• ྀི ყ our boyfie jungwon gets soooo needy and whiney for you while on tour. it's so adorable how he begs you so sweetly via text to share pictures and videos of yourself for him release that pent up desire! he sends you lots and lots of audios of him getting off your pretty face while you anticipate your pretty boy's return home to you.
note/s: thank you, @bunhee. you’re the main reason i started making drabbles.
jungwon smacked your ass while he pounds his big fat cock into you relentlessly without stopping.
how did it end up like this? he asked you who did you like before him and outrightly, you answered sunoo—his bandmate, his hyung. his temper flared instantly and the second you blink, you end up with this position.
head pressed against the soft mattress, ass up. you arched your back as jungwon hit the right spot, fuming. “wrong answer, slut.” he grunted before switching his angle, lifting up your hamstrings by gripping it with his other hand. “i’m the only one you’ll ever look at, no other man, not even sunoo hyung. you’re only mine, you understand?”
“mhmp, yes! yours, ‘m yours, wonie.” you cried out, sobs slipping out of your mouth with spit dripping onto the pillow. your legs are now shaking even your gushy walls kept quivering and emitting a loud erotic sounds from the persistent powerful trust of the guy—in and out, in and out, continuously as jungwon’s stamina never dies. “yeah? fuck. no one can have you like this. you hear me? no one, but me. shitshitshit. i’m so close, baby.”
“tell me where do you want my cum. come on, tell your wonie.” he whispered in your ear, as he let your legs fall into his grip and then, letting his hand rest in your lower back and the other is clutching your side. still keeping up with the pace, head tilted back as he waits for your response. “i—inside, please? fill me with your cum.”
jungwon cursed loudly, squeezing your bum as his thrust falters. he lets out an animalistic growl, slowing down his movements as he blow his warm and sticky load inside you—marking you by painting your insides white and letting you remember who you belong to.
for reference: this fancall got me grinning from ear to ear 😹😹😹 like we know damn well he’s such a jealous person.
스루 ܃ a quick jungwon drabble cause we love him sm ^_^ !!!
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jungwon has been quiet ever since you both left the party.
all the way from the party to your home, he hasn't uttered a single word, just stealing quiet glances at you. his hand resting lightly against the small of your back as he walked beside you. his silence wasn’t cold, but thoughtful—heavy with something unspoken. his fingers occasionally flexed, as if restraining the urge to hold you tighter.
when you reach your apartment, he follows you inside, shutting the door behind him with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes lingers on you, dark and unreadable, but the tension in his posture is unmistakable.
a soft sigh leaves your mouth, as you lean against the wall, “are you still thinking about that guy, ‘won?”
jungwon’s lips press into a thin line before he exhales through his nose, stepping closer, “thinking about him? not at all,” he murmurs, his voice smoother now with a teasing undertone, he smirks, “i always only think about you, princess.”
you cross your arms, as if it will cover up for your beating heart. “that guy was just being friendly, jungwon.”
jungwon’s muscles visibly flex under his black shirt as he grits his jaw. his brows lift slightly, amusement flickering across his face, yet a distinct sharpness behind it. “really, what is that? i think he was clearly trying to cross boundaries,” he tilts his head, taking a step closer to you, “did you like it?”
you breathe hitches from the intensity of his gaze and the drunken loveliness of his eyes, “jungwon—”
he is swift enough to cut you short in your incoherent sentence, by placing his hands on either side of your head against the walls. and that’s when you realise your back has met the cold wall.
he isn’t angry or jealous, not exactly. but there is a quiet intensity in the way he looks at you, like he needs to remind you—remind himself—that this thing between you is real, raw, undeniable. jungwon knew the consequences of having a pretty girlfriend, of course boys were going to hit on her and flirt with her, trying to steal you away. but he didn’t mind any of it, his confidence in your loyalty stayed strong.
although tonight was different. the way that guy invaded your proximity ticked a radar off in yang jungwon— until he couldn’t take it anymore.
you’re only his to touch.
“hmm?” he hums, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing past your cheeks, “jungwon what?”
“you don’t have to be jealous, you know,” you sigh, your breath hitching once again.
jungwon finally leans in, until his cologne hits stronger in the air, mingled with his hot breath falling over your neck.
his fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your chin up with a touch so gentle it sends a shiver down your spine. “i know you,” he murmurs, voice low, intimate. “you weren’t interested in him. but still, seeing someone else act like they could have you?” his thumb traces the corner of your lip, lingering, before his fingers slid lower, ghosting over your pulse. “i didn’t like that.”
your lips part slightly, and that’s all it takes.
jungwon immediately leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was unhurried and intense. it isn’t rough or rushed—just deep, deliberate. his hands find your waist, fingers spread over the fabric of your shirt before slipping beneath, palms warm against your skin. he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, savoring, making sure you feel every bit of his presence, his need.
you melt into him, fingers sliding into his hair, and the quiet sigh you let out had him pressing closer, his body molding against yours. he deepens the kiss, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sends warmth pooling in your stomach. when he pulls back slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, he lets out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin.
“i don’t have to be jealous,” he whispers, eyes never leaving yours, “i already know you’re mine.”
your chest rose and fell with the weight of his words, his touch. “you sound so sure.”
his smile is slow, confident. “i don’t have to sound sure.” his lips ghost over yours again, teasing, coaxing. “i just know.”
he giggles into another kiss as your hand flies to cup his cheeks, well you back, you squeeze them together, cooing, “jealousy does look cute on you, love.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ in which your connection is like a drug— addictive and dreamy in the moment, but tainted with a rotten taste once the daze wears off.
— genre love island au, romance, angst / word count 1.4k / pairing islander!jungwon x islander!reader / warnings toxic relationships, infidelity, jealous jungwon, reader is kind of a red flag Ouu, profanity
author's note this is lowkey Not a drabble but uhhh still we rise i guess. also. KC. SINCERE. CORBIN. KENZIE. YOU'RE LEAVING MY VILLA EXPEDITIOUSLY. first request hehe :3
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JUNGWON HAD TO FIND OUT THROUGH EVERY OTHER ISLANDER IN THE VILLA BEFORE HE COULD HEAR IT FROM YOU. It wasn’t supposed to affect him this much– you exploring your connections, but he couldn’t help his heart. He felt like an idiot, pouring his heart out to you every day for the past three weeks, only for you to go behind his back and chase that attention in someone else.
The two of you had been coupled since the very first night in the villa, the attraction between you two undeniable since the beginning. You were perfect for each other– each conversation was better than the last, connecting on an emotional level, and your chemistry was stronger than anything Jungwon had ever been a part of. Your connection meant everything to him, he really did think that you were the one for him.
Though, he wasn’t sure you felt the same way about him. How could he anyway, when you treated him like this?
Jake– one of the bombshells from Casa Amor– had pulled him aside the morning after, carefully delivering the news of his chat with you to him. He saw the way Jungwon’s face fell, the way tears piled up on the rims of his eyes, the quivers of his bottom lip despite the force with which he bit down on it. It was hard to watch for Jake– someone as upbeat as Jungwon rarely ever got upset considering how much usually went down in the villa, but you always had a way of playing with his composure, and then was no different.
“Listen bro, I’m sorry,” – Jake put a hand on Jungwon’s shoulder, awkwardly rubbing at it– “You know you’re my man.” The gesture did nothing to comfort Jungwon, his heart hammering inside his chest. He nodded quicker than he had liked, springing up from his seat to walk away.
Jungwon had no desire to talk to you, his nerves eating him alive. He was worried about what you’d say, if you would call your connection off if Jungwon got honest with you. More than anything, he really wanted to keep you by his side, despite how you treated him, but he knew that he had to say something, and soon.
Everyone knew how he felt about you, and they also knew about what happened last night, news traveling like rapid fire around the villa. No matter what kind of smile Jungwon tried to put on his face, it was always the same greetings and comments,
You okay, Won?
You’re good, Jungwon.
Want to chill with us, Jungwon?
Want a hug, Jungwon?
It was starting to kill him– the pity, the embarrassment he felt. To him, it felt as if you had already broken off your connection with him, as if the other islanders knew something he didn’t. They looked at him as if the decision had already been made, that you no longer felt for him what he felt for you.
He suffocated under the gazes of the islanders, their worried smiles and useless words of encouragement only making him want to throw himself into the ocean outside the villa. Suddenly, he straightened, a newfound determination rushing over him. This wouldn’t do for him– he couldn’t do it anymore.
You were talking to Riki in the kitchen, and Jungwon made a line to you, his steps charged and purposeful. You looked up from your conversation to meet eyes with Jungwon, whose face twisted with a kind of disappointment you’d never seen on him. “Jungwon?”
“We need to talk.” His voice was dull, cold and closed off. There was no smile on his face, no warmth in his presence, nothing. This had been out of character for him, and your heart immediately dropped. He knew. The tension in the air froze the kitchen over, and Riki cringed, speed-walking towards the gym area. You stammered, “Jungwon, listen–”
“You know,” Jungwon chuckled bitterly, “after all this time, I still can’t tell what it is you want from me.” Your lips pursed, unable to speak. You played with the strings of your bikini bottoms nervously as you let him continue. “I pour my heart out to you every single day, and you tell me that our connection is special, that you can see a future for us outside of this villa,” his voice cracked despite himself, “and then you go and make out with another man in the Speakeasy. Are you serious, Y/N?”
You’re nearly rendered speechless if not for the urge to explain yourself, to justify your actions. “Jungwon, we agreed that we would be open to exploring new connections–”
“We’ve been in here for nearly a month, Y/N! How much more exploring do you need to be sure of us? What is it going to take for you to come up with a clear opinion on our connection?” He pointed to himself, “I’ve explored connections, I had more than enough time to do that. I tried talking to the Casa girls, and none of them compared to you.” Jungwon felt the will to speak draining from his body little by little, his voice growing more dejected by the second. “I don’t feel for anyone else what I feel for you, and I’m done pretending that I don’t care about you exploring other men!”
Confusion fills you, the effects of the misunderstanding finally gaining on you. Your brows furrowed, and you shook your head. “Jungwon, we aren’t even closed off! The whole point of Love Island is that we explore, and I’m doing that! I’m putting myself first!” You made a gesture to the both of you, “And you know I adore our connection, but I’d be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t explore every possible connection.”
“That’s not my problem–”
“You just said it was!”
“Do you have to make out with every single man you feel something for to test out your chemistry?” Jungwon exhales, exasperated. Your eyes widen in shock, anger suddenly flipping your demeanor. Offended, you argue back, “It’s not that serious, Jungwon! Kissing is another way of learning about someone– it’s how I test my connections!” You point to him, “My conversation with Jake literally made me certain that I want you, Jungwon! I want you!”
“That’s bullshit!” Jungwon’s face contorts in disgust, his voice now the loudest in the villa. “You wanted the both of us to give you all the attention in the world, you wanted us to put everything on the line for you, and then choose which one of us you like more!” Tears are falling freely down his cheeks, and nearby islanders are frozen at the sight. “It’s disrespectful to me, to Jake, to Jake’s own connection! What if you decided you liked Jake’s kiss more than mine? Would you really be willing to throw everything away? Every conversation, every good time we spent together? Over a kiss?!”
“Why are you being like this, Jungwon?! We aren’t even–”
“I don’t care! I don’t care that we aren’t closed off, you never gave me a chance to ask!” He pauses, as if to stop himself from going completely off the rails. A stressed hand runs through his hair as he continues, “Honestly, Y/N? I’m jealous– I’m so fucking jealous of all the men who get to connect with you because I really like you and I’ve wanted to close things off for a while now,” his voice quiets, “but everytime I try, you’re off exploring a new connection.” He sighs, void of any lasting fight he had in the past.
You feel as if someone landed a clean punch at your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. The confession is gutting, all of the raw emotion in his voice left you stunned. You didn’t know what to say– you weren’t even sure if there was anything you could say. Jungwon’s voice had become no louder than a whisper when he finished, “I just wish that you showed up for this–for us– like I did. Like I still do.”
He looked down at you expectantly, waiting for any answer to leave your lips. He didn’t care what it was– he just wanted to hear you, but you never spoke. You stayed silent, tears falling in a steady stream from your eyes.
He nodded in resignation, a bitter smile on his face. “Alright then.” He walked out of the kitchen, his steps heavy as you stood in place. Your hands covered your face as you cried, left with the consequences of your actions, and the man you’d begun to love now far out of your reach.
IN WHICH : When yn asks her close friend Sunoo to fake a school "couple tradition" just to fit in with her friends, she didn't expect his best friend Jungwon, to completely lose his mind.
IN WHICH ⸻ jungwon gives you a little christmas surprise
( pairing ) ❜ jungwon x f!r 1092wc + fluff, christmas, angst if you squint contains ! kissing, skinship, swearing / archive
"are you really not going to be here for the christmas?" you ask as you talk to jungwon on the phone. you're sitting by the armchair near the window, staring at the snow pile up outside as the fireplace cracks near you.
"sorry princess," jungwon said on the other end of the line. "maybe next year."
you can't help but let out a sigh, looking longingly at the winter wonderland outside. "i was so excited to have you over so we can build a snowman and have some time together. it snowed here, you know."
jungwon left town last year for university leaving you behind, and despite what you've been telling yourself, you miss him. a lot.
you had been counting down to christmas all year, the days marked not with numbers but with quiet, vivid imaginings. you’d pictured you and jungwon sitting together wrapped in a soft blanket in the living room, surrounded by fairy lights whilst sipping on hot chocolate. a day spent outside building a snowman, recording the chaotic process with your ancient camcorder. jungwon is all you want for christmas, but it’s already christmas eve now, and jungwon isn’t here.
"gosh, i miss you so much wonnie," you say, pouting. "can't believe i'm left behind in this stupid boring town whilst you're in the city. there's nothing to do here- more sheeps than humans, i swear."
jungwon's laugh makes you smile despite your sadness.
"i miss you so much as well. i've got to go now, y/n. i promise i'll see you soon, okay?"
you roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair frustrated. "yeah, when is soon, jungwon? when is soon-"
jungwon ends the call, the line disconnecting with a little beep. you stare down at your dark screen in disbelief before letting out a huff.
asshole.
you wonder for a split second whether he's not coming back because he's not interested anymore. perhaps he found a prettier, smarter, nicer girl in university whom he's going to spend time with for christmas.
no, jungwon won't do that. he loves you.
right?
but if he did, would he really not come back for christmas without a proper explanation as to why?
and the way he ended the call with you so abruptly- maybe another girl was with him, holding his hand as he called you.
you throw your phone down on the sofa next to you, shaking your head.
"no, jungwon won't do that. he loves me." you say to yourself, saying it out loud as if it'll help convince you.
but can you really blame jungwon if he's found someone else? you aren't that pretty, and you don't even go to university with him.
amid your worries, there’s a knock on the door.
it’s soft, almost hesitant, but it breaks through the stillness like the first note of a song. your brows furrow.
you get up from the armchair, wondering who it is. it's definitely not the delivery man- you haven't ordered anything recently. a friend, maybe? no, they're all away, some of them to the city, some to the beach and some to warmer countries to flee from the biting cold of december.
so who is it?
"coming!" you call out, walking over to the door. you take in a deep breath, bracing yourself for the gust of icy cold air that's sure to blow in if you open the door.
you turn the door knob, immediately met with the cold wind and blizzard. and then you see him.
jungwon.
his cheeks are flushed pink from the cold, his dark hair peeking out of his knit beanie. he stands there, bundled in a thick coat, a dust of snow covering him and a small, gold wrapped box in his hands. he looks impossibly perfect against the pale winter backdrop, his smile soft, a little shy, but warm enough to melt away all your doubts and worries and frost in an instant.
“umm, merry christmas,” he says, his voice gentle and soft.
you stare for a moment or two, your breath caught somewhere between disbelief and relief, before stepping forward and throwing your arms around him. jungwon’s laugh is muffled against your shoulder as he lifts up from the ground to swing you to and fro like a little kid before putting you back down.
“you’re here,” you whispered. “i thought you couldn’t come.”
he pulled back from the embrace justice enough to look at you properly, and he sweeps away your hair from your face. “of course i’m here,” he murmurs. “i’ve been busy with university, couldn’t even talk to you on the phone that much, but i had to come.”
you feel your cheeks grow warm. “i thought you found someone else.”
“what?”
it sounds silly now, but you continue. “i thought you found a smarter, prettier girl at uni. thought you weren’t coming for christmas because you’re spending it with her.”
jungwon just laughs now. “you think i would replace you? princess, you overthink too much. i would never go off with another girl when you’re so perfect.”
he leans down to give you a sweet little kiss on the lips, and you smile.
“alright, let’s go in now before all this blizzard and cold gets in. let’s make a snowman together, and we can watch old disney together…”
Husband!Jungwon – What It's Like Being Married to Him ᯓꨄ︎˚˖ ࣪
🧵 Thread Start ⬇️
1️⃣ Waking Up Together
Husband!Jungwon wakes up before you most days, and instead of getting out of bed, he just watches you sleep with the softest smile. When you finally stir, he presses a lazy kiss to your forehead. “Good morning, love,” he murmurs, his voice still raspy from sleep.
2️⃣ Cooking Breakfast
Husband!Jungwon insists on making you breakfast, even if he’s half-asleep while flipping pancakes. Sometimes he messes up and pouts until you come help him. “I was trying to surprise you,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist.
3️⃣ Being Overprotective
Husband!Jungwon doesn’t like you overworking yourself. The second he sees you stressed, he’s pulling you into his lap and rubbing your back. “Enough work. Your husband is right here,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck.
4️⃣ The Way He Looks at You
Husband!Jungwon is the type to stare at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Whether you’re dressed up or just wearing his oversized hoodie, his eyes never stop shining. When you catch him, he just grins. “Can’t help it. You’re my wife.”
5️⃣ Playful Arguments
“Jungwon, give me the remote.”
“No.”
“Jungwon.”
“I’m your husband. That means I make the decisions.”
“Oh really?”
“…Fine, take it.” (He just wanted to tease you.)
6️⃣ Taking Care of You When You’re Sick
He’s by your side the entire time, tucking you in, making you soup, and even singing softly to help you sleep. “I don’t care if I get sick too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That just means we can be miserable together.”
7️⃣ Subtle Jealousy
If another guy even looks at you for too long, Jungwon just raises an eyebrow, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Do you need something?” he asks the guy with a polite but firm smile. (Later, he sulks until you kiss him and remind him he's the only one for you.)
8️⃣ Sweet Little Notes
Leaves sticky notes everywhere with things like:
"Don't forget to eat today. Love you!"
"Your husband says you're the prettiest."
"If you see this, come kiss me."
9️⃣ Late-Night Conversations
Lying in bed, facing each other, just talking about everything—your dreams, your fears, your favorite memories. He traces lazy circles on your skin and listens intently. “You’re my home,” he whispers before kissing your forehead.
🔟 Forever & Always
Husband!Jungwon isn’t just your husband—he’s your best friend, your biggest supporter, your home. And every single day, he makes sure you know just how much he loves you.
