going from innocent love making to nasty fucking, like rabbits in heat. requested by anon :)
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: shyinnocent!jungwon x shyinnocent!femreader to freaky!jungwon and freaky!reader
SMUT, established relationship, little bit of fluff, loss of virginity, dom!won x sub!reader, missionary, 69, face sitting, exhibitionism, praise!kink (fem!receiving), oral (fem & male receiving), hair pulling, mention of safe word and use of tapping as safe word method, squirting, choking (fem!receiving)!, oral fixation, not proofread (2.8k words)
boyfriend!jungwon who has a reputation of being a sweetheart. big eyes and a smile that holds the power to melt the coldest glaciers. he couldn't stop blushing when he confessed his feelings to you, hands shaking while holding out the carefully picked out bouquet. even after you two got together you could feel the slight tremble of your interlinked fingers.
boyfriend!jungwon wanted to be your first time to be in missionary to see your beautiful face and make sure you're well the entire time
he asked all of his friends, went on every article that talked about "how to make your first time memorable". poor boy was haunted by anything going wrong in his sleep, but he wanted to make sure it was perfect since it was both of yours first times :( when it actually happened he was so so nervous, every second sentence was a "are you sure this is okay?" or "do you want to stop?". he's just so unbelievably happy that you feel safe enough to let him see you like this oh my sweet boy :( hearing your small little gasps turning into shy moans did things to him (and his dick) that he didn't even knew were possible. it was incredibly vanilla, shy kisses, innocent touches and small giggles but it was sweet and perfect. afterwards he held you closer than he's ever done before, lips never leaving your cheek or temple. he's full on nuzzling you, he gets incredibly clingy :')
boyfriend!jungwon who goes on a reddit deep dive with you after you tried the #basics
yes, he enjoyed a good missionary fuck or the occasional cowgirl. it's nice, it's intimate and he loves it. BUT he cannot stop wondering what more there is to try. so one night, when you two were just laying on the couch, your head rested against the crook of his neck, just dozing away he opens up reddit. "baby," he presses a little kiss on your head and you stir, "come look at this." you turn — and are greeted with 50 positions that you HAVE to try with your partner. "what on earth is a maternity- no wait mating press?" you mumble and he shrugs. one google search later, both of your eyes were wide open. "i am....." he starts. "...intruiged." you finish his sentence. you two eye each other, smiled spreading on both of your faces before you jump up and run to the bedroom.
boyfriend!jungwon cannot stop giggling at first when you try new positions.
the first time you tried 69 mans was GIGGLING into your pussy, the position was too silly to him. "won be serious, this was your idea." you mumble, hand squeezing his cock and he moans. " sorry baby, i just keep thinking of the memes." now, you can't have this man thinking about memes when your pretty pussy hovers rights above him so without further thought you just sit down on him — no warning and his face has become your seat. and jungwon enters heaven, his nose on your clit, mouth on your precum drenched cunt and all thoughts of unseriousness GONE! and when your mouth simultaneously is in his dick, moaning around because he's absolutely devouring you and slobbering your juices (it's literally running down his chin YUM) he only gets more eager, licking away at your folds and you meet him with enthusiastic bobs of your head and tongue swirls around his dick <33
another time, the position didn't even have a name, he eventually just got incredibly creative with it. it seemed like it was his mission to bend your body and intertwine himself with you until you couldn't be untangled. your head flat on the bed, body half twisted, you couldn't even decipher where one of his legs is. his hand was, the romantic that he is, entangled with yours and you give it a slight tug. "wonie, baby, i don't know if this is working." you giggle and his head snaps up. "you're not feeling good, baby?" worry coated his voice and you melted. "no, i just can't really feel you IN me babe." his face drops and he immediately detangles himself from you "now we can't have that," he mumbles, "need you fucking filled with me." he's dead serious and it's the most hilarious thing you've seen. "you won't be laughing for long..." he mutters, sly grin on his face. that man will devote his life to get you moaning and begging.
boyfriend!jungwon who keeps a list of things to try and literally whips it out when you're about to get down and dirty lol
"wait, baby" he pants into your ear as he has you pressed against the glass window that over looks the city. exhibitionism was on the list today and he has you high up against the window, technically for the entire city to see. "let me just..." he reaches back, cock still drilling into you as he reaches for his phone. it looks absolutely ridiculous, he's absolutely destroying your insides with his tongue poking out since his face id isn't working. "there." he exclaims with joy, you feel his hand tangling your hair and a tug. the delicious sting of your pulled hair and the feeling of him deep inside you earning eager moans from you. "there we fucking go, princess. don't you just look fucking gorgeous falling apart on me." which brings me to the next point!!
boyfriend!jungwon loves to praise you and goes absolutely feral when you get more vocal at his sweet degration
it started out innocent. he simply wanted to make sure you knew how nice you feel, how much he loves you. but with more filthy positions came more swear words from him, so a "gosh you're so pretty, you feel so good for me" turned into a "you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen, sweet pussy made for my cock, look at you swallowing me. you love going dumb on my cock don't you baby?". ughhh and you whine so deliciously, head shyly turning away, which he cannot tolerate, so he grabs your face, more roughly than he anticipated but when he noticed you moaning at the feeling of his fingertips digging into the flesh of your cheek, he discovered something new about you. from that moment on he makes it his mission to make you moan a little louder than last time, adding another finger, stimulating your clit in a different way or licking and sucking away at the sweet spot on your neck :3 he especially loves making you loud in places where you SHOULDN'T be loud, he loves the thrill. getting caught is not something he wants, you're for his eyes only but it's a nice little challenge he likes to give you. because sweet girls who do well get extra sweet treatment ><
boyfriend!jungwon feels like he just committed treason when you end up not liking something new :(
turns out you don't like something and he full on stops "do you want some space?" immediately withdrawing any skin contact, "no, no won i want you, this just wasn't it for me today. maybe some other time?" you pout, guilt eating away at you. "baby, hey," he coos, hands cradling your face. "you never have to feel bad for saying no, i need you to tell me when even the slightest thing doesn't feel right for you, otherwise i don't have fun either. this is a you and me thing." leaning in, he peppers a few kisses across your cheek and nose, making you giggle. "what does my sweet girl want to do, hm? want me to eat you out so you run your pretty little head off?" at that your eyes sparkle and he grins. big hands guide you to lay flat on your back as he positions himself between your knees. soft kisses adore your inner thighs as he makes his way to your dripping hole.
boyfriend!jungwon who then made you sit down and have a chat about a safe word!
whether that is pineapple, the colour system or tapping. he doesn't care WHAT you choose as long AS you choose and use it! and when you used it for the first time he was filled with so much love and pride. you were giving him the blowjob of the century, literally he was grabbing onto the wall, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. he was so lost in the feeling that without thinking, one hand flew down to your hair as he pulled your head closer, his cock impossible deep inside your throat as he snaps his hips toward. you've had him down your throat before (he did lowkey train you) but at some point it's bound to be on much. your moans turn into mumbles as you try to mutter out your discomfort, brain turning into mush at the overstimulation :( weakly, you hit the inside of his thigh a few times, getting his attention. he immediately snaps out of it, releases your hair and slowly pulls out of you to make sure the sudden rush of air doesn't overwhelm you. and yes, he loves to see you pathetic for him, but the sight of you coughing repeatedly makes him so upset. tears fill HIS eyes as he crouches down to your level to scoop you into his arms. "i'm so sorry angel, i should've held back." he mumbles into your hair as he softly strokes it, rocking you back and forth. you manage a hum, throat still to sore to speak and he feels his heart break. he blames himself so much :(( "i'm so proud of you for using our safety methods baby, you did so so well." a thousand kisses adore your forehead. " 's okay wonie" you mumble back, sleepy from the whole experience. "i know you didn't mean to." sweet boy picks you up and carries you to the bed. he watches you drift off to sleep in his arms, checking on the outside for any bruises or scratches. only when he saw tho injuries he allows himself to drift off too, arms tightly wrapped around you and face in your neck, breathing in the smell of you he oh so loves.
boyfriend!jungwon has an obsession with squirting, as soon as he knew it was possible it has become his life mission to find the quickest way to drain all liquid from you.....
the first time it wasn't planned, really it had been quite innocent. after a long day, jungwon just couldn't wait to be inside you and forget about the world for a few hours. everyone had been pissing him off, your pussy the only remedy. one orgasm turned into two and he showed absolutely no signs of stopping. "wonie, 's too much." you lulled out, drunk on the sting of his cock nudging your insides. "i know baby, just one more" he whispered, lips brushing your ears. "i know you can do that for me, hm?" he knew that you'd do anything to make him proud, so you clutched him a little tighter and focused on the hot sensation bubbling up in your abdomen. what you didn't expect, was for him to suddenly press his thumb to your already sensitive clit, rubbing deliberate circles onto the soft bud. your back arched, chest meeting his as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder. "ngh—won! wait," you squealed. "fuckkk, baby you clench so fucking nicely around me." he groaned, lips messily meeting yours, eagerly hushing your desperate gasps and whimpers. "something—, something feels different." you gasp and before you knew it the coil in your stomach snapped and warm liquid spilled down both of your thighs. jungwon stopped all his movements, eyes focused on your pulsing pussy as you writhe around the bed. still in a haze, you looked at him with frightened eyes. "i'm so sorry..." you choked out. "don't know what happened i couldn't stop it i swear!" he still didn't say anything and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. that finally made him snap out of his own haze. "holy shit baby, you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen." his lips met the soft flesh of you chest as he started peppering kisses up to you neck, nipping at it slightly. "you know what you just did? i read about this." he mumbled and you shook your head. "think you just squirted baby, that's like...the biggest fucking compliment ever." your eyes meet and he almost cooed at your innocent expression, teary eyes making you look like an absolute doll. "baby, nooo, you did well, i'm not mad i'm so sorry!" he added, rolling you over so you were on top of him. "sorry my angel, i just didn't expect you to do that." he whispered, playing with a lock of your hair. "didn't know what was happening," you mumbled into his chest and he felt his heart swell. "must've been so scary for you baby, but you did so so well. you could never do anything to upset me angel, okay?" "mhm" you mumble back sleepily, the weight of your orgasm still tingling on your tired out limbs. little did you know that while you were drifting off to dreamland he was thinking how he can get you to do that again next time. oh you were in for a very fun time.
so this one was initiated by you by pure accident. jungwon had your legs bent to your chest as if they were out of jelly while drilling into your poor pussy at a brutal pace (you love it) and you tried your best to hang on to him — which happened to be his neck. you were mindlessly grabbing around, looking for any stability, and your hands instantly wrapped around his neck. without meaning to you squeezed it and jungwon let out the most delicious moan you've heard in a long time. in your fucked out state you didn't even realise what he responded to and just gave him a puzzled look. he didn't even give you a verbal answer, too shocked at the new sensation he was feeling and just put his hand over yours in his neck — only then did you realise what you did. "you like that?" you moaned out, not even seductive on purpose, but he goes wild. the hand on your hip tightened, his own hips snapping into yours even quicker. what stared out as innocent grabbing on him for stability now turned into his hand also finding your throat to keep you from being bratty. in the end it just turned both of you on even more; your brattiness and his desire to keep you in line. it was one of those moments where jungwon realised just how much you both have grown together and gotten insanely fucking freaky :p
boyfriend!jungwon found out he has an oral fixation at the same time you did you have one too.
he sort of trained it into you, without meaning. in the most innocent ways he told you to lick the batter off his finger, wipes the dripped ice cream from your chin and told you to clean it off — it had all been truly innocent! he loved the feeling of your lips on him, it had a peaceful kind of possession attached to it and an incredibly deep connection of trust!! he found his fingers slip near your lips during cuddle sessions, loving how you teasingly bite or nip at the skin. long fingers loving squished your cheeks, slipping into the warmth of your mouth. for him, he loved having his mouth ON you!! it didn't even have to be a kiss, just simply resting his lips against your skin was enough. he was the one that nibbled and licked away at your skin, loving the way you squeaked at the tickling sensation :,) eventually it would also definitely find its way into your sex life. let it be you choking the life out of him as he had you sucking on his fingers — it drove both of you INSANE! he would be eating you out for hours, juices running down your legs and when you eventually have given him the nth orgasm of the day he dips his fingers into your heat, collecting the wetness and slipping it into his mouth. seeing your hazy eyes sparkle at his gesture he repeats the action but guides your juices on his fingers to your mouth. as you now clean your own slick off his fingers, twirling you tongue around the bud of his fingertips, his lips are on you again. kissing, licking, sucking and nipping away at the soft flesh of your body. it was his way of saying that you, your trust, your love. it calmed both of you such innocent way in the end. yes you both love to get down and dirty, any position at any time but you have established such a beautiful trust between each other :(
ʟɪɴꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: innocent to freaky won has a special place in my heart, pls meet me in my bed !
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pairing :: yang jungwon x fem!reader
warnings :: established relationship, fluff, smut, prone bone, kissing, size diff, softdom!jungwon, spit play, squirting, loss of virginity, oral sex, petnames, condescension, dacryphilia, bit gross, not proofread
word count :: 2.1k
a/n :: full Fic here, had to hold back from da omo… we’ll get em Next Time😅
nerd!won who always has to be touching you somehow since you started dating. it’s never anything overly dramatic, just his hand resting on your knee when you’re sitting beside each other, absentmindedly playing with your fingers whilst he’s reading, or tugging you closer against his side when you’re watching something together. none of your friends have ever seen him this affectionate before. heeseung still hasn’t mentally recovered from the time he walked in you two while jungwon was revising, you clinging to him on his lap like a koala, his hand pressed firmly against your back as he leaned forward to scribble nonsensical notes down about object-oriented programming :c
nerd!won who loves when you sit beside him whilst he studies. he doesn’t even care if you’re doing completely different work, or even just watching a movie, he likes knowing you’re there. he’ll glance over at you every few minutes without realising he’s doing it and smile to himself when he notices you’ve fallen asleep against his shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead and gently tucking your hair behind your ears before having to remind himself not to get distracted.
nerd!won who remembers absolutely everything about you. your coffee order changed once six months ago? he remembers. your favourite flavour of absolutely anything? he remembers. you mentioned in passing that you’ve been craving something from the deli across campus? somehow he’s knocking on your apartment door with several of whatever it is in a blue plastic bag :3
nerd!won who unconsciously kisses your forehead whenever he’s thinking. you’ll be talking to him whilst he’s working through something in his head, eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip jutting out in the way it often does when he’s deep in thought, and suddenly he’s pressing a litter of distracted kisses against your temple before finishing your sentence like he’d done absolutely nothing.
nerd!won who eventually lets himself become increasingly needy around you because you’re the only person he’s ever felt comfortable enough to be that way with. if he’s had a particularly long day he’ll quietly wrap himself around you the moment he gets home and refuse to let go for at least half an hour, not that you mind too much anyways :p
nerd!won who gets sooo much more playful when you’re together. everyone always thought he was the quieter one of the two of you until they realised he’s absolutely awful when he’s teasing you. he’ll make the smallest joke aimed at you imaginable and spend the next ten minutes laughing at himself whilst you just stare at him in betrayal, ignoring jay’s wheezing laugh that usually accompanied jungwon’s as you fought back a smile.
nerd!won who still gets a little flustered when he looks at you sometimes. you’ve been dating for over a year and he’ll still have moments where you’re talking to him about absolutely nothing important and he’ll suddenly remember that you’re his girlfriend and have to physically stop himself from smiling too much because how is it that he’s bagged such a beautiful girl :(
nerd!won who has somehow become incapable of sleeping properly without you. so much so that he asked you to move in with him just a few months into your relationship. you declined, only because of his roommates, heeseung and riki, but his request didn’t fall on deaf ears. he ends up moving in with you a few months later, much to his delight, after you sheepishly bring it up when you realised it’d been the ninth day he’d slept over. if you’ve fallen asleep on the sofa or on his lap he’ll carry you to bed despite knowing you’re perfectly capable of walking there yourself. and if you’re away for a few days, he’ll complain to heeseung that he hasn’t slept well once :(
nerd!won who is somehow both the smartest and dumbest person you’ve ever met. he can explain things you’ve never even conceptualised before with absolutely no difficulty, but if you smile at him for slightly too long he’ll spend the next five minutes in an endearingly dazed state, needing to have his hands on you somewhere to remind himself that you’re real.
nerd!won who usually reaches for you first. if something funny happens? he’s looking at you. somebody tells him good news? he’s texting you before he’s even finished replying. he sees something cute whilst grocery shopping? suddenly it’s in his basket because it reminded him of you.
nerd!won who still walks you home every single time. it doesn’t matter if you’ve been dating for three months or three years, if it’s dark outside he’s walking beside you with one hand intertwined with yours and your bag hanging from his shoulder because one time he heard you complain to sunoo about the weight of your textbooks and now he’s decided that it’s way too heavy for you to carry :3
nsfw under div😳
nerd!won who wants his first time to be with you. he’s slightly embarrassed of the fact that his virginity is still very much intact, especially compared your lack of it. you’d always felt that he’d well exaggerated your level of experience in his head, but you pushed this thought down, not wanting to be insensitive or make him feel any more insecure than he already did. even though it would be his first time, of course, he wanted it to be good for you! he asked you to instruct him and tell him what you like. you mumbled out experiences shyly, hiding your face behind your hands as you tried to ignore the way his jaw ticked at the thought of you with other guys, guys that didn’t know you like he did. he made it his personal mission from that day on to learn the ways of your body inside out, better than even you knew, and, selfishly, to ruin you for anyone else (although really he knew he’d be the last)
nerd!won who’s a really a quick learner. you shouldn’t have expected otherwise, considering the relentless competence present in everything that he does. at first he’s sooo bossy with you, almost annoyingly so. making you tell him exactly how everything he does feels and not letting you cum until he feels he’s gotten enough information from you about the ways of your body. but it all pays off in the end! soon, he’s making you cum thrice in under ten minutes, first on his fingers, and then twice on his tongue :3
nerd!won who gets embarrassingly hard whenever he’s reminded of the size difference between you two. if you’re in his lap, which you regularly are, it’s not long before you feel something hard poking at your thigh, usually due to the way he’s just focused in on the size of your hands in his, one of his palms fully obscuring your two clasped hands. sometimes, it’ll be when you’re already fucking. the way he can fuck you onto himself with only his two hands on your hips when you get tired riding him, your rhythm sloppy until you feel his strong grip, pulling you up only to slam you back down on his cock again, his loud groans only making you wetter.
nerd!won who quickly discovers that his favourite place is between your legs. he loves nothing more than seeing you fall apart with just his tongue, the wet muscle plunging into your tight hole as his nose bumps your clit, feeling you clench hard when he reaches a hand up to grope your tits. he loves how you smell too :( feeling so ashamed of himself when he tries to be subtle about practically inhaling your sweet scent after he peels off your panties. he’s just so obsessed with you, he can’t help himself :(
nerd!won who’s content to just make out with you for hours on end, trying his best to hold back the incessant rutting of his hips up into your clothed heat as he pushes his tongue further into your mouth, ignoring the shared spit that’s slowly running down your chin. he likes to bite and nip at your bottom lip before running his tongue over it, soothing you before you can ever register the pain. he’s always got his hands on you too. one threaded through your hair, resting at the nape of your neck, while the other runs under your shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple with a tight grip around your ribs.
nerd!won who genuinely prefers giving over receiving. nothing brings him as much unadulterated joy as lapping at your wet cunt. he feels like he’s the one cumming when you do, unable to really enjoy himself anyways unless he knows you’re experiencing some kind of stimulation. not to say he doesn’t let you suck him off… he definitely does, and he loves it too, he’d be crazy not to. the sight of your teary eyes and the concentration on your face as you try your very best to stretch your pretty lips around his thick base makes his heart melt. so much so that it’s not long before he’s gently pulling you off by your hair to bring your mouth up to his, tugging at your shirt and swallowing your little whines at the loss, knowing he’s about to replace it and give you so much better in a moment :c
nerd!won who bites. teeth scraping over your neck and shoulder while he fucks you in prone, lips suctioned onto your traps when you felt the sharp drag of his teeth against your skin. he never let you wallow in the welcome pain, hand reaching under your body to rub at your clit as his other hand stayed firmly planted next to your face, holding himself up as he fucked himself deeper inside of you, mouth still intent on marking up any bit of your soft skin he could sink his teeth into. he just smiled contentedly as your soft mewling turned into almost pornographic moans, the endearing expression on his face not matching the ruthless pace he was now fucking you at :(
nerd!won who makes it his mission to make you squirt after he overhears you telling your friend on the phone that you never have before. he’s just really excited that he can be the first to give you something :( he motions to you from across the room to hang up the phone, ignoring the mortified expression on your face as he climbs onto the bed, pulling off his hoodie. it’s only after a muffled “won, i think ‘m gonna pee,” slips out through your sobs and slurred speech after two orgasms, that he knows he’s got you! he just pushes his long fingers impossibly further into your wet cunt, now pressing hard on that spongy spot inside of you before wrapping his lips around your clit. your back arched before you squealed, the coil in your stomach snapping before you just barely felt a warm liquid running down your thighs, jungwon’s mouth now open wide around your pussy trying to swallow whatever he could, “tastes so fuckin’ sweet, baby” >.<
nerd!won who discovers that he likes spitting in your mouth after realising how much he enjoys seeing your mouth wet with his saliva after making out with him for so long :( he’ll bring it up as casually as he can, sheepishly murmuring into your hair as you’re perched on his lap in the living room. he’s beyond pleased when he’s met with your shy smile, your usually relentless gaze dropped down as you turn to face him. he tries it out that night! smushing your cheeks together with one hand as he fucks you, dick poking at your g-spot as he licks away your tears, “open up for me, baby.” he whispers before you feel his spit land heavy on your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head before swallowing. through your blurry vision, you could see the way jungwon’s face crumpled before morphing into a big grin, coming down to your lips again to give you a bruising kiss, practically sucking your tongue into his mouth :3
nerd!won who loves seeing you cry. something about the way your pretty lips curl up and your eyes slowly start to pool with tears makes him impossibly harder, because he’s the one that’s done this to you. he’s the one that’s made you feel so good, got you so sensitive and worked up that all you can do is cry helplessly at him. he only coos at you in response, “my baby’s getting too worked up, huh?” he whispers, tone thick with condescension as forces a pout on his face to mirror yours. he softens up at your whines, slowing down his pace to plant a few kisses on your cheeks, pride swelling in his heart at the taste of your salty tears against his tongue :(
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oops! your boyfriend finds out you have a raging daddy kink. but he's more than happy to indulge you
this work contains ⋆ smut ⋆ minors do not interact ⋆ daddy kink duh ⋆ shy reader ⋆ menace jungwon ⋆ fingering ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ slight edging ⋆ praise ⋆ brief cockwarming
length ⋆ drabble ⸻ 3.5k words
✷ NIA — barely proofread pls it's 2 am bear with me. i was supposed to finish this yesterday but then someone tried to break into my apartment. hope your weekend was better than mine!
Uh oh. You know that look.
The look Jungwon gives you only when you're in real deep shit, the one that tells you he's not letting you off the hook or negotiating with you no matter what.
It's almost mean in the way only bright and soft eyes can be, like they're not meant to shape into anything that isn't cutesy. It's like he's scrutinizing your eyes as if they were little windows to your soul, no curtains blocking the light shining in. It's a look you've come to assume means 'danger ahead! Tread carefully.'
Mostly because if there's anything Jungwon hates, it has to be you hiding stuff from him. Whether it's silly things like the paper cut you got at work the day before, or how your tires need to be changed—you can handle that yourself just alright, but Jungwon wants to do it all for you—or the bigger, scarier stuff like doubt poking your chest when you spiral thinking about your future, unsure of what your place in the world is supposed to be, or if you have one at all. He hates it all. He wants you to rely on him, open up both your mind and heart to let him in. It's not a matter of needing him, Jungwon knows you're more than capable of doing it all yourself, you've done just that your entire life.
But that's all the more reason to rely on him if you ask him.
He wants to be your rock, your superhero in spandex like the ones you always make fun of when it's a Friday night and older Marvel movies are all that's playing on TV—he thinks being made fun of is okay as long as you're the one laughing. He wants to be your safe haven. A place where you walk in and feel the heaviness dissolve off your shoulders. He wants to be your home.
You shouldn't have to worry about anything because you've worried yourself sick over other people all your life, he needs to be your break.
Jungwon is your judgment free zone, he knows all your deepest secrets, no matter how embarrassing. He checks for spots you can't quite reach when you think something is off with your body—and he tells you that no, it's not a terminal illness, you'll be fine—no matter how disgusting. He has seen you dazed, hair messy and eyeliner somehow down to your cheeks after a night out. Even washed your face for you when you couldn't and patiently did your skincare because he knew you would complain about your skin feeling dry in the morning otherwise. He has made love to you in every way, in every position, no matter how unflattering. And he still loves you, still thinks you're the most gorgeous being walking on the sun dried tufts of grass that make up Earth. Though if you ask him, the sun is all the way down here and not up in the sky anymore, the one there is just a less impressive copy.
So when you keep things from him, it stings extra.
You lay underneath him, eyes as big as a fawn, staring right up into his scrutinizing gaze. And he's giving you that look, so you might as well start praying up to anyone who will listen.
"Oh? You like that?" Jungwon's hand slides under your shirt, slowly caressing the skin it was just tickling mercilessly moments ago. "Now, that's new. How come you didn't let me in your little secret until now, mhh?"
You don't really have a top 5 worst ways in which your boyfriend could find out you have an embarrassing, raging daddy kink, but if you had one, you imagine 'whimpering after he jokingly says 'be still and good for daddy' while play fighting' would be up there at the top.
"I… uhm. I don't….?" It sounds more like a question than anything else, and the wicked grin overtaking Jungwon's face only makes you want to shrink back into the mattress further.
He looks to the side, shaking his head slightly as his tongue pokes out between his teeth. The corners of his mouth are upturned, but it's not warm or playful like his smile usually is—it doesn't make the sides of his eyes crinkle like you love.
If keeping things from him is a no-go, outright lying might be ten times worse.
So, you bargain. "It's just… you know. Took me by surprise. You don't seem the type of—"
Your sentence is interrupted by a squeal of surprise as he grabs your thigh and drags you down the bed, crawling over you possessively. He reaches for your arm, bringing it to his lips so he can trail his way down with soft kisses, so unlike the energy emanating from him. He kisses your palm sweetly, it makes your head spin like you've been thrown off your balance. "I'm not the type to?"
He's encouraging you to finish your thought, but you have half the idea that by doing that, you'll only dig your grave further, so you choose silence.
"That's what I thought." Jungwon bends down, gaze still boring into your eyes and mouth hovering so close to yours you can feel the words before you can hear them. "I'm the type to do everything for you. I thought you knew by now."
Of course, you do. He makes it pretty clear every waking hour of the day. But the little title that has heat rushing right to your cheeks just thinking about it, is something you never found the courage to be open about, even to Jungwon. As silly as it sounds, the thought of giving someone else so much power, complete control over you feels impossible, even when it's what your deepest and most hidden self craves most.
"I know. It just felt silly and—oh."
"Keep talking. Don't let me stop you." Jungwon noses the skin of your neck, taking in your scent like he might forget it if he doesn't, like it's the last chance he has to do so. Jungwon's love is often like this, given to you in subtle but passionate gestures, ones he bestows onto you as if he might bleed out if he doesn't.
Your insides stir, heavy and hot in your lower stomach and the air almost feels too thick to breathe in, but you push through. Even when Jungwon's hand slides lower and lower until it reaches your shorts—if you can even call them that. "I thought, what if you don't like it. What if it makes me seem weird."
"I like what you like." You visibly shiver when he speaks into your ear, the warmth of his breath ticklish. He gently nibs the shell of your ear.
"But what if—"
"No what ifs, pretty girl. What you want, I give you. What you dream of, I give you." He looks down at you, his elbow bent to support his head. "Your deepest fantasies, I fulfill. Is that clear?"
You nod, looking at him with such sincerity and vulnerability in your eyes he almost coos at the sight.
"Good girl." Jungwon kisses your temple, and you don't know if it's the action itself or the praise, or maybe a little bit of both, but your muscles are more relaxed and your chest feels all fuzzy. The hand playing with the waistband of your shorts finally slides to cup your heat through your panties, his dainty but long fingers molding perfectly to your mound. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, gently smiling into the little nibbles he teases your skin with. They're hardly painful, his teeth not leaving marks behind. Not that they need to, your form quivering underneath his body is already enough. "Let daddy take care of his baby, yeah?"
You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by the effects his words have on you. It only spurs Jungwon further though, because soon his hand is pulling your completely soaked panties to the side, slowly teasing your folds with his digits. "You're all shy, but she's so happy to see me." He smiles against your cheek, then dips down to litter your neck in open mouthed kisses, happily sighing when you adjust yourself to give him easier access.
"You're so lame," you say from behind your hand still covering your face.
"Oh baby, don't be jealous. You're both my princesses." Jungwon finally dips his fingers lower, teasing your dripping hole slowly with just the tips. He collects the wetness seeping out of you and spreads it all over your pussy, not even trying to dull the obscene sounds his action make. "You're so fucking wet, it's like she's talking back to me," he slurs his words, quiet as to not interrupt the ones coming from below. "And you wanted to deprive me of this?"
He keeps playing with you, relishing in the little sounds both you and your pussy make. His fingers move slowly, deliberately avoiding your clit.
"Jungwon, please," you whine, but the way his lips shape into a grin you can quite literally feel against your neck tells you he wants something from you first. And you have an idea of what it is.
"Wrong name, try again."
Of course.
You're not ready to give in yet though, so you decide to push his buttons for a little longer. "Please?"
The last thing you hear before Jungwon yanks his hand out of your shorts, much to your despair, is a venomous tch that has you seriously reconsider your previous actions. You know him well, so you know if you want to come you're gonna have to abide by his rules. Still, that doesn't stop embarrassment from growing in your stomach more, and more.
His movements are a lot less careful, making quick work of his fitted shirt and sweats, his boxers coming right off with them. Maybe it's the sight of his leaking cock, standing tall and angry against his lower abdomen, or maybe it's just wishful thinking, but despite your mind knowing better, your heart hopes for a few seconds that maybe, just maybe, you have irritated him past the point of punishment.
Jungwon grabs your shorts and panties, sliding them off your legs with a single movement and discards them somewhere on the hardwood floor of your room. It's fast and unceremonious, but the second his warm hand touches your thigh again you understand you got it all wrong. "That's okay. If you're too shy to call me daddy, I'll just have to fuck the shyness out of you."
You mewl when his hands slide up to the back of your knees, pushing them against your chest. The position is a little awkward, but you believe that's exactly what Jungwon is going for. "Here, hold your own legs up like this. Yeah, exactly like that. See? You can be good when you wanna be."
The stretch in your thighs burns, but it's close to nothing when the realization that Jungwon is making you hold onto your legs so you can't hide your face anymore sets in. Sneaky.
Jungwon, on the other hand, admires you with no reservation. Your cunt is completely exposed, like you've handed it to him on a silver platter, and now you have nowhere to hide. He has half a mind to sink down on his knees in front of the bed and eat you out until you're raw and cannot physically come anymore, but he said he would fuck you and he keeps his promises. Besides, he wants to see your face when you finally give in and call him daddy for the first time.
His knees dip into the mattress, the bed creaking with the weight put on it, but your own heartbeat thumps so loud in your ears you miss it. Jungwon takes his sweet time in reaching you, nothing like the urgency in his movements when he undressed you both. He knows you're waiting with bated breath for his next step, it's just another way to punish you for your disobedience. His hands roam your naked body, and he pushes your legs into your chest further, displeased with your loosening grip on them. He gives you a wordless, pointed look, and your hands immediately hold onto the back of your thighs harder.
"Pretty," Jungwon compliments your cunt, glistening and dripping right onto the bed sheets. His gaze is carefully scrutinizing every single part of you, but you know better than to try to shy away. "So, so beautiful. I don't know why you wanna hide from daddy."
"I'm not hiding," you whine in protest. Because, really, you're trying your best not to.
He grabs his length, leaking precum at the thick tip. You want to get a better look at it, so you try to take a peek, your back falling on the mattress again after a mere moment of struggle. That earns an airy, honest giggle from Jungwon, and it has your insides fluttering. It's so easy for him to get a reaction out of you, whatever he does makes you all tingly, whether it's because of fondness or lust. And by the quick look you got at his cock he's not much better off, you can't recall a time you have seen him this red and wet, ready to be inside you from just a little kissing and touching. Which is saying a lot, because Jungwon gets flushed quite easily.
The thought makes you feel a little less embarrassed.
Jungwon taps his cock on your clit a few times, each one sending a jolt of pleasure right through your spine. That tiny amount of stimulation is all he gives to your poor neglected bundle of nerves, and he moves his thick tip downwards, rubbing it repeatedly between your folds. All you can do is throw your head back, teeth poking your bottom lip in an attempt to silence the sounds threatening to spill out of your mouth.
He sighs in delight as your juices coat him, mixing with his precum. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his mouth twisted in a way that makes a dimple pop up on his cheek as he keeps rubbing his cock on your cunt, loving the sight of your nails digging into your thighs to leave tiny half moon indentations. Look at you doing the marking yourself.
"I already take care of you, make sure you're well rested, handle whatever I can to take the load off your shoulders," Jungwon says, never stopping his movements against your heat. "I fuck you so good all the time, take my time with your pretty pussy when I have the chance. Take such good care of you both." He falters for one second, when he accidentally lowers his tip just a smidge too much and ends up rubbing it over your clenching hole. He keeps his cock there, pushing in so slightly you almost miss it, just to take it out and repeat the motions. "I wanna be a part of all your fantasies, would do anything to make you come as hard as I can." He sinks into your heat more this time, just enough to let the stretch of his tip pushing in register for you. "So why won't you be a good girl for daddy and address me by my title? I know you want to."
Jungwon's hips slowly push his cock into you, his mouth open in a silent moan as inch by inch you welcome him into your snug cunt. He's been obsessed with the feeling of that first thrust inside you ever since the first time he slid into you, it's the one thing he always takes his time with, even when he's mad or frustrated and ready to pound into you until you can barely feel your legs anymore.
That's usually what the dangerous look he gave you earlier entails, but this time it's different. His pace doesn't suddenly increase once he fills you to the hilt, reaching so deep inside you, any more would feel like too much. He keeps it slow, but steady, enjoying the way you clench against him, enjoying the view you're giving him with your body bent to accommodate him. He fucks you deep, the position you're in allowing him to reach so deep inside you stars dance across your vision. His pelvis rubs against your clit so deliciously a tiny bit of spit dribbles down your chin from the corner of your mouth. You can feel every inch, every vein, every ridge, and it's mouthwatering.
It's so good, you can feel yourself building up to the peak you want to reach so badly in no time, forgetting why you're in the position you are in the first place.
"Jungwon—" you whine, and he stops his thrusts almost immediately, his deliciously thick length pulling all the way back, his tip the only thing left in you. The loss is unbearable, and you wiggle your hips as if to coax more of his cock back into you again, all to no avail.
"No, no, no baby, who am I?"
You feel like crying, and a single tear does slip out of your eye, gravity making it fall somewhere on the bed. Jungwon doesn't care though, not when you refuse to give him what he wants to hear.
He moves his hips teasingly, as if to bait you to give in, he fucks you gently with just the tip, over and over again, careful to not give you too much. "C'mon baby, I know you can do it."
You clench around his tip, silently begging for more. More that will never come if you don't give in, and you know it. It's on the tip of your tongue, and you want to give in so badly.
So you do. "Please, daddy."
Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, but Jungwon hears you loud and clear, and it's enough for him.
His hips plunge against yours, and you gasp when you feel his thick cum fill you up so unexpectedly. He barely moves, coaxing spur after spur of seed as he empties himself inside of you. Your walls flutter against his sensitive cock, and your hips twitch when he suddenly moves his thumb over your puffy clit, rubbing rough circles on it while he keeps fucking his own cum inside you.
"Good girl, milking me dry like this, yeah baby, keep doing that." His voice is rough and thick, sending pleasure right to your belly. You feel so full, so warm, as his movements never falter, even when his cock is raw from overstimulation.
"Daddy, 'am close."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. Coming again, need you to come too." Even more cum fills you up at the name, and when Jungwon buries himself all the way in, thumb still circling your clit, and presses down with his other hand right on the bulge on your tummy, searing white blindness hits you for a moment as you come undone around him. His moans sound beautiful as you rhythmically clench around his thickness in your ecstasy, his thumb still working you through your orgasm.
It keeps going for longer than it ever has, your toes bent as if it's the only thing keeping you grounded while waves of pleasure keep crashing through you.
Jungwon slows down, but never pulls out of you completely, keeping his cum plugged inside of you. You're not holding onto your legs anymore, and his body gives in on top of you with one last teasing thrust, crushing you a little with his weight.
"Hey," you protest, still in the process of catching your breath.
"Mhh." He nuzzles his forehead against yours, uncaring for the sweat sticking you together. "That was good."
You giggle, a light feeling washing over you, spreading from your chest to your limbs in soothing waves. "Yeah, I think you liked me calling you daddy a little too much."
You feel lightheaded, in a good way. And in Jungwon's arms, you know you're as safe as you could ever be. It fills your heart with longing, even if he's right there with you.
Jungwon wraps his arms around you, spinning you both around on the messy bed sheets, quickly switching up your positions so you're on top of him, your head resting right on his chest.
His heartbeat, slowly going back to being steady, gently lulls you to sleep, even when the sun outside shines in through your window and casts the shadows of the windowsill plants over the tangled mess your and Jungwon's legs make up. He kisses your forehead once, then again, slowly aligning his softening cock to slide back into you. "Maybe. You should've done that sooner."
⚘. y. jungwon x reader
&&. non idol au. roommate!jungwon. friends / roomies to lovers. fem-implied reader. clingy jungwon. 12 ss. series masterlist.
all content is purely fictional !
just pure fluff, established relationship <3 wc: 270
work had drained the life out of you, physically and mentally. he was able to tell you were exhausted just by how you stumbled over your words in almost every sentence.
it was his idea to have a movie night at his place tonight, to maybe ease the tension in your life. or maybe because he wanted to cuddle. either way, you weren’t complaining.
snuggled under the blanket, engulfed in the warmth of his body, you could feel your eyelids suddenly flutter shut. you tried so hard to stay awake, you really did. but the weight of your head now on his shoulder was a dead give away of your slumber.
“oh my god, babe, did you see that?” jungwon chuckles while pointing at the screen, placing another piece of popcorn in his mouth.
but there was no response. not even movement.
he looked down to see you slumped on his shoulder, with a little bit of drool threatening to escape your mouth. upon his shocking discovery, he wraps his arm around your frame and leans in to place a kiss on your head.
“goodnight baby, i love you.” he whispers, brushing your hair behind your ear. trying to not to make too much noise our cause too much movement, he gently guides your head to the pillow and covers you fully with the blanket.
though you were ‘asleep’ you still managed to fine yourself gravitating to cuddle with him. he pulls you closer to his chest and gives you another kiss on the top of your head before you both fully drift off to sleep.
౨ৎ ## you're like the only thing that i see, it's crystal clear.
synopsis: an innocent first love sight turns into something more romantic when jungwon decides to make the first move.
yang jungwon x fem reader!
includes: 2.1k words | short and cute fluff | jungwon pretends to be nonchalant | jungwon’s awkward HAHA | cliché falling in love with a customer / worker at a cafe setting | yn thinks jungwon’s cute hehe | short-haired yn and black haired jungwonnnn
extra: this was such a random thought i had, originally for sunghoon because he’s awkward and he’s cute when he’s awkward but jungwon’s a professional chalant 🙂↕️ wrote this in one sitting for one hour 🤓 my inbox will be resetting! so if you have any requests, pls leave some 😚
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you started working in this dessert-cafe job just a little month ago. you've learned so much from your co-workers, from learning how to organize and fold boxes to memorizing each pastry and their ingredients for when a customer perks up their interest.
you mostly got trained in the cashier position, later shifted to barista, and now you can handle both easily.
you decided to earn some extra money during college and the job decided to hire some more people. you were nervous because you haven't worked in a while, but you hoped your skills and ambitions interested the hiring managers. fortunately, the interview went super well and luckily, you easily were able to be trained by the following week.
you sucked at conversing. you've worked cashier before, you've talked to people but you only had a script implemented in your brain when taking orders.
when customers compliment you and ask about your apron pins, you feel awkward to reply back. it's not that you don't wanna talk to them, but you don't know how to keep a conversation with a stranger when there is a line of orders. you feel rushed and overwhelmed to keep up a smile for a long period of time.
you've already met regulars in the cafe, witnessing how they interact with your coworkers casually. rather jealous, it was refreshing to see them be treated as if they were best friends. it makes you smile. one of the regulars you meet is a guy named jungwon. everyone, including your coworkers know him.
since it's cold season, he would come in with his gigantic, fluffy green bandana-like scarf and white gloves that had cat stitching to it. you complimented his gloves and he smiled back while saying thank you. the conversation died quickly when his order came out almost immediately.
you already have his order memorized. he would order a strawberry tart and an iced tea around the morning time. you remembered that he asked if there's any non-caffeinated drinks and how he dislikes them. you agreed along with him, recommending the iced tea that was added to the menu not too long ago. when it's super cold, hot chocolate would suffice his appetite. he has a child-like palette and it makes you smile because of his pure looks.
he would stay inside for hours to do work, whether with books or his laptop, in his regular hoodie, and sometimes wearing glasses.
you're not gonna lie. jungwon does have a cute baby-like face and how he has that bright energy that resonates inside the room the moment he steps in. he reminds you of a cat. a cute, curious creature.
whenever he smiles, his eyes smile along with him and you like his dimples too whenever you see it. he looks like a nice guy, you assumed.
the door opening with its bell made you snap back to reality.
it seemed that jungwon came with two of his friends.
"good morning," you greeted him with a smile as you stopped making boxes. you smiled to yourself to see that scarf that looks big yet comfortable to him.
"hey good morning." jungwon greeted back, walking towards you. you see his friends find a table to sit.
you decided to be santa and give his order free. only because of how many time he has ordered and continued to be a loyal customer.
(and because of his cute face)
you tilted your head with a slight smile as you looked at him, thinking. usually you would ask, "strawberry tart right?" and giggles would fill up the room. he would excitedly reply, "you remembered!" and that smile made you feel proud inside because he looked like a happy kid. he does have a nice smile.
but today, you're gonna go off-script.
"i got you actually." you said, looking at him with a confident expression. jungwon raised his eyebrows and blinked at you, looking confused on what you said.
you chuckled at his reaction, nodding your head. "yeah," you started walking to the barista side.
"an iced tea and strawberry tart right?" you confirmed, grabbing a cup to make the drink.
jungwon looked taken aback. he processed what is happening and lets out a slight scoff, his eyes starting to smile before his lips. he looks at you with awe, touched by your actions.
"yeah.." he lightly said, putting his wallet back in his pocket as you get into work.
"thank you." he genuinely spoke.
"it's my pleasure." you smiled reassuringly, pouring the powder in a separate cup for the hot water to dissolve.
he then turns around to walk to his seat as he will come back once you'll called him. your expression falls a bit when he left, hoping that you would make a conversation with him but you ignored it, focused on making the drink and letting the music inside the store flow into your ears.
"oh my god oh my god oh my god-" jungwon mutters under his breath too quickly for his friends to hear what he was saying. jungwon slides into his seat, his arms placed on the table and his head down with a clear, panicked expression.
"what happened?" riki, one of jungwon's closest friend, looks down at him as he was scrolling on his tiktok foryou page. he exchanges glances with sunoo who looks just as concerned.
"you guys didn't see?" jungwon looked up and whined with his lips pouted. jungwon is lucky that his back is faced to you so you won't see how red he is, and it's not from the cold weather.
"why what happened?" sunoo, another close friend of his asked.
"she remembered my order and gave it to me for free!" jungwon said as if he found gold on the sidewalk. jungwon then covers his face into his arms once again when his heart’s pounding.
riki and sunoo rolled their eyes, thinking it was something more serious. to them, jungwon's a little dramatic.
one month ago, when you've started working, it was on a random tuesday. when jungwon walked inside craving a chocolate croissant, he opened the door, and there you were. he found you organizing pastries on the display shelves, making them look pretty. he noticed a small smile tugged on your when you’ve finished, feeling proud whenever customers point and gasp when you placed them.
you had your short hair be into braids, giving you a cheerful look despite wearing a dark-colored uniform.
to jungwon, you were sparkling. he felt dumbfounded, as if everything around him was going by mindlessly, but his fixed stare to you was frozen. he felt something weird with you and he didn't know what it was. but he knew it when you smiled to him.
full of warmth and radiancy.
you sounded like you care. even though it’s just an order, you sounded attentive yet caring. he thinks it might be stupid to think if you care about his order, because truly, you sound like it.
sometimes he would hear you laugh with your coworkers and it felt like it was giving him strength when he was tired with his own work. he smiled when you tried attempting to make conversations with the customers. sometimes when you’re feeling unwell, he would magically pass you medicine as if he was your genie.
at first, you felt weirded out since he was a stranger but you realized that he has no bad intentions to you. he saw you coughing and passed you medicine which made you heart warm. you thought of it innocently.
at times, he would tune in with the conversations since he would sit near you and remember the things that you'd say.
you like blueberries.
winter is your favorite season.
art design is your major.
you're allergic to pollen and shrimp.
you like keychains and animals. sea otters to be exact.
everything about you screamed perfect to him and he wanted to talk to you. learn about you. but didn't have the confidence or how to approach without looking weird.
his once a week usual visit to the cafe became twice, to three times a week. his frequent visits also made you more curious of him.
"she's so nice..." jungwon mumbled his words.
"well yeah, you're a regular here..." riki said bluntly, receiving an arm slap from sunoo from sounding discouraging.
riki and sunoo finally saw you after getting curiously impatient to know what you look like. jungwon wasn't lying when he called you beautiful. you really are, which impressed sunoo and riki.
jungwon immediately texted his friends about you. every time whenever he comes by and sees you. even when you're not working, he complains and pouts to his friends for not seeing you. he would find a way to make time for you. half of his friends told him to straight up confess from his ass while the other half were teasing him about having the potential to start a relationship. riki stated that he was a freak for being (his nice words)
"too romantic"
"go talk to her! she's lonely right now." sunoo pouted, turning to see you. it was true, you were the only person on counter right now while your shift lead organizes the pastries. more of your co-workers will come by the next hour as it will get more busy later on.
"i can't..it's too late..." jungwon spares a glance at you, feeling down for missing an opportunity to talk to you.
"jungwon!" you called out his name. his strawberry tart and ice tea (you thought that his order fits his persona well) were displayed for him to get it.
jungwon gets up, gulps as he places a hand on his chest to calm his fast beating heart. he exhales as he turns around and sees you cleaning up the area.
he tries to be nonchalant and go up, but he immediately smiles when you looked at him with a bright expression. he can’t help himself.
"have a good one." you said to him as jungwon feels so giddy inside. he picks up the plate and the drink.
"you got a new pin.." jungwon nibbled his bottom lip, as if nonchalant when he had noticed it already when he walked inside the cafe. “i like it..” you looked down and smiled to yourself when he mentioned your new hello kitty pin added to the collection of pins in your apron.
"you have a good eye." you complimented. jungwon awkwardly coughed as he nodded. "i do..." jungwon replied but it's like a whisper.
you scrunched your eyebrows. jungwon looked at you and you looked back, awkward silence filling up. you were the first to laugh.
what was that about?
"alright, enjoy your morning." you didn't mind if it was awkward, he looked cute just now.
"you too." jungwon's lips curled, forming a dimple. you replied with a thanks as you go back on register.
you wanted to curl yourself up on your bed. you almost screamed a loud. you felt so distressed back there, being so close, in front of him, made you feel so nervous. you felt like you were fumbling really hard in front of him.
you thought to yourself, did i look dumb?
you gulped, frowning as your eyes glued to the counter. your thoughts taking over once again as you probably thought you lessened your chances of having a normal conversation with jungwon. jungwon’s friends needed him to make a move asap.
"trust me it's gonna work." sunoo encouraged, tossing him a piece of paper and a pen as riki snacks on the strawberry tart.
riki and sunoo was about to throw up, seeing that awkward interaction caused by jungwon. they wonder how you were smiling and laughing with him just now.
"a-are you sure?" jungwon panicked, grabbing them as his eyes widened in fear.
"yes yes yes!" sunoo said quickly, urging him to go before both sunoo and riki gets stressed and get a scolding.
you looked up and see jungwon come back. you both exchanged a small smile, "what else do you need?" you asked as you tilted your head, curious of what jungwon will get.
"your number." jungwon just stands there., staring at you with an awkward position.
you do the same because what?
your smile drops and jungwon almost cries when he noticed. your whole body freezes up. "what did you say?"
jungwon gulps before he starts feeling hot both inside and out. he takes a moment to speak.
"i-i've been wanting to talk to you for a while now..and i wanted to know more about you..." jungwon stutters says as if he's feeling guilty. you looked down at the counter and see him slide the paper and pen close to you. your heart quickens at the sight. he sees you thinking and it’s killing him.
you looked at jungwon and his eyes are waiting for your response. every second feels crucial. the silence’s full of tension. he's mentally preparing himself in case you reject him. he stares with you with his doe eyes and your body softens, taking a breather.
you smile. the same smile when you first met him.
you grabbed the pen, eagerly writing your number on the paper. you bit your bottom lip, trying to hold in the biggest smile you could ever make.
you slid the paper back to him as you looked away, controlling your smile.
"i'll be looking forward to your text mr. strawberry tart." you said as both of your faces are red but your hearts are beating as one. it was the start of a blossoming relationship between you and jungwon.
The fluorescent lights in the admin office flicker overhead, buzzing like a mosquito with nowhere to die. Jungwon has been in here all afternoon, reorganizing a filing system so outdated it might actually be a crime. Honestly, he wasn't just organizing. He was observing. Every late assignment, every disciplinary notice, every glowing letter of recommendation, it was all right here – in what should be alphabetical order. He had to fight the urge to tear apart the nonexistent system and create an actually functional one. They'd thank him.
He's reaching for the athletic eligibility folders with a roll of his eyes; they are mixed in with the college recommendation letters for a reason he's positive doesn't exist. Edges stained with old coffee, overstuffed with pages that most likely could've been condensed to just one document. Scanners were invented for a reason. His eyes are catching one in particular, folder marked in thick black ink – unlike any of the other names that are so neatly typed, this one is written in marker. The kind of marker teachers use when they're mad or making a point. Brown, Weston.
Of course.
A red stamp bleeds across the top in streaky lettering: ACADEMIC PROBATION. He snorts under his breath, the least bit surprised at the sight. Weston Brown was a lot of things: popular, loud, hot, untouchable... but studious was nowhere near the list. If only charisma were GPA- weighted, she'd be valedictorian. Instead, she's stuck with what her brain is actually capable of. He flips the first page, eyes scanning over the grading sheet; not much.
The printout stapled to the front of the page flutters slightly from the breeze of the oscillating fan sat in the corner. His thumb holds it steady as he reads over the words signed in angry red ink, signatures from both her homeroom teacher and cheer coach.
Academic Probation Notice: Due to failure to meet academic requirements, Weston Brown will no longer be permitted to participate in any school-sponsored athletic activities, pending an improvement in GPA.
He tries, but its impossible to imagine the cheer squad without Weston leading the pack. She was the top of the pyramid, literally and socially. Weston was anomaly-level popular. The kind of girl people talked about even when she wasn't in the room. Teachers excused her, boys begged for her, and girls imitated her without even realizing it. It wasn't just that she was pretty, there were a lot of pretty girls in the world. But Weston, she was like mythology. A real medusa type that could make someone relevant just by looking at them.
She made attention a currency. And if you had her attention, even for a second, you mattered. It was disgusting. Extremely confusing. And undeniably genius. Acknowledgment from her could turn any loser desirable and it said so much about the teenage brain and how easily influenced it was. Someone should study it.
There was something inhumanly efficient in the way Weston Brown navigated life, like she knew exactly who she was and never had a thought doubting it. Confidence like that was something people naturally gravitated to. All big eyes and glossy lips and a laugh that made you desperate to earn it again. She truly was something else.
She walked the halls like it was her name on the deed. Knew the exact angle to tilt her chin that made people lean in, hanging on to her every last word. Knew when to speak, when to stay quiet, and when to flash a smile that could set an entire room ablaze. It was fascinating. Never lost her cool or buckled under all the attention, she never even broke a sweat. She didn't even have to try to be so magnetic, she just was. Like gravity.
And while Jungwon liked to pride himself as being the exception, the only one not trapped in her orbit, the truth was: he watched her too. She was the catalyst of the irrational social hierarchy that confused him, so of course he observed her. And he could never keep himself from wondering: What would happen if someone like her, dated someone like him?
He's seen the fleeting effects of casually knowing Weston Brown, but what about intimately? Would she be cast off as a loser for giving one a chance or would he raise to her same height of popularity? How long would it take before their reputations changed? Would she be taken more seriously for dating someone as straight edged as him? Or would he become a joke? Would the school even be able to handle it?
It was just a theory, a baseless hypothesis that he assumed would never be tested. But now. With her file in hand, the looming threat of being benched surely hanging over her head – it's like a million doors and windows were opening. His greatest experiment yet. A simulation. A chance to study the effects of her influence up close. And the stuttered D's on her progress report meant she needed him just as badly as he needed her.
It was a win-win.
JANUARY 3RD, 2025 | 16:23
The hallway outside the gym smells like old sweat, hairspray and reheated pizza. Jungwon has been standing outside the double doors for the last sixteen minutes, practicing his proposal. Urging his nerves to not get the better of him. It was no big deal. Just asking the most popular girl on campus to fake date in exchange for tutoring. The worst she could do was... point and laugh in his face while the other girls on the squad joined. No big deal.
His confidence dwindles as the seconds ticked by, passed by almost every girl on the squad without a second glance. Decidedly invisible. No way someone like Weston would agree to this dumb plan, he's lost it. Two seconds before he's turning and heading in the other direction, the door to the girls' locker room is being slammed open hard enough to make the metal frame shake. Weston storms out.
Her ponytail sags, cheeks flushed pink and mouth set in a furious line. Manicured fingers balled into fists as her white sneakers stomped against the tile so hard he could see her thighs vibrate. She's muttering under her breath, a string of curses that would make even a sailor blush. She hasn't cried, not yet, but her eyes are glassy, the corner of her lash strips starting to lift. The words from her coach still echo through her ears.
“The end of the semester. If we don't see improvement, you're benched. I'm sorry, Weston.” Yeah, right she's sorry. If she was actually sorry she wouldn't be benching her in the first place. So what if she got a few D's it's not like she needed to know math in order to form the perfect scorpion. Perfect. Everything she did on the field was no less than perfect and they were going to bench her? How would they even survive?
This had to be a joke. Some sick humiliation ritual, because benching the best on the team just didn't make sense. A finger lifts to rub at her eye, smudging the glitter she had carefully applied that morning. She'd care if it wasn't the end of the day. If her life wasn't over. Her life was over, there was no other way to look at it. She was going to be warming the bench with the other rejects. She can already picture the triumphant smirks from her so-called-teammates from the top of pyramid.
Oh, god.
Weston passes Jungwon without so much of a glance, tugging her bag further up on her shoulder. It's sad to say he's used to it, standing directly in her eye-line – but still so easily ignored. As if he was the same as the tree a few feet away. Just there, inconspicuously blending in. With a huff, he's jogging to catch up to her. “Hey, Weston! Wait up,” She startles at the sound of her name, only further proving that she hadn't noticed him standing there – not in the slightest bit.
She hesitates for a moment, debating if she should just keep walking. In no mood for a write-up over something stupid. He's standing in front of her before she has the chance to flee, though. His grip shifts on the folder in his hand and her eyes scan over it. It's hers, the same one from the office with the unmistakable red letters: ACADEMIC PROBATION. It's like it's mocking her.
“Can I help you?” There's bite in her tone that she doesn't bother to mask.
He lifts the folder so she can see it properly, but she doesn't bother to look at it. “I need to talk to you,” He says, voice flat, like he's reciting a line from a script. “About this,” Weston blinks, eyes flickering to the folder before she's pinning him with the coldest stare – hell could freeze over. She plays dumb. “If you're trying to give me another dress code violation, you can shove it up your ass. I'm not in the mood,” She scoffs, shoulder knocking against his as she passes him.
Jungwon reaches for her on instinct, fingers catching her wrist before she can get too far away. The raise of her brows has him dropping her hand just as quickly. “It's not that,” He says, clearing his throat. He's desperately trying to remember what he had rehearsed, but he can hardly think straight under her intimidating gaze. It was a wonder people actually managed to hold conversations with her.
Her expression shifts, not bothering to hide the annoyance she feels – like he's an pop-up ad she can't skip fast enough. She doesn't say anything else, just crosses her arms over her chest and waits. It has him scrambling for his next set of words more than he had been before. “I can help you,” He blurts out without thinking, afraid that she might try to walk away again if he didn't hurry to the point. He was right.
Weston's quiet for a full three seconds before her expression softens, just a bit. “You're the hall monitor, right? What's your name again?” He ignores the slight burn that she doesn't even know his name, and answers. “Jungwon,”
“Right. Jungwon. How do you plan to help me?” Her smile is sickeningly sweet, but he doesn't offer one back. He doesn't look away, either. Instead, he opens the folder – not fully, just enough to pull out the first page. Her progress report. “Your GPA is below eligibility and you're on the verge of academic probation.” Weston rolls her eyes, if she hears those two words again – she'll surely rip her hair out.
She feigns indifference. “And?” Jungwon's brows furrows, eyes searching her features. Does she not care? Maybe she doesn't know what that means. “They're going to bench you,” He needlessly explains. Her gaze sharpens and he has to rush his next sentence before she's storming off again. “I can fix it,” He rushes.
Weston squints. “...Fix what, exactly?”
“Your grades. I'll tutor you. Math, biology, whatever's dragging you down.” Her hands drop to her hips, popping one out with an arched brow. “In exchange for...?” Nothing was free, she knew that fact all too well. Jungwon can tell that she's intrigued, that was half the job, right? Now he just needed to land it. Needed to offer up the plan like it was a good idea for the both of them.
He clears his throat, tucking the folder under his arm and standing up a bit straighter. “In exchange, I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend,” He voice doesn't crack or stutter and he's genuinely proud of himself. That lasts all of one second, the sound of Weston's laughter cracking his confidence. She leans over, hand pressed against her chest as the sharp pretty sound falls from her lips. It's a few seconds before she's calming, catching her breath as she reaches up to wipe the wetness from her eyes. “That's a joke, right?”
Jungwon doesn't flinch, doesn't falter. He was already in this deep, might as well see it to the end. She's looking over him now, properly. Taking in the seriousness in his eyes, the determined pout of his lips. “Wait, are you... serious?” He couldn't be, right? What would everyone think? Benched and then dating a loser on top of that. Great. She can't help the way she dissects his appearances, the way too big glasses, crisp button down tucked into a pair of slacks. What? Was he auditioning for a role in The Butler?
“I'm serious.”
Weston snorts. “Why me?”
This was that part that he wrestled with the most, does he tell her the truth or lie? Because the truth, that he wants to run a long-term experiment to test how perception and proximity affect reputational value, is not something that she'd understand. And on top of that, her being in on it, might skew the results in a way that'd deem the entire experiment useless. She couldn't know the truth. Not now. Not yet. Probably not ever.
He just needed to come up with a reason that she'd understand, that was a lot easier than he had initially thought. His gaze drops, voice softening – feigning uncertainty that would match his next set of words. “Because I'm tired of being a nobody.” He says. And that gets her attention, just like he knew it would. “I don't play any sports. Everyone treats me like I don't exist, until they need an answer sheet or something–“ Each word holds just enough weight to make it sound like the truth and he's letting out an exasperated sigh for effect.
“I'm not trying to be prom king or anything, I just want... to be seen?” He couldn't care less about the opinion of the obnoxious idiots that littered the halls, but they mattered to Weston and right now he needed her to believe they were aligned. She watches him, chewing on the inside of his cheek and she's so obviously falling for it. “I figured,” He says, quieter now. “if people thought I was with someone like you... I'd actually be noticed,”
Her nose wrinkles, lip twitches, she's pleasantly amused, though she'd never admit it. “So you want to use me?” She asks through a laugh of disbelief, the bite gone from her tone. Jungwon's shoulders lift in a shrug, “I'd be fixing your GPA, while you fix my social life. It's mutually parasitic.” Weston lets out a real laugh this time, not mocking or sarcastic, just light and pretty. Pride blooms in Jungwon's chest – that she swiftly snuffs out.
“You think anyone's gonna believe I'm dating a nobody like you?” It's not meant to be a dig or mean, just curious. Factual. And despite the insult, Jungwon can feel the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Not unless you sell it,” That makes her laugh again. Prettier than the last one. Her head shakes slightly, fingers pressing at the bridge of her nose. It's a full minute before she's looking up at him, “You're weird as hell,”
He grins at that with no idea why, “So I've been told,”
“And this is a really stupid idea,” She adds. Yet, she can't deny the competitive fire that curls in her stomach. Jungwon wanted her to make him into someone like her, someone that turned heads, worth the whispers, someone magnetic. Would simply dating her be enough? It would be a lie to say she wasn't curious to find out. How much power did she actually hold in this school? Could he be cool just because she said he was?
Her head tilts slightly. “So you'd do my homework?” His answer comes before she's even able to finish her sentence. “No.” She frowns. “But, I'll teach you how to do it yourself,” She scoffs, sounds like a lot of work for her when the only part of his deal was to act completely and entirely in love with her. Easy.
“That's the deal,” There's a sternness in his tone that she's not used to hearing directed toward her. “No shortcuts. You want to stay on the team, you learn and you do well. All I need from you is an illusion,” Weston rolls her eyes, but she doesn't say no. Instead, she rummages through her gym bag until she's pulling out her phone – extending her arm out to him. “You better not make me look like a loser,” It's an empty threat.
Jungwon's quick to take her phone, fingers flying across the screen to type his number in. “I won't,” His heart pounds in his chest, unable to believe that she actually agreed. “And dress better too, you look like a guidance counselor.” She mutters snatching her phone back with a look of disgust shot in his direction. He's way too excited to even feel offended, all the possible outcomes of this experiment floating through his mind.
He answers mindlessly, “I'll work on it,”
“And you have to bring me coffee every morning. And pay for my lunch. Any boyfriend would,” Nails tap against the screen of her phone rhythmically as she stares. “I'll write up an invoice,” He says. That makes her laugh again, for the third time. She straightens after a moment, arms lifting to tighten her ponytail, tugging her bag further up her shoulder. It's all so casual, as if she didn't just agree to rewrite both of their lives.
She's walking off with a tight smile, “I'll text you,” Called over her shoulder as she moves.
Jungwon watches her go. The swish of her skirt, the swing of her hair. This was going to be his best experiment yet. He couldn't care less about buying her coffee or lunch. Or whether or not the popular kids thought he was a loser. Or even if she thought he was 'cute enough' to date. He was more focused on her than ever. How her behavior shifts under pressure. Whether the pedestal she's on can survive the weight of someone like him. If she'll rise or if he'll bring her down with him.
And he was so close to figuring it out, he could almost taste it.
in which your roommate! is a vampire who reads minds and loves getting your worked up by spitting out your own thoughts in your face.
“you’re doing it again, jungwon. stop it.”
the paper in your hands crumpled as you glanced over your shoulder, squinting your eyes at the silhouette of your roommate laying on the couch, a dim and warm light highlining the lazy stretch of his lips. even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you.
“but i'm just sitting here, what do you mean?” he asked, voice smooth and tinted in faux innocence; head tilting in a soft move, hair brushing his forehead.
“get out of my head,” you warned, even if there wasn’t actual threat in your voice, just slight annoyance.
jungwon chuckled softly, his eyes taking all of you in in seconds that felt longer than they actually were. “it’s not my fault all you think about is me, my love.”
the poor paper in your hands crumbled even more. the worst thing was, you couldn’t even deny it.
you puffed some air, ignoring the teasy glint in his eyes and the wider stretch of his lips as he heard you cussing him in your head.
“you could at least pretend to be polite and ignore it,” you mumbled as you turned around back to give your attention at the poor paper in your hands, grimacing at the mess it now was.
“why?” he asked, his voice coming closer than before. a chill breeze hugged you for a second before you felt his presence looming over you. his hand moved to rest in the table you were working in, slender fingers spread just inches from your paper. his breath was hot and it brushed against your ear. “i enjoy hearing all the things you want to do to me,” he chuckled darkly.
“i don’t like having my mind read without my permission, mind you,” you replied, trying to contain the slight tremble in your voice as his lips brushed the shell of your ear; they were cold.
“liar,” he whispered; shivers running down your spine. his fingers brushed against your tense hand, just for a second but it was enough for your skin to feel like it was burning alive. his index finger tapped lightly at a paragraph you were working (or trying) on for the last hour. “this is wrong, by the way, you should probably fix it if you want to pass this class.”
jungwon chuckled as you tensed, delighted at your foul mind working wonders. “naughty.”
then, he was gone. and you, pissed, irritated, stressed and extremely and shamefully hot.
