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jungwon audio pleaseeee 💞💞💞💞

18+ ! jungwon audio (whimpering & wet noises & mommy kink)

begging for you over the phone because you're not there to help him :( ♡

sorry if u didn't want mommy kink... it sounded too much like him to not use

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˗ˏˋ 07. FIRST TIMER ˎˊ˗

pairingᝰ.ᐟ yang jungwon x reader

warningsᝰ.ᐟ masturbation, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, etc.

natty's notesᝰ.ᐟ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

statusᝰ.ᐟ 7/9 completed!

read more about this series here!

the late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds in slatted gold, painting the apartment floor in soft stripes of warmth that stretched toward the kitchen. the air was quiet, too quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the wood beneath shifting weight. sunoo leaned against the counter, his posture casual but his expression anything but, the curve of a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he twisted the cap on a water bottle absentmindedly. across the room, jungwon sat curled up on the couch with his legs folded beneath him, his brows slightly furrowed as he glanced between sunoo and jake, sensing something was off. jake hadn’t said much since jungwon walked in—his arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes unreadable as they lingered on the floor and then flicked up every now and then, like he was holding something back. jungwon couldn’t tell if it was tension or anticipation that made the silence stretch so long, but either way, he felt it crawling up his spine. finally, it was sunoo who broke it, sighing through his nose before speaking in a quiet but steady voice. “i’m just gonna say it—we’re all kind of losing our shit over the same girl.”

the words seemed to echo in the stillness, landing heavier than jungwon expected as he blinked, startled. he didn’t interrupt, didn’t even breathe for a second, just watched sunoo’s fingers trace along the ridge of the bottle like he needed something to do with his hands. “heeseung, jay—almost all of us and now me too,” sunoo continued, his voice softer now, tinged with something close to disbelief. “we’ve all worked with her. and i don’t mean just filmed with her—i mean something’s different. she’s not like the others.” jungwon stayed quiet, the room feeling suddenly too warm as the weight of their obsession unfolded in front of him, more real now than any of the quiet mutterings he’d overheard before. the tension that had been brewing in the background of their group dynamic now made perfect sense—the sidelong glances, the vague references, the sudden drops in conversation when he walked in. sunoo shifted then, the mood lifting slightly as he tilted his head, tone taking on a teasing lilt. “you should check her out, won. the subs have been begging you to collab anyway. might as well see what you’re missing.” something deep in jungwon’s chest stirred at the suggestion—not just curiosity, but something hotter, something restless. “maybe i will,” he muttered, barely above a whisper, before rising to his feet with a determined set to his jaw.

the hallway was cooler, dimmer as he padded quietly toward the room at the end, his heart picking up pace for reasons he didn’t want to name yet. he paused outside ni-ki’s door, knuckles tapping twice before he pushed it open without waiting for a response. the scent of fabric softener and faint cologne hit him first, followed by the soft glow of ni-ki’s laptop screen as he sat at his desk, eyes flicking up to meet jungwon’s with mild surprise. “i think i’m gonna do it,” jungwon said, voice quiet but steady, his fingers curling into the pockets of his hoodie as he leaned against the frame. ni-ki didn’t respond right away—just arched a brow, gaze narrowing slightly as he waited for more. “i want to collab with her,” jungwon clarified, and though he didn’t say your name, they both knew who he meant. “the guys are all hooked and… i want to understand why. i think it’s time i actually start doing this for real.” ni-ki leaned back in his chair slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, but his tone stayed calm. “you sure? that’s not just a toe dip—you’re diving in.” jungwon nodded once, resolve settling behind his nerves. “if anyone’s gonna get me to do it, it’s her.” ni-ki gave a slow shrug and turned back to his screen. “then go for it,” he said simply. “but let me know if she’s really as addictive as they say.”

—

jungwon lies in bed, the sheets rumpled beneath him, legs slightly tangled as he props his phone just above his chest, the glow from the screen casting a faint shimmer over his features. the room is quiet except for the low hum of his fan, and the soft golden light from his desk lamp spreads across the duvet, flickering every time he shifts his hand or thumb taps against the glass. he’s been thinking about it all day—about the way sunoo leaned back in his chair, half-sighing as he talked about you, about how real his words had felt even when said with a smile. it wasn’t just the teasing tone or the half-jokes about how you had all of them wrapped around your finger—it was something deeper, something that stayed behind long after the conversation ended. jungwon had seen it in their eyes too—that distant dazedness whenever you came up, like you were still in the room even after they left you behind. it haunted him more than it should’ve, the image of someone they all seemed unable to forget, someone they never even described in detail. it felt like they were guarding something, like they wanted to keep you for themselves, and that alone made curiosity bloom hot and anxious in his chest. he didn’t know why it was affecting him this way—but it was, and it wasn’t going away. so he finally gives in, fingers hovering only a second before tapping into his chat with sunoo, typing out the message quick and messy before the nerves could tell him not to.

“hey… what’s her username?” 

and before he even locks his phone, his response comes back in a blink. 

@babydollxo, just so you know her name is y/n

no hesitation, just the bare name like he’s handing him the last puzzle piece. his thumb hovers for a second before he clicks over to the site, breathing slowly through his nose as he searches the tag, chest already tight with anticipation. and when your page loads, it’s like something in him stills completely—no profile photo, no long description, just two videos and a name that shouldn’t feel this intimate, but already does. he doesn’t even realize he’s started biting his lip until he presses play.

the first video begins slow, barely lit, the frame hazy in a way that looks accidental at first—until he realizes every detail is intentional, curated to feel soft and close and personal. you’re on your back, hand between your thighs, the lighting angled low so that your skin glows in soft gold and pink, every part of you glistening under the faint shimmer of sweat. your voice is quiet but clear, breathy like you’re whispering directly into his ear, like he’s stumbled into something he shouldn’t be seeing, but now that he is, he can’t look away. your hips lift slightly with each circle of your fingers, your thighs trembling, and the camera stays still—clean, unshaken, perfectly steady as if it were made just for his eyes. his hand dips under your waistband without thinking, his fingers wrapping slowly around himself as the pressure builds low in his stomach. he strokes once, twice, syncing with the way your breath catches, matching your pace as you whimper something too soft to catch but loud enough to ruin him. he exhale shakily, eyes glued to the screen, and his hips twitch forward as you arches, moaning for someone that isn’t him—but still somehow feels like it could be. his thumb brushes over the head of his cock and he hisses, teeth gritting as he closes his eyes briefly, trying not to fall apart before he even gets to the second clip.he pauses, heart pounding, fingers slick with precum as he hovers over the next thumbnail, the preview showing just the outline of your thighs and the curve of your stomach. his breath is ragged now, chest rising and falling with a kind of urgency he doesn’t recognize in himself, and for a second he considers stopping—just waiting until tomorrow, until he’s more in control. but he can’t. not when he’s already this far, not when the tension in his body is wound so tight that it hurts to move slowly. he taps the screen again, the second video loading with a flicker, and this time your kneeling—closer to the lens, your eyes still out of frame, but everything else on full display. the way your fingers glide between your legs is slower now, almost teasing, like you know someone new is watching. he swallows hard, gripping himself tighter as your moans rise softly into the silence, echoing off the walls of his room like they were made just for him. his hips jerk into his palm and he bites down on a whimper, heat coiling deep in his stomach as your pace builds again, and he can’t stop the way his hand moves faster—matching yours, chasing the same high.

he can’t help it anymore—he whispers your name, not even realizing it had left his lips until the syllables echo faintly in the space around him, his body tenses and trembles as his orgasm builds fast, urgent, relentless. your voice breaks in the video just as his does in real life, and he fall over the edge with a gasp, head falling back against his pillows, hand still stroking through it as he rides the wave to its end. the screen starts to fade into black, the last frame frozen on the soft part of your lips, swollen and wet with the weight of your pleasure, and he feels dizzy—like he’s just stepped out of something too big for his chest. his breath evens out slowly, chest still rising, and he closes his eyes for a beat, letting the air settle before glancing down at your username again. @babydollxo. it repeats in his mind like a chant, like a craving, and even though he had just finished, his fingers twitch with the urge to open the messages. not for a follow. not even to tip. but to say something.

something that would make you look at him next.

—

the soft chime of your doorbell slices through the quiet of your apartment, jolting you from the stillness that had settled like dust around you. your laptop hums quietly from the couch, screen still open on a half-finished assignment, but your focus has already scattered as your bare feet move toward the front door with hesitant steps. when you pull it open, expecting maybe a neighbor or a delivery you forgot about, you’re met with an empty hallway—silent, untouched—except for the delicate bouquet resting against the doorframe like a secret left behind. your breath catches in your throat as you crouch to pick it up, fingers brushing over the velvety petals, the soft pastel shades blooming like a painting against the late afternoon light. it smells like warmth and something tender—roses, peonies, tiny sprays of baby’s breath—and nestled between the stems is a folded piece of paper, your name written on it in handwriting you didn’t recognize. you shut the door behind you as you step back inside, setting the bouquet gently on the kitchen counter before slipping your finger under the lip of the note and unfolding it with care. 

i didn’t think one night could do this to me. but it did. maybe it was the way you said my name. maybe it was the way you didn’t treat me like i was just another collab—like i was someone worth seeing, worth touching slowly, worth remembering. i’ve watched the video more times than i should admit. not for the content, but because of the way i felt in it. with you. i want to know what’s behind the camera. i want to see you again—really see you. not to film. not to fuck. just to feel whatever this is, for real.

yours truly,

heeseung.

you read it again, slower this time, your chest tightening with every sentence, your hand flattening against the cool counter just to ground yourself, because it’s too much—too beautiful—and you don’t know what to do with it.

you stare at the flowers a moment longer, letting the scent and sentiment soak into your skin, before you’re pulled away by the buzz of your phone from the couch behind you. it vibrates once, sharp and sudden, and you move on autopilot, padding across the room with your heartbeat still fluttering against your ribs, unsure if you want it to be him again or if that would make it worse. but it’s not heeseung. it’s someone new—unexpected. your phone lights up with a new notification from a username that triggers something distant in your memory: 

@wonsodirty

 you stare at it for a second, blinking slowly as your thumb hovers over the alert, something curling in your stomach—not anxiety exactly, but something heavier, something curious.

 wonsodirty: “hey… i’ve been thinking about something. want to collab?” 

the words feel weightless and loaded all at once, the kind of casual that masks a storm underneath, and suddenly you're remembering the preview clip you watched when you first joined—him, soft-spoken but intense, his voice low and his eyes dark. you’d forgotten about him in the chaos of everything else, the whirlwind of heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon and sunoo—but now here he is, quiet and unexpected, slipping into your inbox with a tension that coils low in your spine.

you don’t open the message right away. your fingers linger above your screen as you sink into the couch, the petals of heeseung’s bouquet still within view on the kitchen counter, their colors glowing softly under the golden hour light. it’s too much at once—too many emotions curling around each other, too many paths tugging at your sleeve. you press your phone to your chest for a moment, as if stilling the beat of it might still your thoughts too, but your heart only stutters harder beneath the weight of it. eventually, you unlock the screen and reread jungwon’s message, the simplicity of it making your breath falter in a way you didn’t expect. it’s not forward, not demanding—just thoughtful, tentative, like he’s trying to enter without disturbing something delicate. your thumbs hover over the keyboard as you try to decide how to respond, caught between the memory of his voice in that short preview and the softness you’d always sensed beneath it. finally, your fingers start to move, slow but certain: 

“sure… i’d love to. when were you thinking?” 

you hit send before you can second-guess it, the air still thick around you, and immediately, three dots bounce on your screen like they’ve been waiting there all along.

his reply comes almost instantly, and you can practically hear his tone in the way he types, every message carefully spaced like he’s trying not to overwhelm you. 

wonsodirty: “is tonight okay?” 

he asks, then quickly follows upwonsodirty: “if not that’s okay too, i just… want to talk to you. maybe plan something?”

it’s the second message that tugs at you—gentle, unsure, like he’s afraid of getting it wrong. and there’s something about it that makes your chest ache, because it doesn’t feel like someone reaching for content, it feels like someone reaching for connection. you tuck your legs underneath you, blinking at the flowers on the counter again before shifting your gaze back to your phone, your breath catching slightly when you read his next text. 

wonsodirty: “i know this is random. but you’ve kind of been stuck in my head lately.” 

it echoes too closely to the letter you just read, the one still folded neatly on your counter, and you close your eyes for a second, wondering what the hell the universe is trying to tell you. but when you open them again, you’re typing your address, fingers trembling slightly, a small smile pulling at your lips despite the confusion bubbling underneath. 

“come over” 

—-

the knock is gentle, barely louder than the hum of your thoughts, but it’s enough to pull you back to the present. your fingers twitch as you smooth the front of your shirt, brushing down fabric that doesn’t really need adjusting, and you let out a quiet breath that feels more like a sigh. your heart beats a little quicker—not out of fear, but something closer to nerves, anticipation folding into curiosity. you cross the room in slow steps, every footfall padded against the floor, and when your hand turns the lock and pulls the door open, everything halts. he’s standing there like he wasn’t prepared to see you, like your face caught him off guard in the most disarming way. his eyes catch the light, wide and almost sparkling, and his mouth parts slightly—no greeting, no hello, just a soft stunned silence that says more than words ever could. “come in,” you say gently, your voice soft with amusement, and his gaze doesn’t shift even as he moves forward, as if he’s still processing the fact that you’re real. the door clicks closed behind him, and you can’t help the quiet giggle that escapes you when he lingers there, stuck in place like he’s forgotten what he’s supposed to do.

he clears his throat awkwardly, the sound small in your cozy living room, and his eyes flick from the couch to the shelves to the soft throw blanket hanging off the side of the armchair. it’s like he’s memorizing everything, like the details of your space matter just as much as the way you looked when you answered the door. “it’s just me for now,” you offer, your voice filling the silence with a kind of casual comfort. “my roommate won’t be here tonight.” he nods, once, then again a little slower, as if your words need time to settle inside him. there’s a flush on his cheeks, barely there but unmistakable, and when his eyes finally return to yours, they hold something fragile. “i’m sorry for the way i’m acting,” he says quietly, almost like it’s embarrassing to admit. “you’re just so… pretty.” the words land soft but heavy, and for a second, neither of you moves—like the air between you has thickened with meaning, like this is the start of something that neither of you can take back.

you feel the compliment land somewhere low in your chest, warm and grounding, like the way sunlight lingers on your skin even after you’ve stepped into the shade. there’s a breathless kind of hush in the room now, not uncomfortable, but charged—like both of you are waiting for the other to move first. “thank you,” you say softly, the corners of your lips tugging upward, and when he offers you the smallest, most earnest smile in return, it makes your heart stutter. “do you wanna sit?” you ask, your hand motioning toward the couch, and he nods a little too quickly, like he’s afraid you might take the offer back. jungwon moves carefully, like he’s trying not to disturb anything, his shoulders stiff with the weight of being in unfamiliar territory—but when he finally settles beside you, he exhales like he can breathe again. there’s a moment of silence as your knee brushes his, just barely, and you see the way his jaw clenches before he dares to glance at you again. “i’m a little nervous,” he admits, voice low, almost apologetic, as he tugs at the hem of his sleeve like it’s a lifeline. “but i wanna do this... with you,” he adds, eyes searching yours, and something inside you softens at how genuine he looks—like there’s no performance, no script, just him wanting to be seen.

you turn to face him fully now, folding one leg beneath you, and rest your hand gently against his arm, grounding him with your touch. “you don’t have to be anything but yourself, jungwon,” you say, and you mean it—it’s in your voice, steady and sure, wrapping around his nerves like a balm. he breathes in deep, then lets it go slowly, his eyes fluttering closed for half a second before he opens them again, this time steadier. “i’ve never done this before,” he confesses, the tips of his ears flushing red, but there’s no shame in it—just honesty, unfiltered and laid bare for you to take or leave. “then we’ll go slow,” you assure him, your thumb brushing gently over his knuckles, and it’s that small touch that finally lets him lean into the moment instead of away from it. you lean in first, bridging the space between you without rushing it, and when your lips meet his, it’s tender and coaxing, like an invitation rather than a command. jungwon responds with the hesitancy of someone unused to being wanted like this, but his hands still find your waist, fingers pressing in as he starts to kiss you back, more sure of it this time.

you pull back just enough to see the soft flush blooming across jungwon’s cheeks, his eyes still heavy-lidded from the kiss, lips parted like he’s chasing the ghost of your mouth. “come with me,” you whisper, fingers curling around his hand as you rise to your feet, and he follows without question, the grip he has on you just tight enough to say he doesn’t want to let go. the hallway is quiet as you guide him toward your bedroom, each step thick with anticipation, the air between your bodies humming with the weight of everything left unsaid. once inside, you release him gently, letting him take in the space while you move toward the dresser and retrieve your small tripod, adjusting the angle to face the bed in soft lighting. he watches you silently, like every motion is a spell, and when you click the record button on, you glance over your shoulder to meet his gaze. “do you trust me?” you ask, voice soft but serious, and jungwon doesn’t hesitate—he nods, stepping closer, eyes steady as he says, “yes. i trust you.” the words settle deep in your chest, something grounding and intimate in the way he gives himself over to the moment without hesitation.

you walk to him slowly, closing the space between your bodies until your fingertips brush along the hem of his shirt, dragging upward with unhurried care as you ease the fabric over his head. his skin is warm beneath your touch, and when your palms glide up his chest, he shivers just slightly, breath hitching as your mouth finds his again—this time deeper, hungrier, filled with something that pulses between your ribs. jungwon kisses like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you, the rhythm, the taste—his hands resting at your hips, not pulling, just holding like he doesn’t want the moment to slip through his fingers. your fingers trail down his sides, nails skimming gently along his waist, and the way he exhales against your lips makes heat curl low in your stomach. you press forward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he sits without protest, eyes locked on yours with something close to awe. “you’re doing so good,” you murmur, brushing his hair back from his face, and his lips part, pupils blown wide as he whispers your name like it’s the only thing anchoring him to earth. you climb onto his lap slowly, knees bracketing his thighs, your lips grazing his as you whisper, “let me take care of you.”

your lips barely leave his for more than a breath before you're pulling him in again, letting the kiss grow slower, deeper, more consuming with every tilt of your head. jungwon trembles under your touch, his hands gripping your waist like you’re the only thing tethering him to earth, his breath hitching every time your tongue brushes against his. you can feel how hard he is through his sweats, the way he jerks faintly every time your body presses a little too close, and it only spurs you on—makes you kiss him harder, hungrier, your fingers threading through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. his hips twitch up into yours without meaning to, and when you moan softly into his mouth, he breaks—his fingers digging into your sides, a stuttered gasp leaving him as he whines your name against your lips. you feel the sudden warmth through the fabric, the way his body jerks again, overwhelmed, as he finishes just from the way you kiss him like he means something. his breath shakes as it catches in his throat, chest heaving as his eyes flutter open slowly, dazed and glassy and full of disbelief. “i’m so sorry,” he whispers, voice cracking with embarrassment, his cheeks flushing a deep, gorgeous red that creeps down his neck. but you only smile, brushing your nose against his and kissing the corner of his mouth like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“don’t be,” you murmur, voice soft and warm as your hands cradle his jaw, grounding him. “that just means i’m doing something right.” jungwon swallows hard, blinking up at you like he doesn’t know what to do with himself now, but he still doesn’t let go—his hands slide up to your waist again, gripping like he doesn’t want you to move.

his brows twitch like he wants to say something more, maybe apologize again, but you hush him with a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another along his jaw. your fingers slide down his chest, slow and careful, feeling the way he shivers under your touch as you trail lower, past his stomach, to the waistband of his sweats. “can i?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, even though the room feels thick with tension already. he nods immediately, breath catching as he shifts his hips to give you room, his eyes glued to your hands like he can’t believe this is really happening. “i wanna make you feel good,” you murmur, and he swallows so hard it makes his whole throat jump, his body going still as your fingers dip beneath the waistband and tug gently.

he helps you out of your clothes as you help him out of his sweats slowly, letting them slide down his legs until he kicks them off the edge of the bed, his thighs trembling faintly with leftover tension. jungwon’s cock is already sensitive, the head flushed a deep pink and still glistening slightly from the mess he made earlier, and you lean down to kiss his inner thigh first, soft and slow. the sound he makes is quiet—just a shaky little exhale that leaves his lips parted, his head tilted back against the pillow as he watches you with wide eyes. your tongue traces a warm path up his thigh before you press another kiss just beside his length, and he twitches in response, his hand fisting into the sheets. “you don’t have to—” he starts, voice ragged, but you silence him with one look, your fingers wrapping gently around his cock. “i want to,” you say, firm and sure, and then you lower your mouth, letting your tongue flick over the head in one slow, teasing pass that has his hips jerking before he can stop them.

you hum softly as you take him deeper, your hand stroking what your lips can’t reach yet, and jungwon’s entire body tenses beneath you like he’s caught between pleasure and disbelief. “oh my god,” he whispers, his voice breaking on the edges of every syllable, his hand hesitating in the air before it finally lands on your shoulder, gripping softly. he’s trying not to move, trying not to buck into your mouth, but you can feel how hard it is for him to stay still—especially when your lips sink lower, your cheeks hollowing around him. his thighs tighten around your arms, his breath turning into these quiet, whimpering little gasps that make you want to push him even further. you bob your head slowly, keeping the rhythm steady, letting the suction drag heat up his spine with every pass. his fingers tighten against your shoulder, and his voice comes out broken when he breathes, “you feel—fuck, you feel so good.” and you glance up, eyes meeting his, just in time to see the way his lips part wider, completely undone.

jungwon’s hand trembles against your shoulder, fingers flexing like he’s trying to ground himself, to stop the overwhelming heat that’s rushing straight to his gut. you can feel it in the way his hips twitch beneath you, the way his thighs begin to shake as he whispers your name like a secret prayer, caught between panic and bliss. “w-wait,” he breathes, chest heaving as his voice cracks, “fuck, i’m gonna—” but the words never finish because your tongue swirls around the head just right and his whole body jolts like he’s been shocked. you ease up just enough to tease him again, letting your lips ghost over the tip with a hum, and his eyes roll back for a second before he clenches them shut. “i can’t… not like this again,” he stammers, his other hand fumbling to touch your wrist, to signal anything through the haze clouding his mind. “please… can i—can i be inside you?” he asks, the plea barely above a whisper but thick with yearning. you pause, blinking up at him as your hand strokes him gently, and the look on his face is one of pure need—desperate and soft and honest.

you release him with one last kiss just above his base, dragging your lips upward until they reach his stomach, pressing small kisses into his skin as you make your way back up to straddle his waist. jungwon’s hands rise automatically to hold your hips, his fingers splayed wide like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. you smile down at him, your hair falling over your shoulder as you lean in to kiss him, slower this time, letting him taste himself faintly on your tongue. he moans into your mouth, his grip tightening, and you feel the way his cock twitches again beneath you, brushing against your inner thigh like he’s barely holding it together. “you sure?” you ask gently, your voice brushing against his lips like silk, and he nods so fast it makes your heart squeeze. “i want it,” he whispers, breath shaky, “i want all of it—please.” your fingers trail down his chest, feeling the way it rises and falls beneath your palm, and you shift your hips forward, dragging your folds slowly along his length. jungwon gasps, his hands flying up to cup your face, and you swear he looks at you like you hung the moon.

his cock presses right where you’re wettest, gliding through the slick mess of your arousal like it was made to be there, and he whimpers when you start to grind against him. “god, you feel unreal,” he breathes, like he’s still trying to believe this is happening, like his mind hasn’t caught up with the fact that you’re not just a screen anymore. you reach down between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance, and his eyes widen when the head catches, parting you just barely. “breathe,” you whisper, watching him fall apart beneath you as you sink down, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you open slowly. jungwon lets out a broken moan, his nails digging into your waist, and his brows pinch together like the pleasure’s almost too much. “you’re so tight,” he groans, voice cracking again, “fuck, i don’t wanna cum yet, i wanna feel you.” you cup his cheek, grounding him, and start to rock your hips gently, letting your walls flutter around him with every movement. his lips part again, and his head tips back against the pillows, pure ecstasy painted across his features.

his hands tremble where they grip your hips, the pads of his thumbs stroking slow, reverent circles into your skin as if trying to memorize every inch. jungwon’s chest rises and falls with labored breaths, the softest little whines slipping from his lips each time your hips roll forward and back again. the heat between your bodies grows thick, humid, his hair clinging slightly to his forehead as his eyes flutter open and closed—completely dazed by how good you feel wrapped around him. “you’re… s-so tight,” he stammers, voice barely holding together, “it’s like—like you’re pulling me in more every time, fuck.” your hands press flat to his chest, feeling the wild pace of his heartbeat as you move slower on purpose, watching his brows furrow and mouth fall open in the prettiest kind of agony. his lips form your name again, this time dragged out between moans, and you can’t help but clench around him just to hear the way his breath catches. “god, i’m not gonna last,” he admits, biting down on his lip like it’ll help, even though his body’s already trembling beneath yours. “you feel too good… you’re too perfect, fuck—i’m never gonna forget this.”

you reach up to brush your fingers through his hair, smiling when he leans into your touch like he’s starved for it, his eyes dazed and glossy as they meet yours again. jungwon’s hands slide up to your waist, holding you tighter like he’s scared this will vanish if he doesn’t ground himself to your body. “i dreamed of this,” he whispers suddenly, so soft you almost miss it, “i’d close my eyes and try to imagine what being inside you would feel like… but nothing ever came close.” your heart stutters in your chest, but you keep your pace steady, dragging your hips forward so slowly it has his jaw dropping open with a choked whimper. “i love how you look like this,” he continues, his voice cracking at the edges, “on top of me… taking control… you’re unreal.” you can feel him twitch inside you, every movement of your body pulling another gasp or broken curse from his mouth as he tries so hard to hold on. your fingers curl around his wrists, encouraging him to just feel, to let go of the tension clinging to his limbs. “you’re so beautiful,” he moans, his grip tightening again, “fuck—i’m gonna say it a thousand times if you keep moving like that.”

his compliments pour from him like he’s lost his filter, everything he’s ever thought about you spilling into the space between your bodies with no shame. he keeps his gaze locked on your face as best he can, even when his eyes go heavy-lidded from pleasure, like he doesn’t want to miss a second of the way you ride him. “i’ve never felt anything like this,” he says again, breathless, “i didn’t know it could feel this good.” your hips slow just slightly, enough to grind down harder and deeper, and he gasps, his head tipping back as his thighs twitch beneath you. “please don’t stop,” he begs softly, the words trailing off into a whimper when your nails drag gently down his chest, “you’re driving me insane, but i want more.” you lean over him, lips grazing his jaw, and he turns his head to catch your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, moaning into it when you roll your hips just right. his cock throbs inside you with every movement, thick and twitching and so achingly full, and you can feel how close he is already—like he’s trying so hard not to fall apart under you too soon.

you pull away from the kiss just enough to see his face, to watch the way his eyes search yours like he’s trying to hold on to reality. jungwon swallows hard, sweat glistening along his neck, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your waist again like he needs the contact to keep breathing. “you’re all i want,” he whispers, almost like he doesn’t mean to say it out loud, “just you… right here, like this.” the admission makes your chest tighten, warmth blooming in your core as you move a little faster, taking him deeper with each thrust of your hips. his moans grow louder, more broken, as his legs spread wider, his toes curling into the sheets like he’s unraveling with every pass of your body over his. “fuck—please,” he pants, his voice pitching higher as he presses his forehead to your shoulder, “please, i’m so close.” you slow again just slightly, dragging it out, and the sound that leaves his mouth is so needy it has your stomach clenching with heat. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says between gasps, “but i’d let you ruin me every day if it means i get to feel like this.”

his body jerks beneath you, so sensitive and desperate, his hands now sliding up and down your sides as if grounding himself to the moment will keep him from flying apart. you shift slightly, circling your hips slower, watching the way jungwon’s head tilts back against the pillows, his lips parted in a soft, high moan that sounds like it’s being pulled from the deepest part of him. “please,” he gasps again, his voice trembling, “i’m gonna cum—i can’t—fuck, i’m so close.” but you don’t speed up, not yet, dragging it out just a little longer, watching his pretty face twist with frustration and pleasure so tangled they’re indistinguishable. your fingers stroke down the center of his chest, feeling his heart race under your palm, and he whines—an actual whine—as you tighten around him. “you’re so mean,” he breathes, but there’s no bite to it, only awe and heat and something that sounds dangerously close to love, “but you feel so fucking good, i’d let you do anything to me.” your lips find his again, slow and open-mouthed, your tongue curling against his in a kiss that has his hips jerking helplessly up into yours. he moans into your mouth, his entire body tightening beneath you, and when you finally start to move faster, his hands clamp down on your waist like he’s bracing for impact.

your pace grows steady again, rolling your hips down until you’re grinding into him just right—drawing out every sharp inhale and whimper that escapes his lips as he completely loses himself in you. jungwon’s eyes squeeze shut as his nails dig into your hips, his chest rising and falling so fast you can feel the heat radiating off him in waves. “fuck, fuck—i’m gonna—” he gasps, his words breaking off into a strangled cry as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, hips twitching beneath you. and then it hits him—his body arches, his mouth opens wide in a silent moan, and you feel him pulse deep inside you, thick warmth spreading as he finishes hard, completely undone beneath your touch. “oh my god,” he breathes, voice wrecked and trembling, “you—fuck, you feel like heaven.” his whole body stays tense for a moment before he finally slumps beneath you, chest heaving, skin flushed and damp with sweat. you brush his hair off his forehead gently, smiling when he blinks up at you like he’s still trying to process what just happened. “you ruined me,” he says softly, almost laughing as he says it, but there’s no regret in his voice—only wonder.

he blinks again, chest still rising and falling with shallow breaths, and you watch the way his lashes flutter like he’s on the edge of sleep already. “you didn’t even have to do anything crazy,” he whispers, his voice husky and slow, “just… kissed me. and i was gone.” you giggle under your breath, kissing his cheek before sliding your hand down his chest again, feeling the steady beat of his heart start to slow beneath your fingertips. he gazes up at you like you hung the stars, no trace of embarrassment—just awe, like he still can’t believe you’re real. “you’re amazing,” he says again, and this time it’s quieter, like it’s just for you. “i wanna do everything with you.” you can’t help but lean down again, your mouth brushing his as he sighs softly against your lips, completely soft now but still clinging to you like he never wants this moment to end.

his body is still warm against yours, his cheek resting on your chest as you both lie tangled together beneath the sheets, the room dim and silent except for the slow rhythm of your breaths. jungwon’s lashes flutter every now and then, like he’s drifting but fighting to stay awake, and you feel the rise and fall of his chest settle into something peaceful. your fingers thread lazily through his hair, combing back the soft strands that cling to his forehead, and he hums low in his throat—soothed, comforted, held. “i don’t want this to end,” he whispers suddenly, his voice thick with sleep but laced with something fragile, something real, as his arm curls tighter around your waist. you freeze just a little at the weight of the words, heart squeezing as your hand slows in his hair, your lips parting to respond but no words come out. he doesn't seem to notice your silence, only nuzzles closer, his nose brushing the space just beneath your collarbone before he lets out a breath that sounds like surrender. “you make everything feel calm,” he murmurs, quieter now, like he’s speaking into a dream, “like it’s okay to be soft here.” you press a kiss to the crown of his head, still unable to speak, because there’s something about the way he clings to you—not just with his hands, but with his whole body—that makes you want to hold him even tighter.

his thumb rubs slow circles into your side as his breathing evens out, and you stare up at the ceiling, your own thoughts unraveling like thread with every second that passes. you weren’t supposed to feel this much, not with any of them, and yet here you are—with your heart lodged somewhere between your throat and his sleepy voice echoing in your chest. you shift slightly, enough to tuck the blanket higher over his back, and he stirs only to let out a soft sigh, like your care wraps around him as much as the warmth of the bed. “you’re too good,” he says, almost inaudible now, and your eyes sting at the tenderness in his tone—because you know he means it, every word, every breath. your hand slides down to his back, fingers drawing idle shapes along his spine, and the comfort of it is mutual, grounding, like neither of you want to move or break the spell of this moment. but something inside you aches, because as perfect as this feels, you know it’s not simple—it’s messy and fragile and dangerous, and the more you try to pretend it’s not, the harder it hits. your throat tightens as the weight of it presses into your chest, tears prickling behind your eyes, and you don’t even know who you’re crying for—him, them, or yourself. so you close your eyes and hold him tighter, trying to memorize the feeling of this moment, even if you don’t know how long it will last.

natty's notesᝰ.ᐟ dare i say jungwon might be my fav >.<

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양정원 ─── ୨୧ BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK

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“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right on your cunt, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”

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fem!reader x jungwon, needy jungwon, dry humping, sweaty & hot, noona kink (he would definitely have one), he calls you noona excessively, unprotected sex, missionary position

it’s so hot.

you’re sweating, constricted, almost claustrophobic and blanketed in a layer of heat. you blearily blink your eyes open, adjusting them to the darkness of the room. it's a struggle when only a sliver of light shines through your window from the moon. the window that was also cracked to let in a slight breeze.

you can feel the most heat radiating against your back, it was burning you up like an oven. that’s when you remembered through your drowsy state that your boyfriend slept over tonight. he lay behind you, body tense, sweating copiously, breathing heavily against your neck, making the strands of hair on your nape stick to your skin. he had his arm slung over your waist and was gripping tightly onto your loose shirt, hands shaky.

“wonnie,” you sleepily whisper. you reach up, attempting to unfurl his fist from your clothing and slightly push him over so you can get just a bit of the cool air. he only tightens his hold.

“noona,” he whimpers, tentatively grinding his hips against your ass.

oh.

“relax love,” you say, trying to turn around and give him comfort, but only end up brushing against jungwon’s bulge and he instinctively pushes forward with a groan.

“what’s going on?” you mumble.

“noona,” he whines again, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you closer. he buries his face into your neck, sending a new wave of uncomfortable heat through your body. “w-when i woke up i was already hard and you were pressed against me.”

you sigh, using your hand to instead caress his arm that held you in place. you can’t ignore how aroused jungwon, his dick poking you is a constant reminder of that.

“i need you,” he whispers, slowly grinding against you again with a tiny moan. “i want-“

“junwon, it’s way too hot to do that right now,” you tenderly say, patting his arm, signaling for him to let you go. “you’re literally burning up,” you continue when he holds you even tighter - a protest against you.

“please, i need you,” he tries again, trailing a hand under your shirt and up to cup one of your breasts.

“you don’t need anything,” you reply, a different type of warmth igniting between your legs, but he doesn’t have to know that. “you’re just horny.”

jungwon huffs with a pout. “i can’t help it,” he says, pressing a kiss to your sweaty neck. “you feel so good against me noona.”

“jungwon, i said-“

“please noona,” he breaths, rubbing against your ass intentionally. “let me fuck you.” he finishes, leaning over to bite your ear.

fuck. you try to contain yourself, stopping yourself from flipping him over and using him until he’s begging you to stop, make him regret his words. as much as you want to do it, it’s just too hot and you know he's just trying to egg you on.

“okay,” you reply nonchalantly.

jungwon pauses, “huh?”

“you can fuck me.”

you feel jungwon’s mouth open and close against your ear, struggling to find his words. “really?” he settles on.

before you can speak, he turns you over and parts your legs, putting himself in between them. he leans down, his face so close to yours that you can feel his wet hair strands tickling your forehead. “you’re really going to let me?”

“yes but-“ you feel jungwon snake his way back up your shirt, his damp hands trailing up and down your sides. you thunk him on the forehead softly. “not right now.”

“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right against your heat, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”

it’s clear that he won’t move unless you push him off, but despite how hot and sweaty you both were, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. there was a stronger part of you that wants to play this out. the way jungwon is practically begging, excites you.

“we can do just this,” you offer, rolling your hips against his, making jungwon needily moan. “but that’s it, just grinding.”

jungwon eagerly nods, “please.”

you can’t see his face clearly in the semi-dark, but you can bet that his face was deeply flushed, not only from the heat that fills the room, but in arousal. he’s breathing heavily, each pant fanning across your face.

you reach out to lovingly touch his face, the glow of the moon casting a slight shine against it. you weren't surprised to find it was warm. you caress his cheek, jungwon nuzzling into your touch, before sliding your hand up to push his hair back from his sweaty forehead.

jungwon doesn’t move as you map out his face, just holds onto your waist . traveling over his nose, to his jaw, pressing your thumb against his wet bottom lip. your finger coming back moist from him breathing hotly against it.

you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. jungwon immediately melting into it, all spit and tongue as he hungrily makes out with you. your other hand drags down his bare chest, his abs tensing under your touch as you skim past a nipple.

at the same time, you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him so you were pressed together, no space left between, as you grind up against his throbbing cock. jungwon chokes, hands scrambling to clutch your waist, breaking the kiss to moan into your mouth. “noona,” he whispers, with a breathy voice.

you lean in to kiss him again, taking your time with him this time, despite jungwon’s rising eagerness. he steadily ruts against you as you flick a thumb across his nipple and draw a gasp from him. you circle around the bud, teasing, and jungwon has your hips in an almost bruising hold.

“easy,” you murmur.

jungwon is desperate as he unapologetically whines, his trembling arms, moving from your hips to by your head, barely being able to hold himself up, too wrapped up in pleasure. he’s hot. he’s sweaty. but he can’t stop himself from grinding his aching cock against you.

“noona,” jungwon calls out your name once more, a mantra that he can’t help but repeat.

“yes~” you hum.

“i- i know you said no more than this but-,” he stammers, leaning back and running his hand down your chest to in between your legs. he runs a finger over your underwear, making you shiver, despite it being hot. “you’re clearly turned on too.”

“what are you trying to say,” you ask, raising an eyebrow that jungwon couldn’t see.

“doesn’t that mean you want to fuck me too,” he breaths out. moaning when he slips a hand into your underwear and slides his finger through your wet folds. “hm, noona?”

you chew on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting a moan slip, shocked at how bold jungwon was being.

“you want to fuck me that bad?” you question, voice strained as he takes his thumb and massages your clit.

“please,” he begs, dipping a finger inside you. the moan you were trying to hide, forcing its way out your throat. “i’ll make you feel so good noona.” you don’t say anything at first, silently grabbing jungwon’s wrist and guiding his hand out of your panties to rest them on the waistband.

“take ‘em off,” you instruct him, to which he happily obliges, sliding them off in record speed. he removes his boxers as well before settling comfortably back in his original position.

“can i,” he pants, massaging the flesh of your sweaty thigh and waiting patiently for you to give him permission. you reach between you both, taking ahold of his cock and aligning it with your entrance, teasing him by dragging the tip through your dripping lips.

“please noona,” he breathily whimpers, body trembling and eyes fluttering as he holds back from pushing into you.

“mm, wanna feel yourself inside me,” you purr, sliding your hand to his hip and pulling him forward.

“yes,” he breaths out, gasping as he slowly sinks into you inch by inch, hands finding solace on your waist.

jungwon was by no means small. he was so thick, that you have to take your time when taking him in, often having to remind jungwon of that. it didn’t bother you too much though, as the feeling of him filling you up was breathtaking every time.

“noona,” he moans, not for the first or last time, as he bottoms out. “you’re so tight noona.” his eyes have rolled back into his head, sucking in his bottom lip as he felt you stretch around his cock.

you hum as jungwon starts to rock his hips in and out, taking his time to feel every inch of you. every push in hitting all the right spots inside you, knocking a choked moan out of you. each motion sending tingles down your spine.

it isn’t until you run a hand up his stomach, that his hips buck roughly into you. he leans down to smash his lips against yours, delving his tongue in to lick around your mouth as he frantically slams his cock into you.

you nip at his bottom lip, making him whimper and drive himself impossibly deeper into you, a loud squelching coming from both of your fluids. the way you were gripping onto his cock so firmly was heavenly to him. every inch of being embraced in your wet and warm heat was bringing him to the edge, and fast.

despite how sweltering it was with you guys fucking like animals, you wrap both your arms around jungwon’s torso to pull him down on top of you.

“noona, it’s so good,” he nearly cries in your ear as he thrusts into you. “y-you’re so tight.”

“you said that already,” you tease, causing jungwon to retaliate with a particularly hard thrust that makes you moan loudly and sink you fingernails into his strong back.

"i love being inside you noona," you can feel him tense under your hands, his thrusts getting sloppier, his orgasm surely getting closer. jungwon could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he pumps his cock in you.

“n-noona, im gonna cum,” he announces, as he feverishly fucks you. his hips snap against you, hitting against the deepest part of you over and over again, bringing you to your climax. “i’m gonna cum noona.” he repeats. the sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the room, mixing with jungwon’s loud moans and groans.

you feel him cum before he can say he’s cumming. continuous spurts of hot cum filling you up deep inside, jungwon grunting, his vision going white, as he weakly thrusts as he cums.

the feeling of him cumming inside send waves of pleasure over you and fuels your own orgasm. jungwon brokenly whining as you clench around him and ride out your high.

jungwon, lays his full, sweaty body against you as he catches his breath. you could feel his heart beating out of his chest and the final twitches of his cock as his cum leaks out of you.

you caress his back gently in comfort, even though you were quite uncomfortable with all the sweat, a deep sigh being heard from jungwon as he gets settled.

“wonnie, we are not falling asleep like this,” you deadpan, tickling his side to make him roll over and you could almost scream with happiness when the cool air from the window hits your skin.

“rude,” is all jungwon says, pouting once again, before falling asleep like he didn’t just wake you up to fuck and making you scoff.

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My Playlist #04 - And if you seem really tired, I'll ask you how your day was

𑣲⋆ Song Teaser - Yang Jungwon fascinates y/n too much to not play with him ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𑣲⋆ artists - jungwon x fem! reader 𝄞𑣲⋆ content warnings - softdom! reader, jerking off, slight corruption kink (fem! reader has it), cum eating, sub! Jungwon, taking virginity (Jungwon is a virgin, but they don't really have penetrative sex, so idk), pet names (sweetheart, kitty, baby...) lemme know if i missed any <3 𝄞𑣲⋆ title track - How Was Your Day? by Mellow Fellow and Clairo

Yang Jungwon has always fascinated you.

He was the President of the Student Council, known to be extremely strict about following rules, always yelling and nagging all of the students. Hey, it bothered you too sometimes, but you don't really mind his behaviour as Vice President because you know how hectic it can get. The only reason people put up with his shouting and nagging is that he gets work done. Quick.

But, against all odds, you found him fascinating. His behaviour, his body language, the way he seemed to command the room without uttering a single word. He was so stoic and uptight that you couldn't help but wonder what would get him to crumble? To become a mumbling, flustered mess under you? He looked like he'd never felt the touch of a woman. With the sudden realization that you wanted to be the one to do that, to touch him for the first time, you set out on a mission.

Phase one of your plan: you're seated in the classroom, and he approaches you with a set of files, telling you in the bored voice of his that he needs you to go through them by tomorrow. You, being the ever-helpful Vice President of the Student Council, nod along with a sweet smile, taking the files from him with a, "Of course, Jungwon-ah. Anything to help". Your fingers brush as you do, and you feel Jungwon freeze up, ears turning red as he walks out of class.

Success.

Phase two happens at lunch: You're standing in line, tray in your hands, as you notice Jungwon in the corner, staring at an empty carton of Strawberry milk. You go up to him with a smile, placing yours in his tray. "Didn't want to drink it anyway; you can have it," and he freezes up again, staring at you like you'd just slapped him across the face. You smile at him sweetly before turning back and walking to your table.

Success once again. This was gonna be easy. Jungwon, on the other hand, is staring at the juice box like it's gold, freaking out on the inside over fucking strawberry milk.

Phase three happens during Sports. You meet him after your football game, dressed in the shortest shorts possible, sweat making your jersey stick to your skin. It was the boys' turn to play. He walks up to you, dressed in his own jersey, and you can see him visibly swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing. You feel his gaze rake down your body, and you suppress the urge to grin, instead giving him a smile and wishing him good luck. He's red once again, ears burning crimson as he just nods.

You grin as you walk back to the locker room. Success. Little do you know that the image of you will haunt him for the better part of a week, leaving him pink every time you lock eyes with him.

The biggest thing happened when you'd least expected it. You'd just gotten out of a Student Council meeting, walking to your classroom with your friends, when you realized you'd left something in class.

As you approached the familiar room, you slowed down your steps, and silently walked towards the room as if afraid you'd disturb Jungwon, who was probably cleaning by now.

But then, as you got closer to the door, you could hear faint talking.

“Mom, I'm so tired.”

It was definitely Jungwon. You noticed how his tone seemed different from his everyday tone. It sounded like he was actually tired and desperate to rest. A brief pause followed before he spoke again.

“My day was okay. But... I have the biggest headache. I promise I'll finish up quick and come home.

A pause.

“Bye, Mom. I love you."

Considering that Jungwon said that he's tired and that he has a headache, maybe you should take this chance to help him clean. Take this chance to get closer to him.

You silently open the door, seeing Jungwon standing by the window. He quickly turned his head to you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I told you to get home.” He said, his strict tone back once again, as if he hadn't sounded vulnerable minutes ago. But in his head, he's panicking over seeing you again. You'd been messing with his head the past few weeks with your sweet smile and caring actions.

You walk to your desk in the corner and grab your book from under the table. "Forgot my exercise book," you say, holding up the book. "Need some help?" you ask quietly, locking eyes with him.

Jungwon stares at you for a second, his sharp gaze softening just a fraction, like he’s surprised you’re still here. The classroom is quiet, the golden evening light from the window casting long shadows across the floor.

He looks down at the broom in his hand, then back at you. For someone who yells so much about discipline and order, he actually seems exhausted now. Dark circles under his eyes are more visible up close.

"…You don't have to help," he mutters, "Go home already, y/n"

But even as he says it, there's no real force behind it. Just tiredness.

"I don't HAVE to, but I want to. Huge difference," you say with a grin, placing the book on the table and walking closer to him.

Jungwon blinks, clearly not used to someone wanting to help him. Most of the class avoids him after he yells.

He watches you approach with a slight tilt of his head, like a confused kitten who doesn’t know how to process kindness. The broom is still in his hand, but it’s limp now. He wasn’t even sweeping anymore; just standing there like a statue.

"…You’re weird," he says finally, not meanly. Just stating facts. Like you're an anomaly in the universe for offering help unprompted.

A tiny pause.

Then, he quietly hands you the broom.

"I will take that as a compliment, thank you," you say with a low chuckle, taking the broom from his hands and getting to work sweeping.

Jungwon stands there, awkwardly stiff, as you start sweeping. He watches your movements, like he’s analyzing your every move.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable. It’s oddly peaceful. Weird for a classroom that always feels tense when he's around.

After a minute, Jungwon slowly sits down on the edge of his desk. He leans back slightly, eyes half-lidded from fatigue. The headache must be worse than he let on earlier to his mom.

Without saying anything… he just stays there.

"See? You sound so much better when you're not yelling, Jungwon-ah." You say with a chuckle, pausing to look at him sitting at the desk, still tense, but the furrow in his eyebrows is gone, which is a good sign.

"But I understand why you need to. You have a lotta responsibility for one person. Must get so tiring," you continue gently, quietly sweeping the floor, but your eyes stay on him, observing.

Jungwon’s breath hitches slightly at the use of his name. No one calls him that except his close friends. It sounds soft. Warm.He looks up at you. And for a second, he doesn’t hide anything behind that strict mask.

"…Yeah," he admits quietly, "It gets exhausting."

The honesty slips out like an accident, something he’d never say in front of others. He quickly glances away afterward, almost embarrassed by how vulnerable it sounds.

But then he adds: "Most people think I do it because I enjoy being annoying."

A tiny sigh escapes him. "I don't."

"I know you don't. No one ever does. So, just sit back and relax, and I'll help you out, okay?" you say understandingly, a small smile gracing your lips.

You stand in the middle of the classroom, leaning over the broom, skirt flowing in the wind around your thighs, school shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing the honey-toned skin of your collarbones, hair up in a messy bun, a few stray hairs whisking about your face.

Jungwon’s eyes flicker over your face, the wind catching the loose strands of your hair, the sunlit glow on your collarbones, that quiet smile that feels like something private, just for him.

He swallows. You look… effortlessly pretty. Not in a flashy way, just soft, real, like someone who doesn’t try too hard to impress anyone.

For someone who spends all day yelling and scowling, he suddenly looks very young. Very tired. Very human.

Without a word, because he doesn’t trust his voice right now, he nods slowly and sinks deeper into his relaxed slump against the desk.

"Wait, I have something for you." You trot over to where you'd tossed your school bag in the corner, fishing out a strip of ibuprofen and some chocolate you'd saved for yourself for another day.

You walk over to where he's sitting at the desk, handing him the goods with a smile: "For your headache, and something to get your energy up."

Jungwon stares at the items in your hand: ibuprofen and chocolate. Simple things. Everyday things.

But to him? It feels huge. His throat tightens a little.

"…You didn’t have to, y/n," he murmurs, taking them gently from you like they’re something fragile.

He looks down at the chocolate, wrapped neatly, and then back up at your face again. That smile. It's doing something weird to his chest.

Without another word, Jungwon pops the ibuprofen into his mouth and takes a small bite of the chocolate.

A tiny hum escapes him.

"Wanted to," you say with a smile. After a few minutes, you see his shoulders relax a bit more, his posture loosening.

You ask gently, "Feel better, sweetheart?"

The word "sweetheart" hits him like a lightning bolt.

Jungwon freezes, chocolate halfway to his mouth, eyes widening slightly. No one has ever called him that. Not ever. And definitely not in that soft, affectionate tone of yours.

His ears turn pink instantly. A deep shade of red spreads across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears; the strict President is blushing like a fucking teenager.

He quickly takes another bite to hide it.

"…Yeah," he mumbles after swallowing, his voice lower than usual. "A little better."

He won’t say it out loud, but calling him sweetheart made something warm bloom in his chest, right next to the relief from the medicine and chocolate.

"You're so red; did that fluster you?" You chuckle softly, taking a step closer to him, a grin still dancing on your lips. Jungwon’s breath hitches. The blush intensifies, now spreading down his neck like wildfire.

He tries to scowl. It doesn’t work.

His lips twitch, trying to form a stern look, the one that shuts up the whole class, but with you this close, grinning at him like that, it just comes off as flustered and helpless.

“No,” he lies badly, turning his head slightly away from you, but not fast enough.

The redness is obvious. So is the way he's suddenly hyper-aware of your presence, the warmth of your body being so near, the sweet scent of your perfume.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" You take another step closer, testing his boundaries.

Jungwon’s entire face combusts.

He definitely isn’t sure. He is, in fact, a disaster. His heart does a weird little flip, like it forgot how to function properly. He realizes it does often when he's around you like this.

He opens his mouth to say something cool. Something like, "Stop calling me that." But nothing comes out. Instead… he just stares at you with wide, slightly panicked eyes.

A beat passes.

"Stop looking at me like that, oh my god," you groan lowly, eyes flicking away from his face for a second, trying to calm down the need settling in your stomach.

Jungwon blinks, confused for half a second.

"Like what?" he says quietly, blinking up at you with his wide, confused eyes. He doesn’t even realize he’s been staring. And when you groan and look away, something shifts in him.

Not arrogance, not at all, but a quiet, flickering awareness that maybe… this isn't one-sided.

That your cheeks might be pink too. That your voice just dropped lower on purpose. That this tension between you two? It's not just him being hopelessly flustered.

You sigh quietly at the way he's looking up at you, with his pretty, cat-like eyes, wide with confusion.

"Like you want me to ruin you, kitty," you purr, voice dropping lower with restraint.

The second the word "kitty" leaves your lips, Jungwon’s brain short-circuits.

Kitty. His heart speeds up, something dangerously close to want, settling in his stomach. His breath stops. Eyes, wide as saucers, feline-like, lock onto yours. That pretty boy face? Now burning like a wildfire.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Like he’s frozen in time by the weight of your gaze. Your voice echoing in his head. You wanted to ruin him, and god… he might actually let you.

A soft whimper escapes him. Not intentional. Just a pure instinctive reaction. He wants to say something cool, something charming, but all that comes out is:

"…Y-Y/n…"

A whisper. Your name sounds foreign on his tongue when it's this soft. And then, without thinking, he leans forward just slightly, as if pulled by gravity toward you.

Closer.

"Yes, sweetheart? What do you want?" you hum, grinning with satisfaction, hand lifting to grip his jaw gently, leaning in closer

The moment your fingers touch his jaw, warm, soft, so gentle. Jungwon stops breathing. His skin tingles where you hold him. No one has ever touched him like this before. Not like he’s something precious.

Your face is inches from his now. He can see the flecks in your eyes. Smell the faint sweetness of your lip gloss. He’s trembling slightly. Not from fear… but from want. So much want it scares him. Your lips are inches away now. Your breath mingles with his.

And when you ask, "What do you want?" in that low, honeyed purr, he answers before he can overthink it. With a quiet whimper and zero grace whatsoever, he closes the gap and kisses you.

You smile into the kiss, a hesitant press of his lips to yours rather than anything, but it's cute. Sweet. The kiss is soft. Innocent. A little clumsy, like a first real kiss, which it probably is for him.

Jungwon doesn’t know what he’s doing. He just presses his lips to yours gently, hesitantly, like he's afraid you'll pull away or laugh at him.

But when you smile into the kiss? Something inside him melts completely.

It feels…nice. So nice. Warm and sweet and right. So naturally, he does it again. You grip on his jaw tightens a little, fingers rubbing softly against his warm skin, coaxing his mouth open with a swipe of your tongue along his lower lip.

Jungwon gasps softly, his lips parting instinctively at the brush of your tongue. His heart slams against his chest.

He hadn't expected you to kiss him like this. Not with such soft dominance, not with someone guiding him so gently, yet so firmly.

Your fingers on his jaw send electric little sparks through him. Every tiny movement- your thumb rubbing against his skin, your touch coaxing his mouth open- makes his breath hitch and tremble. He whimpers into your mouth again. A quiet, helpless sound from deep in his throat.

Then, hesitant but eager, he tries to kiss you back. Your tongue invades his mouth, exploring it gently rather than hurriedly, taking it slow.

Jungwon freezes for half a second, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue sliding into his mouth. Warm, soft, everywhere.

It's too much. It's perfect.

He doesn't know how to kiss like this, but he follows you instinctively, letting you lead.

His lips part more under yours, his breathing shaky through his nose as your tongue moves gently against his. Exploring him like he’s something delicate.

And God, that makes him feel so cherished.

One of his hands lifts on its own and hovers near your waist before finally resting there lightly. You pull back moments later with a smirk, as he heaves below you. His chest is rising and falling too fast, eyes glossy with pure dazed, kiss-drunk bliss, lips shiny with spit.

"Are you a virgin, kitty? Was this your first kiss?"

Jungwon’s entire body stiffens. You're looking at him with that smirk… asking that question.

A beat of silence.

Then, "…Yeah," he admits quietly, his voice rougher than usual.

No point lying. Not when he kissed like a nervous first-timer who didn’t know what to do with his hands or tongue (or anything).

He avoids your gaze for half a second, suddenly self-conscious, but then peeks back up at you through his lashes, waiting for your reaction.

"You're so cute, jagi. Do you wanna keep going or stop, kitty?" you ask quietly, fingers stroking his cheek gently.

Jungwon’s breath hitches at the soft stroke of your fingers on his cheek. That gentle touch makes him feel things- things he doesn’t have names for yet. And you’re giving him a choice.

No pressure. No expectations. Just kindness and warmth, and you being so patient with him despite how awkward he probably was.

His heart pounds like it wants to escape his chest.

He swallows hard, eyes searching yours- glossy, nervous, but full of quiet longing.

"Need you to use your words, baby, yes or no?" you urge, your voice gentle still with a commanding edge to it. Jungwon’s breath trembles.

The soft command in your voice, gentle but firm, sends a shiver down his spine. He's used to being the one who gives orders. The strict class president. The guy who yells and controls everything.

But right now? He's not in control at all. And weirdly, that feels good. So with shaky lips and burning cheeks, he finally whispers:

"…Yes. I wanna keep going, y-y/n."

A small, quiet word, but loaded with so much want that it could power a city. Then, almost as if embarrassed by his own boldness, he immediately bites his lower lip.

"Good job, baby. When I ask you questions, you answer in words. Got it, kitty?" you warn gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jungwon shivers as your lips press against his cheek affectionately. The praise hits him harder than the kiss. No one has ever rewarded him for something so small as speaking.

And it makes his chest feel weirdly tight, like happiness is building up behind his ribs and might explode if he doesn’t breathe soon.

He nods quickly at your question, eyes wide. His lips are slightly parted. Still blushing furiously. Then, because he’s brave now, or maybe just desperate to kiss you again, he turns and presses a clumsy peck on the corner of your mouth.

You smile as he does, heart flooding with warmth. "Wanna head to my place?" you ask quietly. Jungwon’s eyes widen, really, really wide.

Your place?

The implication hits him like a truck.

This isn’t just about kissing anymore. This is going somewhere. His mind races: Is she inviting me over? Like… on purpose?

He swallows hard, heart pounding so loud he swears you can hear it.

For someone who yells at the class for being "irresponsible", Jungwon suddenly feels like the most reckless person alive right now. But he nods anyway, because he's been wanting this for weeks, months, ever since that first time you'd smiled at him in the Council room after the elections, all dimples and warmth.

20 minutes later, both of you are stumbling through the front door of your empty house, lips locked in a kiss as jackets are forgotten on the floor. Shoes are kicked aside without care. Both of you giggling into each other's mouths as you click the door to your room shut behind you.

The moment the door clicks shut, Jungwon feels it: the nervousness of being alone with you, the only person who's been on his mind for the last few months. Your room is dimly lit by a soft lamp, and the sound of your giggles mixes with his shaky breaths.

You’re still kissing. And this time? He’s bolder. No hesitation; he deepens the kiss on instinct, one hand sliding up to tangle gently in your hair while the other rests on your waist like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

Jungwon, always so composed in public, is a flustered mess now: breathless, blushing hard under his pale skin, completely at your mercy, just like you'd wanted. You can hardly contain the need that courses through your veins when you look at him like this, nowhere near the stoic, uptight person he was.

The kiss grows hungrier, less careful, more wanting. Jungwon's lips move against yours with clumsy passion, like he’s making up for lost time.

When you nudge him backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss, he stumbles slightly, surprised by his own lack of coordination. He lands softly on the edge of your mattress, eyes wide for a second as you hover over him.

Your messy bun is half undone now. A few strands frame your face. And God, you’re so pretty up close like this.

Without thinking (because thinking is hard right now, and so is he 😊), Jungwon lifts his hands and gently cups your cheeks, then pulls you into another deep kiss.

You chuckle into the kiss as he pulls you in, sliding onto his lap, legs on either side of his waist, as your fingers unbutton his shirt impatiently. Confident. Sure of what you’re doing.

Jungwon gasps when you climb onto his lap, the sudden weight of you, warm and oh so close, sending a jolt through his whole body.

He’s frozen for half a second, heart slamming as he feels each button pop open under your touch, the cool air hitting his chest where fabric parts. His skin is warm. Slightly clammy from nerves.

And when the first few buttons come undone, exposing pale collarbones and smooth chest beneath? He swallows hard, lips parting in quiet awe. Fuck, this is really happening, he thinks to himself.

"You sure, kitty? Wanna keep going?" you ask again, reassuringly, palm laid flat on his chest. Jungwon feels the warmth of your palm through his half-unbuttoned shirt, your hand resting right over his heartbeat, which is pounding like a drum.

That gentle-but-firm voice sends shivers down his spine. And with you looking down at him, legs on either side of his hips, hair falling around your face, eyes searching his for an answer.

He doesn’t even have to think.

A slow nod first. Then, because he’s learning to use words, just like you said.

"…Yes, god yes, I want to keep going, y/n, " he breathes out, quiet but certain, no hesitation this time.

"Good kitty," you hum, satisfied with his answer, unbuttoning the shirt the entire way before sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms, discarded on the floor beside you. You'd known he was fit, but this you hadn't expected.

His form is lithe but toned, clearly crafted abs visible on his stomach, lithe muscles flexing under your touch as your eyes roam his body.

And for a second… silence.

He feels exposed. Not just because he’s half-naked, but because your eyes are everywhere, scanning him with quiet awe. Like you’re seeing something rare.

His chest rises and falls quickly, not from exertion, but from nerves. He’s never had someone look at him like this before: not judging, not teasing… just admiring.

The abs? Lean but defined, from years of basketball practice and early morning runs to keep stress levels down. And when your fingers brush over them, his stomach tenses instinctively. A soft shiver runs through him.

Jungwon holds his breath as your fingers trace the lines of his abs, warm, delicate touches that make every muscle in his body tense and flex on their own. A tiny sound escapes him, almost a whimper, and he quickly bites it back, embarrassed.

"So pretty, baby," you whisper in awe, pressing kisses to his jaw, slowly trailing down. Jungwon’s breath hitches as your lips meet his jaw, soft, slow kisses trailing downward.

Each press of your mouth sends electric pulses through him. His eyes flutter shut. He's never been called pretty before. Not in a romantic way. It makes his chest ache.

And when the kisses drift lower, past his jaw, down the side of his neck, he tilts his head slightly to give you better access without even realizing it.

A quiet sigh slips out as he leans into you, hands hovering nervously near your waist again. "You can touch me, kitty; go on," you urge, tongue flicking out to lick at his skin, teeth grazing just enough for him to feel it but not to bruise.

The second your tongue flicks against his skin, warm, teasing, followed by the soft graze of teeth, Jungwon shudders.

It’s not painful. Not even close. But the sensation? The contrast of wet warmth and gentle pressure? It shoots straight down his spine. And when you whisper "go on," giving him permission to touch, he finally does.

Tentatively at first, one hand slides up your side, fingers brushing over fabric as he feels the curve of your body beneath. Then, bolder now, he cups one side of your face, turning it toward him, and kisses you.

"You really like kissing me, don't you?" you ask, slightly amused as your fingers rub over his nipple tentatively, watching your face closely for reactions.

Jungwon breaks the kiss with a tiny, breathless noise, very surprised by the sudden touch on his nipple. The second your fingers brush over it, light, teasing circles, the sensation shoots through him like lightning.

He’s extremely sensitive there. And he definitely likes kissing you. A lot. More than anything right now. "C-can't help it," he mumbles, his back arching slightly into your hand without meaning to, and a quiet, flustered "Mm…" escapes him before he can stop it.

"So responsive…" You hum in satisfaction at his reactions, going back to pressing kisses down his body, fingers working deftly on his nipples, rubbing and pinching gently. He's reacting exactly like you'd expected him to, and that fuels the fire of need burning in your stomach, the need to wring out more sounds.

Jungwon is a wreck under you. Each kiss you press down on his neck, chest, and collarbone sends shivers through him. And your fingers?

God, your fingers. Rubbing, pinching, just enough pressure to make his breath hitch and his hips twitch slightly beneath you. He’s not used to someone touching him with such intent, like they’re studying every reaction he makes.

He's extremely responsive, and it makes your head spin. Every brush of your thumb on his nipple draws a tiny gasp or shudder from him; a quiet whimper slips out when you pinch just right. His abs flex involuntarily, his breathing uneven.

You feel the bulge growing under you, pressing against your core, twitching with every kiss, hips bucking up into your with every tug to his bud.

"Needy already, baby?"

Jungwon is mortified, and yet, completely unable to control it.

The bulge in his pants? Very obvious. Pressing right against you as he unconsciously grinds up, just slightly, with every kiss, every pinch. Each tug on his nipple sends a pulse straight down… and yeah. He’s hard. Painfully so.

He wants to hide it, but how? You’re sitting on him like this, close contact making everything ten times better worse.

And when you tease him with that low voice dripping with amusement, he can't help but whine. A tiny, pathetic sound of pure frustration and want.

"How do you think our classmates would react if they saw you like this, huh? Their strict President, so needy from a few kisses," you drawl, tongue flicking against the bud, and your hands move down to his stomach.

You feel Jungwon’s entire body tense at your words, and you grin with satisfaction. Your words had exactly the effect you'd anticipated.

He's supposed to be strict, but here he is, panting, flushed, hard, squirming under you like a desperate kitten after just a few kisses and gentle touches.

A soft whimper escapes as you trail lower with your fingers, muscles twitching under your touch.

"They'll never get to see it, though, will they? Because it's all for me. Only for me," you mutter possessively, sucking a mark onto his stomach.

The moment your lips seal over his stomach-sucking, marking-Jungwon gasps, back arching off the bed.

It’s not pain. It’s claiming. And something about the way you say "only for me" makes his heart clench, a possessive thrill shooting through him. He hadn't expected this, not from you but the way you say it- like you're so sure of what you'd done to him- he can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants.

Yes. This is only for you. No one else gets to see this side of him, the flustered, breathless boy with kiss-swollen lips and a blush that won’t fade. Just you.

Your teeth graze slightly as you suck another mark higher on his abs, and he grips your hips suddenly, fingers tightening like an anchor in a storm. No words come out, just shaky breaths and quiet whimpers.

"Say it, kitty. Use your words," you remind him, hand trailing lower and lower, close to rubbing the bulge straining against his zipper.

Jungwon’s breath hitches as your hand hovers, so close to where he needs it, but not quite touching yet. His hips twitch upward on their own, chasing the warmth of your palm.

He swallows hard. His throat is dry. But you're watching him expectantly, waiting for him to be good. So with trembling lips and cheeks burning hotter than ever, he whispers, "…O-Only for you, y-y/n," his voice shaky, quiet, but clear.

"Good kitty," you praise gently, hand finally drifting down where he wants it, rubbing over the fabric slowly. The second your hand presses down on the hard bulge in his pants, Jungwon chokes on air. A sharp gasp. A full-body shudder.

It’s not even skin-to-skin yet, just fabric and pressure, but it feels unreal. Like he might actually pass out. His hips jerk instinctively into your touch, chasing more friction like a reflex. His hands fly to grip the sheets beside him, knuckles turning white from how tight he's holding on.

And when you call him "good kitty" again with that sweet tone? He whimpers, a soft, helpless sound, and tilts his head back against the pillow.

"You sound so pretty, baby. All for me…" Your hands finally dip below the waistband of his pants. The click of the button. The slow drag of fabric down his hips, fabric pooling at his ankles. You hear Jungwon’s breath hitch the moment your fingers slip under his waistband.

And you’re looking at him. Actually looking with something warm. Something hungry. His face is burning, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but he doesn’t cover himself. Doesn't flinch away.

Just lies there, vulnerable and trembling slightly, waiting for what you’ll do next. You coo at his state, his wide eyes staring up at you expectantly. You rub over his cock through his boxers for a few moments, drinking in his mess of soft, breathy sounds, whimpers, and tiny whines slipping out with every slow rub over his clothed length, as you lay a few more marks along his stomach. He shudders, hips bucking slightly into your touch like he can’t help it. Like his body is begging for more friction without permission.

His hands fidget- one clutching the pillow beside him, the other hovering near your shoulder- wanting to touch you back but too overwhelmed to move properly. The combination of teasing touches and those possessive marks is absolutely destroying him.

"What do you want, kitty? Ask for it, and I'll give it to you." Your voice cuts through the haze, a seductive purr in his ear.

Jungwon’s eyes snap to yours. The question hangs in the air like a dare.

He wants. Oh God, does he want. But asking? Out loud? His lips part, then close. A shaky breath escapes him as he struggles to form words that aren’t just whimpers or sighs.

Then, finally, so quietly it's barely more than a whisper, "…I want… you to touch me…Please."

"Touch you where, baby? Be specific," you ask with a lopsided grin, watching him struggle to form words, skin flushed crimson with embarrassment.

He can't believe you're making him say it. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he stares at the ceiling like it holds all life's answers.

Then… with a tiny tremor in his voice, "…My cock," he whispers, so quiet it’s almost inaudible. "W-Want you to touch m-my cock, please," The word feels foreign on his tongue, embarrassing and thrilling at once.

But he said it. For you.

"Good boy," you praise with a grin, pressing a kiss to his lips as your hands snake under his boxers, finally touching his length. The second your fingers make contact, skin on skin, warm and firm, wrapping around him, the world stops. Jungwon gasps into the kiss, his whole body jerking at the sudden sensation.

His hips lift off instinctively, chasing your hand, but he freezes after a second, terrified of being too greedy or moving too fast. The kiss breaks as he pants against your lips, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Every nerve is alive with sensation; your touch feels incredible. Jungwon whines, high, soft, and utterly helpless, as your fingers circle the sensitive head of his cock.

That spot? So sensitive. And you’re teasing it with light circles and gentle swipes, like you know exactly how to ruin him. Meanwhile, your lips are everywhere, kissing his jawline, the corner of his mouth, down to that sweet spot on his neck that makes him shiver. His hands finally move, not fidgeting anymore, but sliding up into your hair gently as he tilts toward every press of your lips.

The entire time, you mutter sweet praises onto his skin, trying to engrave your mark onto him, your sweet little kitty. You chuckle as he bucks his hips up into your hands, whining growing louder, big, glossy eyes full of desperate need staring right into yours, kiss-swollen lips pouted right at you.

"Use your words, Wonnie."

The nickname makes his heart stutter. And the way you're looking at him- the command in your voice mixed with that soft chuckle- sends a thrill through him. He wants to say something. Wants to beg properly, but words are hard when all he can feel is your hand on his cock and your mouth everywhere else.

So after a shaky breath, he whispers, his voice trembling, "P-Please… touch me more."

"Of course, baby…" You grin before gathering the pre-cum pooling on his stomach. God, he's leaking so much it makes you feel satisfied that you're the reason he's like this. You gather it onto your fingers, spreading it, making everything glide more smoothly. Then your hand wraps around him. Fully.

Skin on skin. Warmth everywhere. And you start moving.

Slow at first, a gentle stroke from base to tip, then back down, firm but not rough. Just right. A soft moan slips out before he can stop it: "Mmh…"

His hips lift again on instinct, chasing the friction like an addict already hooked after one taste. His head falls back against the pillow with a quiet thud as his eyes flutter shut in pure bliss. "Look so pretty like this… so fucked out already," you purr, squeezing his length at the base, making Jungwon whimper at the touch.

The pressure is perfect. Not too tight, not too loose. Just enough to make him squirm and feel every nerve lighting up. And your voice, oh god is it driving him crazy. That low purr calling him "pretty" while he's lying here half-ruined by just a few strokes? It makes his chest ache in the sweetest way.

His lips part again, but no words come out, just shaky breaths and tiny moans as you continue moving your hand.

"So stern in class just to fall apart under me," you drawl, watching as Jungwon's eyes fly open, whining at the words. "Just need someone to take care of you, right, kitty?" you whisper lowly, pressing against the sensitive spot just below his ear as Jungwon shudders.

Your words echo in his mind: "Just need someone to take care of you."

And God… it’s true.

He spends every day being strong. Responsible. The one everyone depends on. But right now? All he wants is this. To be held. Touched gently. Kissed where no one else ever has.

To be cared for, without having to earn it, without yelling or proving himself first. So when you kiss that spot again and squeeze him just slightly in your hand?

A quiet tear escapes.

"Awww, don't cry, kitty. I'm right here. God, you look even better than I could ever imagine." you coo, lips curving into a gentle smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The implication that you've thought of this before sends a spark of pleasure down his spine, his head spinning. You speed up your hand; the strokes are faster now, but still so careful with that sensitive head. He gasps, his back arching slightly off the bed.

Jungwon sniffles quietly, turning his face into your kiss on the cheek. He didn’t mean to cry. It’s not sadness. It’s too much. Too much kindness, too much warmth, too much you, all focused on him like he matters.

His breath comes in short, little pants. Every nerve is alight, pushing him toward something overwhelming. You feel him twitch in your hands, and you know he's close. "Ask before you come, or you don't get to kitty," you whisper against his skin, your tone laced with authority as he twitches in your palm.

Jungwon whimpers, high and desperate, as his body coils tighter with every stroke, nearing the edge. But your whisper? That firm, authoritative tone? It stops him cold.

He’s so close. So, so close, but you’re not letting him fall unless he asks first. And right now? His mind is fuzzy. All thoughts are gone except: I need to come. I need permission.

So, through clenched teeth and trembling lips, "P-Please…Can I… c-come?" he asks, his voice small. Begging.

"So sweet when you beg, kitty," you coo, finger digging into his slit lightly, making Jungwon whine, the small pressure sending a sharp thrill through him.

The praise makes his chest swell with something warm and fuzzy, even as his body is wound tight with need. He’s never begged before. It’s embarrassing… but also so good. Like he did something right just by asking nicely.

Your hand keeps moving, steady strokes on his cock, thumb occasionally brushing that ultra-sensitive tip.

Jungwon’s breath comes in shallow, frantic bursts, every nerve ending on fire. The rhythm of your hand is perfect. Just right, building the tension coil by coil. Your soft praise makes his head spin in the best way possible, sending a rush of pleasure down his spine.

His hips twitch helplessly with each stroke, not trying to rush you, just reacting. Every muscle in his stomach tightens. He’s close. So close he can feel it, the pressure behind his eyes, the heat pooling low.

But he waits for your permission 'cause he's a good kitty. Your eyes are trained on his every reaction, the way he moans softly with every stroke, how his hips buck up involuntarily, chasing the pleasure.

"Go on, kitty, you can come for me," you grant him permission, watching him break at the words. A choked gasp. A full-body shudder as it hits him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through his entire body.

His back arches off the bed. His fingers clutch at the sheets like they’re lifelines. Every muscle locks, then releases in a pulsing rhythm.

It’s intense because this is his first time, and it's with you, who called him sweet and pretty and kissed every part of him so tenderly. You stroke him through the throes of his orgasm, watching him twitch and release over your hand.

Jungwon trembles through every pulse, each one sending a ripple of sensation up his spine. His body is so sensitive now, overstimulated in the best way. Every gentle stroke you give him makes him flinch and whimper, his hips jerking weakly as he spills into your hand.

He can't even look at you, too dazed, too gone. His cheeks are wet with tears that slipped out without permission. His breathing is ragged and uneven.

And yet, despite the intensity of it all, there’s no regret. No embarrassment beyond the usual shyness, as he slowly comes down from that high. You bring your cum-covered hand up to your mouth and lick it clean, humming at the taste of his release on your tongue.

Jungwon’s eyes snap open the moment he sees what you’re doing.

You’re...licking your hand. Cleaning him off. Tasting him. And that soft hum, that little pleased sound on your tongue, sends a fresh wave of shock through his still-senseless body.

For a second, he just stares at you, wide-eyed and speechless… face burning hotter than ever before, if that's even biologically possible now.

"Taste so sweet too. My sweet little kitty. Did so well for me, baby." You shower him with praise, pressing a kiss onto his lips. Jungwon melts the second your lips meet his. The kiss is gentle. Not hungry or demanding, but loving. Affectionate.

Each praise that leaves your lips wraps around his heart like a warm blanket. He’s still dazed from coming, body lax and boneless against the bed, but now he feels cherished. Loved in a way that makes his eyes sting again. So when you pull back slightly after kissing him?

He immediately leans up to chase it, pressing another shy kiss onto your lips.

"Up for more kitty?" you ask with a grin, fingers clipping off your skirt as he nods enthusiastically.

[venusentranced]

˖˙⟡ enhypen’s kinky secrets they wouldn’t want anyone but you knowing

⟢ genre/warnings: established relationships, kink discussion & small nsfw drabbles, knife play, cum play, wax play, masturbation, objectification, sex tapes, mommy kink

‧₊˚ ┊hey... haha... i'm not dead + not proofread ;P

᯽ heeseung and . . . cum play ♡ heeseung isn't shy about his submission, matter of fact he wears it like it's a badge of honor. he just doesn't want people knowing he likes when things get that messy. when he's covered in his own cum, when you're covered in it, when you spit it back into his mouth...

his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, hot and shaky. your mouth wrapped around his length for the fourth time in the last hour. you'd figure he'd be spent, unable to cum again but no, heeseung always has more to give, always willing to take more. the sight of your chest and lips messy with his release, dried down on his lower stomach, it's damn near pornographic. he's so sensitive and your mouth is so warm, you always know how to bring him right to the edge. a whimper breaks up the sound of his labored panting, his hands gripping at the sheets as tightly as he can. "wait, wait..." he gasps, trying to warn you that at any moment he'll fall right off that edge. you don't wait though, work him off that cliff with so much ease the thought alone is dizzying for him. whining loudly as you so skillfully suck him through the rush of his orgasm, pulling off of him once he's finished. a gesture of your hand orders him to open his mouth, standing up to drip his own cum into his mouth. "good boy," you hum, tapping his cheek with your palm. "now swallow."

᯽ jay and . . . total objectification ♡ for jay pleasing you is the most important thing for him when it comes to your sex life, getting you off, satisfying you. however, when you treat him like he's a toy, like he was made just to please you? as if every part of his body is the hottest, most arousing thing you have ever seen? his whole brain shuts off, it's his own personal heaven.

"take your shirt off." your order takes him by surprise, he'd only walked in the door a minute or two ago. he turns to look at you, see if he'd heard you properly but that look on your face tells him everything. "yes, ma'am," he whispers, his hands coming to pull the thin, spandex fabric of his compression shirt over his head. allowing you to stare at his naked torso, fresh from his work out. "aren't you pretty?" you tease, approaching him to run your hands over his bare skin. "such a pretty toy..." your words and touch make his eyes close, slowly falling to his knees at your feet, his face resting against your thighs. then his begging starts, "can i please eat you out?" his hands coming up to your thighs, kneading and squeezing as if that'll tempt you into agreeing, as if you'd say no to begin with. "that's what toys are good for, isn't it?" you ask, running your hands through his hair as his creep up to tug your shorts down.

᯽ jake and . . . panty thieving ♡ jake's puppy-like nature never pauses, he's always on the go. and from time to time, that means your panties are too! steal a pair from the dirty laundry, snatch them off the floor after you've had sex, swipe some from the counter while you're in the shower. he just misses you so much when you're not around, he can't help himself. can you really blame him?

the soft cotton fabric pressed against his face, the smell of you, the faint taste of you, it's enough to drive him insane. his hand has a tight, secure hold on his cock, making its way up and down at a speed you'd never approve of. you like to make him work for it, drag it out a little so that when he does cum it feels that much better. he doesn't have the patience for that, he doesn't have the self control for it either unless you're directly instructing him. he wants this now, he needs you but you're not here and his hand is working just fine right now. shaky moans parting his bitten lips, muttering curses into the empty hotel room. his fingers swiping over his sensitive tip so quickly it nearly hurts, whimpering to himself about the pleasure. he may not be following your usual patterns but he mimics your actions nevertheless. his chest rising and falling as the threat of cumming into his hand approaches so quickly, frantically draping your underwear over the throbbing head. watching the fabric turn darker as his release bleeds into the it.

᯽ sunghoon and . . . knife play ♡ sunghoon is such a pretty boy but something about the threat of violence against him just gets him going. he could easily overpower you but with a knife in your hand... he's all yours, completely at your mercy and will. and he loves every second of it.

the knife is so shiny under the light of your kitchen, so reflective he can see himself in the pristine metal. "who do you belong to, sunghoon?" you question, holding the blade just below his collarbone. "you." he answers immediately, his tone soft, reverent. his body is between yours and the island counter, he's completely relaxed, there's not even an ounce of tension in his body. "that's right," you praise, "you belong to me." you affirm, your voice so smooth and sultry, it makes his knees weak. one of his hands rests on your hip while the other is holding onto the counter's edge, his thumb slowly swiping back and forth over your hip bone. "i belong to you." he repeats, nodding his head in agreement with your statement. you press the pointed tip of the knife to his clavicle, letting his skin indent but never break. he lets out a soft exhale at the feeling, gently pulling you closer to him so you can feel what you're doing to him. his hard-on pushing against your thigh while you toy with the light amount of pressure on his skin. "i'll hurt you if you ever forget that." you threaten playfully, watching the smile spread across his face at your teasing.

᯽ sunoo and . . . sex taping ♡ sunoo loves to be looked at and adored, loves to be told just how attractive he is. he thrives off of the praise and the boost to his ego. recording him while you play with him or taking photos of his post-orgasm face, set the camera up to record you both and show him when it's all over, send it to him so he can use it when you're not around.

when you pull your phone out to video your hand stroking him the sound he lets out is wrecked. his hand flying up to cover his eyes as if seeing what you're doing will break him in half. his tip is round, pale brown and leaking everywhere. "so pretty, baby," your voice comes out a purr, the palm of your hand rubbing back and forth over the underside of his shaft for the camera. the sounds he makes coming out in a consistent stream, moans, whines, groans and gasps, they all spill from his lips like a faulty faucet. taking him into your hand to pay careful, torturing attention to his tip, squeezing roughly, poking gently at the slit and watching him writhe at the contact. every movement sounds so wet it only gives away just how much he loves it. "fuck... fuck, more, please..." he mumbles, his abdomen and thighs twitching in anticipation of more stimulation. "you're so greedy." you taunt, giving the head a particularly harsh squeeze before placing a soft smack on it. the action makes him gasp so loud you think it may have actually hurt, until the noisy moan follows after. "you like that?" you tease, toying with his tip a bit more. "yes, yes, please keep going!" always so good for the camera.

᯽ jungwon and . . . wax play ♡ jungwon loves a little pain, that's no secret, but similar to heeseung he doesn't want people to know just how messy he likes to get. takes it so well, begs for more, loves to admire the artwork you paint across his body in colorful ink.

the candle is kept high away from his body, giving it time to cool down before it drips down onto his skin. every drop is so warm and relaxing, similar to a bath for him only the liquid is never calm. his pillow is tucked neatly between his face and arms, his back bare for you so that you can see the entirety of your canvas. he's sure you're drawing a shape into him, he's just unsure what it is at the moment. it's a heart, it's bigger than it usually is though, so you're taking your sweet time to map it out. your free hand massaging his side attentively, making sure he keeps still and relaxed as you let the hot wax roll down. jungwon isn't much of a talker during these scenes, he really likes to enjoy it, it's almost meditative. you enjoy the process of painting him pink, blue, green, or red while he basks in your precision and control. it's mind numbing, a welcome, needed, feeling for him after all of his stress. you make all of the tension he stores simply melt away.

᯽ niki and . . . mommy kink ♡ niki loves to be the center of your attention but he has to maintain his cool image, he wants to measure up to and fit in with his older members. this desire however does not trump his need for you to give him absolutely everything he's ever craved. for niki, the kink swings both ways - sexual and nonsexual, but it's only ever enjoyed when he knows nobody else can hear him. when you're all alone.

his voice will be so quiet when he comes up behind you, his hands slipping under the loose fabric of your shirt to hold onto your waist. "mommy," he calls out to you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck and pulling you flush against him. "i missed you so much today." he confesses, his left hand sliding down, letting his fingers dip into your waistband before they fall still. "i missed you too, baby," you hum in reply, reaching a hand up to pet his head. you can feel it, feel him slowly, hesitantly, starting to grind against you, you always let him have his moments like these. he needs them. needs to know that when he puts himself out there for you, so vulnerable and timid, that you'll give him what he craves so desperately. sometimes this takes shape in letting him be a little rough, often times it takes shape in this - his acts of utter desperation that give away just how much he needs his mommy. the kitchen is almost silent but you can hear him breathing, it's soft but it's getting louder, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he seeks more friction from your body. he's not quite ready to ask for more, right now he just needs to take a little bit.

[kisskissbambi]

𐔌 . ⋮ loser bf jungwon hcs .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

꒰🎮꒱﹒ loser!jungwon x female reader ﹒

mature, inexperienced!jw, sub!jw🤤, sex hcs thats what i do, crybaby!jw, degrading kink, marking mentioned, i guess free use reader in a way, oral (m receiving)

word count: 222

loser bf jungwon! who has zero experience in sex whatsoever. You have to take lead the entire him, listening to his pitying whines and babbling while you ride his cock.

loser bf jungwon! who begs to eat you out even though he hardly knows how to. He probably looked up how to…or watched porn to get an idea…

loser bf jungwon! who 100% cries in bed. small hiccups and sniffles as you run a finger over his sensitive nipples. His back arching and a choked moan clawing its way out of his pretty throat thats covered in marks.

loser bf jungwon! who plays his stupid ass games while you suck him off under his desk. his thighs tensing around your head when he’s close, his hand gripping his computer mouse like his life depends on it and his breathy whines that he tried so hard to keep down escaping him.

loser bf jungwon! who makes you both in sims “just because” meanwhile he’s trying to figure out what your kids will look like…

loser bf jungwon! who likes to bend you over literally anywhere and everywhere. You’re at work? He’ll pull up. Busy cooking? Thats fine. DRIVING? He’ll find a way.

loser bf jungwon! who cries when you degrade him for the first time. his cock twitching with every in(slut) — sorry, insult.

[enhypen-btswriter]

(Anon Request)

Riding You - (Part 2: Y.J.) (Smut)

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The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across the living room, casting shadows as the movie drones on about some forgettable plot.

You're sprawled on the couch, one arm draped lazily behind Jungwon, who's tucked against your side.

He's always been affectionate, but tonight his restlessness is palpable.

He shifts closer, his thigh pressing firmly against yours, body heat radiating through his thin sweatpants.

Every few minutes, he fidgets, nuzzling into your neck before pulling back, only to repeat the cycle.

"Can't sit still, huh?" you murmur, lips brushing his ear. Your hand slides down to rest on his hip, feeling the subtle grind he starts against you.

Jungwon bites his lip, eyes fixed on the screen but not really watching. "The movie's boring," he whispers, voice laced with that needy edge you know too well.

He swings a leg over, suddenly straddling your lap, his ass settling right on your growing bulge.

He rocks forward, grinding down with deliberate pressure, fabric rasping as he seeks friction.

Heat surges through you, cock twitching under the assault. You grip his waist, holding him in place.

He whines softly, hips circling faster.

"Please... don't tease." His hands clutch your shirt, face flushed as he presses harder, outlining your hardness through the layers.

You chuckle, sliding your hands under his shirt to trace his spine. With a swift tug, you yank his sweatpants down, exposing his bare ass— no underwear.

His cock springs free, already half-hard and leaking a bead of precum. "Look at you, all ready for me. Open up."

Jungwon nods eagerly, parting his lips as you push two fingers into his mouth. He sucks them greedily, tongue swirling around the digits, coating them in warm saliva. His eyes lock on yours, dark and pleading, while he hums around them.

Pulling your fingers free with a wet pop, you trail them down his back, circling his tight hole. He gasps as you press one in, the muscle clenching before yielding.

"Fuck, so tight already," you groan, working it deeper, then adding the second.

Jungwon's head falls back, a soft moan escaping as you scissor them, stretching him slowly.

"Ah... more," he breathes, rocking back onto your hand. His cock fully hardens now, brushing your stomach with each thrust of your fingers.

You curl them, hitting that spot that makes his thighs quiver. "We need lube for this, or you'll be bedridden tomorrow."

Jungwon's eyes snap open, a sly smile breaking through his moans. He leans sideways, grabbing a small bottle from the couch cushion without missing a beat. "I... prepared. Just in case."

You laugh, taking the lube and squirting a generous amount onto your fingers. "Such a thoughtful boy. Hold still."

You resume fingering him, the slick slide easier now, opening him wider with twisting motions. He moans louder, body trembling as you pump in and out, thumb grazing his balls.

"Can't wait anymore," you mutter, lifting him slightly with your free hand. Your own pants shoved down to your ankles, cock springing up, thick and veined, tip glistening. You guide him back down, the head breaching his rim with a pop.

Jungwon whimpers at the stretch, brows furrowing. "So big..." But impatience wins; he pushes down himself, gasping loudly as more inches sink in.

You groan, the vice-like grip of his ass pulling you deeper, walls fluttering around your length.

"I'll do all the work," he pants, voice shaky but determined. His hands brace on your shoulders, nails digging in.

You raise a brow, leaning back against the couch cushions, arms spread wide. "Go on then. Show me."

He lifts up slowly, the drag exquisite, then slams back down. A shared moan rips from your throats, thighs trembling as he bottoms out.

Jungwon sets a rhythm, rising and falling with increasing speed, skin slapping against skin. His cock bobs between you, smearing precum on your abs. "Feels so good... filling me up," he gasps, head thrown back, sweat beading on his neck.

You watch, mesmerized, as his small body moves—thighs flexing, ass bouncing on your dick. Each milks you, the lube making obscene wet sounds. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you're tight."

Jungwon's pace quickens, hips rolling in circles at the bottom, grinding his prostate against you. Moans spill from him unchecked, breathy and desperate.

"Yes... right there. Gonna cum..." His strokes falter, body tensing as he chases release.

"Cum for me," you urge, hands finally moving to grip his hips, helping the lift. He cries out, cock untouched as ropes of cum shoot across your chest, splattering hot and sticky. His ass spasms around you, pulling you deeper.

Panting, you flip him onto his back on the couch, legs hooked over your arms. The movie's forgotten, credits probably rolling.

You thrust back in, hard and deep, chasing your own peak. Jungwon arches, oversensitive whimpers turning to pleas. "More... fill me."

You pound into him, balls slapping his ass, the couch creaking under the force. "Gonna cum inside you," you growl, hips snapping erratically.

With a final, brutal thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt, flooding his ass with thick spurts of cum. He clenches around you, milking every drop, both of you shuddering in release.

You collapse half on top of him, kissing his sweat-damp forehead. "You did so good, baby."

He smiles lazily, legs wrapping around you.

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This is requested by an Anon 2 month ago and I’m posting it now , if anon sees this, thanks for your patience 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

TY

[jahoons]

USE YOUR WORDS — yang jungwon

cw nsfw, older fem reader, sub jungwon, blowjob, jungwon calls reader noona

“Ah– Noona, wait..” Jungwon rushed, his hands moving down to settle against yours. 

Your hands brushed against his bulge, slightly pressing down. He lay against the cotton sheets of the bed and let out heavy breaths. You watched as the sweat rolled down Jungwon’s face, his tongue peeking out between his two lips. You guide your hands further up, landing on his waist, “Do you want this, Jungwon?”

He leans towards you, and suddenly your lips are met with his. You knew Jungwon wasn’t always the best at telling you exactly what he wanted, so you allowed him as much time as he wished for. He pulled away, dropped his head back onto the bed, and brown eyes met yours. He impatiently nodded. 

“Use your words, baby,” You responded. 

He whined. “Fuck,” his hands went to cover the lower half of his face, “Please touch me, Noona,” he finally let out, the words coming out mumbled under his fingers. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Jungwon’s cuteness. No matter how many times you do this kind of stuff together, he is just as shy as the first time. Those three words were the only thing you needed to hear. You understood what he wanted, and that he wanted it bad. Jungwon begins to grow nervous under your prolonged gaze. His body squirms and your hands move to entwine in his. “Okay, okay,” you started, “I’ll help you.”

Your mouth moves further down, lips pressing against Jungwon’s abdomen. You can feel it rise up and down with every desperate breath. You untangle your hands with his and go to pull down his pants and boxers at the same time. His breath hitches– the cool air hitting his sensitive body. 

His cock is exposed against his bare skin, and you grab the base. “Like this, Wonnie?” You tease. His hips twitch, and he thrusts up into your hand. 

Jungwon whines again, “Please use.. your mouth,” he mutters. Too embarrassed to look in your direction, he turned his head to the side. Still holding his cock by the base, you engulf the tip in your mouth. “Noona, please,” Jungwon moans out. 

You hum against his cock and quickly pull off. “Watch, Jungwon,” You ordered. His head turns to face you. Glossy eyes admire the sight in front of him. Your head lowers again, and you take him deeper into your mouth. Your hand strokes the bottom of his cock, while your mouth works towards the top. 

Jungwon’s hands move onto your head, hands raveling into your hair. You move your mouth up and down, as his hips continue to thrust upwards. 

“Oh my God,” Jungwon cries out. You could tell his end was near. After all your prior teasing, you knew he wouldn’t last long. “Noona, get off,” he starts, “I’m about to–” And before he could finish his sentence, hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth. You continue to guide Jungwon through his orgasm, as his hands softly tug on your hair. His hips drop down to the bed as he lets out a heavy breath. You remove your mouth, swallowing whatever landed on your tongue.

Your body moves forward, catching Jungwon’s lips in a kiss once again. His hands move towards the back of your neck. His chest rises up and down as he calms down from the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

His lips finally pull away from yours and he looks into your eyes. “Please let me pleasure you now, Noona.”