║A series of short smut one-shots inspired by ENHYPEN's members random clips/pics.
pairing : hard dom!jungwon x f!reader
genre : smut (mdni), established relationship
content : jealousy, manhandling, unprotected sex, p in v, slight dacryphilia, literally fucking you against a wall lol
wc : 0.3k
note : as everybody knows, he's clearly the most possessive and jealous member so I thought that maybe the context of this one shot would make sense. I also feel like even if he gets angry and jealous, he always makes sure to stay as sweet as possible to you. Jealous Jungwon omg it’s sooo hot omggggg THE WEVERSE REPLY KODJOFNZJBFIZBFIUZFEU LIKEEEEE boy we can do it everywhereee :))
You were already breathless, your legs trembling around his waist as he held you pinned against the wall. He had you again, immediately, without giving you a second to catch your breath from the last round. He knew you were sensitive, he knew exactly how to make you fall apart, and he had no intention of letting you stay whole for long.
You tried to push him off, your fingers clawing weakly at his chest, but his grip only tightened. He didn't pause to adjust his angle. He thrust forward, hard and unforgiving, filling you completely in one sharp stroke that made you cry out.
It was too much. Pleasure washed over you instantly, a sharp sensation that made your eyes water. You tried to pull back, your head hitting the plaster behind you, but he caught your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him.
"It's okay," he murmured, though his voice was strained and his eyes were dark, fixated on your face. He didn't let you look away. "Let it happen. You can take it."
He set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with relentless speed. Every thrust rubbed against that spot that was already hypersensitive, sending jolts of electricity straight to your lower belly. You were gasping, your back arching off the wall as he drilled into you, punishing and greedy.
"That's what you get for being bad to me," he whispered, watching the way your body reacted to him. He seemed to take pleasure in the way you were trembling, the way your nails dug into his shoulders. He didn't stop until he saw the tears finally spill over, until your voice turned into broken whimpers.
He slowed down just a fraction, enough to prolong the sensation, to keep you on the precipice for as long as possible. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his breath hot against your skin. "And have the decency to look at me, baby." he commanded.
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze, possessive, hungry, and full of anger. He kissed you, swallowing your whimpers, while his body continued to move against yours, holding you up, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
୨ৎ Summary : Jungwon is known as cheerful, playful younger boyfriend to you. He is always smiling, teasing, and affectionate. But no one knew his other side. Behind closed doors however, he reveals a far more commanding side, leading with confidence and control.
୨ৎ Pairing : youngerbf! Jungwon x oldergf! reader
୨ৎ Wordcount : 2.8k
୨ৎ Warning : porn without plot, explicit scene (well this is straightass porn i guess), harddom!Jungwon, sub!femreader, Consensual rough intimacy, orgasm control, creampie, unprotected sex (PLS PLS WRAP YOUR WILLY), belly bulge, doggy, abs riding, marking.
Everyone knew Jungwon as the cheerful one. The boyfriend who laughed too loudly at his own jokes, stole bites from your plate, and draped himself over your shoulders whenever he wanted attention. Most people assumed he was the younger, clingier one in the relationship. They were only half right. The moment the apartment door clicked shut behind you, something shifted.
Jungwon leaned against the door, watching you with an expression that made your heart skip. Jungwon's cheerful laughter from dinner had barely faded from the air when his hand curled around your wrist. It’s not rough, but deliberate. His palm was warm as he tugged you toward the bedroom, his eyes losing that boyish glimmer, replaced by something darker and hungrier.
“Strip.”
He didn’t yell at you, but the tone he set for his voice was enough to make you obey him instantly. Your fingers fumbled with the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, discarding it. Your bra followed, then your shorts, your panties. Each piece falling to the floor while he watched, unmoving, arms crossed, his jaw tight. When you stood fully naked before him, you felt his gaze drag over you like a physical touch, lingering on your breasts, the curve of your waist, the dampness already gathering between your thighs.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t nod. He simply tilted his head and said, “Now undress me. Use your mouth.”
Your heart hammered. You stepped forward on shaking legs, sinking to your knees in front of him. Your hands reached for his belt, but he caught your wrist.
“I said mouth. No hands. Open my jeans with your teeth.”
You hesitated, and his grip tightened.
“Did I stutter?”
“No, sir.”
You leaned in, your lips brushing against the rough fabric of his jeans. Your teeth found the belt buckle, fumbling, tugging, your tongue working to loosen the leather. It took several tries, your cheeks flushing with heat and submission. He didn’t help. He just watched, breathing slow and deliberate, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Finally, the belt gave. You pulled it free with your teeth and let it fall to the floor with a clatter. Then you worked on the button. Your tongue pressing against the metal, your teeth pinching it open. The zipper was next, and you gripped the tab between your teeth, dragging it down slowly. Inch by inch. The sound was obscene in the quiet room.
When his jeans hung open, you looked up at him, waiting.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent a pulse of heat through you. “Now pull them down.”
You ducked your head, biting onto the waistband of his jeans and boxers together, tugging downward. The fabric dragged across his thighs, his cock springing free. Already hard, and the tip glistening with precum. You worked the jeans down to his ankles, and then he stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
He stood over you, naked, towering, his erection jutting toward your face. His hand found your hair, gripping the roots, tilting your head back.
“Kiss me. From my lips down.”
You rose on your knees, your lips meeting his in a rough, demanding kiss. He bit your lower lip, hard enough to sting, then pulled back.
“Keep going.”
Your mouth trailed down his chin, his jaw, his throat. You kissed the hollow of his collarbone, the hard plane of his chest, your tongue tracing the ridges of his abdomen. He was taut, every muscle defined, and you felt him twitch beneath your lips as you traveled lower. His breathing grew heavier, his hand tightening in your hair. When you reached his navel, you paused, looking up at him through your lashes. His eyes were half lidded, dark with hunger.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered.
You lowered your mouth further, your lips brushing the coarse hair below his navel. Then your tongue flicked out, tracing the base of his cock. He inhaled sharply. You ran your tongue along the length, from root to tip, slow and deliberate, savoring the salt and heat.
He grips his cock and smacks your lips a few times.
“Open,” he commanded.
You parted your lips, and he guided himself inside, not gently. He pushed deep, hitting the back of your throat, and you gagged. But, he didn't pull out. He held you there, your nose pressed against his pelvis, his cock filling your throat.
“Breathe through your nose,” he said, voice strained. “Take it all.”
Tears welled in your eyes, but you obeyed. Your throat relaxed, the muscles spasming around him. He groaned, low and guttural, and began to move, thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat with a rhythm that was harsh and unforgiving.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Your eyes, wet and desperate, met his. The sight of you on your knees, mouth stuffed with his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, made his hips snap harder. He was fully in control, using your mouth as he pleased, and you let him. Spit dripping down your chin, your nose running, every instinct screaming to pull away, but your submission held you still.
He pulled out abruptly, leaving you gasping, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. He grabbed your jaw, squeezing.
“You’re so fucking good,” he said, his thumb dragging across your wet lips.
He put his back on the bed, completely sprawled. His gaze followed you. The moment you sit still in your position, his patience is running low. He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed.
"Go on." He laces his hands behind his head, settling deeper into the pillows. The pose should look casual, but there's nothing relaxed about the way his eyes pin you in place. "Ride me. But no hands, no grinding. Just that pretty little pussy sliding up and down my abs until you come."
You swallow hard, heat flooding your cheeks. "Jungwon—"
His eyebrows furrowed, not happy with your answer.
“What did you call me?”
The correction stung from the weight of his authority pressing down on you. You dropped your gaze, your voice smaller when you spoke.
“I-i’m sorry Sir,”
He didn't acknowledge the apology with words. He merely waited, his eyes boring into you, his hands still laced behind his head, muscles coiled and ready beneath that deceptively relaxed pose. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until you realized he was waiting for action, not more words.
You moved, climbing onto the bed. You positioned yourself over his torso, your knees bracketing his hips. His abdomen was a landscape of hard ridges defined, warm, intimidating. The thought of sliding your bare, slick flesh across that surface without using your hands or grinding made your thighs tremble. You hovered, hesitant.
"Lower," he said, voice flat. "I want to feel you."
You began, lifting your hips until only your clit grazed his skin, then sinking back down. You straddled him, thighs trembling as you hovered over his hard, sculpted midsection. His hands found your hips, guiding you down until your slick heat pressed against the ridges of his abdominal muscles. The contact sent a jolt through your core.
"Hands behind your back," he ordered. "No touching me."
You obeyed, clasping your wrists together at the small of your back. The position arched your chest forward, pushed your hips out, and left you completely exposed and unbalanced. He watched, his jaw tight, a predatory stillness in his gaze.
"Now move. Up and down. Slow. I want to see every inch of that cunt slide over me."
You rolled your hips, grinding against his stomach, and the friction was maddening. His skin was warm, slightly damp, and the shift of muscles beneath you made your breath catch. Your hands braced on his chest, nails digging into his shoulders as you move slowly, undulating, and desperate.
The sight of your glistening arousal coating his stomach made his cock twitch against his thigh. He didn't touch himself. He didn't need to. His pleasure came from watching you work for his approval.
"Faster."
Your pace increased, your breath coming in sharp bursts. Your thighs burned, your wrists ached, but you didn't stop. The sensation built low in your belly, a slow, desperate coil. Your juices smeared across his abs, leaving a wet, glistening trail.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice dipping lower. "Look at you. Making a mess of me. You love this, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," you gasped.
"Say it. Say what you're doing."
"I'm—I'm riding your abs, Sir—using your body to make myself come—"
"Good girl." His hands remained behind his head, but his hips shifted slightly, flexing the muscles beneath you, creating more friction. The way your clit shifted around his muscle, it sent the sensation all over your body. It was too much, your clit is swollen and begging for a break.
"Please," you whimper. "Won, please, I'm so close—"
Jungwon smack your ass. The slap was echoing in your shared bedroom. The pain stings, it feels hot, and it left his handprint on your behind. He hissed.
“Call me properly,”
Tears welled in your eyes, “I-i’m sorry sir,”
"You're not allowed to come yet." His hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your waist, stopping your movement. You whine, the sound pathetic and desperate. "I didn't say you couldn’t."
His grip on your waist tightened like iron, halting every desperate roll of your hips. The denial hit harder than the slap, leaving you trembling on the edge with no release in sight. His palm smoothed over the heated print on your ass, fingers pressing just enough to remind you who controlled every sensation.
"Look at you," he continued, tone sharp with command. "Whimpering, dripping, begging with that pretty cunt. But you know the rules. Say it."
You swallowed, voice shaking. "I-I only come when you allow it, Sir."
A satisfied hum vibrated from his chest. He shifted his hold, one hand sliding up to fist in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to arch your spine deeper. The new angle forced him even further inside, the pressure building again despite his order.
"Good. Now stay still and take it. I'm going to fuck you exactly how I want, and you're going to hold that orgasm until I tell you otherwise."
You obeyed, hips rocking harder, your clit dragging against the hard planes of his abdomen. The sensation built, a coil tightening low in your belly, and you gasped, moaning his name. His grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements, pushing you harder. Your movements grew sloppy, desperate. The orgasm was building, cresting, but you needed permission.
"Please, Sir—can I—"
"Come," he commanded.
The release crashed through you, your body convulsing, your inner walls clenching around nothing as your climax spilled onto his stomach, hot, wet, shameless. Your hips kept moving through the aftershocks, grinding despite his earlier rule, but he didn't correct you. He simply watched, his eyes dark with satisfaction, as you painted his abs with your pleasure.
When you finally stilled, trembling, breathless, he reached down and dragged a finger through the mess on his belly. He brought it to your lips.
"Clean it up."
You parted your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin as you sucked his finger clean. He withdrew, then grabbed your chin, pulling you down until your face hovered inches from his.
Jungwon chuckled, low and dark. "Good. Now on your hands and knees."
He was already moving, flipping you over with practiced ease. Your palms pressed into the sheets as he settled behind you, one hand gripping your hip, the other wrapping in your hair in a firm, possessive pull that tilted your head back.
"You're so beautiful when you obey." His voice was gravel, rough with restraint. "I'm going to fuck you now. You're going to take it. And you're going to cry for me."
The head of his cock pressed against your slick entrance, and he pushed inside without warning. He thrust his cock in a single, deep thrust that made you gasp, your back arching. He was thick, stretching you, filling you completely, and he didn't give you a moment to adjust. He started moving, hard and fast, each stroke driving the air from your lungs.
His hand tightened in your hair, yanking your head back, and you whimpered.
"Please—"
"Please what?" He leaned over you, teeth grazing your shoulder before sinking in a sharp bite that made you cry out. His mouth latched onto the curve of your neck, sucking hard, marking you. You felt the sting bloom into a deep, possessive heat.
He pulled back, licking the bruise, then bit again, lower, on your shoulder blade. Another hickey. Another claim. His hips never slowed, driving into you relentlessly, and tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming intensity of being so completely owned.
"Look at you," he murmured against your skin, voice thick with satisfaction. "Crying on my cock.”
The pressure built again, deeper this time, coiling in your belly. Your legs trembled, your knuckles white against the sheets.
"I'm close," you sobbed.
"Not yet." He pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching, and before you could protest, he hauled you up. Your back hit his chest, his arm locked around your waist, and he positioned you standing, legs spread, bent slightly forward.
He drove into you, the new angle hitting spots that made your vision white. His hand found your throat as a reminder of control. His other hand pressed against your lower belly, and you could feel the outline of him through your skin, stretching you from the inside.
"Feel that? I'm everywhere inside you."
You can't hold yourself up anymore, you sag against him, letting him take your full weight, and he uses it, drives into you harder with every thrust.
"Look at you." His voice is low, almost tender, but the words are razors wrapped in silk. "Can't even stand. Such a mess for me. I love it. I love how pathetic you get when I fuck you."
You want to answer, but your voice is gone. All you can do is take it, let him use your body the way he wants, feel the pleasure building again despite how raw you already are. Your legs shook, knees buckling, but he held you up, fucking you with brutal, relentless precision. Each thrust pushed him deeper, and your moans turned to broken cries.
"Come for me," he commanded.
Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. The orgasm ripped through you, violent and consuming, and you felt yourself gush a hot, wet release that splattered down your thighs and dripped to the floor. Your legs gave out, but he caught you, lowering you gently to the bed.
But he didn't stop. He kept thrusting, shallow now, each movement pushing against your oversensitive core, making you whimper. His hand pressed harder on your bulging belly, stretched by his size and the mess you'd made.
"Look," he whispered, guiding your trembling hand to the swell. "That's all me. You're so full."
You cried freely now, a stream of tears and pleas and his name falling from your lips. He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, as he finally stilled, buried deep inside you. He shoved deep one last time, groaning, and you felt him pulse inside you, hot and thick. He stayed there, buried, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against your spine.
When he finally pulled out, he watched his cum spill from you, pooling on the sheets. He gathered it on his fingers and pushed it back inside, pressing gently. Then he gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest, his breath warm against your hair.
"That's my good girl," he murmured, softer now, the edge fading. "You did so well."
You curled into him, spent and trembling, knowing that tomorrow he'd be all smiles and sunshine, and no one would know the power he held over you behind closed doors.
When he finally gathered you into his arms, the room felt impossibly quiet compared to everything that had happened before. The sharp edge that had been present in his voice was gone now. Jungwon pulled the blankets over both of you before settling back against the headboard, carefully guiding you against his chest. For several moments, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your uneven breathing and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His fingers slowly combed through your hair.
Jungwon shifted slightly, pulling you closer.
"You okay?"
The question was quiet. You nodded against his chest.
"Words."
You sighed.
"Yes."
His hand squeezed your shoulder.
"Good."
Another kiss found your forehead. Jungwon only tightened his arms around you. And as you listened to his breathing gradually slow, it became impossible to reconcile this version of him with the confident, commanding person only hours earlier.
No one would ever believe they were the same person. But you knew better. Because both versions were Jungwon. And somehow, you loved every side of him.
|warnings: porn with plot! Smut! Mdni! Unprotected sex, oral sex, mentions of drinking, jealous!won, rough sex, kind of switch Jungwon but not really, overstimulation, munch!won|
|synopsis: in which you ask your roommate to be your fake boyfriend to get some coworkers off your back, only for him to get real jealous when a certain coworker won’t leave you alone.|
|word count: 12k|
Asking your roommate to pretend to be your boyfriend for a work holiday party definitely wasn’t the most awkward conversation on record for you, but it was up there. If there was a ranking it would easily make the top ten with the way Jungwon’s eyes bulge out of his head at your proposal. Proposal was generous, really you were begging him to agree after boasting about your nonexistent loving boyfriend in front of nosy coworkers.
Truthfully it wasn’t meant to go this far, subtly mentioning you had a boyfriend was your way of getting one of your coworkers, Jay, to tone down the flirting. Jay was a nice guy, incredibly attractive, and a gentleman above all else. He had shown an interest in you for quite some time but you could never see him that way. You tried to dismiss him without being rude but he never did quite get the hint. Until today, that is, when the words, “I have a boyfriend” slipped past your lips without considering the repercussions for a statement such as that.
By lunch your entire department knew of this boyfriend and you were being questioned to no end. Your coworkers didn’t mean any harm, not really, your office building could get so boring and mundane on a Tuesday afternoon, what else is there to do but gossip? You managed to avoid certain questions until they practically begged you to bring him to the annual holiday party.
The entire drive home you considered every possible way out of this, you considered not going to the party altogether, feigning sickness or telling them your boyfriend was to spend the holidays with his family back home. Whilst believable, you knew the nosy older ladies in your office would only ask for pictures and more details afterward.
It wasn’t until you got home, finding Jungwon sitting on the couch already in his pjs watching some old action movie, the kind that had cartoon-like sound effects and funny studio lighting, that the idea popped into your head. Anything after that was pure word vomit of this master plan that could possibly end up messier than it was worth.
“Please, Jungwon, you’re my only hope! My only other close guy friends are Jake and Sunghoon. Jake works in the same office as me, everyone in our office has seen us together and no one is going to believe we’re dating. It’ll just be messier in the long run! And Sunghoon has a girlfriend!” You clasped your hands to your chest, pouting slightly to express the distress in your tone.
“Why can’t you just tell them your boyfriend can’t make it?” He shook his head, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees as if in deep thought.
“They’ll only ask for pictures after, if I bring someone to the party with me that’ll be proof enough. They can meet you, ask whatever they want to ask. We just have to lie for one night and it will all die down after that. Please?”
Jungwon looked up at you, his eyes studied your own and you can sense the hesitation in them. The two of you were not only roommates, you’ve been very close friends for years. Your best friend from college, Sunoo, introduced you once you were looking to move into the city. You were searching for a place to stay and Sunoo knew his friend, Jungwon, was looking for a roommate. Everything worked out pretty well after that, you moved in and now here you were nearly three years later.
“I don’t know y/n this could get complicated.” His eyebrows knitted together in that unfairly attractive way they always did when he was deep in thought. A characteristic you had hidden in that little folder in the back of your mind along with other things about Jungwon that you pretend not to notice.
“Come on, you have literally nothing to lose. You will never have to see these people again, if anyone has to deal with the consequences it’s me at work.”
Jungwon looked over you again, noting the way your lips pushed outwards in an annoyingly adorable pout, he wished he could say no to you.
“Fine, just one dumb holiday party.”
The night of the party came by a lot faster than you were prepared for. With you being swamped at work and Jungwon constantly in and out of the studio, the two of you barely had any time to work out how you would go about this.
It seemed simple enough but you knew you had to at least come up with one solid storyline for this to be believable. Which is how you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Jungwon's car as he drove to the party, fingers tugging at the hem of your festive patterned sweater, asking the most ridiculous questions for the sake of preparing yourself for tonight.
“I don’t think they’re gonna ask us which side of the bed we sleep on, y/n.” He chuckled, gripping the steering wheel with his right hand as his left forearm rests on the door.
“You don’t know that! You are seriously underestimating how nosy some of my coworkers can be.”
Jungwon shook his head, not bothering to hide the amused grin playing at his lips. “Okay, let’s just keep it simple, hmm? We met through a mutual friend, started off as roommates then friends and about let’s say…four months ago we started dating. If they ask why you haven’t mentioned me before, just say you didn’t want to say anything until you were sure we were serious. We’re already best friends so we know a lot about each other, just stick as close to the truth as possible. Oh and I sleep on the right side of the bed, the one closest to the door. Always.”
You couldn’t help but stare at him in awe, he seemed so calm about this as if it was normal to pretend to be in a relationship with your best friend. Maybe you were over complicating things, surely this wouldn’t be too different from your normal life, you and Jungwon were already very close, talking about him and acting comfortable around him is second nature to you.
“Okay, lets keep the pda to a minimum though, I’ll stand by your side, maybe you can place your hand on my back or hold my hand occasionally, we shouldn’t over do it.” You added, nodding to yourself.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow in your direction, turning to face you momentarily before looking back onto the road. Without hesitation he switches the hand on the wheel, his left hand taking over and his now free right hand travels down to hold your own two hands that were still pulling at loose threads of your sweater. The sudden contact made you flinch, your eyes darting up to his in search of an explanation.
The corner of his lips lift upward into another amused smirk, “No one is going to believe we’re boyfriend and girlfriend if you flinch every time I touch you.” He says matter-of-factly.
“I won't, I just wasn’t expecting it.” You try to defend yourself. He squeezes your hand once.
“That’s the point, baby.” He replies, the grin on his lips never faltering.
“Baby?” Your eyes widen again in shock although your mind is still very much aware of his hand still on yours.
“Sorry, do you prefer princess? Maybe sweetheart? My love?” Jungwon laughs this time, slightly throwing his head back as he enters the parking garage for your building.
“Very funny.” You shove his hand off of you, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Come on, we’ve got a long night to get through.” He pats your knee once as he parks into a spot. He’s quick to get out of the car, walking over to your side to open your door and extend a hand out for you to take.
“You ready, darling?” He winks as he throws another pet name at you just as you grab his hand. “Be good, Jungwon.”
“That’s Wonie to you.” He smiles again, turning to walk beside you with his hand placed comfortably on the small of your back as you walk into the building together.
The two of you make your way into the building, heading for the large conference room that was turned into a makeshift party room for the night. The team at HR helped decorate the room to make it feel as lively and inviting as four white walls and a bland carpeted floor could muster.
All eyes were on you the second you walked in. Well, really, they were on the man standing behind you. Jungwon was the kind of man to demand attention in any room he entered, regardless of who his real or pretend girlfriend was at the time.
You lasted all but fifteen seconds before the group of ladies standing around the refreshments table circled around you. “There you are! y/n, this must be your boyfriend, introduce us!”
Jungwon only smiles as you introduce him to the older women, his hand finds its way around your waist in an almost possessive manner.
“It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about all of you.” Which is true, after countless nights coming home from work just to rant over a glass of wine with a very tired Jungwon, he didn’t have to lie regarding that.
“We haven’t heard nearly enough about you! Tell us, how long have you been together?” Then came the flood of questions and comments,
“Do you two live together?”
“Who asked who out first?”
“You’re such an attractive couple!”
“The flowers you sent her last week were beautiful!”
Jungwon's eyebrows perk up at the last comment, sparing a glance down to you in question. You had forgotten all about that, those flowers were one of the main reasons you found yourself in this mess. The beautiful array of roses had been an early Christmas gift from Jay, as printed on the small card placed neatly against the bouquet. No one had seen who they were from so you threw out the card, left your office to reject his affections once again in the nicest way possible just as you had several times before. Only this time you found yourself saying you had a boyfriend.
Jay was more than surprised, you had never even shown signs of having a partner before that day. You kept the flowers at your desk, not really knowing what to do with them and somehow that led to the entire office assuming you had a boyfriend as well.
One of the ladies from the front desk smiled, “Yes, those roses were gorgeous, I saw when they got delivered. They got to her office before she did in the morning.”
Jungwon grinned but slowly shook his head, “I’m sure they were but I’m afraid I can’t take credit for those. I wasn’t the one to send her those flowers, if I was I would’ve known to send her hydrangeas, those are her favorite.” He squeezes at your waist, pulling you closer as a sign of affection in front of the others.
The ladies swooned momentarily, as did you before you caught yourself. Your eyes widened, right hand coming up to rest against his chest as you smiled up at him adoringly. You had mentioned it in passing surely, living together for almost three years there’s a lot he probably knows about you that you don’t realize and vice versa. Still, the casual mention of your favorite flower along with his nearly imperceptible possessive tone is enough to make your breath hitch.
“Well, if that wasn't you then who was it?”
You shrug, “Not sure, they were beautiful though. But Jungwon’s right, he’s always gotten me hydrangeas, I instantly knew they weren’t from him.” The lie spills past your lips all too easily just as you notice Jay walking up to you, a drink in one hand as his other rests in his pocket.
“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced, I’m Jay.” He holds his hand out before Jungwon, plastering an award winning grin on his face. You had given Jungwon the run down on Jay and his flirtations so he was more than prepared for this interaction.
“Nice to meet you man, I’m Jungwon.” He shakes his hand, matching his smile without ever letting go of your waist. Some of the ladies had dispersed now, making small talk conversation around you whilst still being within earshot.
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind me keeping your girl late some nights, that Taiwan proposal was very demanding, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without her.” Jay’s expression is charming but his tone is striking, you hadn’t expected him to play it like this. Jay had always been a gentleman toward you, sure a bit insistent with this flirting but he had never crossed a line as broadly as this before.
Jungwon doesn’t seem phased, almost like he was expecting this from the start, his grin only widens.
“Don’t worry about it, my girl is the best at what she does. I don't blame you for asking for her help.” He smirks at him, you can feel the way Jungwon’s fingers flex against your hip. “And besides, it worked out perfect on nights I’d get back late from the studio. Usually I get home way later than her so on those rare chances we get home at the same time, we definitely take advantage to spend more time together before bed. I should be thanking you, really.” The innuendo isn’t missed on either of you, the smirk on Jungwon’s face says it all.
You have to hold back a laugh as Jay’s jaw clenches, his grip on his glass tightens. In contrast, Jungwon looks the picture of calm. “You want a drink, baby?” He turns to look at you but your eyes are already on him. He waits for you to nod before turning back to Jay, “If you’ll excuse us.”
The two of you manage to find a table after grabbing some wine, taking a seat next to each other. You cross your legs, turning to face Jungwon just as his hand casually comes to rest over your legs, holding you in place. This proximity and casual touching was becoming more and more normal as time went on.
“That was perfect.” You whispered to him with a smile. You turned, expecting him to be smiling with you but instead his jaw was set, eyes focused on one corner of the room. You follow his eyes, finding Jay conversing with another associate from a different department.
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s the asshole that won’t leave you alone?” His voice is quiet but stern.
“He’s not all bad, really. He’s usually more composed than that, I really don’t know where that came from.” It’s true, Jay's sudden change of character upon seeing you with Jungwon was unexpected. He had always been so kind and proper you wouldn’t have guessed he’d be the type of guy to subtly challenge someone's boyfriend.
“Looks pretty bad from where I’m sitting. He ever make you feel uncomfortable?” His eyes turn to you then, all serious and protective you almost let yourself fall into the immersive role of him being the jealous boyfriend.
You shake your head, “Nothing like that, he gets flirty but it’s never inappropriate. I’ve tried shutting him down before but it’s my fault for not being as stern as I should’ve been. That’s why I told him I had a boyfriend, I thought he would surely back off then.”
“Any respectable guy can tell when a woman isn’t into him, if he was as kind as you say he would’ve taken the first hint and it wouldn’t have had to go this far. Now he’s threatening me, knowing I’m your boyfriend.” He takes a sip of his wine then, his sharp jawline poking out as he swallows down the scarlet liquid.
Boyfriend. Not fake boyfriend, just boyfriend. He said it so definitively, you couldn’t bring yourself to correct him.
“He crossed a line, let’s just hope he gets the hint now, yeah?” Jungwon nods in agreement, hand squeezing your knee softly in reassurance.
The night seems to go by pretty quickly after that, you converse with some coworkers, Jungwon constantly at your side while you do, occasionally jumping into the conversation whenever prompted to.
It was about an hour before midnight, most people had gone home by then, you and Jungwon found yourselves talking to Jake about some mutual friends you have when Jungwon received a phone call.
“One second, baby, it’s Heeseung from the studio. I'll be right back.” He informs, pressing a fleeting kiss to the side of your head before walking out into the hallway. You almost freeze at the contact, despite him having his arm around you all night, the kiss was unexpected. You recovered quickly though as Jake continued the conversation as though everything was normal, though you guess for him it was.
The silence of the hallway provided Jungwon a moment to speak with Heeseung, he called about an upcoming meeting and new deadlines for a client. A new artist they’re working with requested a change in their sound, this would set back their work by at least a week. Jungwon ran a hand through his hair, groaning at the news. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine I’ll stay late tomorrow if I have to. We’ll scrap what we got. Cool, thanks.”
The call ends and just as Jungwon is about to turn back into the conference room he finds Jay leaning against the wall with a glass of some dark liquor in his hand.
“Hey man, look I don’t like getting involved in stuff but I just wanted to let you know man to man,” Jungwon raised an eyebrow in question at the man, who clearly looked like he had one drink too many, “Your girl has been flirting with me for a while, I mean she’s clearly into me. She only told me she had a boyfriend a couple days ago. Just looking out man, who knows what would’ve happened between us if she had never mentioned you.” The smirk on the man's face tells Jungwon exactly what he thinks would have happened.
An ugly, angry, feeling stems deep in Jungwon’s chest, he feels his jaw clench. If only Jay knew how you would have never allowed that, how he would never allow that.
“Is that so? Because what I heard is that you have continued to bother my girlfriend despite her telling you over and over again that she’s not interested. She didn’t tell you about me because it’s none of your business, she only chose to tell you hoping you’d finally get the hint but it seems you still don’t get it, huh?” Jungwon stares him down, eyeing the drink in his hand and how Jay clutches the glass.
“If you’ll excuse me I have to get back to my girlfriend, I would appreciate it if you left her alone from now on but hey, thanks for looking out.” Jungwon walks past him with a grin, patting his shoulder as he does.
Back inside the room, he returns to your side instantly, jumping right back into the conversation between you and Jake like he never left.
Another half hour or so passes before you squeeze Jungwon's arm, deciding to call it a night. “We should go, Jungwon’s got work tomorrow and I’m getting pretty tired, right, love?” You look up at him with pleading eyes and Jungwon only smiles warmly in return, nodding.
“Yeah we should head home. Jake, man, it was really great to meet you, I’ve heard great things, we should meet again.” He goes to shake his hand which your coworker happily takes, “Likewise, we should all get drinks one night, I’ll introduce you to my friend Riki. I think you two would really get along.” Jungwon nods happily and you bid your goodbyes to the rest of them.
Jungwon doesn’t let go of you the entire walk to his car, opening the door for you and only letting go once you sit down.
“I don’t like that Jay guy, you’ll let me know if he bothers you again, yeah?” He says after a few moments of silence on the drive home.
“I don’t think he will but yes I promise I will let you know if he does. Is everything okay, did he say something else to you?” You study him, the way he grips the steering wheel with both hands he clearly looks bothered by something.
He hesitates, you can pinpoint the exact moment his body slightly tense and his jaw clenches. “It’s not important, I think he finally got the hint but if he says anything or makes you feel uncomfortable just let me know.” You nod along, knowing better than to argue with Jungwon when he gets like this.
When his voice drops an octave or two and his eyebrows strain together in a focused gaze, he was so stern like this and it’s very rare he used that tone on you so you weren’t about to push your luck.
“I’ll tell you, I promise.” You reach over the center console to softly squeeze his arm in assurance. Jungwon tenses under your touch, feeling the ugly feeling from earlier return deep in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t sure what to call it yet and he was still trying to decide whether he liked it or not.
The following weeks after the holiday party were shadowed by a tense cloud that seemed to hover over your shared apartment with Jungwon. He’s been working day in and day out thanks to changes with their client and the label. You barely saw him at all, sometimes you’d cook dinner and leave him a sticky note on the fridge, if you were lucky you’d wake up to a missing tupperware and a response on the same note stating, “thank you.”
You weren’t much better off either, you were tasked to work on another proposal with Jay for an international deal that was currently putting you through the ringer. If the stress of the workload wasn’t enough, working with Jay now was no walk in the park. He was less flirty than before but even now you continue to catch him staring at you with dark eyes. It’s a bit unsettling, the other day you hadn’t realized your skirt had ridden up slightly until you felt the burn on his gaze onto your skin.
He also continues to ask about your reservation for the company gala coming up, surely wanting to know if Jungwon will be there. Each time he asks, you avoid the question, you haven’t mentioned the gala to Jungwon and you don’t intend to. He’s been so busy with work there’s no way you would bother him with your nonsense right now, you were sure to survive one night without him.
With the gala just over a week away work was piling and deadlines were nearing. Thankfully you had somehow managed to leave the office at a reasonable time today, slipping into the elevator before Jay could keep you later under the guise of unnecessary modifications for your proposal. It was only 6:30pm by the time you got home, the earliest you’ve returned all week.
You hadn’t expected to find Jungwon in the kitchen, serving himself some pizza he happened to buy from your favorite place.
“Whoa, hey, you’re back early. Good you can eat while it’s still hot.” He greets you with a smile, despite barely seeing each other since the party there was no awkward tension between you. Things may have gotten quiet around you but never awkward, Jungwon wouldn’t let that happen.
The smell of the fresh pizza was enough to have you drooling before you finished taking off your shoes. Jungwon was already serving you a plate along with a soda. He set your plates down on the dining table, waiting for you before taking a bite of his slice.
“How was work?” He breaks the silence first. “Exhausting, I’m all over the place recently.” You sigh, biting into the pizza.
“Is that why you forgot to mention the gala your company is hosting?” He raises an eyebrow at you, smirking slightly due to the look of surprise on your face.
“How did you know about that?”
“I bumped into Jake yesterday, he mentioned the gala and said you’ve been so busy with your project that you haven’t submitted your rsvp so he just marked you down for a plus one, he said he expected to see me there.” The look on his face tells you he’s not at all bothered by this information but still you find yourself wanting to apologize.
“Jungwon, I am so sorry I dragged you into this, I’ll come up with some excuse, I’ll say you got sick or had to go into work.” You’re already shaking your head, coming up with a dozen different believable excuses so Jungwon won’t have to be involved again. You had promised this ruse would only be for one night, that was all he agreed to.
But Jungwon was already shaking his head before you could finish your sentence, “Why would you do that? Your boyfriend should attend this gala, I hear you might get an award.”
Boyfriend, once again missing the ‘fake’ in front of it. And once again you don’t find yourself correcting him.
“Jake really told you everything, huh?” You scoffed to which Jungwon only nodded, “Yup, wish it would’ve come from you though. Were you not planning on inviting me?”
“Jungwon, our agreement was that you pretended to be my boyfriend for the holiday party, remember? I don’t think we need to continue, they know you exist, they saw you once, that’s enough.”
The brunette across from you hums, “Is that Jay guy still bothering you?”
You hesitate, teeth pressing down on your lower lip before you speak, “Not really.”
“That’s a yes, I’m going. My job clearly isn’t done if that guy still thinks he has a chance with you.”
It was decided then, Jungwon left no room to argue. The following week passed and before you knew it you were slipping into a beautiful dark floor length gown. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, trying to zip up the rest of your dress but not being able to reach on your own. Your hair and makeup were already set, jewelry highlighting your soft skin.
Jungwon was waiting for you in the living room, he had been ready for at least thirty minutes now but he knew better than to rush you.
Accepting defeat you huff, holding the dress in place before calling out his name in the quiet of your apartment. Almost instantly, three soft knocks are heard at your bedroom door.
“Come in, I can’t zip this up, could you help me?” You ask just as the door creaks open. Jungwon all but freezes at your doorway, eyes sliding down the length of your body and your exposed back. You felt a heat wash over yourself under the heavy weight of his gaze.
“Jungwon?” Your tone was breathless, not wanting to disturb whatever hovered in the distance between you. Jungwon cleared his throat, taking soft hesitant steps toward you before standing behind you. Your eyes meet his through the reflection of your full body mirror. He doesn’t say a word as his fingers trail down the length of your back, tracing the zipper until they grasp the end. His eyes follow the zipper as he closes it, watching the pieces of fabric connect to cover your soft skin. Once it’s fully closed you adjust your hair back, letting it drape down your back.
“Thank you.” Your voice is shaky, you’re sure he catches it too but he doesn’t say anything about it. “You look beautiful.” As if compelled to do so, Jungwon presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, surprising himself just as much as you.
“Thank you, you look handsome tonight.” Jungwon was an attractive man, so attractive that you almost refused the offer to move in with him because you knew you wouldn’t be able to put that aside. It’s very rare that he dresses up like this though, suit and tie with his hair styled neatly in a way that exposes his forehead. His lips curved into a shy smile at your complement, hand coming down to squeeze your waist before taking a step back. The newfound distance provides you with room to breathe.
“Ready to go?” You nod along and soon thereafter the two of you find yourself in an extravagant ballroom. Your company hosts this gala every year to honor its associates and partners. This year in particular you and Jay were nominated for an award for your work on the Taiwan deal. It was a high honor and whilst you were incredibly grateful, you weren’t prepared to share a table with Jay because of it.
The seating charts had you and Jungwon in a large round table along with Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon with his girlfriend. Sunghoon didn’t directly work for your company but he was a representative for a loyal partnering company. You have worked together so often at this point you consider him a friend just as you did Jake. You have met his girlfriend, Sooha, a couple times too so seeing her was always a plus.
“Jungwon, y/n! Nice to see you guys.” Jake smiled, standing up from his seat to greet you. Jungwon keeps one hand on the small of your back, the other shakes Jake's hand. “Great to see you again, Jake.”
“Sunghoon, Sooha, this is my boyfriend, Jungwon. Jungwon, this is Sunghoon and his girlfriend.” You introduce them, greeting the two kindly. Sooha smiles at you and gives you a brief hug as the men shake hands.
“Hello, Jay, you know Jungwon.” You force your lips into a tight smile. Jay nods, lifting his glass in greeting. The six of you find your seats again, Sunghoon starting a conversation instantly about some new project his company is starting but the work talk only lasts a couple minutes before Sooha leans closer to you, tilting her lips up in a smirk.
“You look gorgeous tonight, you two make an attractive couple.” Sooha smiles at you. A warmth colors your cheeks, “Thank you, that’s kind of you. I’m glad I could finally introduce him to you guys.”
Sunghoon turns to look at you then, “Me too, I can’t lie I was a little surprised, I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” Sooha nods in agreement, “Yeah me neither, I had no idea.”
“Oh you weren’t the only one.” Jay adds, his tone is bitter as he lifts his glass to his lips, eyes elsewhere. You can feel Jungwon tense beside you, out of reflex your hand rests over his own on the table.
“Oh come on, I wasn’t surprised. With all due respect, y/n is stunning. I knew there was no way she was single, respectfully of course.” Jake shares, his eyes travel to Jungwon’s as if showing he meant no harm, to which Jungwon chuckles. “It’s alright, I know she’s gorgeous, I got lucky, I know I’m not the first one to try and I won’t be the last but I’m the one that’s lucky enough to be with her so.” The table erupts into light laughter, all but Jay who forces his lips into a tight smile.
“Well said.” Sooha compliments, taking a sip of her wine. Sunghoon nods, placing his arm around the back of Sooha’s chair. The conversation flows easy after that for everyone but Jay who seems to observe more than partake in the topic of discussion. His eyes find their way back to you or to Jungwon's hands on you.
After some time you spot an associate across the room that you had been meaning to talk to, you excuse yourself and invite Jungwon along with you to introduce him. Jungwon follows behind you with no hesitation, reaching the associate and greeting her with a smile. You jump into conversation with her, asking her something about her daughter's recital but Jungwon could not look away from the bar where Jay had travelled to. Jay was shamelessly checking you out, eyes trailing down the length of your body and Jungwon hated it.
He took a step closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, careful not to disturb your conversation. Jay doesn’t look away which only fuels Jungwon's annoyance. He hated this, the ugly feeling he felt during the holiday party was returning in the pit of his stomach. His jaw clenched and his fingers flexed against your dress.
This felt almost like a challenge of sorts, like Jay was pushing Jungwon to see how far he could go, how much he could get away with. It angered Jungwon to no end, he knew he was the possessive type, the feeling of jealousy was one he was familiar with when in love. He has always been like this in past relationships but of course it was never a feeling he experienced towards you.
This was new and uncharted territory for him. When your associate excused herself, leaving just the two of you standing there, Jungwon didn’t hesitate before leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder, then another one to your temple. You feel your cheeks blush as the contact, “Jungwon?”
“He hasn’t stopped looking at you, not since we walked in.” He whispered softly into your ear, to anyone else it would paint the scene of two lovers sharing a sweet moment. But his tone took you by surprise, he didn’t sound like a friend looking out for you, he truly sounded like a jealous boyfriend who was just seconds away from claiming what’s his.
“Is he looking now?” You whisper back, not daring to look up on your own. Jungwon nods, “Mhm.”
With that you turn around in his hold to face him, “Dance with me?” You lead him into the dance floor where other couples danced slowly together. Jungwon was quick to place his hands around your waist, pulling you close so you had no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck.
“This is new.” You tease in a whisper. Jungwon laughs, “Very. But I like it.” You nod in agreement, letting Jungwon guide you in a slow dance. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He confesses softly into the air between you, holding his breath after as if he had just admitted his darkest secret.
You let his words sink in for a moment, considering all the different meanings if only influenced by a different context. If only this weren’t a facade meant to fool everyone around you. If only Jungwon wasn’t pretending to be your jealous boyfriend. If only this were real.
“I don’t like it either, but I’m not thinking about that right now.” Your breath hitches at your own words, eyes lifting up to meet his. Jungwon studies you for a moment, eyes dropping to your lips for just a second. “What are you thinking about?” The tone of his voice is heavy with some kind of emotion you have never heard from him before, there is something heated lying just beneath the surface but before you can dive into it, the music lowers as an announcer comes up to a podium asking everyone to return to their seats for the award ceremony.
Jungwon has to bite back a groan, offering his hand to you to guide you back to your table where your coworkers had already returned to. Sitting next to you in silence after your moment in the dancefloor was slowly killing him inside, he needed to hear what you were gonna say to him, he needed to know how you felt right now.
All the while awards are being handed out, Jungwon can’t help but feel his entire world spin on its axis, he feels as though everything is on the brink of falling apart.
You weren’t much better, your nerves should be targeted for your nomination, you should be thinking about what you’re going to say if you win, who will you thank. But instead you’re thinking about how Jungwon looked at you, how his jaw clenched when Jay looked at you. You can still feel his touch on your skin despite him not touching you since you sat down.
The beating of your heart is all you can hear, your thoughts are screaming at you to pull Jungwon aside and talk to him, to settle whatever is changing between the two of you. Perhaps it’s the atmosphere, the drinks, the fake relationship you’re currently showing off to everyone in your company. All of these things could be getting to you, making you see things that aren’t there, feel things you shouldn't feel.
Your own pulse inside your ears is so loud you almost miss them calling your name for the award. Jungwon recovers faster than you, clapping and smiling at you like the proud boyfriend he’s pretending to be. Sunghoon and Sooha along with everyone else in the room cheer for you and Jay as the two of you get up to claim your award at the podium.
Jay offers his hand to help you up the steps in your heels, you take it hesitantly even as your eyes instantly find Jungwons, almost as if you were asking for permission. Everything about tonight is so strange, since when do you look to Jungwon for approval for anything?
Jay takes the award and steps up to the microphone, “Thank you so much, I could not have done it without my beautiful partner here. All those long nights really paid off, it was all worth it for the success of the company and for this, thank you.” He steps back, allowing you to take his place.
Just as you were about to speak, you feel Jay place his hand on the small of your back. The podium and your bodies hide the action from the audience but Jungwon doesn’t miss the way your eyes slightly widen and how your body tenses under the lights.
You quickly take a step forward, “Thank you for this award, we are very grateful and honored. I want to thank our team and everyone that assisted us with this project, thank you to Jay for being a reliable business partner. And I want to thank my boyfriend, Jungwon, for keeping me sane when work was driving me up a wall and for waiting for me at home after all those long nights.” Laughter erupts in the hall, coworkers and partners alike are all amused with your speech but your eyes are only on Jungwon.
You chose your words carefully, making it clear to everyone, but mainly Jay, that once again you were not interested in anyone other than the brunette sitting at your table next to Jake. Jungwon smiles at you though his shoulders are straight and his eyes are attentive, laced with a possessiveness that pours out of him the longer he has to watch Jay stand next to you.
Jay attempted to guide you back to your table with his hand hovering at your back but you walk fast enough to stay just ahead of him so he wouldn’t touch you. Jungwon catches on quickly, standing from his seat to take your hand and pressing a loving kiss to your temple, your table claps at the display of affection.
“Congratulations.” He whispers to you, smiling as he helps you take your seat again.
“Did he touch you?” He leaned in close to whisper the question in a volume only you could hear, to others it appeared as those he was simply whispering sweet nothings to his lover, but you felt the seriousness of his tone. Your eyes met his and you gave him an almost imperceptible nod.
Jungwon's eyes flared and his jaw clenched, you were half convinced he would stand up and punch Jay right then and there. But Jungwon wasn’t a violent person, he was possessive and stern but never violent. So he just takes a deep breath through his nose, hand resting over your own on the table.
You leaned in, breath fanning his ear sending goosebumps down his body, “Night’s almost over.” Realistically he knew your words were meant to calm him, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious like there was still much to unfold. Deep down he knew the night was far from over.
Surely enough, he was right. Dinner and more drinks were served throughout the ballroom. You and Jungwon had done your rounds talking to your coworkers and business partners around the room. Jungwon had made it his mission to keep you as far away from Jay as physically possible when away from the table.
The event was coming to a close when your CEO called for everyone's attention for a closing speech. Back at your table with the others it was hard to ignore Jay's eyes on you, you could feel the way his glance travelled down the length of your exposed skin. Clearly having had one too many drinks on him he was failing to conceal his attention on you. This only fueled the man sitting next to you, his anger rising by the second.
Surely this was past the point of a concerned friend or a pretend jealous boyfriend. Jungwon's jealousy seemed real, more real than you were willing to admit because that realization caused a completely different one to spur from the pit of your stomach. You liked it. You liked that he was jealous, liked the way his hold on you tightened whenever he felt Jay looking your way, relished in the way his jaw clenched in frustration as a way to hold back whatever he truly wanted to say in the moment.
A thrill went up your spine as it dawned on you, you liked seeing Jungwon get possessive with you. Without realizing it, your eyes trained on his jaw, watching as it clenched and unclenched before drifting down to his tense shoulders and calculated breathing. Almost immediately you found yourself crossing your legs and squeezing your thighs together to subside the sudden ache between your thighs. You never thought jealousy could look so attractive on a person. Although it’s not just any person, it’s Jungwon, your Jungwon. As an already extremely attractive man, seeing him with his jealous eyes and tense posture just made him down right devastating. Enough to soak your panties through if you didn’t know any better.
And apparently you didn't.
The crowd applauded as your CEO wished everyone a good night and thanked them for coming. Sunghoon and Sooha were the first to say their goodbyes at your table.
“Jungwon, it was good to finally meet you. We should meet up again soon, the four of us should grab dinner.” He smiled, his arm wrapped lovingly over Soohas shoulder. Jungwon smiled and nodded, hand at the small of your back. “Absolutely, we’ll plan something soon.”
“Excluding me already, I met you first.” Jake fake pouts at Jungwon who only chuckles whilst shaking his head. “Up to you if you want to third wheel a double date.” The group laughs, promising to make plans for the future, Sunghoon and Sooha are the first to walk away with Jake following not far behind.
You send a small nod towards Jay and you’re just about to turn to walk away when Jungwon stops you, “Hold on, wait right here.” He grins before turning back to Jay. You watch as he shakes his hand and steps closer to him, saying something that you can’t quite make out. You watch as Jay’s face drops, eyes dropping to the ground and Jungwon steps back with that same easy grin on his face. Within moments he’s back beside you.
“What was that?” He only shakes his head at you, “Don’t worry about it, he shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” You’re not sure what he means by that but at this moment you don’t think you want to find out.
Jungwon has his arm wrapped around you, not even bothering to look in Jays direction before turning to you. “Ready to go home?” The way he says it sends a shock right to your core, the heat that was building in between your thighs all night suddenly becoming unbearable.
“Let’s go home.” Jungwon stares down at you as you say it, a warmth spread through his chest, he nearly has to hold back a grunt at the way you look up at him so innocently as if you have no idea what you’re doing to him. He nods in response, tightening his hold around you before leading you back to his car.
The drive back home reminded you of the night of the Holiday party. The air around you was tense and slightly awkward but tonight there was also a hint of something else. It was hot, regardless of the AC being on, you were feeling more and more frustrated with every red light. You just needed to get home, to do what exactly? You weren’t sure, maybe a cold shower was enough to remind you that this was all fake and however you were seeing Jungwon at this moment isn’t real.
The silence is suffocating and Jungwon could practically feel the heat radiating off your body. It was killing him to focus on the road when all he wanted to do was admire you sitting there in his car, in that stunning dress, all while trying to discreetly press your thighs together even though Jungwon had caught it the first time you did it back at the table. It took everything in him to not react, it was even more trying now with him gripping onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
You were in his car, in that dress, and turned on and it was killing him to not be able to touch you. He needed some form of a distraction, he would take anything at this point if it meant he would be able to stop thinking about your pretty thighs squeezing together for him underneath your dress.
“I’m sorry about Jay, I guess I downplayed it more than I realized.” You spoke first. Jungwon wasn’t really wanting to think about that either, it raised another kind of emotion in him that he was still getting used to with you. A lot of things were changing tonight evidently.
“Yeah, a lot more. I don’t like him.” Jungwon's response is short and calculated, he didn’t want to say anything too forward while his thoughts were still elsewhere.
You laughed at that, shaking your head which brought his gaze over to you for just a moment. The stress lining the space above his eyebrows eases at the sight of your smile, he can’t help but smile softly in return.
“Oh really? I couldn’t tell. You were staring at him all night like you wanted to kill him, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were-” You stop yourself, realizing if you finished that sentence the light hearted conversation would go right back to the tense atmosphere you were just in. But it was too late for that, Jungwon wasn’t about to let that go unnoticed.
“If you didn’t know any better what? Finish that.” His voice is stern now but still kind, he still used that soft tone he reserved for you but his words convinced you that he was not playing around anymore.
You look at him, studying his side profile as he makes it a point to stare straight ahead, not daring to turn away from the road for even a second. You were almost home, what were the chances you could stall until he pulled into your apartment building?
A moment passed, you were getting closer and closer to your apartment but Jungwon didn’t push further. He didn’t ask again like he knew you would answer the first time.
“If I didn’t know any better I would say you were actually jealous tonight.” You responded just as he pulled into your building parking garage. You hear Jungwon let out a breath, his grip tightens on the while but he doesn’t say anything until he fully parks the car, turning the engine off and granting the two of you just a moment of silence.
“And if I was?” Your breath nearly gets caught in your throat. You weren’t fully expecting that, sure there was that tiny hopeful voice in your head that believed he might be even just slightly as affected as you have been all night but you didn’t actually believe it to be true.
“I mean, I would have no reason to be, right? Because this is fake?” He asks aloud before you can respond to his first statement. The question sets you back, you blink at him without knowing what to say. Jungwon doesn’t give you a second to dwell on it, he opens the door and gets out of the car, already fishing into his pockets for the apartment keys and waiting for you.
Without Jungwon in the car you allow your confusion to display on your face for just a moment before following him. Jungwon is waiting for you but clearly keeping a distance between the two of you as you begin to walk towards the elevators. Being in this enclosed space with him now was nervewracking, you didn’t know what to say to that. Technically he was right, there was no reason for him to get jealous because this was all pretend, you two weren’t actually dating. But then again, that hasn’t stopped you from swooning over him since the holiday party.
You’re practically holding your breath the entire elevator ride, looking down at your heels. All that could be heard was that awkward elevator music and surely the pounding of your heart. Jungwon barely waits for the doors to fully open before he’s walking out the doors, he already has his keys in his hand.
To his credit, he looks back to make sure you’re still behind him before he opens the door and steps inside, holding it for you as well. You step inside your apartment, watching as Jungwon silently locks the door before slipping out of his shoes with ease. You lean against the entryway wall to fiddle with the strap of your heels. The shakiness of your hands isn’t helping you at this moment, sighing with a huff as the strap keeps slipping from your hold.
Jungwon, who was already in the kitchen with a cold bottle of water in hand, turns to look at you with an almost wounded expression. He watches you fight with your heel strap for another moment before silently walking over to you and kneeling before you. With the gentlest touch you’ve ever felt, Jungwon slowly lifts your foot to rest on his knee and carefully undoes the strap before switching to the other one.
You watch in shock and awe, holding your breath as you watch him remove your heel, placing it softly on the ground but still not letting go of your ankle. You watch him, unblinking, as he turns his head back to your foot. His eyes trail the length of your leg, peeking at the bit of exposed thigh under your dress, up your hips and waist until his eyes finally meet yours. Without looking away from your eyes, Jungwon leans down to press a kiss to the inside of your ankle, rubbing the area softly before setting your foot back on the ground.
All the air in your lungs was surely knocked out of you after that, your heart rate is now a concerning speed but you can’t bring yourself to look away from him.
“I was jealous and possessive, in a way I probably shouldn’t have been. I’m sorry.” He whispered, still kneeling on the ground in front of you. His left hand softly caressed the side of your knee over your dress, sighing quietly. This was unexpected in a way that sent a wave of pure heat straight down to your core. You reached a hand down to run your fingers through his hair, holding onto his jaw to tilt his head up.
“It’s ok, won, it felt real to me too.” You smiled once he leans into your touch, closing his eyes gently as if he was taking advantage of this moment, not wanting to forget it. You gently guide him back up to stand in front of you, Jungwon doesn’t dare look away from you right now. “I liked being with you like that, I liked having your arm around me and dancing with you. It was nice.” You admit into the quiet of your shared apartment. Jungwon smiles as he looks down for a moment, nodding in agreement.
“Me too. I noticed it the first night, during the holiday party but I ignored it. I don’t want to ignore it anymore, baby.” His confession has your heart skipping a beat in the most cliche way possible. You smile up at him, “Me neither.”
Jungwon gives himself a moment to admire your features, admire the way you’re looking at him right now with a look in your eyes he had never seen before. He smiles, taking a step closer before cupping your jaw with his hands and leaning forward to press a soft but meaningful kiss to your lips. Your lips mold together perfectly like they were always meant to tangle together as they are now.
In nearly three years of living with Jungwon, you’d be lying if you said you never considered what it would be like to kiss him. You thought about it many times actually, more times than you would ever admit out loud. But none of those daydreams or fantasies could ever compare to the real thing. You were starting to understand that Jungwon was a very possessive person in every aspect of his life, including when it came to kissing you. His kiss wasn’t just loving or passionate, it was claiming. His hands had travelled to round your waist, one hand sliding up your back which sends goosebumps down your spine.
He tilted his head to kiss you deeper, his tongue slipping past your soft lips to claim the inside of your mouth. You had never been kissed like this, it was breathtaking and earth shattering. It was that type of kiss you thought only existed in the movies or those romantic books you read and tell everyone they’re just fantasy.
After a couple more breathless moments the two of you slowly pull away to take a breath, Jungwon studies your reaction, admiring the blush on your cheeks and the eyes your eyes seem like they’re struggling to focus.
“That was-”
“Yeah.”
The two of you smile before chuckling together, Jungwon takes a step back, looking you up and down before speaking again. “Just so we’re clear, this means something to me, I want to take you out on an official date and I want to try this with you…but I also want to take you back to my room right now and take care of you.”
You smile at his words and let out a breathless sigh before nodding, “I want that too.” He smiles at you with that warm smile that never fails to make you swoon. “Good.” He nods once before he’s pulling you in again by the waist, crashing his lips to your this time with more urgency than before. He starts walking you backwards without pulling his lips from yours, guiding you back towards his bedroom without ever breaking the kiss.
One clumsy turn has him backing into a wall, groaning softly against your mouth. You gasp and then stifle your giggle with your hand, pulling away to make sure he was okay. He shakes his head, masking his embarrassment by muttering a quick, “Fuck it” under his breath and scoopping you into his arms. He picks you up bridal style, walking quickly over to his room and kicking the door closed behind him as he sets you back down on the floor.
He turns you around swiftly, having you face the wall with your hands coming up to brace yourself at the feeling of his touch wandering the length or your back and waist.
“You look so beautiful, baby. Tell me I can take this off of you..” He whispers against your skin, leaving kisses down the back of your shoulder. His fingers toy with the zipper of your dress, the same one he helped close earlier in the night.
“Please.” You whimper, pressing your forehead against the wall to try to calm your breathing. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip with a sigh once you feel Jungwon's fingers pull the zipper down at a tortuously slow pace. Jungwon has to hold his breath the more skin he reveals with his actions, he tries not to groan at the sight of your matching bra and underwear set, a striking color against your skin that has him drooling before he can even really get his hands on you. He carefully pushes the straps of the dress off your shoulders until the material drops and pools at your feet.
He curses under his breath at the sight of your nearly naked body, his left hand comes down to slide past your waist onto your ass, groaning at the feeling of your soft skin. The curve of your ass attracts him to no end but before he could drop to his knees to worship you how he knows you deserve, you turn around to face him. Instantly his eyes come up to your cleavage before dropping down to the front of your panties, biting back a groan.
“Fuck, baby. You’re stunning.” He compliments, eyes trailing back up to meet yours with no rush at all. You smile, pushing down a blush that you know is already painting your cheeks. Without saying another word, Jungwon watches in awe as you sink to your knees before him. Hands sitting pretty across your lap as you look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. Jungwon holds back another curse at the sight of you on your knees.
“Is this ok, wonie?” The question is followed with your touch sliding up his thighs, playing with the clasp of his belt. Jungwon nods, already unbuttoning the top of his shirt and pulling his sleeves up to his elbows. You smile at the sight before bringing your hand down to squeeze at his covered bulge. Jungwon clenches his jaw at that, biting back another groan.
“Don’t tease, baby.” You smile at that but ultimately do as you're told. Within seconds you’re pulling his pants and underwear down to reveal his entire length. The corners of your lips curve upwards when you hear him suck in a breath through his teeth once your fingers wrap around the base of him.
With your eyes looking up at him you spit seductively onto his length, using your hand to stroke him until your spit has coated him entirely. “Haah” He sighs, he’s holding his shirt up with one hand, the other was clenched into a fist by his side. The second you actually wrap your pretty lips around the tip of his already leaking cock Jungwon actually tilts forward, having to hold his hand out against the wall behind you to keep himself upright.
The feeling of your warm mouth taking him so prettily was enough to have his knees nearly buckling on their own accord. He would almost feel embarrassed if he wasn’t so incredibly turned on right now. Your mouth works quickly on him, you suck in your cheeks and slide your tongue along the underside of his cock. Your hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth in time with your movements. A sense of pride washes over you and you look up and visibly see Jungwon struggling to keep it together.
“Fuck, your mouth is so warm-s’tight. Shit, just like that, baby.” He grunts through clenched teeth. His hand drops to hold your hair out of the way, holding it in a makeshift ponytail. You suck his length harder and faster, ignoring the ache in your jaw once you feel Jungwon's grip tighten on your hair. He was getting close and you needed his release like you needed air. You pushed yourself even farther down his length, taking him as deep as you could before your throat constrict around him. You gag around him once but Jungwon only curses at the sound, feeling himself growing closer to his release.
“Shit, right there baby, I’m so close.” He curses under his breath, trying to silence his grunts but the attempt is laughable. He’s so loud and whiny you can feel yourself growing wetter just from the sound. His sounds only get louder, at this point you’re clenching around nothing to just feel some kind of release. You have never seen someone look or sound so attractive in a state like this, all you can think about is how badly you want to do this again and again.
His hand on your hair grips you tightly, forcing you deeper as he releases right down your throat, cursing out loud with your name on his lips. You swallow his release instantly, humming at the taste with his dick still inside you. You give him another moment to catch his breath before pulling back with a pop. Your hand caresses his thigh softly, allowing him a moment to come back down from his high.
He blinks down at you, breathing hard. His hands help you up, instantly crashing his lips against yours. He could still taste himself on your lips and it only makes him groan. The ache between your thighs was becoming unbearable and you were positive you have never been this turned on in your life.
“Get on the bed, baby.” He whispered against your lips, pressing one more swift kiss there before stepping back. His eyes never leave your body as you walk toward the bed, leaning your body over before laying down to give him the best view of your ass. Jungwon lets out another groan, already feeling himself growing hard again. His hands work fast to remove his clothing before meeting you at the foot of the bed.
A gasp slips past your lips unintentionally with Jungwon pulling you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, he smirks. For the second time tonight, you watch in awe as Jungwon gracefully kneels to the ground, only this time it’s between your open thighs. He pushes your legs open softly and has to visibly hold back a groan upon seeing a wet patch right at the center of your underwear.
He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss right at the inside of your thigh, trailing his lips closer and closer to where you need him most. A soft hum sounds from your throat, your eyes falling closed at the feeling. You can help but lift yourself on your elbows to watch him pull your underwear down, you didn’t want to miss a second of this.
“Fuck, you’re just pretty everywhere, aren’t you, doll?” He compliments with his eyes never leaving your now bare pussy. He practically drools over the sight of your soaked folds, automatically leaning forward to press another kiss on the skin right above your cunt.
You watch him lean back again only to spit slowly onto your folds just to watch it slide down your center. Your body jolts at the feeling to which Jungwon grins, he was going to enjoy the hell out of himself by teasing you like this.
“Jungwon-” You’re about to start begging but he silences you with his index fingers coming up to slide through your folds, collecting your arousal and swirling it all the way up to your clit. A silent gasp shoots through you. He uses his thumb now to circle your clit once, twice, studying the way your body reacts to being played with like this.
“You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand and I haven’t even started yet.” You’re not sure if he’s even talking to you anymore, his eyes are focused on your pussy, mesmerized with every twitch and pulse of your walls. His fingers circle your entrance, teasing your leaking hole with a delicious pace before finally sinking both inside you in one go.
The moan that escapes you has Jungwon's dick twitching at attention, he watches his fingers pump inside you, pulling more of your juices out with each stroke. “Wonie..” Your moans and whines are fucking music to the brunettes ears, he decides right here and now that is his new favorite sound. His eyes travel upwards to watch your face, the picture of pure bliss and pleasure displayed all over your features. Without hesitating, Jungwon leans down to drag his tongue up the length of your folds, fingers still pulsing inside you. His tongue comes up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue until your legs try to close around his head.
“Jungwon! Wait-” You’re cut off by another moan that pushes through you. His speed picks up and his tongue moves harsher to match his pace. He shakes his head against your wet folds, “Tastes s’good, tastes like mine.” He groans, his voice sending another level of vibrations up your core. Your hands find their way to his hair to pull at and run through as you feel yourself growing closer to that pinnacle release. Another moan in the shape of his name slips past your lips in a breathless haze.
Then he curls his fingers in a certain way that nudges that little spongy part inside of you so perfectly it has you seeing stars, that along with the way his tongue never moves away from your clit has your thighs tightening around his head and fingers pulling his hair to keep him exactly where he is. If that wasn’t evidence enough of your upcoming orgasm, the way you arched your back completely off the bed and the loud moan that shot through you was enough to have Jungwon press forward until he felt your walls squeeze his fingers. Your orgasm doesn’t just wash over you like you’re used to, this one shoots through you with the power of at least three orgasms in one.
You cry out his name, twitching in his hold despite him pulling away softly to allow you a moment to catch your breath just as you did for him before. He admires the way your body reacts to his touch now, your cunt is damn near pulsing, crying for more. His hand caresses your thigh before crawling upwards to hover above you.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, will you show me again?” He whispers against your lips, pressing a soft kiss there once and then twice. You nod, eyes struggling to fully stay open thanks to the earth shattering orgasm from before. “Please..please fuck me, wonie.” He groans at that, dropping his face into your neck and kissing your skin.
“Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
You can only watch with anticipation as Jungwon slides his hardened dick through your slick folds, the tip catches onto your overstimulated clit making your gasp aloud. “So responsive for me.” He smiles then slides his tip back down to your entrance, teasingly slipping just the tip inside of you until you moan for him and then pulling back out.
“Jungwon, please,” he does it again, sliding his tip in only to pull out and repeat it a couple more times until you’re practically crying, “you’re being so mean.” Your pout is what catches his attention, he grins at you before kissing your pouty lips.
“Mean? That’s not mean baby, this is mean.” He slams his entire length into you in one go, a loud moan bordering on scream rips through your throat as your entire body jolts upwards on the bed at the sudden intrusion. The pain is quick to subside to pleasure as Jungwon mercilessly pounds into you right from the start. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, instead opting for fucking into you fast and rough. His hands drag your legs over his shoulders, nearly folding you in half in order to thrust deeper into you.
He was pounding you into the mattress so good you were already struggling to keep your eyes open. Jungwon admired the way your back arched and your head tilted back. He was absolutely captivated with your body, loving the way your hands alternated from holding onto the bedsheets and his own arms.
Your walls molded around his cock, making you his perfect little cock sleeve much to Jungwon's pleasure. “So tight around me, you’re soaked through, baby. Shit, so wet, so warm, your pretty pussy's gonna make me come.”
You can already feel your second orgasm of the night approaching, your walls tighten around him and you can barely give him a warning before you feel yourself falling apart. “That’s it, baby. So sexy coming around my dick like that.” He fucks into you as you come, never stoppping his movements. He lowers your legs from his shoulder, wrapping them around his waist instead in order to get closer to you.
Now chest to chest, Jungwons trusts slow down as he kisses you lovingly, a stark contrast to the way he was just fucking you.
“So good for me, you’ll give me another one right?” He’s asking but he doesn’t wait for an answer. Before you could protest with cries of overstimulation, Jungwon is already turning you onto your stomach, forcing you onto your knees with one hand pressing your head against the pillows.
“You can take it, fuck.” His movements pick up again, slamming into you from behind. His eyes are trained on the way your ass jiggles with every thrust, his left hand comes down to grope and squeeze your ass and hips and his other still holds your head down.
“Fuck, all mine. You’re all mine, no other motherfucker will ever have you like this again.” His thrusts are punishing now, almost like he was taking his anger out on you and you were starting to realize exactly why.
“The asshole thinks he can touch you, you were mine before he even met you, I’ll make sure he remembers that, yeah?” The jealousy was pouring out of him with every word and thrust of his hips. You were moaning and crying into the pillows, your body already twitching with overstimulation and exhaustion. You would’ve never expected Jungwon to fuck you within an inch of your life, even worse you never expected it to feel so good.
“I'm so close- need you to come with me. Fuck I need to feel you baby, please.” His groans have turned into whines now, thrusts growing sloppier but his hand comes around to rub at your clit in time with his movements. A sharp cry rips from your lips just as your third orgasm crashes through your body. Jungwon feels your walls constrict around him and suddenly he watches as your juices squirt out of you soaking his entire lower body and his bed below him. The sight alone is enough to bring Jungwon over the edge too, he grips the base of his cock once just before spilling all over your ass and lower back.
Your body collapses onto the bed, legs feeling weak and shaking. Your brain was still catching up with your body, not even realizing you squirted for the first time until Jungwon flips you again over onto your back.
“You’re such a pretty squirter, baby.” His tongue is already sticking out past his lips, eyes focused on your soaking pussy.
summary: nagswimming kayo magtrotropa. nung nakaahon na si jungwon, nagpalit siya into that black shirt and gray sweatpants na kinababaliwan mo dati pa. yun nga lang, 'di mo matiis sarili mo, sarap niya kasi tingnan.
word count: 7k+
language: tagalog, english
warnings: smut with some plot, college students drinking, all characters are 18 above, some enhypen members are characters, jabol, jakol, kantot, walang condom, putokan sa labas naman ng puke, reader swallows, little aftercare, nilagyan ko din ng matagalan na sexual tension, pang-asar lang sainyo 😹
a/n: una ko 'tong filo smut, feel free to suggest more sa profile ko but only about enhypen!
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Mag-aalas onse na ng gabi, nakikipagchikahan ka pa rin kasama ng mga kaibigan mo sa mga upuan sa tabi ng pool. Deserve niyo naman 'to eh. Third year college na kayo kaya ngayon lang ulit kayo nakapag-bonding ng ganito. This is your only college friend group that managed to last this long despite challenges. Yung boyfriend mo naman, kasama mga kaibigan niya. Mga lalake nga naman, maharot, natatalsikan na nga kayong mga babae ng tubig na galing sa pool.
"Hoy, Heeseung. Kulit niyo dyan ah, laklakin namin 'tong Soju eh." Sinigaw ng kaibigan mo, sandaling itinigil yung chika. Various complaints can be heard from boys, iba sa kanila gumawa ng nakakaasar na itsura. Jungwon makes eye contact with you when he laughs at them, his dimples deep. Ang hirap talaga bitawan tingin niya, apaka guwapo kasi. He pushes his hair back, revealing his forehead and thick brows. Nakaka-inlove din yung ngiti niya, shems. Kahit boyfriend mo na si Jungwon, crush na crush mo parin siya. Nakakatanggal angas talaga eh.
Nung 'di pa kayo, kilala ka ng mga kaibigan mo bilang isang independent woman. Only child ba naman. You learned how to do things by your own ever since you were young. Nagkaron ka naman ng past relationships, obviously, 'di nag-tagal. Some were too much for you and some were too slow for you. Hindi naman sa gender stereotyping but you always feel like the man in your past relationships. Kasi nga, you just haven't met someone who would do things for you this time. And that's where Jungwon enters your heart.
Third time's the charm, indeed. You caught his eye, he often gave you a couple— actually a lot of flowers, chocolates, handwritten letters when he was just your suitor. Support na support naman mga magulang mo. Sabi ko nga, si Jungwon yan(g) 😆 eh. He is a walking green flag. Sobrang bihira 'yan sa mga lalaki ngayon, pambihira.
You finally broke your little trance, shifting your gaze somewhere else. Heeseung faces your group, acting offended. "Lah, mukhang gago. 'Di huwag kayo diyan." Sambat niya at tinaasan naman ng kilay ng kaibigan mo, sabay isang panunuya ang nakatakas sa bibig niya. "Ahh ganon," Sabi niya, tapos parang may hinahagilap, si Jungwon pala. "Jungwon ohh, natatalsikan na girlfriend mo ng tubig, payag ka?" She kind of mocked, you weren't actually that wet. "Huy." You mutter in surprise, playfully slapping her arm. The boys slightly groaned, they all know na lahat ng gusto ni Jungwon nakukuha niya. Syempre, palagi naman siyang tama. That is just how dominant he is despite his cuteness.
"Geh, ako nalang aahon." Sabi nya, sabay ahon ng pool. Napatingin yung boys kay 'Won, a look of disbelief on their faces when they look at his figure. Agad naman nilang tinalsikan si Jungwon ng tubig. "Hoy tangina neto oh" "Naneto ni Jungwon" "KJ ampota" Sabi ng boys, kahit alam nilang wala silang magagawa. "Tsk, bakit ba?" He mutters playfully. "Kill Joy..~" Inulit ni Sunoo, napatawa ka kasama ng friends mo. You watched Jungwon walk to you while he tries to avoid the splashes with a smile on his face.
The girls watch in amusement, minding their own business the moment Jungwon arrived beside you. "Baby~ Ahon na 'ko, okie?", he informs, wiping his face and hair with his towel. Shet, ganda ng view. Basang t-shirt pa suot niya, nakabakat yung defined niyang toned chest and abs underneath. You look up at him and flashed a small smile, your eyes involuntarily trails to his body. "Suree~" You said, earning him a smile and he placed a kiss on your cheek, his lips cold. "Ligo well~" You added, looking over when he starts walking. "Oki, baby~" He called out, looking back at you. He has no idea about the effect he has on you.
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Nagpatuloy kayo ng girls sa chika niyo, giggles and comments exchanging between the 4 of you. You felt really happy and content at the moment, just celebrating your friend's birthday. Ang hirap talaga ng kolehiyo, nagpapasalamat ka talaga sa pogi at matalino mong chinitong boyfriend pati sa mga siraulo mong mga kaibigan na andiyan palagi sa tabi mo, pati na rin mga magulang mong sinosuportahan ka.
After a few moments, umahon na din yung ibang boys. Some of them grabbed their towels at the benches and dumeretso naman sa bathroom yung iba. Nagkaron tuloy ng basang marka ng paa yung lapag dahil sa mga walang dalang tuwalya. "Ayan, mga 'di nagdala ng tuwalya! Punasan niyo 'yan, ha!" One of your friends scolded slightly. The boys continued to play around, "Opo, ate~" Pasagot na asar ni Ni-ki. They obliged anyways.
"Beh, pasok na kaya tayo sa loob." One suggested, brushing her hair between her fingers. You agreed and stretched your arms with a soft groan. "Tara, kanina pa sumasakit puwet ko sa upuan na 'to." You joked with a soft sigh. The others laugh, agreeing. They also felt a bit empty kasi walang nakakabwiset na mga tao sa pool. Tumayo na kayo and headed to the living room, sitting on the soft couch.
One of your friends took the TV remote and opens Netflix, in search of a Horror Movie. Nag-iwan ka din ng espasyo sa tabi mo para sa boyfriend mo. Ilang minuto rin nakalipas bago kayo nakahanap ng papanoorin. For the first time this night, no one spoke, only the sounds from the TV can be heard.
About 10 minutes passed, Jungwon emerges from the bathroom. Medyo basa buhok niya, dumidikit din yung shirt niya sa kaniyang dibdib. Agad na napatingin si Jungwon sa puwesto niyo kanina kung saan ka niya iniwan. Pero wala ka dun, kinabahan siya kaunti. He started walking to that area but was surprised to see you and your friends at the living area, a soft sigh of relief escaped his lips.
Nilapitan ka niya, your back facing him. He suddenly placed his hands on top of your head, making you flinch, it is because of that damn horror movie, you were too engulfed and forgot about reality for a moment. A giggle escaped his lips when he noticed your flinch. "Ah nagulat~" Asar niya habang tumingin ka sa kanya. "Kala ko kasi kung sino." You murmur playfully while you pout. He smiled and made his way to the space you left. "Takot lang baby ko eh~" He teased again while he sat down.
His arms involuntarily wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, scent of his filling your nostrils. "Pake mo" You reply playfully letting your body shift beside his. A grin formed on Jungwon's face, pinching your waist slightly which made your body jerk. "Sungitt~" Asar niya ulit tas naglapag ng kiss sa taas ng ulo mo. 'Di mo naman mapipigilang ngumiti.
The rest of the boys exits their respective bathrooms one-by-one and made their way to the living room to join the group. Yung iba naka-upo sa sahig, upuan, at sa isa pang sopa. The group makes comments here and there about the movie, Jungwon's arms are still around you, as usual.
Medyo nararamdaman mo na yung antok at talab ng Soju, so nilagay mo yung ulo mo sa balikat ng boyfriend mo. He acknowledges it by caressing your hair gently. Your eyes involuntarily trailed down to his thighs, lalo na sa nakabakat niyang malambot na ari sa ilalim ng kanyang sweatpants. 'Di mo naman sinasadya, pero deep inside, buti nalang napatingin ka, lol.
You bit your lip, shifting your gaze somewhere else. Ikaw kasi, wala naman ginagawa boyfriend mo sa'yo pero palagi kang natatakam sa itsura niya. You manage to take your eyes off his body but your hands finds his thigh, caressing it gently. Jungwon didn't let that go unnoticed, taking it innocently though.
Tanginang combo kasi 'yan, itim na t-shirt tapos gray sweatpants? Sino bang hindi matatakam? Buti nga sa'yong sa'yo 'to lahat. Kaya minsan— palagi, 'di mo mapigilan sarili mo. Laplap pa nga lang 'di mo talaga maiiwasang hindi siya iwanan ng mga chikinini. Kasi ba naman, tuwing umaalis kayo, palagi nalang may mga babaeng tumitingin sa kanya. 'Di din naman din maiiwasan 'yon. Even if it looked like harmless stares, alam na alam mong may higit pa silang naiisip. You can't blame them either, iba talaga aura ni Jungwon.
Napansin ni Jungwon na nawala yung atensyon mo sa movie, his hand brushed your hair aside your face. "Baby? Okie ka lang?" He asks softly. Ayan na nga sinasabi ko, palagi niyang sinisigurado na pati sa tono ng boses niya, napaparating niya sa'yo yung lambing niya.
You hummed, hand still on his thigh. "Watch ka lang diyan. Okay lang ako, don't worry." You murmur back softly, trying to hide the fact that you can't even catch up in the movie anymore, too distracted by your own boyfriend. He gladly nods in return. Andali talaga kausap eh.
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When it comes to bed, you both surprisingly match each others freak. Parehas niyong hindi first time in terms of relationship, pero first time niyo yung isa't isa pagdating sa kama. In a random day and year during the month of September, you thought it was just another making out session inside his room. But the moment he started to let out soft needy moans more often while you kiss, and when you felt his hand fiddle your bra from behind, alam mong hindi lang laplap magagawa niyo.
Of course you were shy and embarassed about the feeling of exposure of your naked body. But he explored and worshipped your body that night, leaving no untouched areas while he murmurs soft praises. He focused solely on making the both of you feel good, not wanting to leave a bad memory for your first time.
"I love you. I love you so much.. Hawakan mo mga binti mo para sa'kin, baby."
"Ganda mo talaga, shit. Huwag ka mahiya sa'kin, please."
"Labas mo lahat ng ungol mo, love. I love hearing you."
His words were full of love— less lust. Papakasalan talaga.
He did so well as his first time. As Expected.
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For 10 minutes, that is still how you were going. It's like you have your own little bubble. Hinihimas mo pa rin yung hita niya habang iniisip yung bawat himas ng kamay niya sa'yo kapag kayong dalawa lang sa madilim niyang kuwarto.
Habang nanonood kayo, nararamdaman mo yung pagtaas ng tibok ng puso mo dahil sa kaniyang kamay sa iyong balakang— everything makes you even more tempted. You look up at him, taking in the innocent expression on his face.
Feeling your gaze on him, Jungwon turns his head slightly to look at you, his eyes meeting yours. Ngumiti siya, patuloy pa rin ang pag-massage ng kanyang hinlalaki sa iyong balakang. "Hmm? 'Nu 'yon, baby?" he asks quietly, his voice low and soothing. He's completely unaware of the internal struggle you're facing.
You blushed, kahit sa simpleng tingin niya sa'yo matutupi ka talaga. "W-wala.." you murmur, slightly flustered. You avoided his gaze by burying your face onto his neck again.
Jungwon chuckles softly, his arm tightening around you as he turns his attention back to the movie. He doesn't push for an answer, simply assuming you were lost in thought or just being affectionate. His hand on your hip slowly slides up and down your side, a casual movement.
You bury your face deeper into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as his casual touches drive you slowly insane with desire. Inusog niya naman yung kamay niya paakyat-baba sa tagiliran mo, occasionally grazing the side of your breast through your shirt.
Your breath hitched by the sudden touch and your body pressed to his a bit more. 'Di napansin ni Jungwon yung reaksyon mo, naka-focus pa rin sa pinapanood niyo. Even you were forgetting your friends are still around. Tuloy pa din yung pag-himas ng kamay niya sa'yong tagiliran, minsa'y nadadaanan niya yung kailaliman ng 'yong dibdib. He's just being affectionate and relaxed, completely unaware of how his touches are affecting you.
Jungwon's focus is entirely on the movie, his body language completely relaxed as he sits there with you cuddled up against him. Wala pa siyang ka-ideideya na wala ka nang nasusundan sa pelikula, too lost in the feeling of his body against yours and his hand beneath your breast.
You shift your body subtly, pressing yourself more firmly against him. His fingers now brush against the underside of your breast more prominently, though he still doesn't seem to notice— just adjusting to your movement. "You comfy ba?" he murmurs distractedly, eyes still on the screen.
You nodded, kind of nuzzling on his shoulder when you do. "Medyo nilalamig lang.." You murmur softly, sounding slightly whiny. Jungwon's attention is finally pulled away from the movie by your soft murmur.
Tumingin siya sa'yo, tuloy pa din yung paghimas ng kanyang kamay sa tagiliran mo. Gumalaw ka naman, wanting his hand higher. He doesn't move his hand away though. "Gusto mo blanket?" He asks, voice still soft. He's finally starting to notice that something's off— your lack of attention to the movie, your neediness, your shifting.
You just hummed in return. Jungwon tilts his head slightly, trying to process your vague responses. He's still oblivious to the fact that you're intentionally pressing against him, trying to get his hand to stay on your breast. "Okay," he says slowly, starting to sit up slightly to reach for a blanket.
As he starts to move, his hand slides off your breast, making you feel a moment of disappointment. But then, as he sits up, his other arm wraps around your back to keep you close, pulling you onto his lap as he reaches for the blanket on the back of the couch. He's completely unaware of how suggestive this position is.
Jungwon settles back against the couch with the blanket, his arm still around your back. He spreads the blanket over both of you, his hand resting on your hip beneath the blanket. He's comfortable and relaxed, still not noticing the intimate position he has you in. "There you go."
You snuggle closer to him, your face buried in his neck again. His hand on your hip slowly starts to rub soothing circles, the blanket hiding the intimate touch from his view. Akala niya na hanggang sa pinapainit ka lang niya, wala pa din siyang malay na grabe yung apekto niya sa'yo.
Patuloy pa rin sa panonood si Jungwon, one arm holding you securely on his lap. He's completely at ease, thinking he's just being a good boyfriend by keeping you warm— I mean, he is naman talaga. Pero 'di niya lang mapansin yung rason kung bakit ka naka-dikit sa katawan niya ngayon— kung bakit parang mas clingy o needy ka. Ito ay dahil sa malambot na bakat ng tite niya sa sweatpants niya, at pati ba naman ang hindi niya pansin na epekto ng kanyang simpleng mga hawak sa'yong nakakabaliw.
You subtly arch your back, pressing yourself more firmly against his lap and causing his hand to naturally slide higher up your side. His fingers now brush directly against the underside of your breast, but he still doesn't realize what he's doing— he just thinks you're trying to get comfortable. "You okay?" tanong niya. Sa wakas napansin niya nang hindi ka na manlang tumitingin sa TV.
"Nilalamig pa rin ako.." You reasoned out instead. Jungwon nods slowly, his focus entirely on taking care of what he thinks is your comfort. He wraps his arms more securely around you, pulling you tighter against his chest. His hand that was on your hip now slides up to your lower back, pulling you flush against his body. His other hand, the one beneath your breast, stays put, fingers splayed across your ribcage. Halos naka-kandong ka na nga eh.
He's so oblivious, thinking he's just being a caring boyfriend. He rocks you gently, "Usog ka pa here" he murmurs, completely missing the real reason for your behavior. He thinks you're just cold and needy.
The movie continues to play in the background, forgotten by both of you. He shifts slightly, his bulge pressing more firmly against you. He thinks nothing of it, just adjusting for comfort. His hand beneath your breast slowly slides up, his fingers splaying out. He's completely unaware that he's about to touch your breast. "Nilalamig pa rin baby ko?" He asks softly.
You hummed, slightly pouting. Nagpapababy ka nalang at this point. Jungwon isn't exactly oblivious, he just doesn't want to rush or assume things. One thing for sure is that he hates sugarcoating. But you're just shy, that's different.
Jungwon can always see through you— kabisadong kabisado ka niyan. In times like this, he just enjoys the tension, savoring it, just like how a kettle heats up before it bursts.
Your eyes lock with his, and for the first time, he finally notices something different in your gaze— the flushed cheeks, the slightly parted lips, the way you're pressed against his lap. You looked at him with those glossy eyes through the dim room, as if you're begging for something. His thumb pauses its lazy circles on your side, now resting right beneath your breast. He does finally caught through your act.
"C'mere, baby. Stay quiet for me, hm?" he murmurs softly as he pulls you closer. "Let me warm you up. na." he added quietly, his eyes still locked with yours. He leans in slowly, his lips hovering just above your neck. His hand beneath your breast starts to slowly lift, his fingers curling slightly.
His lips brush against your neck, feather-light and gentle, just a slow, lingering trail from your collarbone up to the sensitive spot behind your ear. He keeps it subtle enough that anyone glancing over would just think he's nuzzling you, his breath warm against your skin.
He feels you melt into his touch, your body pressing closer against his. His lips stay glued to your neck, giving you exactly what you want—soft, tender kisses that are just shy of being inappropriate. "Shh, baby." He murmurs softly against your neck. One of his hands stays firmly on your thigh, fingers tracing higher, while the other holds you tight against his chest.
He notices you shiver, he smiles against your skin, satisfied. His fingers finally slip underneath the waistband of your sweats, just barely grazing the fabric of your underwear.
In front of you, your friends laugh at something on the screen. He pulls back just in time, his lips now just gently pressed to your temple instead. He left out a soft sigh and he brushed a strand of your hair aside.
You look at him still with those glossy eyes, mapungay at nakakaamo. Unti-unti nang nalilibugan si Jungwon, bumabakat na din yung tite niya underneath his sweats. He glances to your friends and stood up, pulling you up with him. "Akyat ko na si Y/N, kanina pa inaantok." Jungwon informs them so convincingly, pulling you up with him. "Gehhh, kanina pa 'yan gising." One of your friends said with a chuckle, actually believing Jungwon.
After they acknowledge the both of you, Jungwon starts walking with you. As soon as you were out of their sight, the both of you immediately rushed to the bedroom, quiet laughs escaping your mouth.
You plopped on the bed and Jungwon closed the door behind him, quietly locking it. "Come here..." he whines softly, reaching out his arms towards you while he sat beside you. He missed your touch. Angas talaga sa iba, softie sa'yo. His face falls slightly when you don't immediately move, pouting adorably. "Baby.. Dito ka, please..."
You giggled softly, finally shifting to him. "Oo na~" You whined back playfully and he pulls you to his lap. He hums, placing his hand on the low of your back and started to trail his lips from your neck to your jaw, leaving wet, messy kisses everywhere they go. Giggles also escaped his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens as he attempts to pull you on top of him.
Agad namang hinawak ni Jungwon yung balakang mo ta's hinila ka para i-kandong ka sa kanya. He looks up at you with hazy eyes, his pupils completely dilated. "Mmm, ang init mo..." he mumbles softly, shifting beneath you slightly.
Bigla ka niyang hinila papalapit, he slightly grinds underneath you habang hinahalikan ka niya. Your hands roam all over his body, his shoulders, his neck, his chest, like you can't decide where to touch next. Nililibugan ka na talaga, the alcohol contributing to make yourself lose control completely.
You grinded back against him, soft hums escaped your lips while you kiss, his tongue darting out to intertwine with yours. Sa totoo lang, ang simple niyang pagdiin ng katawan niya sa'yo dahil sa kanyang natural na amoy, pati na din ang paglapat ng kanyang ilong sa'yong leeg, at lalo na ang simple niyang paglagay ng kamay niya sa'yong hita, nalilibugan ka na talaga. Sadyang malakas ang 'yong pag-pigil sa'yong sarili.
His tongue slides into your mouth almost immediately, natikman ka niya na parang alak at matamis. Matakaw mo siyang hinahalikan, na para bang hindi pa sapat yung halos wala nang distansiya sa inyong dalawa. His hands grip your hair now. He tilts his head back, pinalalim yung laplapan niyo habang naglalabas siya ng malambot at nangangailangang mga ungol on your lips.
He's so fucking hot like this—completely vulnerable and letting his guard down.
He breaks the kiss briefly to gasp for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looks up at you with glassy eyes, his cheeks flushed and lips wet and slightly puffy. Hinihingal ka na, 'di lang dahil sa laplap pero sa labis na pag-kontrol mo sa sarili mo to not just have him right now.
Without warning, he pulls you down for another kiss, his arms wrapping around your neck. This time, he bites your bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a wet pop. He hums again and he continued to kiss you deeply.
Your naughty hands traveled down to the waistband of his sweatpants. He groans quietly into your mouth at the contact, his hips bucking up against you involuntarily. You feel him harden beneath you, and he lets out a frustrated whine.
Your hands were finally palming him through his boxers. He shivers when he felt your hands on his boxers. His hands automatically going to your waist to hold you against him. "Mmm... yes, ganyan lang, baby..." he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed as you place open-mouthed kisses and gentle bites on his neck. You already left a couple of hickeys on his collarbone and chest area at this point.
'Di ka niya talaga mapigilan, sarap na sarap siya sa kamay mo kahit sa boxers mo lang siya hinahawakan. His breath catches again, eyes fluttering shut as he bites his lip to stay quiet. "Fuck, ba't ang libog mo ngayon, ha..?" He breaths out, looking up at you.
You grin, looking back down at him. Naglabas ka din ng tahimik na tawa, na-eenjoy mong pati siya nalilibugan sa kung ano mang nangyayari sa'yo. "Ikaw kasi.. 'Wag ka 'wag kang mag-susuot ng gan'tong combo, nang-aasar ka ba?" You replied playfully, placing a kiss on his neck once again.
His eyes flutter closed as your lips press against his neck, teeth gently grazing his skin. He bites his lip to hold back a moan as your hand squeezes him through his underwear. "Kingina.. Kaya pala." He opens his eyes and let out a chuckle na may halong ungol.
His hips roll up into your palm, seeking more friction. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "So ano? Gusto mo bang palitan ko damit ko, baby?" He asks, tempting you.
"Parang mas gusto ko pa tanggalin eh." You reply, grinning.
His body tenses with need as your words sink in, a shaky breath leaving his lungs. Those sweatpants are already riding low on his hips, nararamdaman niya na ngang sumisikip na yung tela around his boxers.
He helps you lift his black shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. "Ang libog mo talaga.. fuck." He murmurs, you bit your lip. His hands slide under your top, fingers tracing up your spine as you pull at his sweatpants. "'Pag may pumasok..." He warns breathlessly, but his voice drops to a needy whine. "...'Di kita pipigilan." He added sneakily. You grinned. Lakas talaga ng amats neto sa'yo eh.
Nararamdaman mo nang may nabubuong basang area sa panty mo. Kahit kantot na kantot ka na, mas nakakatakam ka talaga sa tite niya. You tug his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, his hard length springing free against his abs.
Jungwon hisses in a breath as the cool air hits his heated skin, but then your hand wraps around him and he's bucking into your grip. "Tangina... baby.."
His head falls back against the headrest, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as he struggles to keep his noises down. The friction of your hand pumping him has his hips rolling uncontrollably, precum leaking over your fingers. "Baby... fuck..." He chokes out, gripping your thighs tighter. "Ang sarap, pota..." His breathing is ragged, eyes squeezing shut.
Sinarado niya lang mata niya, pero nagulat nalang siya na may nararamdaman na siyang mainit na hininga sa ulo ng tite niya. Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider apart, giving you better access. His hands move from your thighs to grip the back of your head possessively. "Oh..."
His whole body jerks sa unang haplis ng dila mo, a choked gasp escaping before he claps his hand over his own mouth. His fingers thread through your hair desperately, not pushing but just holding on. "Mmph—" His thighs tremble around your head as you swirl your tongue, hips lifting slightly off the bed. "Baby.. Ang sarap talaga, tangina.. Ganyan lang, please." He whined quietly.
God you love his moans. Grabe libog mo sa unang beses mong narinig yung mga ungol niya. 'Di siya nahihiyang iparinig sa'yo. He wanted to let you know how much you make him feel good.
Nakikita mo talaga na pinipigilan niya sarili niya maglabas ng malakas na ungol. Baka marinig ng mga kaibigan mo. The sight of him trying to keep himself together while you blow him is so fucking hot, making your core ache with need.
Nanginig tite niya sa bunganga mo habang pinapanood ka niyang jinajabol siya. His face contorts in pleasure. He realizes you're actually enjoying this, your cheeks hollowing out to suck him deeper. He spreads his legs wider, giving you more room. "Baby... Tingin ka sa'kin..." He murmurs, looking down at you.
His jaw drops at the sight of you looking up at him with those big innocent eyes while his dick is in your mouth. Sarap na sarap siya sa nakikita niya. Sinimula niyang bayuhin yung tite niya sa bunganga mo nang dahan-dahan, into your mouth, testing the waters.
You let out a quiet gag, surprised by the movement. He realizes you're taking his thrusts without complaint. Dahil isa kang puta, nagustuhan mo yun—your lips stretching wide around his thick length. He bites his lip hard to keep quiet as he starts to fuck your mouth in earnest. "Sige lang, baby.. Ang ganda mo tingnan, tangina.."
Each shallow thrust forces his tip deeper into your throat, naluluha ka na nga pero 'di ka tumigil. The wet, gagging sounds are barely audible, but to him, it's deafening. He reached out para hawakan yung pisngi mo, wiping away a stray tear. "Ang sarap ng bunganga mo, baby... shh ka lang, okay?" He whispers breathlessly. "Tuloy mo lang..."
He keeps thrusting into your mouth, inalis niya ulit yung kamay niya sa pisngi mo para itakip naman sa bunganga niya. Yung isa niya namang kamay ay hinihamasan yung buhok mo kahit binabayo niya pa din yung bunganga mo. His eyes are glued to the lewd sight of your lips stretched around his dick. "Masarap ba tite ko, baby? Mas lalo ko pang susuotin yung sweats na 'yon para mas magamit ko pa bunganga mo, shit.." He breathes out, hissing as he looks down at you.
You look up at him again, naluluha pa din mga mata mo. Nangangalay na panga mo. Masyado siyang malaki para sa maliit mong bunganga. You still take it, like the good girl you are for him.
His face contorts with pleasure as he fucks your mouth deeper, hitting the back of your throat. He can feel you gagging slightly, but you never pull away. He's never seen anything sexier. His hand tightens on your hair possessively. "Tangina.. Malapit na 'ko, baby.. Onti nalang.." He whined out quietly, biting his lip after. Yung pilk mata tiyaka ilong mo natatamaan na ng balat niya— that's how deep you're taking him in your mouth right now.
Isa pang huling bayo sa bunganga mo, agad niyang ibinaon yung tite mo sa lalamunan mo. Hot liquid fills your mouth as he releases, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He holds you there for a moment, savoring the feeling before pulling out slowly.
Nilunok mo naman, halos walang pake sa mapait na lasa ng kanyang tamod. Kay Jungwon naman 'yon. Talagang sa kanya ka lang magpapaka-puta at wala nang iba.
He watches you swallow, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. A shaky, proud smile spreads across his face at your innocent yet dirty act. "Sarap mo." You murmur, earning a chuckle from him while you licked your lip. You reach out while you sit back up, tracing his toned abs.
His abs contract under your gentle touches, a soft groan escaping him. "Fuck... 'Lika dito, baby..." He murmur, sounding slightly like a whine. Hinila ka niya gamit yung baywang mo para i-kandong ka. He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss, nalalasahan niya sarili niya sa dila mo. His hands rest on your lower back, rubbing soothing circles against your skin. "Grabe ka dun..." he murmurs against your mouth. "Nilunok mo parang tubig." Asar niya. "Gusto mo naman." You reply in sass.
He chuckles in return, finding you cute. Gusto niya ding pinopolosopo mo siya, para naman malagay ka niya sa lugar mo 'pag sumobra ka. His hands slowly slide under your top again, lifting it off over your head. "Alisin mo damit mo, baby.." He breaks the kiss to toss it aside before capturing your lips once more. His fingers find the waistband of your shorts, hooking them and pulling them down along with your panties. "Taas ka, babe..." He murmurs.
You lifted your hips up and he pulls your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly. Parehas na kayong naka-hubad at nararamdaman niya yung basa mong puke sa kanyang hita. "Shit, ang basa mo baby.." He murmurs, you body twitches. He lifts you up slightly and positions you over his lap, his tip nudging at your wet entrance. "Sakyan mo 'ko. Tahimik lang."
You lower yourself onto him slowly, both of you inhaling sharply as he fills you completely. He bites his lip hard to keep quiet, his hands gripping your hips tightly to control your movements. "Ahh, sarap mo, 'Won." You breathed out quietly while start to ride him slowly, your breasts bouncing gently in front of his face.
"Tangina, baby.. Ganda mo talaga." He compliments, reaching out to cup your breasts while you continue to ride him. His thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. Lumapit siya at agad na sinubo isa sa mga dede mo sa bunganga niya. He leans forward and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently. "Ganda mo talaga 'pag sinasakyan mo'ko.." He breathes out, mukha niya asa dibdib mo pa 'din.
Tumingin ka sa kaniya at nilagay ang mga kamay mo sa kanyang balikat. Patuloy parin ang pagbayo mo sa tite niya. His hips start to move in sync with yours, thrusting up into you as you ride him. Bigla naman niyang tinakip yung bunganga mo gamit yung isa niyang kamay. "Quiet, baby... Ayaw mo namang may makikirinig sa'tin, 'di ba? Hm?" He whispers against your skin, his voice muffled.
You nodded, biting your lip underneath his palm. Napapansin niyang nahihirapan kang pigilan mga ungol mo, and it's turning him on even more. Your whines are barely audible, muffled by his hand, but they vibrate through his palm. He moves his hand from your mouth to your hair, pulling you down for a deep, wet kiss that muffles any sounds you might make. "Good girl talaga 'tong baby ko.." He praised, brushing a strand of your bangs aside.
After a few moments, he flips you onto your back suddenly, surprising you. Your head hits the pillow beneath you with a soft thud. His lips crash against yours, swallowing your gasp. Pinuwesto niya sarili niya sa gitna ng mga hita mo, his cock pressing against your entrance again.
"This way, makokontrol na kita.." He growls against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. "Can fuck you better like this, baby.." He earned a quiet whine from you. "Baby.. Ang hirap manahimik 'pag ganyan mo 'ko kausapin.." You murmur. He pushes into you in one smooth, deep stroke, filling you up completely.
"I know you can do better, bae.." He murmurs back. One hand immediately flies up to cover your mouth, muffling the loud moan that tries to escape your throat. He starts thrusting hard and deep, his hips snapping against yours rhythmically. "Shh... kunin mo lang tite ko, baby. Sarap 'di ba..?" He whispers against your ear.
You nodded, nababaliw ka na sa pag-baon ng tite niya sa puke mo. His hand tightens over your mouth as he sees your face contort with pleasure. Alam niyang maingay ka, palaging napupuno ng ungol mo yung kuwarto niya karaniwan. He realizes how much he loves making you quiet, how much he loves having control over your noises.
Kahit na ikaw pa yung nangingibabaw sa kanya pagsimula ng kantutan niyo, palagi niyang sinisigurado na ikaw pa din ang iilalim sa kanya sa dulo.
That's just how Jungwon is. He would let you dominate at times, but he will always set and lead the pace for you— just how you like it.
His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. The bed creaks beneath you both as he pounds into you relentlessly. He removes his hand from your mouth only to replace it with two fingers, sliding them between your lips. "Sipsipin mo daliri ko, baby.." He commands, watching your eyes water with the intensity.
You obediently bite down on his fingers to stifle your loud moans as he hits that perfect spot deep inside you. His other hand grips your thigh, pushing your leg higher to change the angle, allowing him to thrust even deeper. "Baby ko... ang init mo sa tite ko..." He grunts quietly, his own breathing becoming ragged. "Ang lalim ko na, fuckk.."
Your hands gripped on the sheets, on his biceps, just to cope with controlling your moans. He leans down and captures your lips in a deep kiss, swallowing any sound you might make as he hits your g-spot repeatedly. His body covers yours completely, shielding you, muffling you, owning you. He can feel your walls starting to flutter around him. "Ganyan lang... let go for me, baby. Cum ka sa tite ko, please. 'Wag mo pigilan sarili mo." He encouraged.
God, your sight of him drives you to the edge even more. His broad shoulders, toned chest and abs, and the way he thrusts into you is just like heaven in hell. His sweat slightly glistens above you. His pinkish lips parted while he let out quiet whines, sometimes he bites it instead, making it look like a bit swollen.
His hair sticks to his forehead while he looks down at you and your body that he loves so much. Tangina, kahit anong angulo ni Jungwon apaka-pogi pa rin niya— mas lalo na pag iniibabaw ka niya.
His muscles flex under your gripping hands as he continues his relentless pace, the headboard of the bed starting to hit the wall with a soft thudding noise. He pulls back slightly to look at where they're connected, pinapanood yung tite niyang nawawala sa loob ng puke mo. "Fuck, shit.. Taking me so good, baby.." He breathes out, then looking back at you.
You bit your lip and you look back at him, still trying to quiet down those pretty whines. He then felt you clench around him, Jungwon lets out a hiss. "'Won— malapit na 'ko.. fuck." You breathed out, your breathing was ragged. Jungwon notices you're having a hard time to keep it in.
He pressed his chest to yours, his warm breath on your ear. "Lapit ka na? Beg for me, baby. Sabihin mo sa'kin how badly you want it." He says breathlessly on your ear. Binilisan niya yung pag-thrust niya inside you, the headboard hitting the wall quietly. You made a muffled whine against his shoulder, quietly whimpering. "Ahh, fuck. Ang sarap mo, 'Won! Please, baby.. Lalabasan na'ko– 'Di ko na kaya.."
Jungwon kept his fast pace, making sure you still hear his sounds against your ear. "'Wonnie.. Don't stop please.." "Argh.. Tangina ka.. Sikip mo." He murmurs. You gripped on his back, that would for sure create scratches in the morning. "Jungwon— Baby.. Fuck!" You breathed out, biting on his shoulder when you finally finished around him.
"Aishh.. Gago ang sikip mo talaga, puta.." He quietly groans, slowing his pace while he waits for you to finish. "So fucking warm.." He murmurs. You shivered underneath him, breathing heavily as you relaxed your head back at the pillows.
Jungwon then removes himself off you, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl ko.." He murmurs, your juices flowing down your inner thigh. His hands starts jerking himself to finish instead. You suddenly sat back up, reaching out to do for him. "Ako na~" You murmur, Jungwon bites his lip was he looks down at your smaller hands jerking his wet cock.
You look back at him, brushing a strand of his bangs. "Pogi mo talaga." You suddenly murmur, Jungwon shyly smiles at you, dimples peeking. He leaned in, kissing you softly in need.
He lets out soft whines between the kiss, you continue to jerk him. His cock twitches on your hand, still semi hard. After a few moments, he pulls away from the kiss to pull you close. "Baby.. Lalabasan na 'ko, fuckk." He murmurs against your neck. You quicken your hand on his cock, circling your thumb at his tip.
You glanced down at it, pink and all hard— just for you. "Tangina, ang cute talaga ng tite mo, baby. Just like your face." You murmur, more of what your mind speaks. Jungwon whimpers and he bury his face deeper onto your neck. "Fuck.. Don't talk like that, baby.."
You giggle, eyes never leaving his cock. "Lapit na ba 'Wonnie ko?" You murmur, he nods against your neck. "Opo, baby~ Please.. Want it badly.." He whimpers desperately. Jungwon pulled back, you quicken your movements and he shivered, finally finishing.
His hands grip the sheets while his head leaned back. He spurts all his cum on your torso, you kept jerking him. "Pogi pogi mo talaga, 'Won." You said, so casually. He looked back at you, cheeks flushed and lips puffy. "Tangina, kaya nilalabasan pa rin ako.." He murmurs, slightly pouty, nilalabasan pa din siya at tumatalsik pa rin sa katawan mo.
You chuckled softly and rubbed his tip. He hissed and he finally finishes spurting all over you. He glanced at your body, proud of how he coated your body with all his cum. "Potek, imagine 'pag pinutukan na kita sa loob, punong-puno ka niyan." He "joked". He immediately received a slap on his arm from you.
"Kupal ka ba???"
He laughs softly, pulling you close to place a kiss on your cheek. Parehas naman kayong nagpromise sa isa't isa na no babies until marriage, I mean, dapat naman talaga.
"Joke lang, baby ko. Imagine lang 'di ba~" You shot a glare at him, your hands at his thigh.
"I mean, I won't deny I have those thoughts pretty often. Dali ka siguro anaka—"
"'Won." You cut him off, just a playful toned warning.
"Oo na~ I'm sorry..~ I love you, baby." He murmurs, pulling you close to hug you. You hummed against his hair, hugging him back. "I love you too, 'Wonnie." You murmur. He smiles.
You stay like this for a few moments and he suddenly lift you up on his arms, making you yelp in surprise. "Aratt~ Let me clean you up." He breathes out, bringing you to the bathroom inside your room.
He carefully places you on the bath tub, you smile at him softly. "Ganda talaga ng laloves ko~" He compliments, placing a kiss on your cheek that earned him a giggle from you. "Bola." You murmur, glancing at his neck.
He shook his head, pouting at you slightly. "Lahhh, 'inde kaya. My baby's always pretty~" He replies, turning the warm faucet on. "Wait lang ahh~" He added. You watched him in adoration while he took the towel on the rack, placing it close the bathtub.
He passed by the mirror on the sink, through his peripheral vision, something caught his eye. He walks back, you noticed. His eyes slightly widen at the sight and he looks at you in disbelief. "Huy anlala.." He exclaims with a laugh, looking back at the mirror. "Baby.. Didn't know you made this much hickeys.." He murmurs. "'Di pa nga gumagaling yung ginawa mo sa'kin a couples of days ago ehh~" He adds, you grin. His tone wasn't mad, just really in disbelief with how much you want to claim him.
His neck was kind of full with your hickeys, as well as his chest. You can't help it, he's all yours and you're all his anyways.
🎬 CUT. Shettttt, ang haba pala.. parang yung tite ni Jungw- Anyways, sana nagustuhan niyo 'to mga libog kay 'Won na tulad ko 😉 Iba talaga 'pag Filo dirty talk, nakakaturn on talaga ih..
smut 18+,dirty talk,dominance,unprotected sex,blowjob let me now if I forgot smh x
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I sit in the passenger seat of Jungwon's massive car, the tinted windows shielding us from the outside world. He's live on Weverse, propped up against the driver's door with his phone angled just right to capture his face and upper body. Dressed head to toe in black tight long sleeve top hugging his lean muscles, black joggers slung low on his hips he flashes that signature smirk at the camera, reading comments and laughing softly. Thousands of fans are watching, clueless that I'm right here beside him, hidden from view.
My hand slips under the edge of his seat, fingers brushing his thigh. He doesn't flinch, just keeps talking about his day, but I see his jaw tighten. Emboldened, I slide my palm higher, tracing the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his joggers. It's already thickening under my touch. I lean closer, my other hand mimicking a blowjob right in his peripheral vision pursed lips, tongue flicking out, fingers curling like they're wrapped around a shaft, pumping slowly. Up and down, twisting at the tip. His eyes flick to me for a split second, darkening, but he plays it cool, smirking wider at the camera.
"You guys are wild today" he says, voice steady, but his free hand grips the steering wheel harder. I don't stop. My fingers press firmer against his bulge, rubbing the head through the joggers, then I mouth the motion again head bobbing, cheeks hollowing like I'm sucking him deep. A low chuckle escapes him, but it's strained. Comments flood in: Oppa looks extra hot today! That smirk tho. He shifts his hips subtly toward me, cock now fully hard and straining.
I amp it up, unzipping his joggers quietly with one hand while the other strokes the air obscenely fist pumping fast, tongue lolling out to lick imaginary balls. His breath hitches, barely noticeable, but I feel the throb under my palm as I free his thick cock. It's hot and heavy, veins pulsing. He glances down, eyes locking on mine with a warning, but that smirk stays plastered on for the fans. "Alright, that's it for today" he announces suddenly, thumbing the end button. The screen goes dark.
Before I can react, he's on me. Lunging across the console, he pins me back against the seat, one hand snatching both my wrists and slamming them above my head against the headrest. His body weight crushes down, cock still out and rock-hard, smearing precum on my thigh through my skirt. "Jungwon, I was just—"
"Joking?" he growls, face inches from mine, breath hot. His grip tightens, bruising. "You think you can tease me like that in front of everyone and walk away?" His free hand yanks my skirt up, fingers ripping my panties aside. I squirm, thighs clenching, but he's relentless, knee shoving my legs apart.
"I was just playing," I gasp, but heat pools between my legs, pussy already slick.
"Bullshit." He releases my wrists only to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head down toward his lap. "Open your mouth. Show me how you'd blow me for real." His cock bobs in front of my face, thick and flushed, precum beading at the slit. The car's spacious interior gives us room seats folded back, plenty of space to maneuver.
I part my lips, tongue darting out to lick the underside from balls to tip. He groans, hips bucking. I wrap my mouth around the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the ridge. Salty precum floods my taste buds as I take him deeper, lips stretching wide. My hands brace on his thighs, feeling the muscles flex as I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks. Gagging slightly when he hits the back of my throat, but I push on, slurping noisily, spit dripping down his shaft.
"Fuck, yeah," he grunts, hand guiding my pace, fucking my face now. Thrusts shallow at first, then deeper. I moan around him, vibrations making him curse. My pussy aches, clit throbbing untouched, but I focus on him sucking, licking, swallowing every inch. His cock pulses, swelling, and with a guttural moan, he cums. Hot spurts flood my mouth, thick ropes hitting my tongue. I gulp it down, milking him dry with tight suction until he's spent, twitching in my mouth.
He pulls out, strings of cum and spit connecting us, but his eyes burn with hunger. We're far from done. "On your back" he orders, shoving me flat across the wide seat. My legs spread wide as he climbs over, joggers shoved down just enough. His cock, still semi hard, slicks up against my soaked pussy. One brutal thrust, and he's buried balls deep, stretching me wide.
I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders through the black shirt. He pounds into me relentlessly, hips snapping, cock dragging over every sensitive spot. The car rocks with each slam, windows fogging. "Take it" he snarls, pinching my nipples hard, twisting. My walls clench around him, orgasm building fast as he fucks me raw, skin slapping skin. He doesn't stop, driving deeper, harder, until I'm screaming, cumming around his cock, juices squirting out.
And just like that, he keeps going, owning every inch of me.
ֺ𓏲𝄢̣̣ the day your sweetheart of a boyfriend finds out that you aren't as into vanilla sex as you seem
bf!jungwon x fem!reader wc 1533 smut (MDNI) softdom!jungwon slight choking/breathplay penetration nicknames degradation (like one word) praise breeding kink no protection oops
Yang Jungwon was the best boyfriend.
He was the absolute sweetest, the literal embodiment of a green flag. He buys you flowers and somehow always knows exactly when to replace them, cooks for you when you’re sick, and orders food whenever the both of you are too tired to be anywhere near the kitchen. He knows your whole person by now—what you like, dislike, your interests. Jungwon knows you in your entirety.
But, of all those things, Jungwon knows your body best.
He knows how hard or soft to go when you’re overstimulated, knows when you need his fingers or his tongue (or both). Jungwon knows every curve and dip on your body so well that you’d think he was the one who created it. He never, and I mean, never, passes up an opportunity to feel you up. To him, your body is a temple, and Jungwon happily worships it. That’s why he’s always so soft during sex. While the thought of being rough has always been something that tainted his mind, poor Jungwon would never forgive himself if he hurt you. Which is why he always sticks to gentle caresses and soft pecks on the cheek whenever he drives into your cunt a little too hard.
Now, the one thing that Jungwon doesn’t know about you? You like it rough.
This was something you’d grown accustomed to keeping to yourself, because it was embarrassing, and Jungwon was the most vanilla person you knew. You didn’t want to tell him that you enjoyed getting pounded into the mattress, because honestly? You might leave him scarred for life. At least, that’s what you think. You couldn’t be any more wrong.
Jungwon likes rough sex just as much as you, just hasn’t been able to express it because he was worried about your opinion, too.
So, he spends another night making gentle love to you instead of feeding into his fantasies.
Jungwon’s hips roll into your own slowly, the tip of his pretty cock kissing your cervix with each leisurely stroke. One of his hands cradle your head, his lips peppering soft kisses onto your face. Jungwon is sickeningly sweet with each press of his pelvis against your own, soft coos and praises being whispered into your ear.
“Right there, baby—fuck, there we go,”
“Mhm, just like that, taking me sososo well,”
Jungwon’s hand sneaks under one of your thighs, pressing your knee further into the mattress beside your head so his cock nestles even deeper into your cunt. The slick sounds of your pussy clash with his soft groans and your high-pitched whines. While his soft thrusts are amazing, hitting that spot deep inside of you with each roll of his hips, it isn’t enough. You need more, need to feel his tip bullying your cunt, need to hear his skin slapping against yours.
“Woniee—mmph—need,” You can’t form a proper sentence with each of his strokes distracting you.
“Hm? What d’ya need, baby? Tell me what you, fuck, what you need,” He groans into the crook of your neck, beads of sweat making his skin glistening. He looks so fucking pretty, you want to lean forward and lick the condensation off of his abdomen. But you can’t, not yet, you have to tell him what you need, first.
“Harder, please, need your cock—” You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders to steady yourself. Jungwon’s eyes snap open at the request. This was the first time that you had asked him to go harder. Usually, you were moaning and producing noises he didn’t know were possible.
“Y-you sure, baby? I don’t wanna hurt you..” He whispers, pressing a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss to your jaw like it was a natural instinct.
You nod feverishly, nails clawing at his back now. His hips had stilled completely, his cock twitching inside of your cunt.
“Please, Wonie, need it—fuck, want you to be rough,” You finally admit, glassy eyes gazing up at him expectantly. Jungwon can’t say no to his girl, not when you look so cute all fucked out and sweaty beneath him. “M’kay, baby. Tell me to stop, just tell me if I’m being too hard.” He whispers, burying himself into your neck before picking up his pace again.
This time, Jungwon doesn’t take his time. He doesn’t deliver slow, deep strokes. Jungwon isn’t making love anymore, no, he’s fucking.
His hips drive into your harshly, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix and forcing a high moan from your lips. Never did he expect to hear such a pretty sound from you, and now that he had, he was obsessed. Jungwon thrust forward with just as much force as the first time, holding your thigh in place so your leg was folded beside your head. The position allowed him to slide in and out with ease, and he felt so much deeper.
With each thrust, your gummy walls clenched around him, a ring of your mixed fluids forming at the base of his cock. A guttural groan escaped Jungwon as his pace grew faster, the echo of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. “Fuck, baby, this what you wanted? All this time, you wanted to get fucked like a slut?” He huffs, punctuating every word with a deep thrust, pulling back out and snapping his hips against yours again.
When you take a little bit too long to respond, Jungwon's hand creeps around your neck like an anchor, fingers flexing just enough to make you feel hazy. Jungwon relished in the quiet gasp for air that left your lips, making him go even faster.
A soft whine leaves your lips as you nod, the words leaving you just as quickly as they fill your head.
“Fuck, yes—needed your cock, Wonie,” You moan, leg growing numb from how long it had been pushed up next to your head. With each thrust you can feel your climax approaching, his cock bullying that spot deep inside of you just right. The cocky grin that forms on his face makes you clench around him. Jungwon is a sight to behold—silver chains dangling above you, beads of sweat painting his body like a canvas, and dark hair clinging to his forehead. But the most attractive thing? His eyes hadn’t left yours once. The whole time Jungwon was fucking you into the mattress, he kept his eyes on you, watching the way your face contorted to see what you liked.
“Yeah? Needed Wonie’s cock? Don’t worry baby—I’ll make sure to fuck you real good. Make sure you’ll feel me for days.” He murmurs, a hand trailing down to your stomach where the print of his dick was practically branded into the skin. He pressed down, feeling himself pump into you with each snap of his hips. “Gonna fill you up, ‘kay?” He whispers, pressing sloppy kisses against the crook of your neck, all tongue and teeth. “Gonna give you my babies, fuck, you’d make such a good mommy,” He coos, leaning back and looking at you with those chocolate doe eyes. “You’ll let me make you one, right? Gonna carry my kids?” He practically pleads, switching from dominant to a whiny mess in a matter of seconds.
You nod so quickly you don’t know what came over you, nails digging into his shoulders so deep that red welts would remain there for days after.
“Mhm, gonna be—gonna have your babies, promise.” You nod, soft, breathless whines leaving your lips as your orgasm crashes over you. “Fuck, cumming, Woniee,” A high-pitched whine leaves your lips. By now your leg has gone numb, but Jungwon is still driving into you. The slick and your fluids has made it so much easier for him to slide in and out of your swollen cunt. His cock has been driving into you so hard that you’re sure your cervix is bruised. Mindlessly chasing his orgasm, Jungwon isn’t even aware that he’s sending you into overstimulation.
He takes your whines and moans as the say-so to keep going, to reach that orgasm he so desperately needs. His hand around your neck travels back to your nap, holding your head up as he delivered brutal thrusts.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, gonna fill you up,” He groans, delivering one more harsh thrust before burying himself inside you to the hilt.
Warmth spreads throughout your insides as his seed paints your womb, his arms almost giving out beneath his body weight. A breathless sigh leaves his lips, chest heaving and his hair all sweaty. Jungwon pulls out and flops down beside you, watching the combined fluids flow out of your abused hole. “Fuck, didn’t know you were into that, baby.” He manages, reaching in between your legs and collecting the fluids on his middle finger before plugging them right back inside of you. Your cunt twitches from how sensitive it still is, and he lets out a soft chuckle—half amused, half in disbelief. “You okay?” He hums, expression softening when you nod.
“Yeah, felt good.” You murmur, and his lips curl upward into a smirk.
“Get on your hands and knees, then, m’not done.” He whispers, sitting up and giving you a gentle pat on the thigh.
@jeongspetal 4.28.26
authors note: okay hes bias wrecking me if u couldnt already tell (sorry for not uploading in like a week >3<) a little something to put on here while i work on the jayke fic
ᥫ᭡ ❛ falling in love was easy. despite the different countries, chatting through screens across time zones. yet, she’s painfully aware of the distance; he tries to ignore it, like their relationship isn’t built on spotty facetime calls and short visits. their hearts ache each night spent alone but they keep choosing each other anyway ❜
HE'S USED TO GIRLS CRUMBLING.
Tears, trembling legs, desperate little begs while he spits filth and breaks them apart with every brutal thrust. But you?
You moan softly, laugh breathily, and throw his own dirty talk right back in his pretty face like it’s a game.
And maybe? It is.
Game on, pretty boy. You just met your match.
pairing: fuckboy!jungwon x reader !
warnings: strong language alcohol power imbalance toxic relationship one night stand porn with little plot
warnings (smut): jungwon's a dick he's exactly what men shouldn't be. Power imbalance degradation dirty talk humiliation manipulation mindfuck toxicness toxic masculinity unprotected sex (no!) semi-public sex risk of getting caught creampie choking doggy style no romance no feelings one night stand meandom!jungwon harddom!jungwon rough sex
playlist: Often by The Weeknd [] Into It by Chase Atlantic [] Starboy (feat. daft punk) by The Weeknd [] Nine Inch Nails by Closer []
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Yang Jungwon is the kind of fuckboy who makes a girl regret wanting him the second he’s done with her.
He’s got that angelic face, soft doe eyes, pretty lips, dimples that appear when he smirks like he already knows he’s about to ruin you. But the moment the door closes and clothes hit the floor, the mask drops. Jungwon fucks like he hates you. Brutal, mean, and terrifyingly good at it.
He doesn’t do slow or sweet. He pins you down with one hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, and pounds into you like he’s trying to break something inside. Deep, punishing strokes that make your eyes water and your voice crack. He’ll pull your hair, slap your ass, spit in your mouth, and call you the filthiest names while he’s buried balls-deep, laughing low and cruel when you sob his name like a prayer.
He always makes you cum, multiple times, actually, because he gets off on watching you fall apart for him. But the second he finishes (usually down your throat or painted across your face), the switch flips.
He pulls out, wipes himself off like you’re nothing, and tosses you your clothes.
“Get dressed.”
If you try to linger, if you even breathe the word “again” or “stay,” his expression goes ice-cold. Those pretty eyes turn dead.
“I told you before we started, this is it. One time. I don’t do seconds. I don’t date. I don’t cuddle. I don’t give a fuck about your feelings.”
And if you cry? If you beg or ask why he’s so cruel?
He just laughs, low and mocking, while he lights a cigarette or checks his phone.
“Crying already? Pathetic. You knew what this was. You spread your legs for me anyway. Now stop embarrassing yourself and get the fuck out. Don’t ever text me again thinking I’ll wet my dick with the same pussy twice. What’s done is done.”
He’s merciless. No soft aftercare. No fake promises. Just the brutal truth: you were a hole for the night, and now you’re disposable.
The girls always leave in tears, mascara running, thighs still shaking, heart shattered, because Jungwon doesn’t just fuck your body. He fucks with your head too, making you feel like the most desired girl in the world for thirty minutes and then like absolute garbage the moment he’s finished.
And the worst part? He never feels bad about it. Not even a little. Because Yang Jungwon doesn’t catch feelings.
He only catches new pussy.
And the moment Jungwon lays his eyes on you during Heeseung’s party? You know you’re in for something good tonight.
The bathroom door is barely locked, the bass from the party still thumping through the walls like a second heartbeat. Jungwon has you folded in half on the marble counter, your back pressed against the cold mirror, knees pushed all the way to your chest, ankles hooked over his shoulders. Your dress is bunched uselessly around your waist, panties ripped and dangling from one ankle.
He’s pounding into you with brutal, deep strokes, hips snapping hard enough that the sound of skin slapping skin echoes louder than the music outside. His cock is thick, veiny, stretching you open with every punishing thrust, the head dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl.
Jungwon’s hand is wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. His pretty face is twisted into that signature smirk, sweat dripping from his dark hair onto your tits.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, slamming in particularly hard, watching your pussy swallow every inch. “Such a dirty little slut, letting me bend you like this in someone else’s bathroom. Bet you let anyone who looks at you twice wreck this cunt, huh?”
He expects the usual, whimpering, begging, tears already forming because he’s being so mean, so rough.
But you only let out a soft, breathy “Ah—fuck…” when he angles his hips just right and grinds against your clit with every thrust. Your eyes stay half-lidded, lips parted, but there’s no sobbing. No pleading.
Instead, when he calls you a slut again, you bite back with a sharp little laugh that turns into a moan.
“Slut? Says the guy who dragged a stranger into the bathroom because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for thirty minutes,” you shoot back, voice surprisingly steady despite how deep he’s buried. Your walls flutter around him on purpose, clenching tight just to watch his smirk falter for half a second. “If I’m such a slut, why’s your cock twitching like it’s never felt a pussy this good before?”
Jungwon’s eyes narrow. That wasn’t the reaction he wanted. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in with vicious force, the counter creaking under you. His grip on your throat tightens as he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
“Keep talking shit and I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you,” he hisses, picking up the pace, brutally drilling into you so your body jolts with every thrust. “You’re supposed to be crying by now, begging me not to stop like every other pathetic girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Another sharp thrust. Another soft, sweet “Ahh…” from you when he hits that perfect angle again, nothing more.
You tilt your head back against the mirror, eyes locking with his, a teasing smirk of your own playing on your lips even as your pussy drips around his cock.
“Wrong with me?” you gasp between thrusts, still sounding far too composed. “Nothing. I just don’t cry for boys who think being an asshole makes them special. Now shut up and fuck me properly if you can, Jungwon. Or are you all bite no bark?”
His jaw clenches. The pretty fuckboy who always makes girls break is suddenly the one thrown off. He doesn’t like it.
And he definitely doesn’t like how much his cock throbs harder at your sharp tongue.
Jungwon pulls out suddenly, flips you around like you weigh nothing, and bends you over the sink instead, face pressed to the mirror, ass up, back arched deep. He kicks your legs wider and drives back into you in one brutal thrust, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fine,” he snarls, voice low and dangerous as he starts railing you even harder from behind. “Let’s see how long that pretty mouth stays smart when I’m done with you.”
Your only response is another soft, pleased “Ah…” as he hits even deeper, followed by a breathy, defiant little chuckle.
Game on, Yang Jungwon.
The slap of skin on skin is filthy and loud in the small bathroom, almost drowning out the muffled party music outside.
Jungwon has you bent over the sink now, one hand fisted tight in your hair, the other gripping your hip so hard his fingers are going to leave bruises. He’s fucking you with vicious, deep strokes, fast, mean, relentless. Every time he bottoms out, the head of his cock bullies against that spot that makes your pussy flutter and drip.
You’ve been taking it like it’s nothing. Soft little “ah”s and sharp comments. No tears. No begging. Until suddenly your walls clamp down hard around him.
A low, shaky moan slips from your lips as you cream all over his cock, warm, slick, pulsing, your pussy gushing and squeezing him in tight, rhythmic waves. The feeling is so fucking good it rips a guttural groan out of Jungwon’s throat before he can stop it.
“Fuck—shit—”
He can’t hold back. His hips stutter once, twice, then he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard inside you. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood your pussy in smooth, pulsing spurts, painting your walls white while your own orgasm milks every last drop out of him.
For a few seconds the only sounds are heavy breathing and the wet, obscene sound of his cock still twitching inside your cunt.
Then, just like always, the switch flips.
Jungwon pulls out in one quick motion, his cum already starting to leak down your thighs. He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t look at you. Just turns, grabs his pants from the floor, and starts pulling them on like you’re already forgotten.
He’s waiting for it. The usual pathetic whimpering.
The “my legs don’t work…”
The teary “can you help me get dressed?”
The last girl literally begged him to carry her out of the bathroom like some princess.
He’s ready to laugh in your face and tell you to crawl if you have to. But you don’t.
You straighten up slowly, legs steady, thighs glistening with his cum and your own mess. Without a single wobble you reach for your dress, pull it back down, and smooth it over your hips like nothing happened. You even bend over casually to fix your heels, ass still out, his cum dripping down your leg, and you don’t even flinch.
Then you turn to the mirror, fix your hair with quick fingers, and wipe a smudge of lipstick from the corner of your mouth.
Jungwon freezes mid-zip, staring at you. You’re walking perfectly fine. No shaking legs. No clinging to the counter for support. No teary eyes or whiny voice asking for help.
You just look… unbothered. Satisfied, even. Like he was just a decent workout and nothing more. His blood boils instantly.
The man who always leaves girls ruined and crying is suddenly the one whose jaw is tight, eyes dark with irritation.
He steps closer, voice low and sharp. “…The fuck is this?”
He gestures at you, standing there steady on your own two feet, already looking put-together while his cum is still leaking out of you. “You’re not even limping? Not gonna cry and beg me to carry your useless ass out of here like the last pathetic bitch?”
You glance at him through the mirror, one eyebrow raised, a small, amused smirk tugging at your lips.
“Why would I?” you say lightly, voice still a little breathy but perfectly calm. “It was a good fuck, Jungwon. Not life-changing. My legs work just fine.”
You turn to face him fully, adjusting the strap of your dress like you’re getting ready to walk back into the party.
“Besides… you’re the one who said ‘what’s done is done,’ right? So I’m done. Thanks for the dick.” You reach for the door handle.
Jungwon’s hand slams against the door before you can open it, trapping you there. His chest is almost pressed to your back, breath hot against your ear. He looks pissed. Actually pissed.
“You’re really just gonna walk out like that?” His voice is dangerously quiet. “Acting like I didn’t just fuck you stupid and fill you up?”
You tilt your head slightly, still calm, still unfazed. “Yeah. I am.” A soft chuckle leaves you. “What, did I bruise your precious ego because I’m not on the floor crying for you? Poor baby.”
His grip on the door tightens, knuckles white. He hates how much he suddenly wants to bend you over again and fuck you until you can’t walk straight for a week.
He really, really hates it. Your hand gently pushes his arm away from the door.
“Move. I have a party to get back to.” Jungwon doesn’t move right away. His eyes are burning into you, something dark and new flickering behind that usual cold smirk.
For the first time in a long time… Yang Jungwon doesn’t know what the fuck to do with a girl who just walked away from him like he was average. And it’s making him furious. You wink at him one last time as you push the door open, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek, mocking. Had it been anyone else, he’d have pushed them off of himself and wiped his face in disgust, but he didn’t to you, he couldn’t.
tw and tags: boxer!jungwon x fem!reader, smut, no condom, penetration, creampie, squirt, heavy dubcon, no plot just porn, the sex is nasty af, a little of blood (biting lips and fight wounds), allusion to past noncon, insanity from both of them.
word count: 1.7k
note: hi! i haven't written anything in a long time and just wanted to do something short. this is my first (official) enhypen piece, hope someone here likes it. if you know me from my other blog, you just know the sex i write is not the most sane one. again, this is pure fiction! Please be careful about the tags you wish to block.
credits for the divider: @bernardsbendystraws (link)
The sound of his keys being thrown to the table in your kitchen shouldn’t be that hot. The sound of his bag hitting your floor with fury shouldn’t make your panties get wet. Even more, the sound of his heart beating inside his chest so fast shouldn’t make you excited for what was about to come.
Knowing too well how he, his breath, his steps, his things, sounded when he was angry after a loss, shouldn’t turn you on.
One, two, three, four. You counted the steps he took.
Usually, if he walked around the room, he would be searching for condoms. He didn’t walk that much, so you immediately knew, he would be harder that night.
After all, he needed to let everything out to be himself the next day.
‘’I know you’re awake,’’ he said, making you open your eyes to not pretend anymore.
He didn’t try to be gentle.
His face was a mess, even in the darkness of the night, with the little to almost no light that trespassed your curtains, you could see a faint purple color on his cheek, and a bright fresh red on his lip. Both meant he would leave you hurting too.
You didn’t have to ask what he wanted from you.
You ruffled in your sheets.
You moved them so he could accommodate himself between your legs, and rubbing your eyes from the recent nap you had, you simply let him take your pajama shorts off.
It was better when you didn’t interrupt him.
You don’t hate this version of him. You know that, when the morning comes, he’ll be your nice boyfriend again. He’ll make breakfast and won’t talk at all about the night or his fight. He’ll let you clean his wounds, he’ll give you a silent soft kiss after walking you to class, and then he’ll go to the gym to keep training.
He made it hurt those nights, but he never made it hurt in your daily life.
Jungwon is the kind of boyfriend that makes sure you’re always comfortable while having sex. He leaves soft pecks on your cheek while fingering you, and he asks if you’re okay when he puts it in. He’s so tender, sometimes, you’re the one afraid of hurting him.
So, these times, when he doesn’t ask how you feel, and he just takes, you try to understand him.
A whimper came out of your mouth, totally involuntarily, when you felt his spit touching your entrance.
He was over you, between your legs, forcing them open with his own amplitude, staring at your entrance and how his saliva mixed with your wetness.
For these occasions, that little help was more than enough for you. He almost laughed. A smirk appeared on his mouth, and he let a curse out. Were you happy he was a mess? Was he really that pathetic? Why were you always so excited when he arrived from losing a match?
‘’You’re lucky I’m this kind, crazy bitch.’’
Pressing his tip on your wet clit, he exhaled loudly, looking defeated, before moving it down between your lips, smearing his spit along. He didn’t look at your eyes in this mode. He didn’t dare to look at your face. He concentrated on what he wanted from you, and you tried to find what parts of him were wounded so you could make a list of things you might need.
Ointment, bandages, cold pads, maybe you would have to cook him something nice too. Did you have apples left?
You couldn’t continue thinking when he slid in.
The burning made you leave a hurt sound out. You whimpered again, because of the pain, and hissed when he pulled out.
He didn’t ask you anything. He didn’t kiss your lips to ease it up or apologise in your ear before stopping altogether. You could see his mind thinking of something, and you wanted to suggest him, maybe he could give you more of it? As if reading your mind, he spat on his hand, a long line of drool finding his cock, and some of it spilling on your pussy on the way.
Your legs trembled with the sensation, somehow feeling a rush in your entire body. You wanted it so bad, this side of him, that when he wrapped the back of your thighs to oblige it all the way to your breast, you cried.
Not because of the sudden movement, or because of how challenging the position was, but because you knew he wanted you to feel it all.
And, when he wanted that, you would really feel it all.
‘’Fu-fuck,’’ you moaned when he bullied his way inside again.
Immediately after talking, you bit your lips.
He didn’t like it when you talked. Whether it was to complain or praise him, he didn’t care. He needed you to not talk or make him think or look at your face. He needed you to be, if possible, dead silent to only concentrate on his own thoughts.
Of course, that was almost impossible, so he would press a hand on your mouth if you didn’t behave, and in the worst cases, to mute you, he would press your face down.
Whimpers were acceptable. Broken moans, bearable. But words? No, never.
You wanted to apologize but it wasn’t the right answer, you knew it too well. You know him too well. Or so, you wanted to believe.
He pushed your legs further, slamming inside, pushing the air out of your lungs.
It continued hurting, but you couldn’t care less.
The awareness of him being there, the sound of his breathing, his hisses, the groans, you wanted it all.
A wet echo filled the room with the force he used to fuck you and your wet pussy taking him. Your walls moved to accommodate him, to welcome him with much enthusiasm, just like your hands pulling your legs closer to make it more comfortable for him.
He wasn’t wearing a condom, and just the memory of his cum all inside you made you tighten around him.
Inside your mind, you repeated give it to me, please, because your mouth wasn’t allowed to do it. It felt way too good. The first time, it made you deeply uncomfortable to feel it inside. You felt dirty, disgusting, and you couldn’t believe it had happened. Now, you couldn’t find the words to ask for it again.
You could only hope he lost.
‘’Fuck, why can’t I…? Fuck!’’
His torso raised, his hips aligned at a better angle, and he thrusted harder.
Your teeth were sinking on your lower lip, brows furrowing and eyes closing to not show him how much you were enjoying it. Probably, it was useless to even try to hide it.
Your shirt was sticking to your torso because of the sweat. Yours, his. Fuck, you heard him curse. The lower front wet spot, in no way, was from just sweat.
The spasms were arriving. You felt your abdomen get tighter, and you tried to calculate how much time had passed. It hasn’t been long enough, you concluded. You couldn’t cum, you had to hold it in, for him, because it couldn’t end so fast. For him, that short time was not enough. It couldn’t be enough.
He needed you to hold it. He needed it. He.
You cried. This time, a few tears escaped. You turned your face to the side, and a salty flavor on your tongue distracted you.
You only noticed you bit yourself so hard your lips were bleeding when you felt more of the metallic taste invading you.
Out of the ordinary, he leaned to inspect your face. His hand tactlessly gripped your chin and forced you to face him, and when he saw the drops of blood flooding your delicate lip, under your teeth, he gulped.
‘’You’re such a mess too.’’
His mouth found yours in a second, obliging you to leave your poor lip free. He, first, just grazed them, doubting to do such a soft act with you, before crashing your wound with his.
The kiss, just like the sex, was not delicate at all.
The sting in your lips was not a sensation you were familiar with. His lips were always soft with you, at least until that moment. At much, they would be lustful, making out with you for long periods of time, but never brute.
His fingers stabbed your jaw, and his tongue prodded out.
You couldn’t breathe properly, overwhelmed with his strength, so you opened your lips to inhale some air, an act he took advantage of by barging his tongue into your mouth.
You had no way of using your brain at that moment. His tongue inside your mouth stealing your little air, his entire weight sinking you to the bed, his shoulders maintaining your legs up and against your chest, his cock balls deep inside you. It was all too much. Your head was too dizzy to remember exactly at what point you had your orgasm.
You remember your legs shaking, and an embarrassing loud cry muffled with his mouth against yours.
Also, you remember the broken moan he left out, and his hips reassuming a brutal pace that makes you roll your eyes with the mere memory. His long cock had hit a spot that made you lose yourself, and your pussy, so sensitive with how he had continued using you, had the most intense orgasm you ever had.
The clean gush finished wetting the front of your shirt, splashing his abdomen and making a pod slide down onto the bedsheets. Sadly, he didn’t care that you were trembling and bawling because of it. He plunged back inside, biting your cries and mixing both bloods while trying to find his own orgasm.
He left it out all inside you.
When you felt his warm cum invading you, you passed out.
After that, all is black. You try to move your body, finding it uncomfortable and painful. Still, you turn your head, finding your boyfriend’s naked back beside you. From the way his breath is calm now that he’s sleeping, you deduce he’s back to normal after finding his release.
Your shirt is different, clean, and the bed sheets are blue instead of white, so you know it’s not the same set from the night before.
At the sensation of his cum leaking out of you, you wonder if changing your clothes and sheets was the only thing he did to you while you were unconscious.
what are your thoughts on jungwon begging for just the tip, promising no funny business with his deceivingly sincere and fervent face, he just needs to "feel his baby" and you can't bring yourself to deny him the small relief, but before you're even fully cognizant of what's happening, he's sunk into the hilt coaxing and sweet talking you into letting him spill inside 🤕
content warnings dubious consent, noncon elements, just the tip, no vaginal prep, jungwon is a bit evil and manipulative
don’t like it? don’t read it!
Jungwon loves how naive you are. How trusting. How that, with a little pushing, you bend to his will and give him everything he wants. Each and every time.
“Please, baby,” he breathes in your ear, grinding his hips against your ass. “I need to feel you.”
You stiffen your body and close your eyes. “Won…I really need to sleep. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
He presses his palm to your lower stomach, pulling you back against his hard and aching cock. “I’m so hard. Just the tip? I promise.”
Shaking your head, you try to pull away from him, but he holds you in place, still rocking his hips against yours.
“I promise it’ll be just the tip. I just want to feel you. It’s so hard it hurts. I’ll feel so much better if I can just put the tip in. I’ll let you go to sleep. Please.”
He begs and pleads and coaxes until you finally agree, albeit begrudgingly. It was late enough in the night and you should’ve been asleep over an hour ago. Not listening to your boyfriend bed to stick his dick in you. But he always has a way of getting you to agree. To cater to him and his needs, even when ignoring your own.
Soon, the two of you are naked from the waist down. You’ve got your leg lifted up to give him access to your hole, and he’s rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds, attempting to slicken the skin. He adjusts the angle of his hips and begins to press into your tight cunt. It’s hard with the lack of sufficient prep beforehand, so it stings when he begins to breach the entrance, but you grit your teeth and bear it. The sooner his tip is nestled inside you, the sooner you can go to sleep—he promised.
Except he doesn’t stop. When your hole finally loosens enough for the thick head of his cock to slip inside, you expect him to stop and get comfortable enough to go to sleep. But he doesn’t.
You feel the familiar drag against your walls as he sheathes himself deeper inside you. Reaching back with one hand, you grasp at his hip in an effort to stop him. He grabs your wrist and pulls it up to his mouth, nipping with his teeth and pressing what were supposed to be apologetic kisses to the skin.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I know I said it would be just the tip. I’m so bad.”
It makes you whine when he’s fully inside you. Jungwon isn’t small, and taking him without preparation isn’t something you normally do, so it’s rather uncomfortable at the moment, but the contented sigh he lets out as your tight, warm hole wraps around his bare length tells you that you wouldn’t dare make him stop. Especially not when you turn your head and see his catlike eyes looking at you with such intensity. A look that you never even thought of defying.
“I’m so bad. I’m so mean.” He starts again, now gently rocking his hips. “I can’t help it. You feel so good. Squeeze me so tight. You’re even tighter than usual. Fuck. Makes me want to cum inside you. You going to let me do that?”
You try shaking your head, but he drops your wrist and grips your jaw with that same hand. With the control he has over your head, he makes you nod. He presses his thumb and forefinger into your cheeks so hard that it forces your mouth open. He uses this leverage to treat you like a puppet, moving your mouth and talking for you. “Say yes Jungwon, your cock feels so good. I want you to cum deep inside my pussy and fuck me all night. I want your whole cock.”
Tears brim your eyes, but you nod anyway. You always end up giving in to him. It’s what makes your relationship work—it’s simple.
You dreaded going to the mechanic shop after messing up your car. Until you meet the extremely hot worker there, who does a whole lot more than just fix it for you.
yang jungwon x fem!reader
content warnings: smut, teasing, degrading, slut shaming, dirty talk, oral (m), unprotected sex, pussy eating, spanking, panty sniffing, car sex? (on the car..), mentions of alcohol, reader's a spoiled brat who needs to be put in her place, and Jungwons willing to, porn with a plot..let me know if I missed anything!
word count: 6k
bonus here!
As soon as he saw the Aston Martin DB9 Voltane, silver exterior, pink interior, with heavy damage in the front from most likely a rear end collision pull up, he knew exactly what kind of customer he was dealing with.
Wiping his hands on his jeans, the ones he has several pairs of, so he doesnt care if they get messy or not, he watches as you step out of the car.
Predictable. Denim mini skirt, light pink baby doll top, hair freshly blown out, full face of makeup, and to top it off, playboy bunny heels.
He looks across the mechanic garage at Jay, who's already looking at him with a knowing eyebrow raised.
You grab your designer purse, looking around the garage, the smell of oil, and metal lingering in the air. You curse your father for making you do this by yourself.
Watching as none of the workers here make any move to come forward and help you, you scoff. Typical of these low lifes.
“Does anyone actually work here?” You say, attitude leaking from your voice
He shakes his head stifling a laugh before making his way to you from across the garage.
You watch as a man, probably around your age approaches you, immediately noting how handsome he is, dark hair, defined features, cat like eyes that draw you in.
“How can we help you today?” He asks, tone calm, collected.
“Well clearly the bumper’s fucked up.” You say, hand signaling to the front of your car
His eyebrows raise slightly at your straight foward attitude.
“Yeah, I can see that.” His eyes drop to your tits for a split second, how could he not when they're practically spilling out of your little top
“So I need you to like, fix it” You say like its the most obvious thing, which it clearly is.
He walks around to the front, crouching to look closer at the damage, you watch his face
“yikes..” He says through his teeth, making a slight panic bubble in your chest
“What?” You ask, urgently needing an answer
“This baby’s gonna need some work that's for sure.” He stands up, walking around the car to check for any more damage
“Sensors are definitely damaged, we’re gonna have to order a new bumper, for this specific car it could be hard to find one. You might need a new engine too.” He looks at you, reaching into the front seat, finger hovering over the hood button “May I?” you nod
He pops the hood before going back around to look at the engine, you watch as another man comes to look at it, he must also work here. “Shit– V12 too, that's gonna cost a fortune to fix” The third party adds.
“Since it uses aluminum body panels, it's going to be harder to fix than steel.” The first one says, hand rubbing his jaw in thought, you look at them confused as ever because you don't know what the hell they are saying.
“I don't even know what that means. Can you fix it or not?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, completely oblivious to the way you're pushing your tits up more, and to the way both of their gazes drop to look at them.
“Yeah, I can fix it. But it's not gonna be cheap.” He says
“How much?” You ask, tone uncaring, this is just information your father needs to know anyway.
“It's not definitely not minor damage, parts are probably gonna have to be shipped from out of state, so maybe around 20-25 grand?” He estimates in his head
You don't bat an eye, “How long will it take then?” You ask impatiently
“Well it sure as hell isn't going to be ready tomorrow, I'm thinking 3-5 weeks.” He says calmly
“That's like almost a month!” practically shouting at him
“Like I said, parts from out of state.” He adds, watching the way you pull out your phone, swiping frantically on it, you don't excuse yourself before walking a good 5 feet away to call your father.
He picks up on the 4th ring
“Yes Y/n?” he says, bothered
“Dad, they said it's going to take almost a month to fix it!” You say in your phone, completely unaware of how Jungwon and Jay can hear your conversation perfectly clear.
Typical, you have no sense of space either.
“Well that's what happens when you get your car wrecked.” he says
“But I can't survive a whole month-”
“Well you're going to have to, maybe if you weren't so careless with your speeding, and texting while driving, you wouldn't be in this situation at all.” You quiet down as he continues
“Ill have the driver pick you up, sign whatever papers they give you. You have my card right?”
‘Yes.” You reply clipped, anger seeping in your tone
“Use it. I don't care for the cost” He adds, you hear the sound of papers shuffling in the back, knowing that the reason for his straight forward attitude is because he's at his office.
“Fine.”
“And y/n?”, "Don't be rude.” He adds before hanging up the phone, you bring it down to look at the screen, scoffing before shoving it in your bag and walking back towards the annoyingly hot workers.
They are both looking at your engine when you walk back towards them, you watch the first one look up, before he tells the other one to grab the papers.
He comes back with a clip board and hands it to you with a pen, you scan it, looking at the first box, ‘Mechanic Name’, you look up at him
"What's your name?” tone bored
“Jungwon.” He says, you repeat the name in your head. Leaning against the side of your car to fill out the rest of the form, rolling your eyes as you check off the boxes for the reasoning of your visit. The other worker is already back working on one of the other cars.
You hand him the clipboard without a word, watching his eyes skim over it before he lets a smirk show, what the fuck is he smirking at.
“What?” You ask rudely, making him stifle a laugh.
“Nothin’ I just knew it’d be a rear end.” He says, pulling out a business card from his pocket
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Your nostrils flaring at the way he’s speaking to you.
“Just means girls like you are predictable.” He watches your face, ignoring the glare you’re giving him before continuing “Let me guess, you were on your phone”
You open your mouth to speak, to defend yourself but close it, because that's the exact reason why. He grins at that, knowing he’s right.
“Right. I'm gonna see exactly what she’s gonna need, and I'll message you the exact cost so you can come back and pay.” He says, handing you his business card
You take it reluctantly, hating the fact that you actually have to come back here again. You look down at the way his hand is still held out, looking down at the oil stained flesh in disgust before glancing up at his ridiculously perfect face
“What? Do you want me to hold your hand or something?”
He chuckles lightly, “I need the car keys, princess.” You hide your embarrassment, obviously he needs the keys. You lean into your car, bending enough that your mini skirt rises slightly higher than necessary, revealing the pink lace panties from Victoria's Secret's spring collection, he ignores the way his cock jumps at the sight.
You hand him the keys, he looks down at them, resisting the urge to laugh at your key chains, the mini chanel heel, to the pink fluffy pom pom ball, before bring them down, finger hooking around the key ring
“kay’ so is that all?” You ask impatiently, kitten heel tapping on the ground lightly, “For now.” He says, shamelessly dropping his eyes to your glossy lips before turning around and walking back to his tool table.
You roll your eyes, making sure you grabbed everything out of your car before walking out of the garage, the faint smell of oil sticking to you. Yeah you're taking a long shower when you get home.
“Y’know, you could've just got her card on file” Jay mutters, walking over to him
“Whats the fun in that?” Jungwon says, looking at the papers you signed, y/n. Pretty name.
-
People often referred to you as the ‘spoiled daddy’s girl’ type, to be fair you didn't deny it. Your father did spoil you rotten, after all he was one of the wealthiest men in the country. Obviously you took advantage of it, from the designer clothes, and bags, your whole closet screamed it. Your friends were rich too, naturally. You didn't want to surround yourself with people who leech off your money.
It had been three days since you saw your car, three days since you saw that sexy ass mechanic.
So what if you wore this outfit just for this specific occasion, you weren't completely clueless. You could tell when a man knew how to fuck, simply by his attitude, and Jungwon was screaming big dick energy.
You reapply your shiny lipgloss on your lips, as your driver pulls up to the shop. Looking down at your outfit, from the tight denim shorts to the white baby tee, you purposely didn't put a bra on with.
You smile sweetly at your driver before stepping out, your dior bag in one hand, and strawberry beverage in the other before walking in the shop.
You look around the shop trying to spot Jungwon, he had messaged you that he was able to find all the parts, and needed to double check with you to confirm the payment.
You don't like when people make you wait either.
“God, this place is fucking slow.” You say before walking to your car, you pause when you him stand up from working on the engine of your car
“Sorry to keep you waiting princess” He says, putting the wrench in his hand down, dusting his hands off and standing up, he’s wearing a white tank top. Biceps, those biceps are all you can think about right now.
He runs his hand through his hair, pushing the messy strands back before walking past you. You try not to act shocked when he doesn’t even glance at your outfit– guy’s would fucking kill to see you in this.
You hesitate a beat before following him to what you're guessing is some kind of break room..looking around from the desk, to the couch, to the ash tray sitting on the table in the center.
“Is this like a man cave or something?” You ask, stepping in the room like the floor would burn you, he lets out a low chuckle before sitting down at his desk, and pulling up the website for you to pay.
You look down at his concentrated face before leaning over his shoulder to get a better look at it, slightly brushing your tits on the side of his face. He freezes for a split second before speaking without looking at you. “I need your card.”
Standing up straight you reach in your purse pulling out your fathers black card and handing it to him. He scoffs, typing the numbers in “Daddy’s money huh?” He says, voice low before handing it back to you.
You roll your eyes, but you don't deny it either.
“Alright that's all I need from you.” He says, standing up and going back out to the main garage, passing Jay as he works on the engine for another customer.
You watch him walk away, tossing your finished beverage in his office trashcan "That's all?” You say approaching him again.
“What do you mean ‘thats all’?” He turns to look at you
“You came here for somethin’ else princess?” Using that nickname again.
He lets his eyes fall to your body, he knew you weren't wearing a bra the second he saw you. Not to mention those tiny shorts that don't leave shit to the imagination.
You must be fucking desperate to shown up looking like that here.
“No–I just thought” You huff out a frustrated breath, before pulling out your phone to text your driver to come back.
He looks over your shoulder, no sign of Jay. He probably went to the office to smoke anyway.
“Thought what?” He watches the way you shove your phone in your bag, irritation on your features, even though he knows exactly what you thought. Plenty of girls think the same thing.
When you cross your arms over your chest like a spoiled brat he chuckles. “Thought I’d want you just cause’ you show up looking like a slut?”
Your face switches from irritation to straight up anger “Fuck you-”
“Yeah I'm sure you’d want that huh?” He smirks, not missing the way your nipples harden under his stare
You look past his shoulder to see the familiar black SUV pull up before looking back at him in his stupid tank top that shows off his stupidly big biceps.
You know what, fine. You're not wasting any more time on this asshole.
“Dont scratch my car.” You say before walking out, he watches the way your hips sway, your ass begging to be let out of those tight shorts, pushing his tongue against his cheek before getting back to work on your car.
-
“You have got to be kidding me.” It had been a week since you last saw him. Yet here he is, at your favorite club..dancing.
You look at the girl he’s dancing with, the way she slides her hand under his shirt–of course he has fucking abs.
You're pulled from your thoughts when your friend taps your shoulder “Girl, what's going on?”
“What? Nothing, I just need a drink. Bad.” You walk to the bar, flashing a smile that has the bartender immediately catering to you.
You can't help but let your eyes stray back to the dance floor, to see Jungwon's hands on that bitches waist, smiling against her ear. You try to ignore the ting of jealousy you feel, what does she have that you don't?
After downing whatever your friend ordered for the both of you, and something more, you turn to face her “I wanna dance” you say, dragging her on the dance floor with you
You don't miss the look of recognition that passes along his face when he sees you walking towards the dance floor, the surprise making you grin.
Took less then 3 minutes to feel a pair of strong hands on your waist, you recognize the rough look of them immediately.
“Got bored of that little whore?” You say, purposely grinding your ass back against him
He chuckles against your ear, “Jealous?”
You scoff at that, which makes him tighten his hands on your waist, for a mechanic he sure can move his hips, hitting every beat with each roll against your body
“You wanted it to be you huh?” he whispers, voice low
“Why would I voluntarily want to grind against your small dick?” you snap, earning a low chuckle from him
“Small?” He says turning you around to face him “Princess, I promise you nothing about my dick is small.”
“Yeah?” You say, brow raised, looking up and down his form like he was your next Chanel purchase, “Prove it.”
He smirks looking down then looking back up at your face, “You asked for it.” He rests his hand on your lower back before leading you two out of the club, you look at him curiously before he drags you into an empty alley, you can still hear the music from out here.
“What? Are you gonna fuck me here?” Your face shows irritation. Even though your heart is nearly beating out of your chest.
“No.” He watches your face, stepping closer till your faces are less than an inch apart, the rough brick of the club building digging into your head.
He trails his lips along your neck, breathing your scent in. You can't help the shivers that go down your spine, and straight to your core at the attention
He presses his hardening cock against your thigh, your breath slightly hitches at the contact
“You feel that?” He whispers against your neck
“What’s that, like 2 inches?” still not letting go of your bitchy attitude.
He chuckles low, but it's not jokingly, it's dangerous, knowing.
“Get on your knees, brat.” you hesitate a second before lowering yourself on the hard concrete. He almost could laugh at how quickly you listen
“Look at you, spoiled rich girl on her knees.” He looks down at you, the way your face is asking for specific instructions
“Go on.”
You hate that your hands are shaking when you lift them to unbuckle his belt, your tongue darting out to lick your lips before you look up at him, he nods, watching as you pull down his jeans and boxers in one go.
You nearly gasp at the way his thick, flushed cock springs out, slapping his abdomen with how long it is. Definitely not 2 inches.
“You really are a slut huh? On the ground in the middle of some alley, just to suck dick.” He caresses the side of your face, in such a gentle way you would think he’s comforting you, his thumb swipes over your bottom lip urging you to open your mouth
You stick out your tongue for him, letting him stick his thumb down your throat, closing your lips around it, he pushes it in farther earning a small gag from you
“Oh sweetheart, if you can't handle this, how will you take my cock?” He says condensendly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and wiping it on the side of your face.
His eyebrows raise slightly when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and bring him closer to your mouth before wrapping your lips around the tip, the taste of his pre cum coating your tongue. He lets out a groan at how warm your mouth is, his hand coming down to grip your hair in his hand.
“Suck it like the slut you are.” His mouth hangs open slightly as he looks down at you
You mumble around his dick before taking more of him in your mouth, curling your toes in your heels to not gag, because then you would be proving his exact point.
Closing your eyes to concentrate, you take him slightly deeper, you whine when you see he’s not even fully in your mouth, making him chuckle at your desperate state.
“Let me help you out, yeah?” he says before gripping the back of your head harder and thrusting his cock into your mouth further, till your nose kisses his pelvis, he lets the most guttural groan at the way your throat convulses around his length, his other hand coming up to steady himself on the brick wall behind you.
You brace your hands on his thighs, gagging around his cock, before he pulls it out of your mouth, looking down at the way your saliva coats it, “Who’s small now huh?” He doesn't give you time to reply before shoving himself back in your mouth, biting his lip at the way you attempt to adjust to the length.
You look up at him, the way his head is thrown back, the slight shine of his sweat coating his neck, before moving your hand down to cup his balls in your hand, the sound he lets out is fucking insane.
“F-fuck–yeah just like that” He breathes out, watching the way you sloppily take him in your mouth, You swirl your tongue around the base, before sucking on the head of his cock sharply, massaging his heavy balls in your hand, when his grip on your hair loosens slightly, you know hes about to come.
“Can you s..swallow like a good girl for me?” He says through a moan, the vibration that comes from your mouth is your answer, he brings his hand down from the wall, gripping the back of your head with both his hands, before pushing himself deep in your throat, making you gag as he spills his warm load into you. He tries to stifle how loud he is, but fails miserably, he looks down at you, pulling his cock out of your mouth slowly, watching the way you swallow his come.
“Fuck that was hot.” He lets go of your hair, admiring the fucked out look on your face
“Should’ve came on your face though.” He says, stepping back, tucking himself in his pants and fixing his belt.
You stand up wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, fixing the way your mini dress slid up your thighs
“That's all?” you ask, watching him finish buckling his belt before looking at you
He steps closer until your back hits the wall, lips ghosting over yours, you close your eyes slightly, waiting for the kiss, he smirks at that.
“I still have a car to work on sweetheart.” He says slyly, pulling back, not sparing you a glance before he walks out of the alley way. Leaving you, confused, and absolutely soaked. And that just won't do.
-
You've been told countless times before that you have no shame, but you say it's just because you're bold. You know what you want, and you'll get it no matter what.
Which is exactly why you went back to the mechanic shop, claiming you left something in your car and needed it urgently. When you really just wanted to slip a little something into the center console, and you did just that.
“Jungwon” You watch as he works on your car's engine, sleeves rolled up, hair slick with sweat due to the spike in temperature today.
“Princess.” He replies back, casually. Like this is normal
“I think there's something wrong inside the car, can you look at it?” You ask sweetly, feigning innocence as he looks into the car, eyebrow raised
The vibration of your phone takes your attention, your drivers here. “You’ll know when you find it” You offer that smile that makes men go weak in their knees before walking out of the garage.
He watches you walk away, confusion etched on his face before looking in the cup holder, the second he opens the center console he feels the heat rush to his dick. His fingers wrap around the delicate lace.
He couldn't help but bring them to his nose throughout the day, just to inhale your scent, he swears he could get high off it.
Fine then. If you want to offer yourself on a golden platter to him, then he’s going to take it.
-
9:34
Jungwon: Your cars ready
You: Okay?
He chuckles down at his phone, already sensing your attitude through the damn screen
Jungwon: So, you can pick it up
You: Isn’t it a little late for me to come
Jungwon: Come get your car y/n.
You cant help the small laugh the slips past your lips at the message
You: Fine.
Yes, you purposely aren't wearing panties under your mini skirt, because if you're right, then you're not going to need them.
The main garage doors of the shop are closed, so you opt for the regular one, the lights are slightly dimmer then usual, but you also haven't been here at night before. You pass by the other cars in the garage, the silence being odd for a place like this, except for the sound of your heels clicking on the ground with every step you take to your car.
Its completely fixed. The bumper is brand new, it honestly looks how it did when your father first bought you it.
You walk around the front of the car to take a closer look, when something solid, No. Someone solid presses against you, a gasp slips past your lips at the contact
“Can’t believe you actually came princess” He says, smiling against the back of your ear, his breath on your skin making you shiver
“You said the car was ready, so obviously I did.” You roll your eyes, even though he cant see it. But he senses it.
His hand trails down your body, resting on your lower stomach “Is that why you're not wearing any panties?” He asks, voice low, a rasp in it you recognize from the alley
“Coming in here with your pussy out. Like a slut. You're lucky it's only me here tonight." He brings his hands back up, cupping your tits in his hand
The filthy words he’s saying only making you all the more wet. You can feel the slick dripping on your inner thigh
A breathy sound slips past your slips as he kneads the flesh in his hands over your tank top “I knew they’d feel like this too” He pulls your tank top neckline down so he can really feel you, the way it slightly pushes your tits up more makes his dick harden in his jeans. “So fuckin’ soft” He knips at your ear before pinching your nipples with his fingers, you whimper at the touch
“Aw, so sensitive already?” He smirks, rutting his hips against your ass, making you have to brace one of your hands on the hood of your car
“Just..F-fuck me already” You say through a breathy moan as he bounces your tits in his hands
He laughs at that, actually fucking laughs. Nothing is funny when you’re in this state of desperation, in need of being filled so badly.
“God, you're actually so desperate it's embarrassing” He says, before pushing you down against the hood of your car, earning a gasp that sounded a whole lot like a moan from you.
He just looks down at you for a second, spoiled rich girl bent over your own fucking car, at his mercy. “Are you just gonna stand there-” You don't even get to finish your sentence when he yanks your skirt down your legs, the air hitting your pussy immediately
You spread your legs the best you can, just to show off for him. “Holy shit, it looks like you fucking pissed yourself” He drags a finger through your folds, collected the slick on his fingers, making you moan into the cold steel of your car
“I knew you’d be this wet, could smell it the second you walked in.” he says, plaming your ass in his hand, making your body jolt when you feel a sharp slap “The fuck-” You start but immeditly shut up when he pinches your clit inbetween his fingers
“Got even more wet from that huh? You like this shit.” He chuckles low before landing another sharp slap to your ass, the sound echoing in the garage
He soothes the burn with his hand, you look behind you, straining your neck when you see him get on his knees behind you, he’s not even looking at your face, his gaze is right on the way your hole clenches around nothing
He spreads your ass just to get a better look, you push yourself back against his face slightly “Stop being greedy.” He says, the tone in his voice asserting his authority, how much power he has in this right now.
You dont have time to come up with a bratty reply when he licks a strip up your pussy, collecting your juices on his tounge “knew you’d taste this fucking good too” He mutters into your pussy before burying his nose in your folds, absolutely inhaling your scent, his dick throbbing in his pants. “Oh my–fuck..” You breathe the words out at the feeling of his nose aligning perfectly.
He smiles against your pussy before plunging his tongue in your hole making your hands attempt to claw at the hard surface beneath you, “Jungwon-!” You yell out, when his thumb comes up to rub small circles on your clit
He flicks his tongue against you, enjoying the way you squirm
“Want you to come like this” He mumbles into your cunt, fucking his tounge in and out of you at a criminally fast speed
You’re a moaning mess against the car, his name on your lips everytime you’re able to speak.
“m’ gonna come–” You breathe out as his finger speeds up its teasing on your sensitive bud, your juices are dripping on his chin, he sucks whatever you give him, the tight pressure making your legs tremble
If you weren’t bent over this car right now you’d definitely collapse.
You cry out when his tongue hits deep inside you, flicking in your pussy as you come on his face, he presses his thumb against your clit as he licks everything, taking his mouth off your cunt with a pop.
You’re slouched against the car, knees weak trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened.
He stands up, licking his lips, not giving you any time to react before he flips you onto your back, “No thank you?” He tilts his head to the side slightly, studying your face
You look at him like he has two heads, even when you’re spread infront of him like his next meal, you still have a fucking attitude.
“Oh, but you want me to fuck you right?” He scoffs, before stepping closer to you, fitting right between your legs.
If he just presses against you more, you'll feel the hard bulge in his pants that you can see so clearly right now.
You nod at his question
“You’re so fucking spoiled.” He says before leaning down against you, rocking his hips into you, letting his clothed dick grind on your pussy
You whine at the feeling. He presses small kisses to your neck, trailing up your jaw, he watches your face, the way your eyebrows furrow, like it’s killing you that he’s not inside you right now.
He doesnt think before pressing his lips to yours, Its not sweet, or loving, its fucking unhinged.
You immediately let him in, arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer, his chest brushing against your hardened nipples, when his hand comes up to twist them in his fingers you moan into his mouth. “Fuck me Jungwon- please” you cry out desperately making him smile
“Yeah? Spoiled brat wants to be fucked on her fancy car?” He looks down at you as you nod frantically
“Words or else you're not getting shit.” He stands up straight, sliding off his shirt with practiced ease before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, along with his boxers.
You watch as his cock hits his abdomen, the tip flushed red, you practically drool at the sight of it, at the familiar memory of sucking him off , a memory that has replayed every night since.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me, right here—please” Your face mimicks a pout that has him bringing his hand down to stroke himself in his hand
“Like the slut you are?” He presses, wanting to hear you say more
“Only for you” You say, biting your lip at the way he squeezes his length in his hand
You watch him line the head of his cock with your hole,coating his dick in your arousal from earlier, and the new wetness thats fomed since, you’re so fucking easy to get wet its insane.
He brings his hand to hold down your hips, to anchor himself before he slides into your pussy, he watches as you squirm, trying to adjust to his cock, his mouth hangs open as he bottoms out,
“You’re so tight holy shit-” He breathes out, doing small movements with his hips to get you to adjust better
You can't even think right now with the way he’s stuffing you so full. He pulls out slowly before stamming back into you, watching the way your tits bounce at the movement.
“mmm..faster “ You say through a moan, he thrusts into you slow, teasing, even if it is taking everything in him to not absolutely drill into your tight cunt.
You let out a frustrated sound, that has his eyes leaving where you two connect, and up to your face, He thrusts into you harder, just see your tits bounce, before he brings his hand up from your hip to squeeze one in his hand. “You want me to go faster?” He asks, voice rough, strained.
“Yes–fuck-” You nearly scream when he delivers a harsh slap to your tit, the sting making you arch your back off the car, He smirks down at you, as the flesh turns a light shade of pink
“Use your manners.” He smooths over the flesh with his hand, fingers grazing lightly over your nipple
“Please..faster Jungwon–please.” You whine out, thats all it takes before hes lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder and ruthlessly pounding into you.
You cant even keep your eyes open as he fucks into you, the only sound being the ones coming from both of your mouths, and your wet pussy squelching around his cock as his balls slap your ass over and over again.
He watches the tears that swell in your eyes “Are you fucking crying?” He teases, thumb coming up to swipe the tear threatening to fall.
He feels the way your hole flutters around his cock, “S-shit princess” He groans out, leaning down to take you in his mouth, you immediately kiss him back
he swallows the moans you let out, letting you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him imposisbly closer
“I-im gonna come–fuck-” You manage to say, moaning into his mouth like a damn pornstar.
“Fuck yeah, come on my cock princess” He says through desperate pants of his own, when he feels you clench down even harder he thrusts into you deeper, letting your pussy suck in his cock as you reach your high, the feeling making him shoot his warm load inside of you, the sounds that leave both your mouths completing it.
His head is buried in the crook of your neck, you feel him start to soften inside you, a major part of you proud of yourself for making him come.
“That was–fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispers, pulling out slowly, the sensitivetly making you wince slightly, using his hands to help him get up, he looks down at you, the fucked out expression on your face before grabbing his jeans and putting them on, you watch him, before moving to get up but he stops you “What are you doing?” he looks at you like you're crazy “I- I was going to leave..” You say sitting up
“No you’re not.” Is all he says before picking up his shirt and using it to clean you “What-”
“Im not a complete asshole princess.” He mutters, fixing your tank top and grabbing your skirt from the ground
“Plus, I want you to come back.” he adds, watching you put your skirt on
“To fuck?” You ask, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears
He can't help the small smile that paints his lips, watching you act like this, so clueless.
“And incase you rear end someone else.” he shrugs, watching the way your face instantly changes to irritation
“You fucking-” he pulls you to him, shutting you up with a hard kiss against your lips before pulling back
“Dont finish that sentence, because im perfectly fine with fucking you dumb again.” He warns, tone serious
That familiar playful look on your face tells him everything he needs to know, as you finish what you were saying.
in which jungwon helps you ride him as you struggle to take his thick cock, wiping away your tears while he fucks you stupid ♡ warnings ;; riding , size difference , dacryphilia , 'daddy' , soft dom!won , squirting , overstimulation ❀ — nsfw !!
“you can do it, baby,” jungwon purred in your ear, strong hands guiding your hips as you struggled to ride him.
your thighs were already sore and aching—even with his gentle help, you could barely manage to lift your hips up off of his lap, even after he had showered you in praises for simply sinking all the way down on his cock.
your chest heaved as you tried to slow your breathing, palms planted on his muscular chest to ground yourself. “j-jungwon, i can’t…”
his brow furrowed as he fought to tamp down his aching desire; he needed to help his sweet girl. “baby, relax your body for me.” his hand traveled up the small of your back, running a warm, delicate touch up and down your spine to soothe you.
in an instant, your body melted into his touch as your pussy began to slowly adjust around his cock.
“g-good girl, shit…” he groaned as his eyes remained fixed on where the lips of your cunt wrapped gorgeously around his cock as you slowly lifted your hips. “you did it, baby.” he pulled your body closer to his to give you a sloppy kiss as a reward, slipping his tongue lewdly in between your lips.
you whimpered as you felt his pearly tip pop out from your hole, leaving you with an aching emptiness.
“fuck baby, get it back inside…” jungwon growled, lust briefly clouding his judgment before he suddenly pulled back to look you in the eyes, searching your face with concern. “are you okay? do you think you can take it again?”
your mind reeled back to moments ago, when you tried lowering yourself onto him for the first time and the seemingly neverending stretch that ensued. anxiety began to flutter in your tummy as you avoided his gaze, not wanting to disappoint him.
but he immediately caught on, the perceptive, doting boyfriend that he was, moving to center himself in your view as his brows knit together with worry. “baby, look at me,” he urged, voice low and sweet and trusting. “does it hurt?”
you bit your lip, feeling a strange wave of shame begin to bubble up in your chest. “n-no…” you shook your head, trying to relax your body in preparation to take him.
“then what?” he pouted, looking up at you with round eyes as his thumb stroked soothing circles on your waist. “do you want to stop?”
you shook your head, more defiantly this time. “no, wanna keep going…”
“keep going? yeah?” his hands began to run up your body, landing just underneath your breasts, ensuring you were securely in his hold. “lift your hips, baby.”
you did as he said, pink lips quivering with anticipation as he helped line up his weeping tip with your folds. he was so unbelievably hard from restraining himself from absolutely wrecking you, to the point where it was almost painful.
jungwon observed the way your thighs trembled as you hovered over him. “let me take control, yeah?” he cooed, caressing your body with his warm touch in an effort to soothe you. “take a deep breath and keep your eyes on me, okay?”
you nodded, eyes round and trusting as you allowed him to slowly lower your body onto his thick member. as soon as his tip slipped past your entrance, your lips immediately parted with the overwhelming sensation; and as he continued to push further, you felt hot tears begin to sting at your eyes.
“jungwon,” you whimpered softly, breaths quickening as you struggled to take him. you leaned into his chest, never betraying his eye contact as he continued to guide your body lower and lower.
and neither did he, matching your panicked gaze with a steadfast one as he bit his lip at the feeling of your tight walls finally squeezing around his cock so deliciously. his eyes threatened to roll back from the dizzying pleasure, but he couldn't look away—he needed to be your anchor.
also, if he caught even a single glance of the lewd scene in between your legs, he was almost certain to cum immediately.
“d-don’t cry, baby, shit—” he grunted as you finally reached the base of his cock, causing you to yelp as a stream of crystalline tears spilled from your eyes. he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, as he felt your tight pussy struggle to adjust to the sheer girth of his cock, gummy walls pulsing and squeezing the life out of him. “ahhh, fuck…”
you sniffled, gripping his chest in an attempt to stabilize yourself as you tried to loosen up. your entire body was shaking from the overstimulation. “oh my god… too much, ‘won!” you sobbed.
jungwon was panting heavily now, his quickly thinning restraint on the verge of snapping at the way you peered at him with such an innocent, pure gaze. something possessive brewed inside of him at the way you braced yourself against him so clumsily, sweet tears streaming down your poor cheeks as you cried and cried from simply sitting on his cock.
“i know, i know... it’ll feel better if i move, ‘kay?” his voice trembled as he focused on trying not to instantly spill inside of you. he pulled you in close, kissing up your neck, your jaw, and finally using his tongue to lap up the salty tears from your cheeks. “don’t cry, sweetheart. you’re doing so good for me.”
as he pouted up at you, a tinge of guilt struck his heart as his desires betrayed his words. seeing you cry so sweetly awakened a feeling inside of him that he had never explored before, a twisted sense of pride in seeing his cock destroy his pretty angel like this.
you used your fists to clumsily swipe away another stream of tears. “i’m sorry…” you whimpered, sniffling as you felt your body finally relax around his length. “y-you can fuck me now, jungwon.”
he hissed lowly at your filthy request and how it contradicted with your fragile emotions. “yeah?” he panted, grip tightening on your waist as he immediately straightened upright. “you sure? i don’t think i can hold back, ‘m so fucking hard right now…can you take it, baby?”
biting your lip and pawing at his chest, you nodded at him with watery eyes.
and that was all he needed.
jungwon let out a pained groan and began to buck his hips up into yours, rippling abs flexing with every intentional thrust. he easily lifted your soft body up and down his cock to match his rapidly quickening pace, marveling at the way your lips greedily sucked him in as he stretched you out further and further.
“ngh, j-jungwon—!” you sobbed, facing whiplash from the feverish pace he was fucking into you with. as the tip of his leaking cock kissed your cervix, you found your jaw growing slack as fresh tears spilled from your waterline.
he pistoned his hips upwards into you, wiping your wet cheeks as his primal instincts took over. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, ah…” he whimpered pathetically as he fucked you senseless. “tight fucking pussy’s all mine, barely can fit this thick cock inside, fuckkkk…”
this continued on and on, with jungwon growling filthy praises in your ears as he dragged you along for the ride, bouncing you up and down on his dick as your tits jiggled mesmerizingly in front of his face. wet squelches and slaps sounded around the room as you began to leak all around his cock.
“so messy, baby.” he smirked, clearly pleased with the way you were literally melting in a puddle for him. “look at you, taking my dick so well. daddy loosened you up real good, yeah?”
“y-yes, daddy!” you cried, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay as your hips began to take control of your body, rolling at a frantic pace in order to chase the aching feeling building in between your legs.
his lips parted in awe at how desperate and fucked out you were already. “hah, my god… just fucking yourself stupid on my cock, huh? s’that feel good, baby?”
you nodded thoughtlessly, solely focused on grinding harder and harder against his dick as your hips took on a frantic pace. “i’m gonna cum, jungwon,” you whined, the sound of sloppy squelches coming from your bodies slapping together turning your brain to mush. “gonna cum, gonna cum, oh f-fuck—”
your brain went haywire as your entire body convulsed, pussy walls clenching tight around jungwon’s girthy cock as your orgasm finally came to a head. your eyes crossed, tongue lolling out as your hips continued to plap away on his lap on their own accord, fluttering cunt squeezing around his dick as you mindlessly rode out your high as though you were hypnotized.
jungwon, on the other hand, could barely believe the sight in front of him—you, who was sobbing at the mere feeling of his tip prodding your entrance just moments ago, now arching your back and bracing yourself on his thighs as you squirted all over his lap, spraying his skin with your slick.
“oh my god, j-jungwon, ahh—!” you cried, hips stuttering as a final spray gushed from your cunt. you immediately collapsed into his arms, frail body completely spent from the most mind-numbing orgasm you had ever experienced in your life.
“holy fuck,” jungwon breathed in your ear as he held you close in his comforting hold, pressing a soft kiss to your damp temple as he admired how your limp body clutched onto his much stronger frame for dear life. his edged cock throbbed painfully inside your pulsing cunt, desperately begging for release. “b-baby, you did so good for me…
…can i keep fucking you like this?” ♡
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you were used to matchmaking, after all you were the reason your sister found her boyfriend but truthfully you didn't think much about love for yourself, not until you found yourself feeling more than you should for the local rich boy.
pairing: roommate!jungwon 𝓍 roommate!femreader word count: 22.2K — one-shot ★⋆ content: fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ eventual smut soulmate au, kinda love at first sight, heavily based on xo kitty (but mature), loverboy!jungwon, matchmaker!reader, you don't have to have watched to read this!. SLOW BURN, a whole lot of yearning, jealousy, denial of feelings, introvert reader, refs to aot, refs to beautiful boy, characters from xo kitty, feat bsf!jake & enhypen!
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⚠︎ : alcohol, nightmares, cheating? (pls js wait) , toxic themes, at some point during this you're going to dislike jungwon but PLEASE let him land. jw loses his mind slightly.. making out, dry humping, spit play (ish), kinda mean!dom!won, fingering, nipple play, hair pulling, shower sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.
— dreams are a form of communication for soulmates—a door into a life that could be. at the first meeting with their soulmate some become fortunate enough to develop dreams of them, it could be of anything, they could even be a background character, it'd be easy to mistake them for usual dreams but only few get blessed—cursed with these dreams.
being a match maker wasn't something you sought out, if anything it sought you out after all you didn't know sending out your sisters letters would land her, her soulmate. your sister and her boyfriend had gone through their fair share of tests but made it out each time, not unscathed but they made it out.
their relationship made it abundantly clear they chose each other every time—without fail and their determination to better their relationship was something you deeply admired, even being something you would strive for.
however you didn't bother yourself with something as trivial as boys, or anything of the sort. who needed love when you were always accidentally (and sometimes intentionally) matching people up.
this was a constant, even when you transferred to korea's international university of seoul (also known as kiss) into a dorm with your best friend jake who had graciously asked the board to let you room with him and his friend.
you melted into your desk chair sighing out in relief, decorating your new room had taken more out of you then you'd originally bargained, but at last the room was homey—comfortable and exactly how you liked it with the smell of your vanilla candle burning. you told jake you'd meet him at the welcome party, which really you said to have time to wind down before being overwhelmed with new people.
truthfully you were a little nervous to meet jake's roommate, mainly because you knew nothing about him—not even being able to point him out in one of jake's posts if asked.
you smoothed over the dress you picked out after a long internal debate, you paired it with your favourite necklace and a handbag. the mirror stared back at you whispering spells of confidence through you—you peeled your eyes away from the mirror with a satisfied hum.
before you could overthink going to the party any further you put on your favourite shoes and scrambled out the dorm with a little copy of a map of campus.
the air was light, a little cold but refreshing—this was about the time you regretted not bringing something to cover your arms.
thankfully for your goosebump ridden arms the hall wasn't far at all, you eyed the coloured sigh above the entry way "WELCOME PARTY!" feeling a little unease settle in your stomach.
the sound of laughter and music boomed through your body as you stepped through the room, on a plus you didn't have to graze against anyone to get through or else you would've turned around by now, especially with no alcohol in your system.
as if reading your mind a table packed with refreshments almost materialised in front of your eyes, it peeked through the swarm of people and a familiar brown fluffy haired man stood as he looked over the options.
[ NOW PLAYING > CON LA BRISA ]
a mischievous smile graced your lips as you placed a firm hand on his shoulder, making the taller boy stiffen with a subtle rise of his shoulders, he turned his head—eyebrows raised until they settled on you a familiar adoring boyish smile taking over his features.
"y/n!!" jake gasped pulling you into a hug "jake!" you returned against his shoulder, "you look amazing y/n!" he spoke over the music, you laughed complimenting his own outfit before you caught him up on the details of your journey, not noticing a certain blonde watching the exchange.
jungwon raised an eyebrow a smirk playing on his lips watching his friend talk to a girl he couldn't quite see behind him, he walked over as you got distracted with someone asking you about your dress, "i didn't know you had a girlfriend" he joked hush against his ear, eyes drifting over the back of your head, jake shook his head shooting him a eyeroll.
he snaked an arm around your shoulder as you finished your exchange pulling you so your shoulder bumped his, "this is our new roommate y/n" he beamed to jungwon.
your eyes fell him, his fell on you. for a split second you felt a tightness in your eyes—like they wanted to cry for you, like someone had wiped your memories of someone dear to you but your body still knew who he was—he felt so achingly familiar.
with your eyes full of wonder boring into each other you spoke together.
"have we met?".
you watched his lips curl, your own doing the same with no protest, his eyebrows furrowed looking over you as if he was trying to figure you out right there, or try to understand why his heart was beating faster, louder in his ears.
he looked like someone your eyes could fall to easily as your mind wandered into different realms, someone your eyes could find peace in as you thought of places you couldn't recall if asked.
the type of man you'd see on the front of a magazine wearing various designer pieces. only here he was sporting a black jacket with a white undershirt and grey baggy cargos. he knew how to dress, perfectly at that.
he didn't know what he expected when jake had asked him if you could move into their dorms, he just knows he did not expect you. not you with your eyes or your face that would leave people wondering who you were.
he smiled soft and polite "nice to meet you, i'm jungwon", you returned the smile, tilting your head "you too, i'm y/n".
he automatically repeated your name in his head over and over as if he was trying to ingrain your words into the corners of his mind—his brain short circuited when he realised what it was doing. you however didn't see any of this, just a stiffer smile than before and a little nod.
jake looked between the two of you trying to figure out why such a small exchange felt like it had an underlying secret under it. he grabbed a cup for each of you with some liquid sloshing around and pulled it around your shoulders in front of you.
you thanked him with a grin taking a long sip of the mystery substance, the taste of cherry and a liqueur you couldn't name sliding down your throat with a burn, you scrunched your nose giving your friend a nod of approval, your eyes flicked over to the pretty blonde watching his own reaction.
he also scrunched his nose in something between disgust and approval, approval not for the taste but for the alcohol. you all laughed together in uncertain familiarity, warmth seeped through your body, a comforting feeling—a hope for this feeling to continue.
after some time wandering around the room catching up with jake you caught the sight of a well dressed lady your age walking your way, "hii killer dress!, i'm yuri!" she spoke enthusiastically with an american accent eyeing you up and down.
"hi! you too, i'm y/n" you replied as she beamed proceeding to ask you the details of the dress, the discussion quickly switching to uni life "my mom is a professor here" she explained with a point towards the centre of the room towards a tall woman laughing comfortably into a taller man.
after a lot of getting to know your new friend and finding out she had mutual friends with yours, your social battery felt worn out and old wanting nothing more than to teleport home into comfy clothes and a cup of tea heating your palms, you bid your goodbyes to yuri and turned to let jake know you were going to turn in for the night. "we were just about to ask you if you wanted to go home" he replied as his eyes darted around looking for his friend around the hall.
you spotted him first next to the door with a tall black haired boy you'd later know as park sunghoon.
you nudged your friend and dragged your eyes back to where jungwon stood with a pointed look, he gave you a appreciative nod and motioned you to follow him through the wave of people who seemed to spawn in as you were leaving, you for one were thankful everyone came later.
"yo jungwon you coming?" jake asked as he dapped up the mystery man, "yeah" he replied eyes darting between you, the taller mans eyes followed jungwon's landing on you with a charming smile.
"hi, i'm sunghoon" he spoke clearly, you mimicked his smile feeling their eyes taking you in.
"hey, i'm y/n" you returned, he sent jake a look you had seen between friends many times, the slight eyebrow raise, the flick at the corner of his lips. jake raised an eyebrow as if to say don't even think about it.
jungwon unintentionally pulled you out of your thoughts with a cough, "alright we should get going" he spoke angling himself towards the door.
[ NOW PLAYING > NEW KIND OF LOVE ]
you let out a sigh you didn't realise you were holding in as you slipped off your shoes and placed them by the others. "tired?" jake sent a comforting smile placing his own by yours. "i have a couple hours left in me".
"good you should come watch a movie with us" he spoke as you led him through the dorm to your room "roommate bonding" he added with a laugh, you hummed placing your bag in it's new home—laying out your pyjamas for the night. "sure, why not" you smiled turning to face him, only to see both your roommates in front of your door frame.
their eyes gawked over the transformation of the once bare room, now filled with.. well you. "this is so comfy" jake exhaled sinking into a beanbag in the corner of your room. "i outdid myself" you replied playfully, jungwon also looked over your room taking in all your interests with slightly widened eyes before they landed on you. "movie in 30?" he asked you both leaning against your door, you both agreed before they dispersed into their own rooms to shower.
the hot water ran over your body like a blanket of comfort as your mind wandered to the first meeting with the blonde boy. you didn't mean it to, if anything you'd tried willing yourself to stop thinking about something you couldn't explain. after all the only explanation you could think of was temporary insanity.
he was a stranger not even 2 hours ago and now? he was your roommate, your pretty head fuck of a roommate and all he had done was look at you. you shook your head comically as a scoff left your lips at the invasive thought and with that you pushed it to the corners of your mind opting to forget about it completely.
unbeknownst to you jungwon's brain was fighting him about the same topic—a string of confusion clouding his usually clear mind, he too chose ignorance.
after drying yourself off and changing into your pyjamas—you opened your door and walked towards the kitchen. jungwon stood by the counter pouring hot water into a mug, his hair freshly washed—a slightly oversized black tee clinging to his body and grey sweats hanging off his hips.
you walked over and grabbed your own mug from the side before settling in step beside him. "hey" you said as you switched the kettle on, he looked over to you, almost like he'd forgotten you'd be here—or at least that's what you thought.
"hey, tea?" he said softly. "yeah how'd you know?" you replied before grabbing a tea-bag and sugar, "just a hunch" he slid closer to you—tilting his cup to show you the contents of the cup, the heat and scent tickling your nose.
"you have good taste" you smiled flicking the teabag into the bin, with his back to the counter he leant against it studying your movements. "so do you" his cat eyes still held the same familiarity you met him with now a curious arch to his brows.
you mirrored his movements leaning against the counter as the steam swirled into the air. "what movie do you want to watch?" he asked "hmm i'll let you and jake decide for today, see if you guys have what it takes" you playfully spoke, he let out an unguarded laugh and for a split second your mind tumbled into a eery silence—only that laugh spinning through you.
"i guess we can't fuck up then" he replied playfully checking the heat of his tea. "i guess not" your lips curled as your eyes met for a few more seconds than either of you intended, you looked deep into each other as if you expected the answers to reveal themselves to you.
you peeled them away first with a polite smile not catching his eyes lingering on you even after you turned.
jake slipped into the room with an exhale and a towel on his head, his eyes fell on you both "hey guys" he grinned lazily rubbing the towel into his damp hair.
he slid in next to you as you replied with your head knocking into his shoulder, "you and your tea obsessions" he scoffed with a ruffle to your hair, you slid away with a huff fixing the strands. jungwon watched in amusement but also something deeper, something he couldn't admit even to himself, a sense of longing—wanting to be closer, the thought was pushed away almost as quickly as it entered his mind.
you pushed yourself onto the counter and sipped on your tea as jake discussed movie options with jungwon. the blonde leaned over into jake's ear, you watched his expression taking a form of delight, his eyebrows lifting, "that might be perfect for her" jake said.
"alright can you fill me in" you looked between them, they nodded to each other, "the conjuring" jungwon looked at you with a corner of his lips twitching up.
you raised your eyebrows with pursed lips before cracking a smile, his lips mimicked your own, dimples peeking through.
you watched for a second, just enough time that it wasn't noticeable or so you thought, that dimple had the power to short circuit your brain, you just didn't know it yet. right now all you could think was that of a child, pretty blonde, pretty dimples, pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty.
he watched your eyes do that thing he saw earlier, the split second of big wide eyes with thoughts running through them at a million miles per hour and then without warning it all stopped as though you were keeping yourself in check, what he didn't notice was himself doing the same.
"did he tell you it's one of my favourite?" you playfully interrogated looking between them "nope just a hunch" he replied with a tilt to his head and a smile as jake shook his head, "-also i saw your books" he added.
you turned your head as a laugh bubbled through you, not seeing how his eyes lit up, his mouth mirroring your own, his bubbly intoxicating laugh.
as your laughs died down jake's eyes caught jungwon's on you, the introvert laughing with girl he met a few hours, a knowing smile graced his lips.
[ NOW PLAYING > CHAMPAGNE COAST ]
you sat in between your two roommates with a shared blanket draped over your legs, your attention on the movie playing in front of you, you got through the movie feeling heaviness in your eyes.
he looked over to you for a split second, doing a double take when he saw your head drooping to the side before hitting jake's shoulder—jake lifted in shock from the sudden weight. he looked over to jungwon, stiffening afraid to wake you. he tried shuffling down so you could be comfier, only to be met with a groan and an arm flailing.
jungwon watched in amusement as jake huffed wrapping the blanket further on you, the movie finished with you breathing softly into jake's lap and legs brushing against jungwon's.
he looked over to jungwon with a small motion to help. jungwon gaped at the sight before him not knowing how to approach this, he teetered forward and blew some air through his nose.
his hand rested against your arm before carefully lifting your legs onto his lap, he pulled you further down as jake lifted your head, you stirred making them both freeze in their steps, as though searching for comfort with a little huff you ended up with your head in jungwon's neck.
he swallowed hard, wide eyes looking to jake as if he could help him, without a second thought he pulled himself to his feet with his arms wrapped safely around you, jake opened the door with a small laugh and peeled back your sheets. he placed you down gently and watched as your lips jutted out in a pout from the lack of warmth.
he couldn't decipher his thoughts—there were too many, for every thought he had about you, your softened features, your pretty lips, your huffs, also came a little voice telling him he's insane, to stop, he listened.
he draped the thick sheets over you before retreating to the safety of his room, mind spinning with ghost of you nestled in his neck.
you cracked the door open with rubs to the eye, a faint sting in your head loomed in the peaks of your head. the two men sat at the kitchen island with cups in front of them, they both looked up, small smiles gracing their lips. "morning" they both greeted.
you rubbed your head managing to give them a morning back, "i don't even remember getting to bed" you spoke as you made your tea, "yeah you were drooling on me" jake laughed loud. you set your cup on the table and groaned "i don't drool!" he laughed louder as you huffed.
"yeah no you didn't, if you did i would've thrown you to jungwon". you brain silenced you at the thought of such an intimate act, well it's normal with jake why not jungwon? you countered to yourself.
it's not the same.
"but jungwon got you to your room safe" he added as he chewed his food, you turned to him and mustered out apologies at that, saying they should've woken you up. he shook his head with a comforting laugh making your eyes meet his and with a rasp to his voice he said "i was glad to, really. besides you looked too peaceful".
you mustered a nod and a thank you not being able to meet his eyes.
"you guy's got classes today?" jake asked as you both sipped your tea. "i've got some induction meetings and then i'm freed" you spoke resting your chin on your hand.
"i've got to be there too" jungwon said finishing his tea. "your dad funded it?" jake asked.
"yeah he asked me to sit in since he can't be there" he spoke impassive. "jake do you have any today?" you asked looking over to him.
"nope gonna be a housewife today" you laughed feeling a little more awake now, the sting in your head now non-existent.
after finishing your tea you changed into some clothes and got ready for your class opting to go without your scarf since it was hiding from you, jungwon was going to your class today—you didn't quite know what to make of this, nothing wrong with getting closer to your roommate that your heart seems to come alive for.
without a word you both put on your shoes with a polite smile between you, he opened the door for you and locked it as you thanked him, you noticed his eyes still looking at you with that same curious gaze, except now it was like he was trying not to and failing.
you fell into step together walking towards the class, now out of the safety of the halls and onto the streets the air was fresh with the smell of rain, colder than yesterday. jungwon stopped in his tracks—his eyes on his phone, you stopped with him, "everything okay?" you asked, he glanced up "yeah, class got cancelled the stand in professor called in sick.. do you want to grab tea?".
"oh, yeah sure" you spoke with a chill running through you.
"are you cold?" jungwon spoke through the sound of birds and the odd car.
"just a little, i couldn't find my scarf" you spoke with a sigh as you looked over to him, his cheeks were tinted pink from the cold, a black backwards cap sat on his head, a red scarf wrapped neatly around his neck.
he immediately stopped walking, you turned to him with confusion written in your brows, he unwrapped the scarf walking over to you, you backed up "no, no i'll be okay" you spoke fast, firm.
"besides our dorm is on the way to the tea place".
"y/n come here" he raised an eyebrow leaving no room for debate, you stood still as he stepped forward, you thought he'd just give you the scarf, instead he looked at the scarf with concentration as he wrapped it neatly around your neck, as if this was the most important thing in the world in that moment.
"let's go home"
his deep red scarf sat comfortably around your neck, the clean scent of him happily invading your nose, you were picking up on his habits, if you lagged behind for even a second he'd slow down without a thought, always making sure doors don't fall on you without making a show of it.
"if you can't find it don't worry, just keep mine on" he spoke as you walked into the dorm, "no, i'd feel too bad" you looked up at him into his eyes for the first time that day, he faltered mouth opening and closing.
"will it make you feel better if i grab my turtleneck jacket" you made a faux thinking pout before nodding.
"that would make me feel better yes" he sent you a sweet smile, dimple hollowing, your heart flipped involuntarily.
you rummaged through your closet seeing no sign of your scarf—you turned back closing the door to your closet, where is it.
your eyes scanned over the room seeing nothing out of the ordinary, your bed with it's usual blankets folded lazily at the end. a slight annoyance tinged in you as you walked back to the kitchen.
"hey, back already?" jake greeted you, "yeah class got cancelled but we're going to a tea place if you wanna come?" you asked as you put your shoes back on.
"i'm feeling lazy but i'd looove if you could bring me grape-ade?" he asked with a cheeky grin and a head tilt, you rolled your eyes giving him a nod.
jungwon walked out from his room, now sporting an olive jacket, he grabbed his shoes and walked over to the sofa as you and jake conversed about something you wouldn't be able to remember if asked later on.
"you ready y/n?" he asked as you finished your conversation, "yeah i couldn't find it but i'm warm enou-".
"if you even try taking it off i'm gonna start wrestling you" he joked as he tied his laces into bows, "i could take you" you laughed with no thought behind the words, he rolled his eyes playfully before gesturing to the door for you to go ahead.
"bye jake!" you waved to the boy, jungwon joined before locking the door hearing a faint "don't forget the grape ade!" you both shared eye contact, giggles falling into the air with a warmth pooling in your stomach.
you'd settled into a comfortable talk of classes as you walked side by side, pushing all the nonsense from yesterday to the backrooms of your mind by force, because this was your roommate and you wanted to be friends with him... without your brain dangling a carrot etched with perfect man over your head.
you had a suspicion of what was happening, you'd had crushes before but quickly came to the realisation that crushes were nothing but a lack of information and you had a habit of falling for the thought of a person rather than who they actually were.
however this wasn't something you had dealt with since you were younger but for right now, that's all you could come up with.
you were brought back to reality when you'd finally reached the warmly lit cafe, jungwon pushed open the door, keeping it open for you as he had been. you thanked him as you both sat opposite each other at the front of the cafe, in front of the window.
he sunk back in the chair sighing under his breath as he pulled the cap from his head, he shook his head softly letting it fall to his forehead. his eye winked at the intrusion—he blew the hair away as he usually would.
you cursed in your head as you let your attention swerve back to the list of refreshments, as if you didn't already know what you wanted.
"what are you getting?" he asked with his eyes already on you, as though he'd been watching. "black tea, you?" you replied easily.
"me too" he tilted his head with a small smile. he watched as you averted your eyes to the window, a muscle in your jaw tightening as you turned your head towards it, his eyes softened as he watched you stuck in your own head—wondering what was going through your mind.
his scarf sat snug around your neck, only he knew who it belonged to. in shadows of his mind you were the water behind a dam, cracks deepened as you leaked through.
you ordered your drinks and talked as you looked out at the life outside the windows, through the background chatter of the others in the cafe jungwon's voice cut through.
"so.. jake tells me your a match-maker?" he started with a mischievous glint to his eyes. you groaned head tipping back, hands covering your face.
"he didn't.. oh my gosh" you spoke behind your hands. "don't worry he barely told me anything, he told me he was catching up with your sister and her boyfriend and about how you matched them up" he laughed softly as his fingers hovered over the cup.
"it wasn't intentional" you started, he encouraged you to go on with a pointed look, "she wrote some love letters and as the curious silly little sister, i sent them.. and they ended up dating for real after fake dating, they've been together about 6 years now" you added watching as his eyes widened slightly at your words.
"that sounds like the plot of a bad romcom" he spoke, eyes crinkling a laugh bursting out both of you at his words, "it really does".
"but since then it seems like i keep unintentionally matching people up, so i just did it when i saw something between people, even when they couldn't see it" you trailed off a small smile playing on your lips as your fingers skimmed the rim of the cup.
"how do you even notice things like that?" he asked with genuine wonder.
"sometimes all it takes is catching a look between people, other times it's been places i spend a lot of time at, like when i was at school i noticed my teachers yearning for each other like they were in a drama, so i put a rose on her desk from him, which got them talking and now they're married" you spoke happily, eyes lighting up at the memories of their wedding.
"wow, you are a modern day cupid" he spoke incredulously as you shook your head with a laugh.
"i'd rather not be, cupid's love story is complicated to say the least" you responded finishing your tea.
"aren't all love stories?" he countered.
"touché" you responded as you both finished up your tea. you ordered a go to grape-ade for jake and walked back to your dorm, sharing more details about your sister and her boyfriend.
you walked in laughing about one of your match-making stories as jake sat on the sofa scrolling on his phone, his ears perked at the noise. you sat next to him after taking off your shoes and coat and handed him his drink, he thanked you with a smile and a how was it. as you told him how cute the cafe was you felt a dip in the sofa next to you.
jungwon watched as you sat back and tilted your head back talking about the cafe, it wasn't much but he noticed it all, in the little time you'd spent together you were becoming a little more comfortable, bit by bit.
you caught his eye as you gestured to jake, he watched as your breath halt when you saw his feline eyes already on you, you pulled yourself together with a breath, his eyes glazed over your face—landing on your neck.
your own followed his and you unwrapped the scarf from your neck before holding it between your palms, "i'll wash it and get it back to you, is that okay?" he looked between your eyes slowly.
"no, it's okay i'll do it" before you could fight back, he read your mind and placed a hand on the scarf with a grin, you felt his hand graze yours, a light tingly feeling bloomed as you felt a flutter in the pits of your stomach.
you both pulled back in silence shifting back to your original position, jake sat sipping his grape-ade looking over with a side eye.
jungwon retreated into his room to freshen up, with his scarf. he hung it up, the scent of you causing him to stop in his tracks, with a shake to his head he left it hung on the hook by his wardobe, with no intention to wash it.
.⭑ˎˊ˗
you had the same encounters, the same shared looks that neither of you addressed or could even admit to yourselves and then you had your first class, with yuri sitting next to you, occasionally making conversation about clothes or class.
that evening you got home and had a shower as usual, washing away any stress from the day and getting changed into pyjamas—then proceeding to the kitchen to make your tea, only to find jungwon sat at the table with two steaming cups beside him.
he motioned you to sit, you raised an eyebrow in confusion as you sat beside him at the island—he slid the cup over while sipping his own.
you'd always been better at showing appreciation physically, with a thank you and a smile—a hug or a head on a shoulder.
so when you placed your cheek on his shoulder with a small thank you, you told yourself it was like how you would with jake, that it wasn't different.
he stiffened not having time to relax—you'd already pulled away, his body missed you when his mind couldn't understand why, he chased the feeling of your body on his without giving himself permission to.
"you didn't have to" was all you could muster with your voice coming out softer than you meant it to, quieter.
"i wanted to" he said back, with the same tone—that same tone that made it feel more intimate than either of you allowed it to be.
you took a testing sip, it tasted exactly as it would if you'd made it yourself—he watched over your expression.
"good?" he asked with a curious arch to his brow.
you turned to him "perfect... thank you".
his smile gleamed under the dim orange lamps scattered around the dorm, a small shy smile you only saw a handful of times but relishing in it each time.
[ PLAYING NOW > TAKE A BITE ]
he couldn't breathe feeling you against his neck, hot—heavy. your lips ghosting over his ear, he whispered incoherent words in your ear, his hands not touching you—not yet.
he was close enough that his presence maddened you, a slight pull could intertwine you but neither of you dared to cross that line.
"i wanted to see the world in colour, through your eyes and through your mind."
your eyes stung—cold sweat clung to your forehead, you were shaking, you groaned as you stumbled out of bed with your chest burning—eyes darting to the clock on your bedside table, lighting up a green 3:21AM.
you splashed cold water on your face and walked heavily through your door to the kitchen in the dark, without warning the under lights of the kitchen turned on—you gasped loud causing the other figure to jump with you, a startled jungwon stood before you.
his face was flushed, eyes wide, like he'd seen something he couldn't explain.
you let out a breath of relief sinking into the chair, his shoulders also slumped in something between relief and defeat.
neither of you spoke at first just breathing in the shared space, he also melted into the chair next to you.
"you look like you've seen a ghost" you finally spoke after minutes.
"so do you" he managed back.
he grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and slid back into his seat, you thanked him before guzzling down half the bottle.
you couldn't remember much from the dream, only that you were not you—you were watching yourself through someone else's eyes, you remembered they had made you look like you'd stepped out of a romcom, with the dreamy lens and the heart eyes.
you remembered the words.
and even so, you had no idea why it led to this reaction, why you were sat at your kitchen island with your roommate like you just had a life altering experience.
you weren't comforting each other for what you were going through, you were simply living through the same experience, unknowingly.
you were so focused on your thoughts you didn't notice jungwon's hand inching towards you, not until it held your arm—so light you'd think you were made of glass, only until then you didn't realise you were shaking.
you startled before dragging your eyes over to him, he tried inching closer to be able to hold you comfortably but the chair was stuck—he let go of his hold on you to grapple onto the bottom of your chair, dragging it closer so your shoulders touched.
you would've found it hot if you could think about anything other than whoever was with you in your head. his hand came back to that same spot, as if to ground you, he rubbed up and down, the sleeve of your shirt occasionally getting in the way.
without a word you turned, tilted your head and sighed falling onto his shoulder.
the last week scared you more than you could verbalise, you weren't scared of what was happening, more so of the uncertainty—the unknown.
the whys, hows, there was no real explanation to anything that had happened recently, it was all catching up to you after a week of pushing it all down and wishing it'd go away.
you felt him tense beneath you at the weight, he quickly relaxed—sighing into your touch, for a second you thought he was going to pull away, instead he pulled his hand from your arm and wrapped it around you, letting your weight fall on him.
he was telling you without words that you could lean on him, he could take it but all you could think was, who does he lean on?
after some time you tilted your head to take him in, his flushed cheeks, the curve of his nose, his eyes still sparkling despite the clear exhaustion—his eyes locked with yours.
"are you okay?" you asked as if you weren't the one shaking a couple minutes ago, not even realising you'd stopped.
he paused before laughing in fond disbelief "you're asking me that?"
you rolled your eyes, still so close to him, "you don't look too good yourself.. answer me".
"yes ma'am, i'm- well i'm fine—tired i just woke up after a dream" he spoke slow, careful.
"me too" you spoke under your breathe. he nodded finally looking away like he'd seen something he shouldn't have.
"good or bad dream?" he asked.
"i don't know yet".
.⭑ˎˊ˗
you spent most spare moments with those words in your head.
"i wanted to see the world in colour, through your eyes and through your mind."
after that night with jungwon you'd gone to bed with those words echoing in your mind like a prayer, you went to class as usual—one of them was with your roommates.
jake and jungwon had coerced you into sitting with their friends, sunghoon, ni-ki, yuri and her friend juliana, they welcomed you easily, as if you weren't new, they included you when they didn't have to.
after spending more time with them in classes sunghoon and ni-ki decided to come over more, you often found them on your sofa with a smile encouraging you to hang out with you, which you always did.
jungwon couldn't understand why this was happening to him, he went to class as usual, lived his life as usual. only now his heart raced when he heard your voice—he heard you everywhere, he heard you in the laughs of people he didn't know, always turning without fail to see if it was you behind it.
he hated it but he relished in your presence—he'd told himself you were roommates—friends, nothing more.
which is why he didn't know what he was thinking when he'd suggested studying in the library to his friends, of course you'd be invited.
it's not like he was avoiding you, but he'd made it a point to try not be in close proximity with you outside of the dorms. it seemed to have no logic behind it and he knew that but people do illogical things when they're going through a mental war.
so when he saw the flicker of hurt in your eyes when you realised he didn't mean to include you in the plans, he felt his heart squeeze—ache.
it did it again when you excused yourself with a poor lie about being tired—a lie no one else looked into but him.
the hurt sat low in your chest, you started wondering if you missed other signs from him indicating his lack of wanting you there. no matter how much you had tried, you couldn't stop the hurt from leaking into the cracks forming around your heart.
even when you'd told yourself it wasn't deep—that it didn't matter, you knew it wouldn't have mattered if it was anyone else but you found yourself asking yourself the same question of why.
so the second you realised what he had meant, you mumbled an excuse with the most convincing smile you could muster, avoiding his eyes and you walked to that tea cafe, because one thing you couldn't do, was be somewhere you weren't wanted.
that evening he couldn't focus, he slumped in his chair—absentmindedly chewing on his pencil. the odd flicker of pages, the muffled chatters acted as a playground for his mind.
his notebooks were long forgotten by now, jake sat besides him working on some physics equation, yuri on the other side chatting away with juliana as sunghoon and ni-ki sat in front, with all the people he held dear close by, all he wanted was to see you, was to tell you it wasn't that he didn't want you there, he just didn't trust his mind—or heart not to jump for you.
he turned to his friends, "i can't focus, i'm gonna work at home" he muttered to them.
he walked as fast as he could towards the dorms, he needed you to understand—you weren't unwanted, how could you be. the wind ran past his hair with a hiss, the knocking of his shoes loud against the concrete.
he opened the door and walked in, not bothering to take off his shoes, immediately looking for any sign of your presence with his heart in his throat.
no sign of you in the kitchen, living room—anyone's rooms.
so he did the next most logical thing, he messaged you—despite the fact that neither of you had messaged outside of the dorms group chat or the friends chat.
"hey, where are you?"
[ NOW PLAYING > CARDIGAN ]
you sat with your ear-phones in—trying to will the music to take over the noise in your head as you nursed a cup of black tea with a heavy heart.
the emotions you were trying so hard to deny were breaking through without permission but now you'd been let down for the first time, he'd rejected you without words—without even knowing what he was doing.
the stubborn flesh in your head called your brain took it as a deadline, the first pull—you'd unknowingly opened yourself to him without grasping what it would mean—that you had let yourself be hurt, you allowed the hurt by opening yourself.
you hated that more than you understood why. from now you wouldn't allow more, he was your roommate and a friend.
nothing more.
the second you came to this conclusion you felt a stinging in your heart, like it was fighting you—telling you to hold onto the hope in your heart for him to fix this.
your finger twirled around the rim of the cup as you stared off into the life beyond the windows, the lovesick couples, friends—all walked by, serving as a mocking reminder of your situation.
after what felt like hours you sipped the last remnants of the lukewarm tea and snapped the backwards cap closer towards your scalp before pulling open the door.
you walked without looking, not really—your eyes scanned over the cars to the right and the river to the left, which is why you didn't see the person in front of you until their hand was on your shoulder, snapping you out of your daydream.
jungwon stood in front of you, wide eyed—scanning every inch of your face like he was looking for signs of pain, hurt "y/n" he breathed out, letting go of your shoulder.
he watched as you looked at him before taking out your earphones, eyes holding a slight shock before melting into an emotion he couldn't understand, a thin lipped smile you held for a second.
"hey" you responded with a rock from the heels of your feet, dragging your eyes from your feet to the river—it glistened under the city lights.
"you didn't get my message?" he asked with a worried furrow to his eyebrows.
you pulled your phone from it's place in your bag and sighed through your nose, "it's silenced, sorry.. was it important?".
yes it was, it was so important but how could he do this without the dam breaking.
"yes y/n i'm.. i'm sorry about earlier, i didn't want to make you feel like-like i didn't want you there, i did—i do! i just.. i didn't want to make you feel like you had to be there" lie lie lie but the alternate was pouring his soul out about something he didn't understand and what would hurt more?
you stood shocked, shocked that he even addressed it—expecting this to be washed away with time as most conflicts between friends are.
"it's alright, i didn't feel like i had to be there..but it's fine. really" you watched his shoulders relax, the walls you'd put up that day slumped with them.
he turned so you were both now facing the river, his shoulder brushed against you, neither of you moved—his hand snaked onto your arm pulling you to face him.
"i don't want you to pull away.. okay?" he looked between your eyes, soft pleading.
the dam in your minds creaked heavy, the sting in your hearts vanished without further complaint.
"okay.. i won't" you spoke quiet, a dimple carved into his cheeks at your words.
you mimicked his smile unwillingly, eyes drifting back to the water.
his eyes followed your own to the mass of water in front of you, it was beautiful—with the dimmed orange lights glistening in the ripples, it was almost hypnotic—especially through your eyes.
"home?" his eyes didn't leave your face for a second, catching your immediate shyness.
"home" you smiled as he motioned for you to walk on the inside of the path, that night your mind grew weaker for him, never expecting him to take responsibility—but that small part of you that was afraid of letting him in, being hurt—wished he was ignorant, wished he didn't read you perfectly.
it would've made it easier to stay away but that was never in the cards for either of you.
[ NOW PLAYING > ROOMMATES ]
now comfy in some pyjamas after a warm shower you walked into the kitchen feeling content, comfortable compared to earlier—the discomfort in your stomach now gone.
jungwon had prepared a cup of tea for you alongside his own, always perfectly timed after you got ready for the late evening, you hummed as you slid in next to him on the sofa, sitting closer than you intended, he turned to you giving you a smile as you murmured a thank you.
he mimicked your way of accepting, leaning into your touch, shoulder pushing against you as he slumped further into the sofa—you sat flushed against each other as whatever documentary played in the background.
for the time you spent curled next to him, you thought about how the feelings you had earlier—the doubt had dissipated into nothing, you were so adamant on this changing things but how could it when he did everything you hadn't allowed yourself to think was possible.
"heyy!" jake slid in next to you with a cheeky grin, you both greeted him as he grabbed the remote from the table in front of you, "movie?" he spoke as he pulled a blanket from the side and passed it to jungwon.
you hummed in agreement placing the now empty cup in front of you "do you guys wanna carry on with the conjuring series?" you looked between them, they nodded enthusiastically.
with the lights now off and your drinks finished you started the movie with the blanket pulled up to your lap.
jungwon's attention wasn't all on the screen. he tried—he really tried to keep them fixed on the pixels but his eyes kept drifting, he didn't mean to—it's like they were magnetised to you.
the way your lips tilted every time you saw the couple have a moment, the way your eyes were lit with longing—he wondered in that moment if you'd ever been in love before, he choked on nothing realising his brain was no longer under his control—instantly coughing to try cover it up.
"you okay?" he paused feeling caught before looking over to you and nodding, mustering up a smile—even though he was malfunctioning.
you with your alluring eyes, your adoring smile, your laugh that he was hearing in places you weren't.
god he thought he was past this.
friend, roommate, friend, roommate. he repeated over and over.
you however felt clarity at the situation, because really this wasn't a situation at all, all the pulls and pushes in your head were just that—in your head, he didn't feel this.
friends. roommates.
you acted as though you would with any friend, pushing your legs on top of jake's lap and leaning your head on jungwon's shoulder. jake made a faux noise of annoyance just to pull the blanket over your legs comfortably.
and jungwon? his eyes hadn't left you, so when you had let yourself melt into his shoulder, he let his head fall against your own. he could smell your shampoo, barely but it was unmistakably you.
jungwon heard that people get sleepy when they're around people they're comfortable with, he thought that was ridiculous until he found himself drifting into dreamland, slumped against you.
you stiffened slightly as you heard his breathing slow down—his body growing heavier, he twitched every now and then with huffs at nothing in particular.
you felt his breath on your nape, his arm draped over your waist—in flashes you saw his dimple shining pretty as he kissed your cheek lovingly, he pulled your body close to his, whispering sweet nothings.
"i'm right here".
he woke up, breathing hard—a buzzing ache lingering behind his eyes. his surroundings became clearer with each blink, the hum of the tv, the warmth of your body. he looked around with wide eyes as you sat up looking over to him with concern written across your face.
"bad dream?" you asked softly. he turned and slumped lower so you were eye to eye, he took in your tired eyes, the stiff crease in your eyebrow—the way the tv light shone against your face.
"have you ever had a dream you couldn't explain?" he spoke quietly, flitting between your eyes.
"yeah actually.. pretty much every dream i have" you joked, his lips tilted in amusement—until you saw his eyes cloud over in real time by a deeper thought.
without warning you stood up and grabbed a water bottle, slumping back into that same position slowly—careful not to wake jake. he watched as you opened the bottle and passed it to him, he thanked you.
he didn't realise how thirsty he was until then, or how flushed he was. he guzzled down the water—sighing out from the lack of breath.
"do you know what a soulmate dream is?" he finally spoke.
"yeah of course, well not from experience but i've heard of them" you looked over to him—catching the way his eyebrows were knit in thought.
he gave you a look telling you to continue, "i've heard they can be pretty much anything, depends on the people.. my aunt found my uncle through the dreams when they were about our age, her dreams were from his eyes—she told me the first time she had the dream, she thought she was having a panic attack.. and she couldn't understand why something like a dream had caused so much stress..".
you trailed off as the cogs in your mind turned, clicking missing pieces into place with a flag waving that said "you are a fucking idiot."
surely not, you thought—mind flashing back to that dream, the words, looking through his eyes—your soulmates eyes.
you could be wrong.. but you if you were right then maybe you had somehow made contact with your soulmate, maybe it was someone in passing—maybe it was slight eye-contact with someone you had never even conversed with.
[ NOW PLAYING > BACK TO FRIENDS ]
"y/n?" jungwon waved a hand in front of your face—disrupting the mental war going on in your brain.
"sorry.. i just remembered something" you exhaled, head still dazed in the idea of having a soulmate, someone promised to you by the universe, to be destined to you.
you felt as though you should have been happier at this revelation, here was the possibility of having a soulmate and yet you couldn't stop thinking, what if it wasn't the blonde boy sat next to you. you pushed it away as you had been with any thought you didn't enjoy.
jungwon caught the whirl of thoughts in your head, he saw the conflict, although he had no ideas for what it could be for—who it could be for, his hand snaked around your back, settling on your bare arm, his thumb rubbed circles.
you looked over to him as the flutters in your stomach subsided, his eyes held the stars, they bored into yours—every twinkle in his eye had you falling deeper into his soul. his spare hand reached up settling on the base of your neck—he watched as your throat bobbed up and down.
your eyes flitted over his lips, to his eyes. he paused as a thought intruded, your lips were glistening—they looked soft, how would they mould against his, how would you taste?
you watched as his eyes dilated, closing in on your lips.
his hand shifted up, his thumb rested on your jaw.
in one swift movement you pushed your head into the crevice of his shoulder, his hands gravitated to your waist immediately.
your bodies moulded together, your chests flushed against each other, you felt his breath falter, loud. you wrapped your arms around his waist before pulling your body back slowly—his hands chased yours grazing against them.
you pulled your head back, your nose grazed his jaw—he faltered, he steadied himself with a hand on your thigh. for a moment neither of you dared to move, your breath grazing against his jaw.
and then as a cruel twist of fate, jake stirred.
neither of you knew why you felt like you had been caught, so when you both pulled away sitting back into your given places—you couldn't come up with a good enough explanation for why you both bolted like you'd been stung.
you didn't talk about that night again, not as you sauntered around the lingering touches—the yearning stares as the other remained oblivious, the strings of life pulled you together in ways you didn't want to allow.
he was everywhere, at home, at the cafe, at the library, in your mind. even when you'd found peace at the river alone, he was in your mind, if he wasn't there physically he was mentally.
you were in this perfect frenzy of close friends but not too close—both doing so well at maintaining this friendship, this perfectly curated back and forth.
but now the dam had a gushing—heavy leak and there was no fixing it.
[ NOW PLAYING > BLIND ]
your heart ached, your chest was pulsing with hurt—your throat burned as you were grasping for air, you didn't know what it felt like to be heartbroken—never felt the lack of hope, of knowing there's nothing left but here you were, on the floor of your bedroom.
you woke up screaming—sweating, you only knew it wasn't reality when you heard him.
"y/n, hey wake up"
you bolted up before you even knew where you were, the sound of your sobs quieting down as you gained consciousness.
jungwon stood over you with concern and sleep printed in his expression. "did..did i wake you? i'm so sorry" you breathed feeling tears run down your face, he shook his head—an amused huff left his lips as he sat himself on your bed.
he leaned in closer than you expected, a hand softly resting against your cheek and jaw—he held you for a moment before wiping away your tears. his eyes held an adoration only he could explain.
"bad dream?"
"the worst" you sighed.
you sat further up with a sniffle and a sigh as he pulled you into his arms, you squeaked in shock—his arm wrapped around your waist, the other cradling your head.
"you're okay" he whispered.
you both breathed each other in, he held you like this would be the last time, like he'd never get the chance again—as if this was the first meeting after a lifetime of waiting.
you felt as though you were in another dream, one with no consequences—but even comfort after a bad dream felt like an excuse to touch him, so hyperaware of the meaning.
you pulled away with murmurs of needing to freshen up and more apologies, you had thought yourself into overthinking.
it was all too much, you felt too much, his presence alone dampened the hurt you'd felt, no one else could do that—so you showered it all away and wrapped yourself in your towel before stepping back into your room and closing the door behind you.
you turned to see a flushed jungwon with his hand on the door handle covering his eyes. you jumped back as he whisper yelled apologies with his back turned.
"fuck i've been tryna get the door open since you left" he stuttered as you backed up to your closet, grabbing pyjamas.
"let me get changed and then i'll try help" you laughed at the sheer gravity of the situation as you pulled your clothes on and trudged over to him. he turned around and took you in, his eyes flit over you, a faint smirk on his lips.
you rolled your eyes as you tested the door yourself, it wasn't about strength—besides you'd seen jungwon's arms, that wouldn't have been a problem. the handle rattled, turning easily with no clicking, no confirmation of the cogs fitting into place, nothing.
you looked at him, he was already looking with a defeated expression. "what are the chances jake's awake?" you asked before bursting into laughter with him at his theatrical sigh.
"it's 2am, you need to sleep" he spoke as you both sat on the edge of your bed. "so do you" you countered, he hummed in agreement as you sat yourself under your covers, patting the space besides you.
this was fine, you told yourself as if you didn't run away from him for comforting you too well. you looked him over as he slid in besides you, his black tank-top clung to his figure perfectly, the shadows on his muscles perfectly lit under the fairy lights.
you slid down to get comfy, he mimicked your movements until you lay looking towards each other. how is it possible for someone to look so beautiful with no effort he thought as he scanned over your tired features.
"why are you looking at me like that?" you spoke into the comfortable silence of the room.
"like what?" he asked feeling his throat close up.
"like you've never seen me before"
he opened his mouth, closing it immediately—truthfully he looked at you like that every time he saw you.
"maybe i forget, so i take my time, make sure i can never forget again".
you rolled your eyes playfully, ignoring the way your heart soared at his words.
"save that for your soulmate" you joked.
the reality of your words sunk in too late—hurting your own feelings as the object of your desires lay in your bed with you.
you pulled the covers over your shoulders feeling the warmth seep through your body, his eyes never once left yours as you both talked yourself to sleep.
your eyes flickered open slowly, you yawned before blinking a few more times, adjusting to the golden rays peeking through. you tried to turn, only to be stuck—jungwon's arm was lazily splayed across your waist, his chest pressed to your back—his soft breaths against your nape.
you didn't dare move, didn't dare ruin this—for it wouldn't last.
you felt guilt for not waking him, for letting yourself live in this delusion while he slept—peaceful with no idea of where he was.
after minutes of laying there, your sleepiness wearing off—jungwon stirred, he groaned with his mouth closed as he pulled you by your waist further into his chest, you squeezed your eyes together and let yourself relax.
he twitched again a few minutes later, only now his eyes fluttered open—it was only evident he was awake when he yawned as quietly as he could as he took in his surrounding bit by bit, you half expected him to immediately let go of you and retreat into his space on your bed.
instead he let himself relax and closed his eyes with a faint smile.
you didn't know how much time it had been but by now you thought he was back to being asleep, until you heard a voice "yo y/n! i got the door open-" jake swung it open with a screw in one hand, his face morphed from glee to his jaw being dropped—and then a large toothy smile took over.
you shook your head with wide eyes motioning to the blonde boy being asleep, he hushed himself immediately not before raising his eyebrow and whispering "when did this happen?".
"nothing happened.. he was locked in here—so we slept" you shrugged your shoulders, praying your lips wouldn't betray you as your heartbeat already was.
you turned yourself slowly so you could face jake, only now jungwon huffed pulling you into his chest, his head was now in the crevice of your neck, his legs tangled over yours. jake laughed into his hand as you stared at him like a deer in headlights.
"fuck" you breathed as he doubled over in silent laughter. he whined as you pried yourself from his grasp with little apologies, his hands looked for you—a small pout forming on his pretty face.
you smiled as you pulled the covers over him before getting ready for the day. with your teeth brushed and your skincare on you skipped over to the kitchen, eyes catching on the pile of letters and cards.
a little pink card with the words "SYMPHONIA IX GALA" you'd heard about this gala from yuri, the gala where everyone goes all out with their dresses, dressing as princesses for the night—there was still a while until the night but tickets were already out and selling fast.
you had never been one to take initiative but last night with jungwon, that meant something—you were sure of it. it couldn't have been nothing, not with the way he looked at you—the way he held you.
maybe you could go together—as friends.. and see what happens.
half an hour later you walked back into your room with the pink card to see jungwon sat up rubbing his eyes, "morning" you smiled as you tucked the card under your alarm clock.
you sat yourself on the edge of the bed as he yawned with a stretch "morning y/n" he rasped leaning back on his arms.
"come on princess you should get up" you spoke pulling the covers down to his hips. he groaned as you jumped from the bed with a yelp, running from his swats.
"also your tits out!" you laughed turning the corner of your door.
[ NOW PLAYING > SYMPHONIA XI ]
that night you found the courage you needed to do it, after all you were only asking as a friend. that's what you told yourself, even if you wanted more—even if you knew you'd be hurt if nothing more was to happen.
you told yourself the next time you see him, you'll do it.
only you didn't expect to see him on your way to meeting your friends, he was sat on a bench with yuri—you walked over, telling yourself you can do this over and over.
"hey guys" you spoke watching as their heads snapped to you as if they were caught doing something they shouldn't.
"hey y/n" jungwon smiled, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.
yuri only smiled, "hey, did you hear about the gala? the tickets are out" you spoke to jungwon, feeling a chill of anxiety run through your body, it's too late to back out now.
"yeah, were you planning on going?" he nodded.
"yeah.. actually i was wondering if you wanted to go"
you watched a smile form, until he felt yuri grab his hand—his face dropped, his mouth opened as if to speak but before he could respond, yuri spoke "actually we're going together".
you looked between them, the hand she was so easily holding between her palms.
"oh that's cool, i'll ask jake" you nodded, ignoring the blooming envy in your heart, jungwon's face held conflict—like he wanted to speak but he couldn't bring himself to.
and to confirm the fact you were so badly trying to deny.
"we're dating" she added. you looked over at jungwon—he took one look at your face before avoiding it all together.
you breathed in, holding back any emotion and mustered a "congrats" yuri smiled sweetly, "i've got to meet sunghoon and ni-ki, i'll see you guys".
you walked as fast as you could but not to meet sunghoon and ni-ki, you pulled out your phone and messaged them a vague excuse and then you walked and walked.
not even a day ago he was in your bed, holding you as though he was used to the feeling. it burned, your heart—the sting turned into an aching you couldn't quite fathom, couldn't quite push down. the rain started slowly, you sat by the river feeling the drops run down your face along with your tears.
you were grateful for the rain, grateful it grew heavier, swallowing your sobs—somewhere along the way you opened your heart, despite your efforts to keep it hidden, you'd fallen for your roommate.
you hadn't been in the picture for long but you were observant, you had to be to be a match-maker. so how had you not caught this—caught a vibe, a look.. anything.
you knew it was late but your phone was dead and you couldn't bring yourself to care because along with the hurt of rejection, you hurt for the friendships you would lose—because you couldn't keep yourself from falling for him.
you mourned the memories you'd created, you knew nothing could be the same from now and anger at yourself for deluding yourself.
by the time you got back to the dorms you were soaked and freezing, it was late—so late that you got back to a furious jungwon and jake.
you closed the door behind you with the click of the key and kicked off your shoes, "where the hell were you?" jake jumped off the sofa walking to the hallway.
you turned to face him—he took in your state and gawked, "phone died" you sighed walking through to your room and shrugging off your coat, "where were you?" jungwon repeated as they followed you.
"river" you answered plainly as you shivered, they grabbed towels for you, walking to you slow—with distance, not being able to decipher your emotions. you turned to the door, jungwon stood in front of you, trying to drape the towel over you, "i'm fine" you sighed in annoyance pushing past him.
"you're out until 2am and you come back frozen but you're fine?" he gawked eyebrows— furrowed. "yes i am fine" a muscle in your jaw flexed as you looked away from him, you couldn't look at him.
it wasn't his fault he doesn't feel the same but you also couldn't pretend you could stand his touch anymore—his presence, you couldn't let him have this hold over your heart the way he did right now.
you sat down on your bed finally feeling the cold catch up to you, your breathing slowed as you sunk onto the bed.
jungwon slid over as you sunk, "stop, m-fine" you breathed pushing him with no force, jake ran over pulling the towels over your body. you felt weak, your eyes drooped until you felt yourself drifting, "no come on don't fall asleep" jungwon shook you as you groaned in annoyance.
they pulled you into the shower running hot water over you as you sat in your clothes, you managed to convince them you could change by yourself.
finally laying in bed with your covers pulled to your chin, jake sat by you as jungwon made tea, "what happened?" he slid in next to you rubbing your arms as you shivered.
"i just lost track of time.. that's all" you sighed as you wrapped yourself around him, your head in his shoulder.
"you lost track of time, sat in the rain?" he turned to you, speaking against your hair.
"yeah—it's therapeutic really" you spoke. he hummed—not believing you one bit.
by the time jungwon came back you had drifted off into sleep on jake, he looked over with a mixture of envy and relief but neither of those things could compete with the grief in his heart—the loss of your comfort around him, the annoyance in your expression at his mere presence.
jake watched over you—with an expression jungwon couldn't decipher, he sighed through his nose before speaking. "she looked happy this morning, she was even meant to meet the guys—they told me she cancelled, saying she's tired" they took in your peaceful expression with knit eyebrows.
jungwon couldn't think clearly, he wanted to believe that maybe you were thinking about him—maybe you were hurt, about him and yuri.
maybe you were just angry, that as his friend, you knew nothing, you were told on accident—with no prior knowledge or even inkling.
jake stayed through the night, telling jungwon to get some rest—which he reluctantly did after hours. he soothed you when you stirred, he rocked you when you groaned awake, he eventually drifted into sleep alongside you.
you stirred as jake slipped out and got ready for his classes, waking up a little while later to tea by your bedside, assuming it was from jake you didn't overthink it—opting to get ready, learning to live with the sting, instead of ignoring it this time.
this entire time you had pushed down your feelings, pushed them to the corners of your mind for you weren't used to feeling so much.
you told yourself you needed to feel to let go, to let go of him—to let go of the feelings you had harboured without allowing yourself to.
but that didn't mean you had to be around to witness him with his new girlfriend, which also meant distancing yourself from your friends, not because you wanted to but because they would be there and just by their presence the peace you seeked would dissipate.
you got through it alone, avoiding everyone—justifying it by telling yourself you needed time but they didn't make it easy and it didn't go without annoyance from jake, especially for staying out later than usual and avoiding the usual hang-outs.
the tea cafe had become somewhat of a sanctuary—it being open 24 hours was of great help for someone actively avoiding a roommate but you were surprised you hadn't seen him here, after all he had introduced you.
there were also a few times you weren't so lucky, in your shares classes yuri talked to you as usual, which to your surprise didn't come with talks of her new boyfriend.
as for jungwon, he didn't know what to expect—he just didn't expect silence—to be shut out like you hadn't spent the last couple months becoming closer, becoming friends, you didn't even come out for tea after your shower anymore.
you didn't walk to class with him—always walking earlier. every time he tried to talk to you but he was met with a brief cold response or bitter shut down, eventually even your silence turned into sour remarks.
he didn't push, because pushing meant the possibility of you pushing you away for good and he couldn't take that—but he could take this, he would take this over nothing.
you couldn't see it but jungwon's patience was wearing thin—each day he went without so much as a stray glance was undoing his resolve.
after another morning of solitude, you walked through the kitchen and out the door with no words to the blonde sat at the kitchen island, who unknown to you was waiting for you, he locked the door and walked a few paces behind you.
you sat in your usual seat a few minutes early to the lecture, consumed by your own thoughts—until you felt a presence besides you, sunghoon sat in his place besides you as he would. you settled into your usual conversations, until he talked about you helping him study after class,
"when did i agree to this?" you joked, "when yuri said we're all studying at your dorm later" he laughed with confusion, you opened your phone to the messages with a sigh, "i actually already have plans" you spoke, avoiding his eyes.
"what plans" he asked as you put your phone away, "i wanted to go to the cafe and juliana asked me to go out tonight".
he hummed, "i haven't seen this infamous cafe.. care for some company?".
you made a faux thinking face as he groaned "yeah sure, why not" you answered feeling eyes bore into the back of your head.
after your class you both walked to the cafe, narrowly avoiding an interaction with yuri on your way—you did however run into juliana who invited sunghoon to join you that night.
you didn't quite know why juliana had messaged you separately for your outing but you weren't complaining, if anything this was ideal. after the cafe you walked back to your dorms to get changed, with anxiety looming in your chest—knowing everyone would be there.
you clicked the door open and closed it after sunghoon scurried in, "you wanna wait here or come with?" you asked as you slid off your shoes, "i'll come with you" he replied.
you walked in to papers scattered over the coffee table and the kitchen island, jungwon and jake sat at the kitchen as yuri sat with ni-ki on the sofa.
you tried your best to walk through without seeming rude, "where have you guys been!" yuri asked with a smile as sunghoon stood behind you, "y/n showed me that tea cafe" sunghoon replied sensing your discomfort.
"aww you should take us some time" she spoke, you hummed as jake motioned you to come over, he pulled you in for a second. "you alright?" he whispered, you nodded with a ruffle to his hair—he swatted you away as you tried your best to avoid the blondes stares.
"i've got to get ready, but i'll talk to you later" you said to him as you moved to your door with sunghoon following.
"before you guys go, i wanted to just say while everyone's here that jungwon and i are dating!" juliana spoke enthusiastically not looking at anyone.
silence. dead ghostly silence.
for a split second you looked for jungwon's reaction, you couldn't help it. his eyes were already on you—you caught his discomfort, your face stayed straight—not so much as a grimace, you couldn't.
[ PLAYING NOW > MANEATER ]
the boys all looked at jungwon in disbelief, they had always sensed the vibes between you two, even when you didn't. you'd already turned around opting to head into your room with a goodbye.
"she's getting ready with sunghoon?" yuri raised a playful eyebrow and a nudge to ni-ki's shoulder, "they're friends" jungwon responded impassive, eyes still on the page.
"they'd be cute together" she hummed, jungwon looked up with a rise to his brow, before shaking his head—focusing on the click of his pen instead of the ugly green blooming deep within him.
you got changed in the bathroom, into a outfit you knew would turn heads for your first proper night out in a while.
you came out in a lowcut dress and your favourite going out shoes, sunghoon gawked shamelessly "are you trying to kill people?" you responded with a laugh and a "maybe" as you grabbed the chosen bottles of liqueur and walked through the door of your room to the kitchen.
you took two glasses pouring an equal amount of liquid in both—handing one to sunghoon, you hadn't noticed the pairs of eyes on you as you walked through.
"y/n you look hot as fuck" yuri spoke first, everyone hummed in agreement—except jungwon, who could only stare, the first genuine smile in a good second bloomed as you thanked them, you handed sunghoon the drink watching as he took a big mouthful.
you took a sip, testing the waters—when it was deemed safe you took a long swig, with only a sample of the drink left in the cup.
"steadyy" jake took the cup from you, drinking the remnants up.
"where we going n/n" he grinned all toothy, "we aren't going anywhere jakey" you smiled, he fake pouted—you turned your head with a groan laughing.
"we should probably get going" you made another drink, drinking half and leaving the rest for sunghoon who gladly chugged the rest. jungwon walked over pouring himself his own drink next to you, his eyes flit over you carefully, like he was absorbing you into his soul—or like he wanted to test you.
you decided to pay him no mind, instead securing your handbag and walking out the door.
you waltzed in to the sound of 2000's music blasting in your ears and thankfully you found juliana within the first couple minutes of being there. "hii guys" she squealed pulling you into a brief hug before pulling back and taking in your outfit.
"you look soo fucking hot!" she exclaimed—you complimented her own outfit with a giggle and a buzz running through your body. the three of you took shots as you all sat at the bar laughing and singing along to the music, until you felt arms around your waist and a head on your shoulder.
you were fully prepared to head-butt whoever was touching you, until you heard jake's laugh, "guess who!" he spoke over the music. you turned in happy shock "jake! what are you doing here?" you laughed.
"yuri forced us to come, something about juliana" he spoke hushed before ordering shots but unfortunately, where ever yuri was—so was he. you turned to see jungwon stood with his hands in his pockets, already looking at you—you rolled your eyes in annoyance before pushing yourself up and taking the shots.
"i'm gonna dance" you said to no one in particular already walking towards the dance floor—juliana opted to join you but not without daggers in her back.
throughout the week you felt your upset—sadness—hurt dissipate into anger, you knew it wasn't going to last, but for now angers always easier to navigate than hurt, especially when you're drinking.every time you caught him staring it fuelled the anger you so desperately craved to feel.
you swayed your hips with rhythm, each sway on beat. juliana stood in front of you mirroring your movements with a large smile, you noticed her also sneaking peeks at where the group would be, for why you didn't know—you didn't think much about it either.
especially when there was a cute guy eyeing you from the bar, "go talk to him!" she shouted over the music, you shook your head with a scrunch to your nose "i don't chase" she laughed at that, you watched as her mouth drop into a smirk.
you followed her gaze, said cute guy was now besides you with a drink in his hand "i couldn't help but notice you, you look beautiful" the mystery man said with a grin, "thank you! i'm y/n, this is my friend juliana" you smiled as he handed you the drink.
"i'm jay, nice to meet you both" he spoke over the music, you gravitated back to the bar with him after juliana whispered for you to go. you couldn't help but feel pricks on the back on your neck, feeling piercing jabs like someone was watching you, your conversation with jay was going well, he was beyond cute—well mannered.
everything you'd look for in a man.. if you were looking for a man.
the second the passing thought of him being a potential partner whizzed through you felt as though you were being hissed at by your heart and to make matters worse, you heard a familiar sweet voice.
"hey jay, been a while" jungwon spoke with a strained jaw, jay looked up with a genuine smile at his presence.
"yoo jungwon!" he exclaimed as he went in for a dap up, you however was stumped they knew each other.
"how do you-" you gestured between them speaking only to jay, "he's in most my classes" jungwon chimed in before the other man could speak, you hummed to jay as if he had replied.
"you wanna dance?" you asked jay, feeling a need to get out of this interaction but before he could respond jungwon edged closer to you, almost forcing you to look at him from the proximity, "actually jake asked for you" he spoke sweetly.
jake had not asked for you, he actually asked where you were. you apologised to jay and excused yourself as the blonde trailed dangerously close to you.
"hey jake" you smiled sitting by him at the bar, "y/n! where have you been!" he whined with a clear red tinge to his cheeks. "just was on the other side of the bar" you responded.
"you guys looked good together" yuri smiled, you reciprocated not seeing jungwon's daggers at his girlfriend.
"i'm getting so tired" jake whispered to you before dropping his head on your shoulder, you nodded already taking out your phone.
[ NOW PLAYING > PARTY 4 U ]
"i'm gonna take jake home" you spoke to whoever was listening, already pulling jake up with you not without a wobble.
"i'll come" jungwon spoke quicker than you'd have expected, quick enough to show he was engaged before you even spoke. "stay here, we're good" you responded not looking at him.
"i'm coming" he finalised despite the protests from yuri in forms of whispering near his ear. the car ride was quiet, not awkward—just silent, the only noise being the hum of the engine.
you all sobered up as you wound down for the night—ending up laying on jake's bed as he rambled about physics—feeling more awake after a cold shower.
"about earlier.. jungwon and yuri, did you know?" he started—slowly, words laced with caution.
"well..yeah i did, i found out like a week ago" you replied looking up from your phone, he looked like he was ready for a bomb to go off.
"like.. the day you came home late?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. you raised your own eyebrow—challenging "you'll have to be specific, i've come home late a few nights" you feigned ignorance.
the night you felt your heart hurt in ways you hadn't thought was allowed.
"the night you came home almost hypothermic" he spoke as he sat by you on his bed, his eyes scanned over the mass of your face, peering for any reaction—any indication he was correct.
"yeah, found out earlier that day" you said unbothered, as if that wasn't the reason you were spiralling deep into a burn no one could soothe.
"it's unrelated" you spoke before he could, as if he asked.
"is it?"
you watched his own expression, the worry etched in his forehead, in his eyes—he just wanted you to learn to lean even if it wasn't something you were used to, leaning on someone with the rawest edges of your thoughts, handing over emotions that took weeks to be allowed to exist.
jake of all people knew this wasn't your strong suit, which is why he didn't push—he only encouraged, he let you lie because he knew how badly you needed the lie to be real.
"i don't know" you sighed, you tipped your head back onto his pillow—blowing air through your nose in the process.
he let you speak, only moving to sit closer to you.
"ever since we met, it's like my brain is pushing me towards him, like it wants—needs me to be close to him..i know how insane that sounds and i tried—i really tried to ignore it but after a while i just let it happen, maybe because i hoped it would be reciprocated, i don't know what i thought, i told myself i wouldn't care if it wasn't but as we got closer, so did whatever was pulling me towards him and that night we got stuck in my room.. i thought- just maybe there was—there could be something more but i was still so, scared? so i asked him if he wanted to go to the dance but yuri said they were going together.. and i said i'll ask you instead and then she told me they were dating and my brain just went into overdrive".
as you rambled you watched him go through a plethora of emotions—from earnest listening to shock he was trying to be subtle about and then something bordering on appalled confusion.
"so you think a cosmic force is pulling you together-" he started, you nodded with a swift scrunch to your nose at his wording.
"and you asked him to the gala as a friend even though you wanted more but you didn't wanna admit it" he added.
you nodded "i'm so glad i was too stubborn to ask properly, imagine i did that and she told me they were together, i think i would've blown up" he laughed at that with his usual gummy smile.
"i don't know, i don't think you're insane or looking into things too deeply, anyone can see he's insane about you" he spoke casually as if you weren't being presented with new information.
you gawked for a second "what is wrong with you—don't say shit like that" you spoke as you swatted at his chest.
"nah i'm serious, he looks at you like you personally give him life every day and since you started avoiding him he's been looking around like a lost kitten always looking in places you'd usually be".
"jake he has a girlfriend" you sighed pushing your head deeper into the pillow.
"that's true, but he didn't stop looking for you whether or not he has a girl" he retorted.
"well he can keep doing that, i'm not waiting up on anyone just because there's a possibility he could like me especially whilst he has a girlfriend, besides i still just need time away from him, when he's close i can't hear myself think—it's like all rational thinking goes out the window" you groaned as a hand wiped down your face.
it was all becoming a bit too infuriating, even when you did your best to put yourself in positions where you couldn't be interacted with, he found a way, when you'd walk to class—he'd be right next to you. when all you wanted was to drink tea and read, he'd be in the room— hovering.
when you were playing a game with jake, he made it a point to sit next to you—closer than you wanted, at least a knee brushing yours.
which didn't help when your emotions towards him were currently in a hurricane you didn't care to address.
you even decided you'd spend all night at your tea cafe to study, not wanting to be distracted by jungwon's constant hovering. only he showed up not even an hour in and sat in front of you like it was his given place.
you looked up from your work without moving your head and blew air through your nose in annoyance, he looked at you with his signature curious feline gaze, which if anything annoyed you further—because why was he looking at you like he wasn't the one who sat down without permission.
"hey" he spoke after seconds of silence, with the sound of the rustles of paper and the chatters of the workers hanging as its own white noise.
"hello?" you breathed eyes still stuck on your work sheets—only your mind wasn't focused on the pages, not anymore.
"are you staying here—all night?" he asked eyeing the empty cup of tea besides you.
"probably" you spoke stifling a comedically timed yawn.
"you want to walk back with me?" he said before he could over-think the words coming out his mouth.
"i'm fine right here" you finally look up—expecting him to back off, to take the hints you'd been so easily throwing at him.
instead he stayed in his seat—sinking further into it with a nod at your words. your eyes stayed on him—challenging, he held your gaze as if he waiting for you to do something.
"are you not leaving?"
"thought i'd keep you company" he smiled as he ordered his own black tea.
you narrowed your eyes in disbelief and took a breath to compose yourself, he couldn't be serious..
"i don't need company" you responded with a sweet venom-laced smile, he smiled with a tilt to his head.
"you have mine anyway" he said easily—as if those words wasn't something you would've dreamed of weeks ago.
[ NOW PLAYING > FALLEN STAR ]
he was trying to be your friend again but you knew your friendship was never just that—it strived on touches neither of you wanted to pull from—contact you so deeply craved after convincing yourself you wouldn't.
but you didn't feel guilty for wanting those things, because he was just jungwon—but now, he was her jungwon.
which is also why you couldn't fathom how he could be here—in this position, you knew your feelings were painfully obvious—your reaction to their relationship only made that clearer.
"how can you do this to her?" you said before you could stop yourself.
if he felt any forms of guilt—anger or defence he hid it well.
"what am i doing?" he responded slowly, it felt almost mocking—as if he had no clue at all.
"i'm not going to spell it out for you" you spoke with a clenched jaw as you shoved your things into your bag and swiftly left the cafe.
the clacks of both your shoes were the only noise in the other-wise clear air.
"speak to me y/n" his voice soft and warm, the kind that had the power to soften your roughened edges.
he trailed behind you as you walked with a mission, this was where he would finally leave, was what you thought as you reached the river—you took a definitive turn to walk towards your designated spot.
only he was still here, "what are you doing?" you finally turned with frustration bubbling through you.
"speak to me.. please" he repeated again, in that same voice.
"what do you want me to say? that i don't understand why you're still talking to me—as if we can be friends—we can't" you let out finally.
"why can't we be?" he asked.
"you have a fucking girlfriend jungwon" you spat.
"so?" he walked closer to you.
"what the fuck.." you scoffed turning away from him, he grabbed your arm pulling you closer to him—turning you to face him again.
"that doesn't mean we can't be friends" he said, peering into your eyes, before you could shake yourself out of his grasp.
"does she know?" you responded quickly, not letting any silence settle.
"yes, she does".
"does she know everything?" you emphasized.
any girlfriend surely wouldn't let her boyfriend be friends with someone they almost kissed.
"she knows everything" he reiterated—only now did you notice his hand still hanging onto your arm.
you nodded, beyond confused—still with that same raw ache that only presented itself to you in his presence, his arm on you still felt far too intimate.
"i'll prove it to you" he added after seeing your inner conflict.
even if she allowed this friendship—you couldn't, not when you knew you craved more than his friendship could ever offer.
but even with the cold exterior you had on for him, you didn't tell him you couldn't allow it.
"fine, we'll see"
because space is easier when only you're aware of it.
he gave you real unfiltered smile, of relief—the kind that was currently making you feel guilty. you once again expected his words to be forgotten—erased with time, what you didn't expect was yuri herself talking to you about this.
she showed up at your dorm with a polite knock to your door and a stomach churning.
"hey can we talk?"
you sat on your bed patting the space besides you as she closed the door behind her, "look i'm gonna cut the bullshit and get to the point, i'm really cool with you being friends with jungwon—i know you had feelings for him and i know you almost kissed"
you couldn't decipher the exact course your emotions took—one of them was a stinging, stuck in your throat—that he had told someone something either of you had failed to address with even each other.
"why would you let us be friends? i don't know if you're aware but all of that was still very fresh before you dated" you spoke not bothering to hide your perplex.
"i know, it's simply because i trust you both—you were both my friends before any of this" you stared at her almost waiting for something to break, a crack—but it never came.
"right.." you responded not quite knowing to say at this point.
"you guys can do whatever you did before i was in the picture i'm not just going to ask you to cut off your roommate" she scoffed.
but you were never truly friends, every action had an underplating of your longing for things to change—if he had a girlfriend on the first meeting those course of events wouldn't have even occurred.
"if we almost kissed as friends—roommates.. do you really want us to do whatever we did before?" you raised an eyebrow now your confusion only deepening with each sentence. her expression didn't change, not once.
"truly i'm not strict y/n just don't kiss obviously" she laughed as though this was all some funny inconvenience. you just gawked in pure disbelief as she switched the topic to some off-topic party she was inviting you to with no mention of the prior conversation again.
you realised as she talked about clothes and drinks that you had never once seen them so much as hold hands—not that you wanted to see that or that it mattered, you were by no means judging their relationship—but you couldn't help but make the observation.
not long after that you got changed for the party, only opting to go because jake had begged with his big eyes and pout—you sat in the centre of the sofa nursing a half full glass of an alcohol you couldn't name.
sunghoon and ni-ki were stood leant against the sofa debating some game you weren't engaged in enough to name—yuri and juliana were whispering intensely about something in the kitchen.
[ NOW PLAYING > HOUSE OF CARDS ]
and you were teasing jake about his inability to handle his liquor—already noticing the light tinge of red on the tips of his cheeks, as he groaned in annoyance you felt a dip in the sofa besides you and a leg flush against yours—you turned to see the culprit, jungwon with his head tilted looking over you with his pretty glistening eyes.
you averted your head after sending a corporate smile—immediately focusing on the drink in front of you, he looked with you before softly wrapping his hand around the glass—pulling it gently from your grasp and bringing it up to his plush lips—taking a sip.
"mmm" he hummed as his tongue darted out—licking the remnants from his lips—eyes still trained on yours.
something in your stomach flipped—harsh, you managed a tight lipped smile as you placed your hand over his on the cup, taking it back into your hold.
yeah.. this was not going to work.
you gave it a subtle couple minutes before excusing yourself from his overwhelming touch to top up your drink, you felt his eyes follow you with a slightly darkened gaze.
the party was a typical house party at the home of someone you couldn't name—with the bass of the music bouncing off the walls and the lights dimmed enough but not too much.
you grabbed a random cup of a drink to further the harsh buzz you already felt, this night was a night of letting go—a night to live without a plan or a designated time to get home.
you conversed with random women complimenting them on their outfits, danced with your friends—but never without that familiar prickle on your nape, the one that only presented itself when you felt as though you were being watched. you settled yourself onto the end of an empty sofa with a drink someone had brought to keep your high going.
"hi beautiful" you heard a voice settle besides you along with the momentary sink of the plush sofa.
"hey jay!" you responded with a tilt to your head and a look you only reserved for shameless flirting on nights you couldn't recall.
"i missed you" he smirked inching closer, whispering close to your ear.
"oh really?" you smiled leaning closer.
"how could i not?" his breath tickled your ear as he snaked an arm around the back of the sofa.
you looked around the room—looking over nothing at particular with hazed over lens as he whispered words you could only giggle at, until your eyes fell on jungwon, his jaw was tight—his eyes were dark, his cup was slightly indented as if he was fighting every urge not to crush it right there.
you held his eye contact as jay's hand drifted from the back of the sofa to your shoulder—your arm before settling on your waist, you averted your gaze looking back up to the man before you.
his eyes were shamelessly trained on your lips, waiting for you to give the greenlight—the second you looked at his own slightly pink lips he leant forward—with a hand on your jaw.
and then you felt it, the chorus of complaint your heart was pushing onto you—you ignored it as you had been. whether or not this man was your soulmate didn't concern you, for you were lost in anything but who he was in this moment.
you smelt the alcohol on his lips as you were sure he could too, his lips pushed against yours for barely a second when you felt a hand pull you up, ripping you from his hold.
you barely registered anything as you looked at the hand connecting you to whoever was furiously pulling you to the nearest room. he slammed the door, pushing you against it.
"what the fuck jungwon!?" you spat tilting your head up, he was close enough you could smell his cologne, his nose inches from yours.
"you're kissing random guys now?" he scoffed not moving from his current position, caging you in against the cold wood of the door.
"random? what do you care" you laughed attempting to push him back, he didn't move.
he almost growled at your words, his breathe now fanning your ear as he composed himself, breathing low.
he pulled back, enough to see his eyes hold onto your lips, contemplating—his tongue ran over the span of his bottom lip—angry. you pushed yourself forward, just enough his chest grazed yours—just enough that he could feel every word.
"what do you care" you repeated low, venomous.
his throat bobbed as he breathed heavy against your lips, his hand splayed against your waist—possessive.
"fucking pussy" you shook your head with a mocking scoff—just as you straightened to move out of his grasp—his hand held the back of your head and he pushed your head back by your chin—tilted against the door.
you both breathed heavy against each others lips—parted barely grazing, his hand was imprinting into your jaw.
"say that again" you felt him speak against your lips.
"fucking p-" he closed the space between your lips, hard—you whimpered against his mouth as he kissed you, open mouthed—messy, he groaned low as he tasted you—his tongue whirled against yours as his hand released your jaw, it ran along the curve of your back settling on your lower back, he pushed against your body into the imprint straining against his pants.
he whimpered loud and unrestrained into your mouth as a gasp left your lips without permission, you pulled back just enough to get a glimpse of him in this state—his tongue lolled out as he caught his breath.
your heart was still—not screaming or thrashing against it's restraints, instead beating hard—with a thrill it only craved further.
months of back and forths, of stolen touches led to this, to a single vulnerable moment neither of you could pull away from—you could blame it on the alcohol, just a drunken mistake but you knew better.
he watched as you looked up at him with a gleam of pure fevour—he felt himself slip in that moment, his mind reducing into a puddle.
"driving me fucking crazy" he groaned as he pulled you up against the door, you made a noise in-between that of a gasp and a whimper as you wrapped your legs around him—your dress hiking up giving him access to the plush of your ass against his hands, his lips attacked you, his tongue battled yours hungrily, the only sounds in the room being your sinful noises mixed with the sound of his tongue sucking yours—pulling away with a slick pop and a string of saliva connecting you both.
his hips ground up into you as his lips kissed your jaw—chin and then licking against your ear before gasping and grunting sweetly.
"baby i can feel how wet you are" he whispered low, you whined in response pulling his head back by his hair and suckling on his bottom lip making him mewl against you.
you could feel how big he was even against the layers—your panties were beyond flooded with your arousal, you felt your stomach tightening as his movements grew erratic, he huffed against your lips as your own hips rolled down—desperate.
one hand left your ass—moving to where your bodies met, he drew fast rhythmic circles over your panties where your clit sat—aching to be touched. "f-fuck—i'm so close" you breathed. broken sounds fell from your lips against his as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap
"yeah? fuck- c-cum with me baby" he breathed before a final roll of your hips undid you both, the coil snapped hard—his hips stuttered with a shuddering groan and your name on repeat as though it was all he knew.
he held you as you slumped in his hold—head falling to his shoulder as you both caught your breath.
you finally lifted your head after however long of breathing against each other—in his arms. he set you down and smoothed over your dress as you sighed against the back of the door, his hand came up and cupped your jaw—he held it—gentle almost loving.
his eyes held a softness and spark you'd only seen in the moments you believed there could be more, his lips curved up before he pressed a sweet kiss against your lips—you kissed back.
[ NOW PLAYING > NOPE YOUR TOO LATE I ALREADY DIED ]
for a time you had forgotten where you were, who you were—who he was, only in that kiss did it hit you, he wasn't yours—not really.
you were kissing a man who belonged to someone else. you felt your stomach lurch as you pushed him away, your head spun—partly because of the alcohol but mainly because you felt disgust creep into your body—chills.
"y/n?" jungwon watched as your eyes darted with furrowed eyebrows—your breathing was shaky. you shook your head attempting to push open the door, only for him to stop you.
"just speak to me-" you looked at him incredulously, the hatred spinning through your body was mainly directed at yourself—but as you looked at him you couldn't help but feel disgust at him—hatred at him for so easily cheating on his girlfriend, the same one who had trusted you both to keep to yourselves.
"i'm more than this—i'm more than a side bitch, and yuri- she deserves so much better.. from both of us" your eyes pricked with tears, he shook his head.
"that's not—just please hear me out, you're not a side anything i only want you-" you scoffed as your tears fell—not wanting to hear another word you ripped the door open and pushed yourself through a group of people—hidden from him.
you found a bathroom and let yourself calm down, the only thought in your mind right now was finding yuri, the guilt ate at your heart as the tears fell, your chest hammered with a pain no one could comfort.
you had never felt so lost, your tears were for the loss of your respect for yourself—the pain you were going to cause—the people you'd lose and for losing yourself, you wanted to believe this was far from who you were—but right now you weren't so sure.
because in that moment you hadn't thought of yuri once, your mind never once flipped to the person you were hurting most.
so you wiped your tears and cleaned yourself up and then you opened the door and went to find jake.
"where's yuri?" you spoke over the music, suddenly feeling the harsh sting of a head-ache behind your eyes, the noise of people, the light all becoming entirely too overwhelming. jake turned his head to you—taking in your glazed over reddened eyes—and something between pain—defeat and disassociation.
"she went back to ours—with juliana, said it was the closest place and she felt sick" he spoke. you nodded and turned towards the door, his hand grabbed yours before you could start walking.
"are you okay?" you paused, just long enough to send doubt to his head and then sent him a tight lipped smile and stiff nod before setting off, only he trailed behind with worry in his brows. you finally reached your apartment after much overthinking and a lot of anxiety, the alcohol was just a buzz in the form of that same head-ache.
you opened the door to loud music blasting in your ears and walked through the hall, looking around for any signs of life—except you found it faster than you thought.
yuri sat on the sofa with her lips on juliana's. you stood still with your jaw dropped to the ground, jake walked up next to you—catching your expression before seeing the reason for it, his eyes followed yours before matching your dropped jaw.
jake composed himself first and coughed—loud, their heads snapped up, you had no idea what to think at this point your prior guilt and self-loathing filtered into a state of utter confusion.
neither of them spoke, just gawking—looking between each other with fear written all over them.
"so.. i came here to tell you that jungwon and i..uhm well—we" you scrunched your nose in discomfort, becoming too aware of the amount of people in the vicinity.
"i know" yuri spoke first, she looked at juliana who only nodded.
"look i wanted to tell you earlier but i was so scared—i really didn't know how to do this and i know i fucked up—but jungwon and i aren't dating, it was fake..i love juliana, i asked him if we could fake it, only because our maid caught us and my mom would approve of me dating him...but she would never approve of me and juliana—i made sure he didn't tell anyone and i know how badly he wanted to... i'm so sorry" she spoke fast, with tears in her eyes—and a shake to her voice.
you let out a breath—you felt their eyes on you waiting for you to speak but you couldn't find the words, so you opted to nodding and locking yourself in your room—overwhelmed with emotions, stuck in a frenzy of all the events that occurred in the last couple hours.
you showered away the grime from that day and got changed into your favourite jumper and pyjama pants, deciding to get some fresh air.
you wrapped yourself in a coat and slipped out—ignoring the people scattered around the room because you were afraid of that confrontation—afraid of all the conclusions you had failed to come to.
as you walked you tried thinking it all over, yes he wanted to tell you—yes you understood why he couldn't, it wasn't his place.
but he could've left you alone—he could have let you push away instead of trying to pull you back with the knowledge of how complicated it all was, knowing he couldn't tell you but still playing with your feelings.
you also knew that you wouldn't have wanted him to let you push away.
your mind ached with confusion as you walked along the river, leaning forward against the railing. the water swayed back and forth—imperfect ripples dancing throughout. you looked into it for answers—to tell you how to navigate this without losing your mind completely.
you huffed into the air as you sat with an odd sense of calm, you felt a drop land on your head—and of course you had nothing to protect you from it.
[ NOW PLAYING > MA MEILLEURE ENNEMIE ]
with no attempt to move you felt a couple more drops and then a shadow, you looked up to see a clear umbrella hovering over your head.
jungwon stood beside you with a hat on and an unreadable expression—something along the lines of adoration, a slight worry and pure unadulterated pining.
for a moment you just looked at each other, trying to figure out how this would go—you noticed the furrow in his brow, not angry, not confused, a furrow that made him look at you as if he was scared you'd disappear if he stopped looking.
his eyes looked slightly glossed over, sparkly as though he was from a dream.
"thanks" you spoke under your breath—the patters of ran fell against the plastic as you felt a light tension that only presented itself in his presence, not the bad kind—just a clear shift.
"i saw you leave, guessed you'd come here" he spoke.
"why'd you come?" you looked over the railing again, not catching him wince.
"i know you must be confused right now, i wanted to be here—and i wanted to apologise.. for lying to you, for making this so much more complicated than it had to be—y/n i am so sorry" he turned to face you completely, eyes boring into yours with guilt.
you nodded, unable to think of a response "so much has happened..i'm mainly angry" you started.
"i'm angry at myself for letting anything happen with you.. while yuri-"—"we weren't together" he interrupted, you turned to him and shook your head—blowing air through your nose.
"that doesn't matter! i thought you were and i still let it happen.. and i don't know how i could do that, i believed you were together and i didn't think about yuri once" you sighed—frustrated.
"y/n i know why that happened" he said fast, as though he didn't know if he should say it.
"what are you talking about?" you asked. he looked at you with a mixture of fear and anticipation, he stepped closer—under the umbrella.
"i can't breathe when i'm around you—i was scared of losing you, which is why i didn't come here after that night" he breathed in, as if to compose himself.
"i couldn't bring myself to..-" he shook his head, tightening his lips together before breathing out—he stepped forward, close enough you could see the sheen over his eyes—close enough you could count his eyelashes.
"i love you.. if you could take all the words in the language—it still wouldn't describe how much i love you, if you could put all those words together, it still wouldn't describe what i feel for you.. what i feel for you, is everything, i love you more than everything".
"everything?" you felt a tear you hadn't anticipated running down your cheek.
he smiled, sweet and soft—with a curve to his dimples and cupped your face with his free hand, running his thumb over your tears.
"everything" he nodded, you let out a laugh full of relief—he returned the laugh with his own, you inched forwards—he tilted his head, eyes now focused on your lips. he leaned forward—pressing his lips to yours delicate—loving, he pressed harder against your lips, his hand sliding to your nape—pressing just enough so you could feel how long he'd been waiting for this.
you cupped his face pressing a final peck to his lips before pulling away with a shy smile, his face was still inches from yours, now sporting a pink flush.
"i love you jungwon" you whispered between you both, as a promise as much as a confession.
his smile widened, he looked off to the side as if to compose himself and then he giggled dropping his head to your shoulder.
[ NOW PLAYING > LOVERS ]
"i think we're soulmates" he whispered—clearly without thinking.
your breathing stopped as you remembered your previous revelation, the beginning of your soulmate dreams. he lifted his head up from your shoulder—slowly, looking over everything inch of your face as he heard your breath falter.
"we couldn't stay away from each other, because we're soulmates" he held your gaze.
"yeah, you didn't think about yuri, not because you're a bad or selfish person—but because that was the first time your heart beat with me—..the first time our hearts beat together" he placed his hand over your heart.
"you know, she even said she doesn't expect us to stay away from each other" he joked—but your mind was somewhere far from here.
"what if we're not" you blurted out. he only smiled, looking as though you'd said the most endearingly—stupid thing possible.
"baby, soulmate or not you're stuck with me, i choose you—every time" you stifled a giggle at his words, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
"that night we found each other, in the kitchen—that wasn't coincidence, i refuse to believe any of this was" he spoke slowly.
"let's go home" he pulled you close—whispering into your hair.
as those words left his mouth, lips against your hair—you felt content, you felt the ache you'd be harbouring in your heart lift, at first the comfort scared you—because nothing was made to last.
but there was beauty in the fear, for every irrational thought, you felt him—like an orb of light—strung between you, wrapping you together—not noticeable, not claustrophobic—just a presence. you both felt it in the pats of the water—in the freshly rained air, it was devastatingly beautiful.
that night you walked home, hand in hand under the little clear umbrella—occasionally bumping shoulders and bickering after trying to force him under the plastic.
once you got home and heard that familiar click, you got ready for the night, before being pulled into jungwon's room with gentle hands. of course you'd been in here before—but only with jake. his perfectly clean room with grey sheets and a little plant on the desk next to the stack of books, you couldn't help but notice that red scarf hanging on a hook by his wardrobe.
"sleep here tonight?" he looked to you with pleading eyes, no one could say no to that face.
you had barely nodded before he was pulling you down to the bed, paired with a mischievous giggle your heart could only swell at. he pulled you so you were almost on top of him, the moonlight spilled through the window—carving a shadow over his face.
one hand on your cheek, the other splayed around your waist—he held you as though he wouldn't get the chance again, his lips pressed to each inch of your face, spilling sweets into your ears. you fell asleep in his arms, to the sound of his honey voice whispering words he'd only dreamt of speaking to you.
his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin on your shoulder—he felt you hum against him as he pressed a sweet kiss against your jaw, only now he saw you clearly—through his eyes.
you found me.
your eyes fluttered open to the feeling of a hand brushing over your cheek—as they adjusted to the light a sleepy jungwon came into view.
"sorry, your hair was in the way" he whispered with an apologetic pout.
you only smiled lazily, stretching as you nuzzled into his neck eliciting a comfortable hum from him. "how long have you been awake?" you spoke muffled.
"maybe 10 minutes, you're a pretty sleeper" he said with rasp, pressing a kiss to your temple. you nudged your nose against his neck in protest before remembering your dream, seconds before you woke up.
you believed jungwon when he told you he'd choose you, that didn't mean you weren't allowed to worry bringing up your dream.
"baby?" you whispered, tilting your head just enough so he could hear you clearly.
he tilted his head away with a hand over his face, cheeks clearly turning red even as he hid his face. "that's new" he choked as you laughed, he attempted to composed himself with a cough.
"yes y/n?" he turned to look down at you "did you happen to have a dream last night?" you spoke quietly between you, watching over his every expression, his face morphed from light confusion to recognition.
he turned to you completely and cupped your face between his hands.
"you found me"
he pulled you closer to him, as you breathed out in relief, all you could do was take in each and every detail of his face with a profound joy no one could describe, a feeling you didn't think you'd get the clarity to enjoy.
"there's no one i'd rather be destined to" he whispered as he stroked your jaw. in a way you thought you'd felt all this before—all in your dreams but in your dreams you'd wake up alone, wondering when you'd feel it all, really feel it—in the world and not in your head.
you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his slowly, he hummed pulling your body impossibly closer.
"thank you soulmate" you spoke between kisses, he giggled—sweet.
[ NOW PLAYING > LES ]
after a lot of cuddling and kisses you begrudgingly got up—out of jungwon's death grip, you tiptoed out of his room into your own and decided to do some cleaning—as you folded the last of your washing, you laid some clothes out on your bed, grabbing your towel for a shower.
you pulled your curtains back, letting the morning glow wash over your room—soft rays fanning over the room in a pattern against each surface. as you stood out watching the life outside your windows, you felt hands creep around your waist—yelping out at the foreign feeling.
"jungwon! you scared me" you gasped—"mm i'm sorry baby" he spoke before pulling you into a kiss, you hummed into it as he deepened it slowly—walking back, you made an unintentional gasp-whine as the back of your legs pressed into the bed.
he swallowed your noises, hands wandering up your waist—your own pulled onto the back of his head, raking through his hair. he whined into your mouth loud—unfiltered.
"you're addicting" he breathed in-between kisses, your tongues traced each others, both spurring each other on with each noise.
"baby i was gonna shower" you giggled after pulling away to breathe, he shook his head for a split second a light bulb practically appearing above his head, he took your hand and pulled you to the bathroom—with a clear problem in his pants..
"let's shower then" he tilted his head, pulling you back into a deep—messy kiss, pushing his hands into your hips, you laughed at his boldness as your hands reached behind you to lock the door.
you parted just for a second to start the shower before capturing his lips again, hands toying at the hem of his shirt—he pulled it over his head as you pulled your sleep shorts off, kicking them somewhere in the bathroom. you took in his toned—golden chest, letting out a breath. he smirked at your reaction, you leaned in pressing kisses to his cheeks "so pretty".
he pulled your top over your head—his lips parted as he pulled you closer towards him, pressing small kisses to your collarbones—shoulders.
"my beautiful girl" he spoke looking over the details on your face—the crease in your cheeks as you smiled at his words, the love swirled with desire in your eyes. you felt your stomach twist as you scanned over the large imprint over his joggers, he kicked them off as you stepped over the ledge into the shower.
you gasped at the chill of the water, as you turned to change it jungwon turned you back towards him.
"don't bother" he grinned, pushing his darkened blonde hair back—your back pressed against the cool wall as he pressed his length against you, you caught sight of his painfully hard dick, mouth watering.
"not yet" he whispered before shoving his tongue into your mouth—pressing his fingers over your slit, you gasped against his mouth. he hummed, teasing—rubbing over your leaking cunt.
"don't fucking tease" you whined, teeth grit. he only chuckled—dark and taunting. "or what?" he licked against your ear.
your words got caught in your throat as he shoved two fingers deep into you with no remorse, you moaned loud as the cold water soothed the heat surging through you.
"shh baby, wouldn't want jake to hear your pretty noises now would we?" he mocked as he curled his fingers perfectly—repeatedly against your gummy walls.
your lips formed a pout as you bit your bottom lip—shaking your head with a whine mouth closed. your hand shook as you held the wall with enough pressure to drain the colour from it, the other on his shoulder—holding on for dear life.
he bent his knees, tilting down with his fingers thrusting in and out—his lips captured the peak of your tit with a low groan tearing into the mixed echoes of the room. his groans and your whines mingled with the sound of water hitting the two of you—it was truly filthy.
his tongue twirled over your tits as he alternated, finally letting them rest as his thumb joined the torment, transfixing on your clit. he straightened his legs—pressing your cheeks together to lick into your mouth, kissing you open mouthed. a low mewl tore from your throat into his mouth. you felt your stomach threaten to snap, cunt tightening around his relentless fingers.
"don't you dare" he whispered against your lips, eyes black with desire. he pumped his fingers harder, faster.
"i-mmph' i can't" you gasped, he dropped down to his knees as your legs shook hard, replacing his thumb with his lips—he sucked and licked against your clit. his eyes locked onto yours as his lips worked on you alongside his fingers, sinful noises shook through the room as he undid whatever he said about being quiet, with his mouth.
"cum-on-my-tongue" he breathed in-between sucks, with one final simultaneous curl to his finger and flick of his tongue you came.
you came hard with a drawn out scream, jungwon ate up your arousal through your high with enthusiastic moans of his own, your legs buckled as the heat rose through your body. he finally came up as you started twitching—overstimulated.
he pressed his lips against yours with a groan as you tasted yourself—you traced your fingers over his stomach working down to his cock, he twitched violently as you wrapped your palm around it—applying pressure.
he hissed at the contact and then hiked your leg up, around his waist. he grabbed your hand placing it back on his shoulder before wrapping his own hand around himself—teasing his reddened tip against your entrance.
he pushed in an inch, slowly—watching your every expression with parted lips and groans. your breath stuttered as he inched further and further in, until he bottomed out with a sweet whine against your ear.
you gasped as you adjusted, head against the wall—he kissed your ear, jaw—finally nipping on your bottom lip.
"mmph' move please" you whined as his cock twitched inside you, he held eye contact as he experimentally thrust into you, you gasped loud—immediately silencing yourself with closed eyed.
"open your eyes" he spoke as he thrusted again—his free hand started pinching at your nipples as he bounced you rhythmically.
your noises loudened as he pumped faster—harder into you, with his darkened eyes trained on yours, his own resolve breaking as whines spilled out, his fingers left your nipples—working on your puffy clit.
you cried out just as you felt your stomach tightening, for your second orgasm.
"y/n! are you good i heard you scream?!"
your head snapped to the door in fear hearing jake through the door, you looked at jungwon's face—only to see his eyes darken further with each moment, his once parted lips now upturned into a sly grin. he immediately tightened his grip on you, fucking up into you at an animal pace—your jaw dropped as you clamped a hand over your mouth.
"can feel your pussy sucking me in, you fucking like this?" he chuckled low into your ear, you clenched harder at his words, his hips stuttered as he sighed through his nose—as if to compose himself.
"go on, answer-him" he spoke with grit teeth—you slowly released the hand over your mouth, teeth now sunk into your lip.
"m-i'm—fine, slipped!" you choked out as jungwon's cock slammed into you, your vision slipping as tears rolled out unknown to you.
"okay.. be careful!" he shouted and then you heard the door to your room close.
as if on cue the coil snapped, hard—you saw white as you came for the second time, jungwon's head fell to your shoulder as he rode out his own high with a violent stutter to his hips and a drawn out groan as he filled your cunt with his milky cum.
you both gasped for air, he pulled out with a grunt as you hissed at the sensitivity, the gasps slowly dying down into deep breaths as the cool water washed away the sin and heat.
you felt his lips press kisses from your collarbone to your lips, pecking a few times with a dazed lazy smile. you both stood under the showerhead—whispering i love you's between kisses.
you washed each other, taking your sweet time—that was until you felt wave of sleep attack your eyelids, which prompted jungwon to swiftly pull you out and wrap you in a towel—making you do your skincare as he pulled out pyjamas for you. you got changed as jungwon sprinted to his own room, he came back within minutes to join you, he sunk into the bed besides you with a drawn out sigh as he pulled you into him.
your relationship with jungwon didn't fill any void, it didn't make you feel more accomplished—it added to the joy you already felt, you didn't need him to better your life—he added betterment without it being a necessity.
as a soulmate jungwon fit into place with ease, the changes that came with your relationship wasn't overwhelming—he was attentive without being overbearing, your wish was his command even without wishing—always thoughtful, with your shared teas becoming more frequent, often waking to them waiting for you on the kitchen island.
he did however have a hard time keeping his hands off you, during movie night or in public, of course jake had noticed the shift—unbeknownst to you he saw it in the way jungwon no longer looked at you how he did, he used to look at you as though he'd have to savour it—looking away almost as quickly as his eyes landed on you.
now his eyes lingered—they watched over your figure, sometimes with a deep fulfilment, other times as a predatory up and down.
what jake didn't know, was the soulmate news. he had no idea you were destined for each other. which you weren't trying to keep a secret but you hadn't quite known the best time to bring it up.
and you certainly hadn't expected it to come out when you assumed jake wasn't home.
you stood with your back to the room, making a drink as the tv played some animal documentary into the otherwise silent room. you huffed in faux annoyance as jungwon slid in behind you—resting his head on the blade of your shoulder as an amused noise left his mouth.
his hands slid around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek—you turned your head enough to meet his lips, humming into an all too sweet kiss.
"morning soulmate" he spoke as you turned yourself around, hands leaning on the counter behind you—his hands traced your waist as you turned pulling you into another kiss, as you pulled back from his lips your words got lost on your tongue—a shell-shocked jake stood at the island.
his jaw dropped with a shopping bag in hand, jungwon followed your shocked expression to jake's—his own face falling.
"soulmates?!" he gawked looking between you both, you walked over to him setting the bag on the island and propping yourself up on it.
"yeah, um we've only known for a couple days.." you started as he continued looking between you both.
"alright i knew you were together or-or something! but soulmates?" he stammered, jungwon had walked over at this point standing besides you as you talked.
"wait, pause—did we make it that obvious?" you responded.
"well yeah? he looks at you like he's allowed to now, also you did kinda hint something happened when we caught yuri and juliana.." he raised an eyebrow as jungwon choked looking around the room.
"we have a lot of catching up to do" you sighed as he punched jungwon's shoulder making him groan out who only nodded with his lips tightened into a line.
"i deserved that.."
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time moved as your relationship progressed, each day melting together in a comfortable rhythm—jungwon found a new way to show his devotion towards you each day. sometimes he'd show up after your classes with a paper cup of your favourite tea—other times he had pulled you to your river, talking about finding the stray cat he had ran into.
you fell into a unspoken routine, having sleepovers every so often—sometimes you'd fall asleep early and wake up to a sleepy jungwon nestled into your back. he insisted on walking you to your classes each morning—even if he didn't have any.
your friends hadn't questioned the change at all, they welcomed it with open arms—all of them had pretty much seen it coming, they even went so far as to give those couple months you'd spent pining a name, the yearning trials..
yuri had also apologised many times in her own way, often sending flowers before you stopped her, telling her you understood—it was a cycle of pain for everyone.
nothing changed with jake—if anything he took your relationship as an opportunity to tease jungwon when he'd inevitably be caught lacking, leaving jungwon a flushed mess trying to convince you both he wasn't embarrassed. however burying his head into your shoulder denied that.
he also often walked into interesting scenes at the dorms.
one time he walked in to you baking, with jungwon on washing up duty, quickly coming to the conclusion baking wasn't for him—he beat each substance into the dish with zero patience of his own, you had to take the bowl from him in the same manner you would taking a toy from a child.
the last couple days you had felt slight unease, everything flowed the same—your life was beyond magical, except there was a little tingle in your spine that suggested otherwise.
you noticed it in the way jungwon looked slightly worried anytime you went near his desk, also not letting you grab his glasses for him—mumbling a vague excuse about being comfy on you, except he had complained about having to get them.
after some particularly tiring classes you kicked off your shoes and shrugged off your jacket as you trudged into your room, walking in to a little pink paper sat on your pillow.
come to the roof
slightly ominous.. but you easily knew who it was from the writing. a smile graced your lips as you slipped on your shoes and ran up the stairs. you pushed open the door immediately being hit with a slight chill—and jungwon sat on a blanket, barely being able to contain his smile as you sauntered over.
"what's this?" you laughed as you slid in next to him, he pulled you close by your shoulder—pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"so you remember when you asked me to the gala" he wiggled his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes.
"unfortunately" you said with a dropped voice.
"would you like to go with me y/n?" he spoke between you, low and shy.
"baby tickets would be long gone by now" you smiled as you kissed his nose.
he pulled out two pink tickets between his fingers as if he was holding a card—mischief riddled in his wide eyes.
"how did you-" you gasped.
"i got them the day before you asked me.. because i wanted to ask you" he whispered between you, his eyes crossed over your face before landing on your own—staring so deeply, with his head slightly tilted.
"of course i'll go with you, thank you baby" you tilted your head forward—just enough so your nose was nudging his.
"everything?"
"everything."
had to reference the anime that broke my heart for the first time.
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