#jungwoo drabble

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[6:05 pm]

(cw: f!reader, profanity, the bros are too quick to judge)

tagged! @bluedbliss

The Nu Chi Theta brothers were at a judo competition happening in the gym. How had they gotten there? Strangely, well, not strange but more so out of the ordinary, fratboy!Jungwoo had suggested it. Had he also promised to treat the guys to pizza after? Yes.

So here they all were, watching a handful of matches happen at the same time. They were completely enthralled like babies watching dancing fruit. The flips, the turns, the throws, the turns, it was all so attention grabbing. The matches were fast too, just fast enough to keep their attention before the next started. They were all having a great time.

Then, Jungwoo cheers, not loud enough to echo off the walls of the gym, but loud enough to draw one of the competitor's attention. Yours. The brothers watch with suspicion as you side eye Jungwoo who smiles at you softly and sends you a wave. They cheer with him, not because they know you, but because you're wearing a patch with your university and they should cheer for their fellow classmate,

"Why are you waving at her?" Yuta asks as he leans into Jungwoo.

Jungwoo shushes him immediately, "she's starting!"

They all watch with rapt attention as you and your opponent get right into it. Jungwoo doesn't blink even a single time as your opponent goes in and wraps her arms around your waist to try to knock you down. You're more prepared than she is though, your stance is unshakable.

Your opponent shuffles her feet a few times, giving you the perfect opportunity to swoop in and take advantage of her poor strategy. In the blink of an eye, you're turning on your heel with your hands looped over around the back of her neck and using all your momentum to flip her into the air and onto the mat on her back. You keep an arm wound behind her neck as your body falls onto the mat beside her, holding her in place.

Jungwoo watches with bated as the referee counts down and declares your victory over your opponent. You bow to your opponent and walk back over to your teammates who greet you with cheers and claps on the back, but no one cheers louder than Jungwoo. Jungwoo who is standing in the bleachers, whooping your name and clapping excitedly.

After a quick talk with your coach, you come skipping to Jungwoo and his frat brothers with a smile all too sweet and bright for someone who just looked like a freaking warrior! Jungwoo goes running down the stairs, cupping your face as he greets you with a sweet kiss, "Princess, that was the best ippon I've ever fucking seen!"

The guys look at each other with complete confusion. Kissing and nick names? When did this happen? They continue to watch on as Jungwoo very carefully and gently cups your face and looks you over for any injuries. Even they have to admit that it's pretty cute.

Mark is the one to break the silence, exclaiming with excitement, "holy shit! You're a total badass! That was awesome, dude!"

Jungwoo jumps from the sudden fright of hearing the exclamation and brings you into his hold protectively. The guys are pretty sure you can very easily protect yourself though. Jungwoo relaxes, moving to stand beside you with a hand on the small of your back, "bros, this is my princess."

You laugh, a girly, high-pitched sound that they quiet honestly weren't expecting from the girl who just kicked her opponent's ass in like 10 seconds. You introduce yourself, shaking the guys hands and accept all their praise with a humble, almost shy smile. Taeyong shakes your hand and smiles as he notices the sparkly nail polish on your nails before your boyfriend tugs you back to his side.

"So how did you guys even meet?" Johnny asks.

"She totally kicked my ass," Jungwoo replies proudly.

"No!" you negate with shocked, wide eyes, "I volunteered in his judo class and he was the only one who volunteered to let me show the move to the class. I did not kick his ass."

Mark laughs, pulling his eyes away from another match, "are you done with your match already?"

Your ears perk at the question as you turn to Mark, "huh? Oh, yeah. That match was the only one I needed to secure my spot in the regional competition next month."

"Regional?!" A few of the guys echo in surprise.

"Yeah!" Jungwoo smiles proudly as he puffs out his chest, "she's the highest ranking in her age group in our area and ranks second highest in the region! She's ranked fourth in the whole nation! She's amazing!"

You shrug off his bragging shyly as the guys around you all gape and murmur in awe. Yuta shakes his head as he snaps himself out of the surprise, "want to join us for pizza and we can tell us all about judo?" You nod and thank him, darting off to grab your bag so you can change out of your uniform.

You find the guys waiting for you outside the gym with Mark and Haechan wrestling, or maybe its them attempting some judo moves. No one says anything as you approach, they don't know you, they have no reason to make any assumptions about you, but they are just a little surprised to find you skipping toward them in a floral sundress. It's cute... but they know now that underestimating you would be their worst mistake.

Jungwoo carries your duffel bag without complaint as you all walk toward a pizza parlor. Your hand is held in his, a pair of matching bracelets glinting on each of your wrists respectively as you answer all the guys' questions.

"Have you ever had to fight anybody outside of a match?" Haechan asks as he chews his food.

You shake your head with a laugh, "I haven't had to... yet. Why are you interested in fighting anyone?"

Haechan gulps with wide eyes as he shakes his head, "no. Well, maybe... we get some dumbass Alpha Sigs at some parties. Maybe you can fight them for us."

"I'll keep an eye out for dumbass Alpha Sigs for you guys then," you reply with a wink.

Jungwoo pulls you in and presses a kiss to your temple, "my princess only fights people for high ranking titles. Sorry guys."

You lean across the table, whispering loudly and not-so-inconspicuously, "I can totally kick Alpha Sig ass."

[kiszjuli]

7:29am —

𓂃 birthday boy ៸៸

bf!jungwoo x fem!reader [ w.c 532 ]

ᯓ★ now playing — i like me better - lauv

—

the morning sun spills through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the room. the warmth of it slowly pulls you from sleep, but what truly keeps you from drifting back under is the boy beside you—jungwoo, peaceful and still wrapped in the blankets, his soft breathing filling the quiet space between you.

you take a moment to just admire him. the way his lashes rest against his cheeks, the way his lips part slightly, the way his hair is tousled from sleep. he looks like a dream, and you almost don’t want to wake him.

almost.

you shift closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. he stirs slightly, his brows furrowing, but he doesn’t wake just yet. smiling to yourself, you place another kiss on the tip of his nose, then one at the corner of his lips.

this time, a drowsy hum leaves him. “mm… good morning,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep as his arms instinctively pull you closer.

you let out a soft giggle, hands finding their way into his hair. “happy birthday, my love.”

he blinks his eyes open at that, still heavy with sleep, but the moment your words sink in, his lips curve into the sweetest, laziest smile. his arms tighten around you, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“say it again,” he murmurs against your skin.

you chuckle, fingers lightly tracing the shape of his shoulder. “happy birthday, my love.”

jungwoo pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes filled with something soft and tender. “i love hearing that from you.”

your heart flutters, warmth spreading through your chest. “well, you’re the birthday boy,” you tease, cupping his face. “anything you want today, it’s yours.”

his eyes sparkle at that. “anything?”

you nod, and in an instant, he rolls on top of you, trapping you beneath him. his hands find yours, lacing your fingers together as he leans down, his nose brushing against yours.

“then i want to stay like this,” he whispers, lips just barely grazing yours. “all day, just us, just you in my arms.”

you laugh softly, your breath mingling with his. “not even for cake?”

he pretends to think, his dimples peeking out as he grins. “okay, maybe cake. but only if you feed me.”

you shake your head, pretending to sigh in defeat. “fine, only because it’s your birthday.”

he beams, nuzzling against you before stealing a slow, lingering kiss. when he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on the back of your hands.

“thank you,” he murmurs, voice filled with so much warmth it makes your chest tighten.

“for what?” you ask softly.

“for waking up next to me,” he says, gaze full of nothing but love. “for being here. for loving me.”

your heart swells, and you squeeze his hands. “always.”

jungwoo smiles, then suddenly shifts, pulling you on top of him as he stretches lazily. “okay, birthday cuddles first. cake later.”

you laugh, letting yourself melt into his embrace, knowing that no matter what the day brings, this—being in his arms, being loved by him—is the best part of it all.

—

▸ meant to post yesterday for his birthday but i missed it so ill post it for mine ! happy birthday to me and jungwoo !

[ssweetreveries]

Crush Catalog | The 𝒥 Files

introducing to you a 6-part series featuring nct’s ‘J line’

college au, interconnected standalones, afab!reader, will contain mature content (18+ mdni)

taglist (open!) @bluedbliss @rosakjs @lovesuhng @4nesu @skittyneos @yowmaman @luvlyrenwoo @wooyugta @yoonohswife @the-universe-in-you-jjh @wachimingox @ajaaaaayyyyy @jaemsprettygf @fancypeacepersona @hi00000234567 @cinneorolls @nctpjs @stormy1408

Part 1 | Where We Begin Again

☆ fwb!johnny x reader

trope → friends with benefits to lovers

synopsis You and Johnny are longtime friends who started hooking up out of convenience—no strings attached, right? Except now, you're both catching feelings but too scared to ruin the friendship. One night after an especially heated encounter, something shifts—a vulnerable moment slips out. Tension builds when one of you tries to pull away, but fate keeps throwing you back together.

Part 2 | Somewhere Between Us

☆ ex!jaehyun x reader

trope → exes to lovers

synopsis You and Jaehyun dated years ago—the kind of deep, youthful love that felt like forever—until life pulled you apart. Now you're back in the same city. A run-in at a mutual friend’s party reopens the door, and neither of you can ignore the tension. There's still hurt… but also lingering desire.

As you reconnect—cautiously, hesitantly—old sparks reignite. But there's pain buried under the surface. Can you forgive the past? Can he?

Part 3 | Underneath It All

☆ nerd!jeno x reader

trope → academic rivals/enemies to lovers

synopsis You and Jeno are friendly enemies—always neck and neck at school. You challenge each other, argue over ideas, and secretly admire one another, though neither of you admits it.

One night, you’re both stuck working late on the same project. Tension brews—academic snark turns into flirtation, and when you finally snap, it's a kiss… then a lot more.

After that, things shift. The teasing is more charged. You catch him staring. He lingers after meetings. But you’re both scared to cross that line again—is it just tension, or is there something real underneath?

Part 4 | Practice Makes Perfect

☆ fakebf!jaemin x reader

trope → fake dating/friends to lovers

synopsis You’ve been close friends with Jaemin for years— the kind who flirt without realizing, share late-night snacks, and never address the elephant in the room: you're incredibly compatible.

When a situation arises—your ex showing up in town—you ask Jaemin to pretend to be your boyfriend.

He’s way too good at it. Touches linger, pet names slip out naturally, and he looks at you like he means it. You both try to play it cool, but the tension builds until one night you can’t fake it anymore.

What neither of you expected? The fear of messing up the friendship… and how much it’ll hurt if this isn’t real.

Part 5 | Something Like Love

☆ bsf!jungwoo x reader

trope → best friends to lovers

synopsis You and Jungwoo have always had that kind of friendship—warm, easy, comfortable. You’ve been there through finals week breakdowns, bad dates, roommate drama, and everything in between. Everyone assumes you’ve hooked up. You haven’t. Not once.

But in senior year, things shift.

Maybe you're both single at the same time. Maybe one night, after a party, you end up in his bed—just to sleep, like always—but it feels different. The air changes. You start to notice the way he looks at you. How his hands hesitate when they touch your arm. How he doesn’t pull away anymore.

Then it happens. A kiss. A touch. A confession that slips out when you least expect it.

But it’s messy, because what if it ruins the friendship? What if it’s not the same after? What if he’s been in love with you longer than you knew—and what if you’re only realizing you’ve always loved him back?

Final part | Across the Hall

☆ neighbour!jisung x reader

trope → strangers to friends to lovers

synopsis You’ve just moved into a small off-campus apartment, and Jisung lives right across the hall. He’s quiet, polite, always wearing headphones, always buried in his own world. The two of you exchange casual greetings at first—but over time, that awkward “neighbor energy” turns into something deeper.

The first real shift happens one evening when you lock yourself out of your apartment—barefoot, holding laundry, feeling ridiculous. Jisung’s the only one home, and he offers to let you stay in his place while you wait for the locksmith. What begins as an awkward favor becomes a surprisingly easy conversation over ramen and reruns playing low on his small TV.

Slowly, you become friends. Shared study breaks, spontaneous grocery runs, nights spent half-laughing, half-whispering on the hallway floor.

He’s reserved, but you notice the subtle ways he starts opening up: leaving little notes on your door, offering bites of snacks he made too much of, brushing your hand and pretending it didn’t happen. It’s all unspoken… until it’s not.

an : spontaneously decided to start working on a series..! hehe, i’m excited to see how this goes!

probably will be slow updates—no fixed release dates yet!

[fruithoughts]

. . . when he needs a new wallpaper

[cbeargyu]

nct 127 as romantic tropes?

nct 127 as romantic tropes

taeyong — the grumpy x sunshine 🍒

he’s all sharp lines and tired sighs, the type who says “be careful” instead of “i love you.” but your laugh softens something in him. he pretends not to care when you steal his hoodie, but he folds it neatly on your bed the next morning. you kiss the furrow between his brows until it disappears. he never believed in happy endings—until you looked at him like he was worthy of one.

johnny — the friends with tension 🧸

you’ve been best friends forever. too close, everyone says. too many lingering touches, too many late-night calls that turn into mornings. he knows how you take your coffee. you know what song makes him cry. one night, he leans in and asks, “what are we doing?” you smile, “something we should’ve done ages ago.” and finally, the tension breaks.

yuta — the forbidden love 💌

he’s the boy your parents warned you about. silver rings, slow smirks, danger wrapped in leather. but he looks at you like you’re art. like you’re precious. you meet in secret—under city lights, behind closed doors. he tells you he’d burn the world to keep you safe. and maybe he would.

doyoung — the enemies to lovers 🌻

you argue with him like it’s foreplay. every meeting is a battlefield of snarky comebacks and stolen glances. but one night, the line blurs. your fingers brush as you reach for the same book. he doesn’t pull away. “you annoy me,” he whispers. “you make me feel so good,” you reply. and just like that, the war ends with a kiss.

jaehyun — the rent-a-boyfriend turned real 📸

you hired him to impress your old classmates at a reunion. nothing serious—just someone to smile beside you, to make it seem like you’ve got it all figured out. but he holds doors open for you when no one’s watching. he laughs like he means it. and when the night ends, he says, “you don’t have to fake it with me.” and for the first time in years… you don’t.

jungwoo — the sunshine x sunshine 🍯

you both laugh too much, cry over stupid movies, and bring home stray cats. he brings you flowers just because. you dance around the kitchen in your pajamas. he holds your face and says, “i didn’t know love could feel like breathing.” with him, everything feels light. everything feels like home.

mark — the childhood friends to lovers 🗝️

you grew up with scraped knees and pinky promises. he was your first crush, your first heartbreak, your first real everything. years later, he still knows how to make you smile when you’re about to cry. and when he finally kisses you, it’s not fireworks. it’s something softer, something safer—like finally coming back to where you belong.

haechan — the one bed trope 🛏️

you’re forced to share a hotel room. there’s only one bed. he teases you all night, calling you a coward when you sleep on the edge. but at 3am, your legs tangle. you wake up to his arm around your waist. “don’t get used to it,” he mumbles, already pulling you closer. but you do. you always will.

[shuafiles]

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | jungwoo in his darn black glasses, pervy co worker jungwoo, smut with no plot, fingering, unprotected sex (dont)

WORDS | 1.8k

A/N | imagine that one kissing scene in the kdrama business proposal when the hot assistant took off his glasses to continue making out !!! and let's pretend there are no cameras in an office :D this was supposed to be a drabble, but there is a drought of jungwoo smut on this app, and i am here to provide. plspls send me thoughts </3

coworker!jungwoo was in the printing room when you entered. your heels clicked against the floor, making him lift his head to face you. his black glasses resting on the tip of his nose, which he pushed back with his finger. it was already late at night, and the two of you were among the employees left working at the firm because of your boss’s orders.

“hi, jungwoo.” you flashed him a tired smile.

“hey, y/n.” jungwoo greeted back. it wasn’t a secret that he had the biggest crush on you–he would be a fool not to have one–you were the most attractive woman in the entire building, and he knows this because he sees the way everyone turns their heads to look at you when you walk past them. he was guilty of doing the same, loving how your tight pencil skirt perfectly carves the shape of your hips all the way down to your ass, or how he gets a peek of your cleavage every time he towers over you

jungwoo felt his cheeks flush at his thoughts before returning his focus to the dcouments he needed to finish printing. he felt your presence beside him as he picked up the final paper that the machine ejected. he was about to leave when your hand on his arm prevented him from doing so.

“hey–do you think you can help me make a copy of these? i’m still not sure how to work this machine.” you sheepishly smiled at him. his eyes darting to your lips before he let out a gulp.

“y-yeah, let me show you.” you both faced the machine. feeling the sudden proximity you two have. your shoulders brushing against his chest as he muttered out instructions, but you were barely registering his words.

all you could focus on was how his arms were exposed due to his sleeves being tucked up, his muscles flexing occasionally as he pressed various buttons. you knew about his crush on you; you may have briefly heard him chatting with johnny in the break room the other day about how much he wanted to hit it. usually, you would be disgusted with how men talked about women, but there was something different about jungwoo. you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him equally attractive. he was one of the people you felt like you could trust around the workplace.

you sneaked a glance at him, his disheveled hair (probably due to running his fingers through it so much) added to his attractiveness. his tie loose from working overtime, and those damn glasses that looks way too hot on him.

“and that’s basically it.” jungwoo pulled you out of your thoughts as the machine started to make noise and make copies of the document you gave him.

“thanks, jungwoo. i appreciate it, let me know if there’s something i could help you with!” you offered, slightly hoping he could catch on to what you were trying to let on.

jungwoo felt hot, his lips pursed, nodding to your words before turning around and accidentally bumping into your shoulder causing you to drop the papers you gathered in your hands.

“i’m so sorry!” jungwoo kneeled down, collecting the papers he knocked over. the sight of him on his knees in front of you was not helping your imagination. you sat down to his level, trying to be mindful of the way you’re wearing a skirt. not missing how his eyes dart to the newly exposed skin of your thighs. you helped him in gathering the papers, fingers brushing over his making you bite your lip.

you both stood up once you finished cleaning up the mess, straightening up your skirt with your hands. he extended the papers to you. making sure to linger your fingers over his. growing frustrated at his inability to take the hint.

“jungwoo.” you placed the stack of papers on the counter next to the printer.

“hmm?” jungwoo looked you in the eye. his doe eyes staring at you intently.

“stop being so shy and do something.”

“w-what do you mean?”

you took a step forward, inching towards his body. “i heard the way you talked about me with johnny. where's that jungwoo now?” your hand reached up to play with his tie. his mouth opened in a silent gasp. breath hitching at the way your bodies are almost colliding. “you don’t think i notice your lingering stares? the way your eyes fall to my legs every time i walk by you? or how your stare into my lips every time we talk?”

jungwoo’s head turned to face the ceiling, looking anywhere but at you. “i’m sorry.” he mumbled. your hands snaking to his chest before reaching out to hook your fingers on his chin, forcing him to face you.

“if i minded, i would've said something by now, wouldn't i? but i didn't, which means…” you leaned up to him, lips dangerously close to his. “i wouldn't mind being slutted out by you.”

jungwoo groaned before grasping your hips and pushing your body against him. he attached his lips to you in a hungry manner. your eyes closed as his tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring every corner he could. his glasses bumping into your face, annoying you, which he realized because he pulled away from your lips only to snatch the glasses from his face and set them aside before he returned his lips to yours.

your hands made its way to the buttons of his shirt, pulling on his tie to loosen it even more. once you were done unbuttoning his shirt, you pulled away from him, admiring his stoned chest with your fingers lightly tracing over his abs.

“don’t tease me now, princess. been waiting for this moment forever.” he grunted as you played with the buckle of his belt.

“show me how much you want it.” that was all it took before jungwoo spun you around and bent you over the counter, hands sliding your skirt up to your hips, exposing your red lacy underwear.

“god, its like you planned for this to happen.” he groaned as his fingers rubbed your clothed entrance. you whimpered, unintentionally wiggling your ass for him, which drove him even more crazy. he slid your underwear to the side before collecting your arousal and running it up and down your folds. he inserted two digits into your hole, making you moan out his name. supporting yourself on the counter as his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling it which perfectly hit your sweet spot. pulling out to rub circles on your clit. “so wet for me, baby.” his fingers easily slid due to your wetness.

“jungwoo, please, w-want to cum.” his hand snaked around your body before placing it around your throat, pulling your body so that your back was against his chest. his fingers picking up the pace as you felt your stomach coil up.

“how is your pussy so tight, hmm? think i need to stretch you out before you take my cock.” he inserted a third finger into you, relentlessly fucking you with his fingers. you felt your legs shake, your chest heaving from the intensity. your hips pushing down to meet his hand. “be a good girl and cum for me.” he whispered in your ear. his thumb reaching for your clit, rubbing circles, making you gasp as you felt your release, cumming all over his fingers.

“oh my god.” you moaned. he pulled his fingers out and detached his hand from your throat. catching your breath, you turned to face him and was greeted by him sucking your arousal from his fingers which made you giggle.

“you taste amazing.” jungwoo pulled his fingers out of his mouth, and with his other hand, he grasped your chin and planted a kiss on your lips. tasting him and your juices. “now turn around, i’m not done with you yet.”

you yelped as he grabbed your hips and bent you once more over the counter. the sound of his buckle moving around and a zipper being pulled down was all you heard before his pants were at his ankles. his fingers hooking the waistband of your underwear, the thin fabric falling to your feet.

you whimpered when you felt the tip of his cock gliding over your folds, spreading your slick all over.

“can’t wait to fill your pussy up.” jungwoo said before pushing his cock into you, making you curse out his name. his length was thick. your pussy adjusting to his cock as he carefully started to move his hips. you held onto the counter as he started to pick up his pace. his hand resting on your ass as his cock stretched you open, the other collecting your hair and harshly pulling on it making you moan even louder. “you’re so tight, fuck–“ the sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, and you were thankful that you were the only people left in the office at this hour. he leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, planting a wet kiss on your cheek. “could fuck you all day, princess.”

jungwoo grunted when he felt you clench around his cock, pulling you close to him as he tried to bury you even deeper.

“god, jungwoo!” you breathed out, biting your lip as his hand made its way to your clothed breast, squeezing it through the fabric.

“you sound so pretty like this, y/n.” his lips brushed over your ears as he whispered. “even prettier when you cum, baby." it didn’t take much long before you felt your stomach tense up again, your orgasm creeping close. you can tell he was close to his release, too, as his thrusts were getting sloppy. “fuck, baby. i’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“inside.” you moaned out. you turned your head to catch a glimpse of him. his forehead covered in sweat that trickled all the way down to his chest. he noticed your gaze, which made him smirk and lean down to kiss you once more.

a few thrusts later, you came all over his cock. legs feeling weak as you could barely hold yourself up, but he continued to rock his hips, his cock twitching as chased after his release. with a final thrust, he let out the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard before releasing inside you. his cum coating your sweet pussy as your juices mixed together.

jungwoo pulled his cock out from you, feeling his cum drip down your legs. you turned around to face him, catching each other's breath.

he pulled his pants up to his waist, quickly zipping it. his hands reached down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it down so that you were decent. you smiled at the gesture. you grabbed his glasses that were resting on the counter. you pushed his hair out of the way of his face and placed his glasses on him. his eyes watching your every move. he looked so handsome in them.

you stepped out of your underwear, reaching down to grab it before stuffing it in his pocket. “wouldn’t want you to forget this night.”

“never in my wildest dreams.”

[jjaehyunzs]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ brother’s best friend!jungwoo x reader

1998, 18:45

it was hot. really hot.

the kind of heat that made the air feel heavy, thick with the scent of sun-warmed wood and old paper. outside, the cicadas droned in an endless song, their rhythmic cries blending into the stillness of the afternoon. it felt like a typical summer scene, lazy, almost peaceful, where the heat carried both a sense of calm and exhaustion.

we had been eyeing each other for the past couple of hours, exchanging fleeting glances but saying nothing. mark had finally decided to get some drinks, leaving us alone in the living room.

i was tucked in the corner, cross-legged on the floor, sifting through a pile of magazines my grandma kept on the back of the old wooden shelves. flipping through pages, cutting out images, piecing together something only i understood.

on the other side of the room, jungwoo was hunched over the cd player, carefully putting together a mixtape of taeyong’s latest tracks. the guys had gathered to share music recommendations, and he had taken it more seriously than anyone else.

a disc suddenly came rolling to my side, stopping just near my knee. i stared at it for a second, then went back to my collage.

"are you gonna give it to me or not?" his voice cut through the thick silence.

"can’t you come for it?" i answered without looking up, hearing the scoff that followed.

i didn’t know why he always treated me like that. i had tried several times to be friendly, to be kind, to meet him halfway. but jungwoo always had this edge to him, like there was something about me that annoyed him.

nevertheless, i wasn’t a bad person. so, with a quiet sigh, i picked up the disc. i was just about to stand and hand it to him when i realised, he was already there. only a few centimeters away.

my breath caught for a second, but i quickly pushed past it, extending the disc to him "here"

i barely had time to sit back down before i felt it, his fingers curling around my wrist, holding me in place.

"what’s that?"

his tone was blunt, his gaze fixed lower. following his eyes, it took me a moment to realise, he was pointing at my dress.

i looked up at him. he's taller than me, bigger. his frame looms over mine. his face is sharp, intense, but what unsettles me the most is the way his eyes move over me. slowly. deliberately. tracing every inch of my body before locking onto mine again.

a scoff leaves his lips, and i watch as he crosses his arms, waiting for a response.

"...excuse me?" i finally manage to say, my voice coming out softer than i intended. there's a slight tremble in my tone, laced with disbelief. i wasn’t expecting this… whatever this is.

his expression hardens, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares at me. the way he looks at me is unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. then, his gaze flickers downward again. my legs. my dress. i resist the urge to step back.

another scoff. then he moves.

he steps forward, closing the space between us in an instant. my breath catches as i instinctively take a small step back, but it’s useless. he’s already too close. close enough that i can smell him, aftershave maybe?, but all i can focus on is how much bigger he feels standing this near.

"do you always dress like that...?"

the question catches me off guard. i blink up at him, my mind scrambling to process his words.

"dress like what?" i ask, my voice coming out confused.

his lips curl slightly, almost as if he’s amused. but his eyes, his eyes are sharp, unwavering as they drag over me again. the intensity of his stare makes my skin tingle.

"you know what i mean"

heat rushes to my face before i can stop it. my hands instinctively move to the hem of my dress, tugging it down as if that could somehow shield me from his gaze. it doesn't.

i shift under the weight of his stare, my fingers fidgeting with the fabric as i mumble "why does it matter...?"

he doesn’t answer. instead, his gaze lingers on me, his expression unreadable. a low hum escapes his lips, as if he's considering something. then, he moves again, a little more closer. the space between us is nonexistent now, his body nearly pressing into mine.

my breath stutters. my chest rises and falls, the movement small but noticeable. he notices.

"you dress like you're begging for someone's attention"

my eyes snap up to his, wide with shock. heat floods my cheeks, the embarrassment mixing with something else, something i don’t want to name.

"i was just trying to be comfortable in today's heat" i murmur, avoiding his gaze. i pull at my dress again, but the fabric barely moves.

i see the way his eyes flicker downward once more, how they slowly trace the outline of my frame as if committing it to memory. the realization sends another wave of warmth through me.

"i know a better way of staying cool"

his voice is lower now, rougher. my pulse quickens at the suggestion laced in his words.

i force myself to look up, my brows furrowing "what do you mean?"

he doesn’t answer immediately. instead, he moves even closer, his chest now just inches from mine. the heat of his body seeps into my skin, making it impossible to ignore just how close we are.

"why don’t i show you...?"

i can’t think. the words barely register before he moves again. his hand finds my hip, gripping it firmly. a sharp inhale escapes me as my body stiffens under his touch. my mind races, trying to process everything. the way his fingers press into my skin, the way his eyes watch me so intently, the way my own breath betrays me.

i can feel my face burning as i finally manage to stammer "w-what exactly are you—?"

before i can finish, he tugs at my hip, pulling me flush against him.

a soft gasp leaves my lips. my hands press against his chest on instinct, but i don’t push him away. my body betrays me, frozen in place as the reality of the situation settles in.

his hands tighten around my waist. his scent is overwhelming now, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin. every nerve in my body is on high alert.

"relax"

the word is firm, almost commanding. a shiver runs through me as his grip shifts, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of my thigh. the touch is brief, barely there, but it sends a jolt through my body.

i manage to hold in a soft breath as i stare up at him, my mind struggling to keep up. everything about him, his deep voice, his presence, his soft but steady touch, it feels intoxicating. dangerous.

and yet, i don’t move away.

note: hiiii im back, im sorry it took so long!! :( i’ve been so busy lately, and this is what i came up with, but i promise i will be back soon!

[featjunranghae]

NCT MASTERLIST

NCT 127

Soft Spot - Johnny x Haechan

NCT DREAM

series -

Fatherhood - Jeno part ii part iii [completed]

smau -

Loaded - Chenle [completed]

Intro to Being Delulu 101 - Haechan [ongoing]

text post -

bf!dreamies valentines day text

bf!dreamies "would you rather go deaf for blind."

WAYV

nothing yet...

NCT WISH

smau -

bus or truck - sion [completed]

note: not writing for sakuya and ryo since they are literally kids and I don't feel comfortable writing about ppl younger than me

[jammingjaem]

hi can I request texting best friend 127 “why didn’t you kiss me?” after hanging out with them the whole day? like y’all leaned into each other or smthn happened, either way they chickened out. now you’re pissed because you’ve been dropping hints for a while and they haven’t picked up on it. both you and member have huge crushes on each other.

love your fics :)

୨୧ “why didn’t you kiss me?” bff!127

girl this one just gave the delulu in me a show but i enjoyed this req!! and i hope yew all did :3 IM SORRY FOR DOING THIS REQ LATE 💔💔

[zeroseuniverse]

Nice Guy

Word Count: 1K Summary:Jungwoo would watch as they charmed their way into your world, and he’d be left on the sidelines, silently cheering for you while hiding the ache in his chest. But one day, something changed. Pairing: Jungwoo X reader

Navigation

Jungwoo had always been the nice guy. The one who’d put others before himself, the one who’d make sure everyone else was okay before he even thought about himself. His friends liked to tease him for being a bit of a pushover sometimes, but it wasn’t something he minded. He was proud of being someone people could rely on, someone who would never hesitate to lend a hand. But despite his kindness, there was a part of him that often felt invisible, especially when it came to you.

You were the bright light in any room, the kind of person people flocked to for a laugh or a comforting word. Jungwoo admired you from afar, content to be a friend. But over time, his feelings grew deeper. He started noticing the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about your dreams, the way your laugh was like a melody he could never forget. It wasn’t just the obvious things—he saw the little gestures you made, the way you cared for others, and how you’d go out of your way to make sure no one was left out.

And, of course, he noticed the way others noticed you. The louder, more confident guys always seemed to grab your attention. Jungwoo would watch as they charmed their way into your world, and he’d be left on the sidelines, silently cheering for you while hiding the ache in his chest. But one day, something changed.

It wasn’t a single event that sparked his decision—it was the accumulation of all those moments. Watching you with someone else. Hearing you talk about the qualities you admired in others. Jungwoo couldn’t stand it any longer. Everyone always said the nice guy never wins. But he refused to believe that. He didn’t want to be the one who was always there without ever being seen. This time, he was going to make sure you saw him—not just as a friend, but as someone who could be your equal, someone you could trust, love, and rely on.

He wasn’t going to wait for you to come to him. Jungwoo was going to change the story. He would be the one who showed you just how much he cared, no more standing in the shadows, hoping for a chance.

It started off small, as it often did. He’d bring you your favorite drink—black coffee, no sugar—just the way you liked it. He’d slip it onto your desk at work, or he’d have it ready for you when you both met up after a long day. No fanfare. No grand gestures. Just small, thoughtful moments. But it wasn’t just the coffee. It was the way he made you laugh in the middle of stressful days, the way he remembered every little thing you mentioned in passing and used it to make you feel special.

Jungwoo knew that actions spoke louder than words, so he did what he could to show you how much he cared. When you had a rough day, he’d be there, sitting quietly beside you, listening as you vented your frustrations. Sometimes, he didn’t even need to say anything. Just his presence was enough. And every time you smiled, even if it was just a soft curve of your lips, Jungwoo felt a flicker of hope in his chest. Maybe he was getting closer.

But it wasn’t just about the small things. Jungwoo wanted to be there for the big moments too���the ones where you truly needed someone to lean on. When your family went through tough times, when your friends were too busy to notice you were struggling, Jungwoo was there. No matter what. He didn’t push or demand anything from you. He just wanted you to know that he was someone you could count on, no strings attached.

You had always known Jungwoo as the kind, quiet guy who made the world feel a little brighter with his genuine heart. But it wasn’t until you had one of those days, the ones where everything felt heavy and overwhelming, that you truly saw him. Jungwoo didn’t make a big deal out of it. He simply showed up at your door with a cup of hot tea, his eyes soft with concern as he asked if you were okay. It wasn’t the first time he had done something like this, but that moment felt different. You felt seen, cared for, like you weren’t just someone who was always expected to be okay.

Jungwoo wasn’t the loudest person in the room, and he wasn’t the one who swept in with flashy gestures. But in that moment, you realized that he was the one who had always been there for you—gently, quietly, but without ever asking for anything in return.

And that’s when it clicked for you. Jungwoo wasn’t just the nice guy. He was the one who made you feel safe, who made you laugh, who made you believe that love didn’t have to be loud or dramatic to be real.

One evening, as you sat together on a park bench, watching the sunset paint the sky in colors you couldn’t quite name, you turned to him. “Jungwoo,” you began, your voice soft, “why do you always do so much for me?”

He smiled, the kind of smile that lit up his whole face, making your heart flutter. “Because,” he said simply, “I care about you. More than you know.”

That was all you needed to hear.

You leaned closer, a warmth spreading between you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. “I care about you too,” you whispered.

And in that moment, Jungwoo knew that being the nice guy didn’t mean finishing last. It meant being the one who truly understood, who quietly waited for the right moment, and who never stopped believing in the possibility of love—even when everyone else told him he never had a chance.

Jungwoo wasn’t just the nice guy. He was the one you had always wanted, and the one you were finally ready to choose.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[8:25 pm]

(cw: f!reader, a child, written on my phone)

(this is kind of a part 2 for this, but also a standalone)

Dad!Jungwoo felt like he’d never truly taken a second to appreciate being able to breathe clearly, to be awake with no body aches, to not cough with every other breath he took, he’d taken advantage of being in good health. Having a cold take him down for just over a week was a wake up call for him. He had hated sleeping alone, hated being away from you and your daughter, he got tired of not seeing the outside of his room, and watching bad tv.

But here he was, fully healed, breathing clearly, wide awake, and on the couch in the living room with you in his arms for the first time in a while. He was more than happy to help with the chores all day, make the bed with you, help you make meals, he just wanted to be around you. He had missed you!

You had missed him too, that much was clear given how you let him cling to you and how you clung to him. You had even peppered his cheeks with kisses on more than one occasion which made him preen. His daughter though, well she couldn’t care less. She continued on with her routine, greeting him with an uninterested wave while she continued with her drawing.

All day she’d been kind of a pain in Jungwoo’s side… clinging to your legs, holding your hand, crawling into your lap, begging for your attention. Jungwoo was a little jealous of you at first, of course, but he knew better than to bother his daughter and risk her attitude. He didn’t much like sharing your attention since he had been sick for a while. He married you because he was infatuated and wanted to spend his whole life with you.

As soon as the two of you would start a task together, here would come the four year old asking for attention. Oh you’re cooking? She can help! Making the bed! There she was fluffing the pillows! Watching a movie! There she was working her way onto your lap! Jungwoo loved his daughter, loved her with his whole entire heart and being, but could she lay off!? He wanted time with his wife! Time alone with his wife.

Now it was his daughter’s bedtime, she was bathed and dressed in her pajamas, laid up in her little bed. Sorry, her big girl bed.

“The end,” Jungwoo ended as he read as before closing the picture book.

Your daughter’s eyes were getting heavier, both her small hands holding onto yours. Jungwoo leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead and tuck her in. He admired her adorable face as you leaned in to do the same.

“G’night Appa,” she mumbled tiredly, not loosening her grasp on your hand.

Jungwoo felt his heart melt as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Good night, my love,” he whispered, “let’s go to bed.”

You stood up, ready to follow him out, but the 4 year old sat up, confusion written across her face. “Are you telling Appa goodnight? Tucking him in?” She asked you.

“Me and Appa are going to bed my love, you get your bed to yourself again,” you explained.

“That’s Appa’s bed. We share now, Mama,” she countered with confidence.

“Baby, you and Mama shared because I was sick, remember? But now I’m better, so Mama can come back to her bed,” Jungwoo replied, keeping his voice soft so as to not energize her more.

“No, me and Mama share. You sleep alone,” she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest with a withering glare in his direction.

You smiled to cover up a tired sigh, “you’re right baby, I’m going to go get ready for bed. I’m going to do some chores and tuck Appa in and I’ll be back. Okay?”

She nodded with a happy smile, scooting to the left side of her bed so you had room. “Be fast, Mama,” she instructed as she relaxed into the bed.

You both closed her door and began to straighten up the house before returning to your room. It felt different now that you were in the room with him. It felt more lively and cozy. He laid beneath the covers, watching as you brushed your teeth. He was so in love with you. “You’re not actually going to make me sleep alone, right?” Jungwoo asked, not ready to admit that he was actually nervous you’d say yes.

You spit out your tooth paste and cleaned your mouth, “no, my love. I just know when to pick my battles with her attitude.”

He pulled you into his hold, allowing you to relax in his arms. He sighed happily, his body finally fully at peace. “I missed you,” he murmured tiredly, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“I missed you too,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his chest, “I feel bad that I lied to her though.”

“I lie to her all the time! I told her a few weeks ago that Santa was watching her through the light on the internet modem.”

You laugh in surprise, “don’t say that!”

“I’m just saying, that it won’t hurt her in the long run to sleep alone. I can have my wife all to myself after a week of being away from you,” he huffed.

You both fall asleep easily after that and Jungwoo would be the first to admit it was some of the best sleep he’d gotten since he was sick. Your warmth, you cuddled up to him, your scent, the fresh sheets. However, waking up to a small foot in his ribs and the sight of your daughter clinging to you wasn’t something he was expecting. He still loved it though.

[lovelywooz]

Long Day? (M)

PWNP like no bs I’ve had a very, very long few weeks at work. Stress makes me skin-hungry. I wrote him kind of service top-ie here honestly I think that's the most realistic picture of what slightly tired, lovestruck Jungwoo would be like. Trust me when I say I'm Obsessed capital O with him so my opinion must be fact, just joking. Anywhoo I hope you guys enjoy and let me know if there's any requests tbh I have an easier time getting motivated to write for a request (I'm a pleaser like that) <3

Word Count: 2,656

Warnings: Smut, pretty tame pretty vanilla

You’ve just had the longest day at work. Luckily you’ve got a good outlet waiting at home.

Bursting through the door of your shared one bedroom apartment your eyes are instantly locked on target. “Oh hey sweetie you’re home early”.

Jungwoo is splayed over the couch, not unlike a starfish. One long arm draped over the back and his legs take up multiple cushions, even with one bent knee. A fluffy head of hair rests on the arm of the couch. His metal framed glasses falling slightly down his nose as he glances your way with a loving smile. Your pupils trace the subtle movement of his fingers as he pushes them back up into place. He rises to a sitting position and beckons you over with outstretched arms.

You trudge over towards him and slip into his warm embrace. He nestles into your midsection. You can feel the heat of his face through the thin fabric of your work shirt and puffs of his warm breath on your stomach. You card your fingers through his hair and he hums in rapture. You’ve never met a man who didn’t enjoy having his hair played with, but Jungwoo seemed to love it the most. He leans into it unconsciously and a faint patch of goosebumps appears on the back of his neck accompanying another faint sigh.

Large palms that lay flat against your back pull you further against him. He sighs softly, lovingly pressing a kiss to your clothed skin. A quietly whispered “Missed you baby” further weakens your tired limbs. Jungwoo does miss you frequently, but the utterance takes on an entirely new meaning when you’re alone together.

Unintentionally, it’s become your secret signal mumbled before a fit of passion. When you’re too exhausted for filthier words or carefully constructed foreplay. Sometimes you just want to bask in the attention of your lover, your very souls aching for closeness. His touch on your skin could cure any ailment. With every press of his lips to yours your bustling mind falls silent.

As if by telepathy, his fingertips coax their way under your clothes and tease the small of your back. “Long day?” He breathes, sweetly nipping at the fabric separating him from what is his. You only have the energy to huff and nod quietly. He hums disappointedly, scolding the universe for distressing his lover. His nose nudges at the buttons of your shirt, “can I help you relax”?

As if you had restraint left to deny yourself his proposition. You push his hair away from his forehead, not unlike he does out of nervous habit. On a regular day it’s difficult to see his pupils floating in a sea of dark chocolate brown. At this distance you can only just make out the line his eyes have drawn to your lips. The small attention draws you in meters more. He's often compared to a dog with good reason. He's loyal to a fault, gently protective, and utterly transfixed on any object of his interest. You're fortunate to be his, just as he feels fortunate to be yours. At the end of the day there are no two beings more obsessed, more cosmically bound together than you and him.

Before you can answer with your words, your body answers for you. Crawling onto his lap as you treat yourself to a tender, slow kiss. God. The serotonin courses through your veins ridding your thoughts of anything but him. You begin to feel faint when you realize you should, at some point, breathe. Pulling apart from your lover, your chests nudge gently with every inhale. His eyes are slightly hazy and he slips his hands over the pockets on your backside to ground himself. A spike of heat pricks you at the thought: he would not have pulled back if you hadn't, he would've kissed you until he nearly passed out if you wanted.

The delicious thoughts are rudely interrupted by a vibration of your phone, also in your back pocket. You sigh and stand up from your perch on your partner's lap to his utter displeasure. Pulling your phone out you tap the screen to reveal a text from your boss, then another, and another. Something about a project you're working on and a forwarded email chain? You don't get to read many messages before a shadow glowers over the screen and your phone is gently lifted from your hands. Nothing is said, only done. Jungwoo's lips are on yours and his hand cups your cheek tenderly. Your phone thrown onto the couch in favor of sliding an arm around your waist. Words are not needed, his lips tell you what he's too shy to say:

'Pay attention to me'. You're stepping backwards down the hallway, trusting him to guide you. 'I won't let anyone else bother you' His sweater doesn't last the short walk to your room, only separating for a brief moment to drop it on the floor before meeting again. Neither does yours; with every step another button is undone. A kiss pressed to any newly exposed skin before it can get lonely. 'I love you so much it hurts' you make a soft landing on the bedsheets, your back arching to help him get your top all the way off. One large hand slowly trails down your arm, the other follows his mouth ghosting down your torso and undoing the button of your trousers. Fuck he always knows exactly what you want. Cold air hits your core as your pants and panties are slipped off in one solid movement. You can barely lift your head what with all your energy going to your twitching clit. But Jungwoo gets right to it. His tongue peeks between the folds at first, then lathes in long strokes. He laps up your wetness slowly but feverishly, as if he’s holding himself back. Doesn’t wanna work you up too fast, wants to savor the moment. Wants to bring you up slowly, like massaging out a muscle knot, and be there to catch you as you fall over the edge of pleasure.

Of course he seeks his own gratification, but the truth is he gets such a rush from pleasing you. He’s always making you finish first, twisting his fingers in at just the right spot to make you squeal. Even when he’s in charge, he has to hold himself back from cumming until his abs twitch when your voice reaches that pitch you can only sing after being thoroughly overstimulated. He lives to please and boy does he ever.

“Shit” you curse as he circles one thumb on your clit just hard enough to work you closer and closer. You start to squirm a little against his tongue which pushes in and out lazily. “So good” you praise him breathily. He draws his mouth away from your needy cunt and straightens up a little onto his elbow. The hand that was thumbing your little bead is now two fingers deep in your slit. He drags the digits slowly back out before plunging them back in. Setting a rhythm that’s as unpredictable as it is electrifying. He curls them up and your hoarse moan cracks a bit in a way that tells him he’s doing it right. He leaves calm open mouth kisses on your clit as if your brain isn’t in total meltdown. It would be sweet if not for the way you’re squelching around his two, now three, fingers. Your right hand is ripped from its grounding white-knuckled grip on the sheets and it’s replaced with his warm, firm palm in yours. Your fingers lace together cutely and he squeezes your hand back in support. His lips seal over your clit again, and he hums wantonly like it’s his favorite candy. It might just be. His infinitely long and slender fingers dig deeper than ever before. That’s all it takes to throw you overboard. Your vision whites out as you cum, hard, all over his face and hand. Meanwhile, he’s working you through it pumping his fingers in and out slowly and kissing your swollen bud. You’re surely crushing his fingers in your hand but he doesn’t seem to mind. He would never mind. He finds it sinfully adorable how your small hands are dwarfed by his and yet your iron grip on his fingers can hold him in his place. It makes him feel like nothing but a servant to you. A wild beast leaning into your gentle touch, listening only to his master. He tries not to think too deeply about how much that turns him on.

You’re able to regain consciousness after a moment. Your hips buck unconsciously as his tongue swipes over you again. On a normal night you’d let him eat you until he’d had his fill of your tears and incoherent cries. But not tonight. You wanted to feel him inside all day long. Nothing complicated, nothing difficult. Just wanted him as close as physically possible. You take your free hand and paw at his hair, “Jung. No n-no more baby”. His hand laces around your wrist and pins it back to the bed parallel to your left hand. Misunderstanding your signal, he grunts lowly as in, ‘stay still’ and starts to work you up with his mouth again. You insist this time, “Jungwoo no baby. Just want you inside. Please. I needed you, wanted you all day just. Please”.

His dick was hard before, but now it’s absolutely aching. He gets his knees up underneath him and crawls over your body. Your mouths meet and it’s sloppy, slow. You can taste yourself when he slips his tongue across yours. Your chests are flush together save for what’s covered by his canvas joggers and your bra. You bite down gently on his lower lip, and he grinds himself down on your bare pussy. The way he practically whimpers at the stimulation has you clenching around nothing. You’re tempted to hide a tape recorder in your bedroom so you can replay his symphonies over and over whenever you want. His whines turn to breathy groans and he grinds himself down harder, unable to deny himself the dull pleasure. Your remaining slick is soaking through the fabric, multiplying the feeling by one hundred. But you can’t let him cum like this, he’ll be so bummed out he didn’t fill you up like you requested. Your hands, resting on his back since he let them go moments prior, slide around to his hips and you push him away with all your strength. “No Jung. You can’t”. He huffs frustratedly but he complies, knowing that you’re right. You’re always right. He loves you so much. “Okay, okay” he pants, “M’sorry. Got excited” he hangs his head on your shoulder and takes some deep breaths before he creams himself. Meanwhile you’re shimmying his joggers and briefs down enough for him to kick them off. He leaves a trail of wet kisses along your jaw, down your neck and over your still covered breasts. His hands slip under your body gingerly and undo the clasp of your lacy bra. Carefully unwrapping his present. His lips drag along each nipple, entranced there, as he pumps himself back to full hardness. He drags his head through your slick and primes himself at your entrance. Cheekily, he bites down just over your left breast as he slides home. He loves to mark right over your heart. Every time it beats you’ll be reminded it’s his.

You’re so warm and wet he sink down to his hips with no issue. He’s about average girth, but he’s just so long it’s like every time you fuck you feel it in your stomach. Suddenly you’re reminded of the time he pressed down on the bulge he made on your torso and your eyes practically rolled back. Your pussy squeezes over him like it remembers and he whines breathily. He’s so close to you in missionary like this. His arms cage you in and his skin clings to yours with the friction of sweat and spattered juices from your cunt. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulls back out. You feel every vein, every ridge drag along your insides and it breaks you. His pace starts at a crawl, just dipping in and out shallowly. Your frustration with the day comes to a head at his games. Scratching up his back, you take a fist full of his hair and yank it as hard as you can. He’s a little confused at first before you whisper in his ear “Jungwoo. I swear to God I’ll get up and leave you hard right here if you don’t get on with it”.

You don’t have to ask him twice. Jungwoo fucks you like it’s his damn job. The headboard banging against the wall makes you so glad your neighbors moved out last week. The helpless sounds that escape your lips are so embarrassing that your cheeks heat up. But there’s no way you can stop. Your body is responding too strongly. You’re panting, your head is blank. Except for the mindlessly strung together exclamations of ‘yes’ ‘so good’ ‘love you’.

“Love you too, baby I love you too” his thrusts come to a stop so he can lock lips with yours. It’s not pretty. It’s so filthy and shameless it can hardly be called kissing. But your stress is melting away anyways. He takes your legs and wraps them around his waist to push in even deeper. He resumes his onslaught with deep, punctuated thrusts. He’s groaning as if he’s in pain. One of his hands slips down to tease your clit again. This time it’s fast, not gentle. He’s pinching and pulling and rolling it every which way. You’re hitting that upper octave he craves and he takes the opportunity to fuck you into the mattress with his head resting just by your ear. If his actions didn’t get you, the sounds he’s making definitely do. He’s so sooo close to cumming. He wants to fill you up so bad, fuck his cum back in as many times as you wanted him to. But you had to cum first. He has to make you cum first. You’re his ruler, his queen, Her Majesty. And when Her Majesty comes home from work ready to jump his bones he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you scream.

You’re clamping down on his dick as if you’re attempting to hold him in. A singular sweat drop drips from your lover’s chin onto your chest. You can’t even remember what was bothering you so much in the first place. You think you’re yelling a list of expletives but you’re so close you can’t even hear yourself. All you can hear are his strangled groans in your ear and all you can feel are his fingers on your spot and his member filling you. “M’ close Jung- fuck”, he’s got some sense of consciousness to respond, “use me, tell me what you want- how to make you feel good” you’re clawing at his back and flying off the cliff already when he hits a certain angle, “th- right there please god don’t stop”. His huge hand cups your cheek again and he aims directly at that sensitive spot just as you’ve asked him to. “Use me. Shit- use me to get off. I like, god I love it” his abs are so sore from clenching, holding himself back when you finally clamp down on him so hard your head lulls back completely into the mattress. He fucks you through it until he himself snaps and spills his load into your still twitching hole. You’re both breathing as if you’d ran a marathon. Yet you feel strangely lighter than before. Like all your burdens have been lifted. All your responsibilities and fears forgotten.

Chocolate brown eyes flutter open and peer into yours. He’s got a dastardly little smile on his post-coital face.

“Hmm you still seem tense. I think a second round would help”.

[junrenjun]

Pretty

kim jungwoo x monitor engineer!reader (gender neutral)

Jungwoo is frustrated. And his stage manager's annoying voice isn’t helping either. “Jungwoo I said we were going full out. Why are you lip syncing?” Like he would even purposefully be lip syncing right now.

Taeyong, as always, defends him before he can do it himself. “His mic isn’t working sir.” 

The annoyance rolls off their stage manager in waves. “Alright. Y/N can you fix his mic please?” 

He sees you enter the stage from the corner of his eye and oh god, he can already hear Johnny’s taunting. “Don’t cream your pants, Woo.” Why couldn’t someone else be the monitor engineer today? 

Ever the professional, you step up to him and ask, “pack?” He hands you the mic pack with trembling hands. You sit there and inspect it, tweaking the wires and messing with the jacks. Every once in a while, you ask him to test the mic and he dutifully does so. It has yet to work. 

You hum once in discontent. “We’re going to have to take this off.” Without warning, you shove the hand with the pack up his shirt, the other reaching down from the neckline. Now, it really shouldn’t bother Jungwoo. This is a daily occurrence at this point. Monitor engineers, managers, teammates, and even stylists have threaded his mic pack for him. But the fact that it’s you has him blushing.

It must be obvious, because he can hear Haechan’s evil giggle along with some mumbling from what sounds like Mark and Yuta. He really hopes you aren’t paying attention to them. Or him, if he’s being honest. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat shakes him from his stupor. He looks down to see you sticking out your hand, gesturing for something. A blush paints your cheeks as well. You must have heard his group mates. “Can I have your headset please?” you ask, slightly more timid than normal. 

He hands you the item, finding that you’ve already disconnected it and his IEMs from the pack. You take it gingerly and turn on your heel, mumbling something about following you. He doesn’t register the words at first, feet still rooted to the ground. You notice the delay, looking over your shoulder and raising your eyebrows at him. “Cute,” he thinks to himself before finally following. 

Though one of his IEMs is in, he can still hear Haechan’s remark from the other side of the stage. “Be back quick lovebirds!” He looks down to see you wide-eyed, color heavily creeping up your neck. Though your embarrassment is nothing compared to the absolute mortification he feels right now.

Once finally away from everyone else and tucked into your little corner of backstage, he talks. “Sorry about them.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you wave him off. “It was just a little joke.”

Those six words broke his heart right then and there. “Yeah,” he laughs awkwardly. “Just a little joke.” 

He must be absolutely shit at lying because you instantly turn to look at him suspiciously. “Jungwoo,” you say pointedly. “Is there a reason they called us lovebirds?”

His heart drops to his stomach. The look on his face betrays him. “Jungwoo…” you say once more. 

“Okay, okay!” he concedes. “I may or may not have admitted that you were the prettiest staff member when I was really drunk one night.” 

You hum. “Okay, and are your drunk words also sober thoughts?” 

He looks at you, stunned. His mouth hangs open and he’s sure the image is reminiscent of a fish. You simply laugh and turn back toward your work station. “I’m just kidding with you. But I am very flattered, so thank you.” 

You continue to tinker with his mic for a few minutes. He’s left to linger behind you and overthink that entire conversation. While you didn’t directly turn him down, you did very much brush off the “pretty” comment. Oh, Jungwoo is so fucked. Not only did you find out his little secret, but you basically think it’s all a joke. This is going to haunt him forever. 

Before he can wallow in pity any longer, you test the mic. The sound of your voice reverberates across the stadium and you cheer in success. Without any other words, you hand it back to Jungwoo. He rests the headset back on his ears, while you connect the wires to the pack. This time, he holds his breath as you pull on the neck of his shirt. 

Though it seems you have other plans for him. Your other hand snakes up under the hem and you trail your fingertips lightly over his lower stomach. He gasps suddenly. You slowly drag them across his body and up his back. Moving at a torturously slow pace, you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I think you’re pretty too, Woo.” 

Finally, you grab the pack from your other hand at the top of his shirt, bringing it down to secure at the waist. You’re just about to pull away when Yuta’s voice rings out from above. “Hey lovebirds! If you’re going to flirt, turn the mic off next time!” 

Jungwoo is redder than a cherry when he finally makes his way back on stage.

[injvns]

then because she goes - kim jungwoo

wc: 1.0k

notes; inspired by the 1975 song,, i love jungwoo and i love this song and i hope you love this little thing i put together :)

leaving jungwoo's house was always so much harder than getting there.

you came over today with the intention of spending the day with your boyfriend before you both went to a dinner you were invited to at johnny's house. this plan started off going well. 

jungwoo took you to your favorite café and you ate breakfast together while you talked about literally anything that came to mind; you had just seen him yesterday so there wasn't much to update him on. speaking of, leaving his place yesterday had become a whole ordeal, him begging you to stay, but you had to go home so you could at the very least pick up your clothes for today. with how yesterday went, you don't know how you didn't expect something similar to happen today.

the windows are open, a breeze floating its way into the bedroom as the sun goes to rest for the night. the two of you are currently tangled, limbs flowing over one another. you drown in each other.

"i don't think i can ever get up again.." he admits as he turns to face you.

the love in his eyes pours warmth over your body like molten hot lava. saying he looked at you as if you were his whole world would be remiss. he looked at you as if you were the world, ever expanding in greatness and beauty.

"woo, we're supposed to leave half-past eight," you respond, knowing it's a useless reminder "we have to get up soon or we're gonna be late."

"who cares about johnny's stupid dinner? i can describe delicious food to you from right here!"

you laugh at his exclamation, it's a sound that fills jungwoo with great pride, knowing he's the man who gets to draw that happiness out of you every day.

"i can't eat words."

"says who?"

"science, probably."

"forget about science, if we try hard enough i'm sure we can make it happen."

you don't bother to respond with words, the smile you give him says all that needs to be said. he smiles back. the sun has set, your bedside lamp being the only source of 'light', but jungwoo brings a light to the room that could outshine even the brightest of stars.

the kiss you share is just as beautiful as every single one that preceded it, lips meeting to further connect your bodies. it's familiar, and filled with many unspoken i love you's. if jungwoo was light, you are the prism that fractures him, bringing rays of color into his life he had failed to see before.

your lips part from each other, but your bodies don't, foreheads filling the lost touch. you stay like this for a while, words lost to you both. you don't know how much time passes before you can't help but peek behind your boyfriend to check the clock. it reads '7:56'.

"woo, it's getting close to eight." you whisper it like the words are forbidden.

he doesn't respond with actual words, but with a sigh-turned-whine that conveys his feelings perfectly.

"i know baby, i don't want to get up either, believe me." your hand finds its way to the back of his head, running your fingers through the ends of his hair.

"i wish you were ugly, it'd make it so much easier to get away from you that way." he says it so earnestly, you can't help but let out a laugh of disbelief.

"oh my god! are you trying to get me to get up?" you say through laughs.

"i'm just being honest! you are way too pretty for me, pretty."

"you're the prettiest, woo." he shakes his head at you with a smile.

silence envelops the bedroom again.

"are you really gonna get up and leave me?"

"we have to get ready, baby, we should've already started 20 minutes ago."

"i hate johnny."

you huff out a laugh at his ridiculousness.

you sigh, then look at jungwoo. he knows it's time, he frowns.

your legs begin to separate from his, not without protests from your boyfriend.

"this is genuinely the worst thing that's ever happened to me, i hope you know that."

you just give him a look in response.

you pull your arm out from under his head, and finally sit up on the edge of the bed. jungwoo goes silent, but looks at you with his stupid sad puppy dog eyes.

"it had to happen eventually, puppy boy." guilt seeps into your words, but you keep moving to get ready. you stand up, walking to the bathroom, fully leaving jungwoo to his own devices.

dramatic as it may be, his heart wants to cry at the fact that you've left him (gone to the other room). today has really shown jungwoo that he needs to just ask you to move in with him. he takes a good 10 minutes to lay in bed and mope before he starts getting ready himself.

after you both get ready and are preparing to walk out the door, you take one last look in the mirror. jungwoo cranes down to put his head on your shoulder.

"beautiful.." he whispers as he watches you watch yourself.

a shy smile makes its way onto your face. it's a word he says to you a lot, but he always says like he's awestruck. as if the word can't help but escape him, a confession of love that he couldn't keep in.

he spins you around to face him, "just know after today, this will be our house, not mine. i can't stand watching you leave me one more time, pretty."

your shy smile widens into an earnestly happy one, "finally, i was waiting to see how long it would take you."

he looks at you for a second before breaking into a smile, a small laugh leaving him. he doesn't say anything after that, just grabs your hand and leads you out the door.

you know him way too well, and he loves you way too much.

[fruithoughts]

when he misses your face. . .

[i4oba]

nct 127 as… / fanfiction aus!? 🏡…

[take the quiz here to see which one you get!]

✰ TAEYONG — street racer!au

you hated that taeyong’s hobby has never changed: it was rather infuriating how he couldn’t have stopped with those stupid street races which he couldn’t even miss once; you had known lee taeyong ever since from elementary school, and you knew all too well how his biggest dream was to take part in formula 1, but a poor boy, living on the countryside can only dream of achieving such heights, he would never be able to reach that. you don’t even know how the two of you got to befriend each other, it might have been that chemistry project where you two were assigned to work together in that old fashioned “the breakfast club” way on saturdays, as you couldn’t properly behave. you two slowly became good friends, and then… something you weren’t able to describe, it was way too confusing, and growing up you two realised that the period of time when you were together, as a couple, was more than just toxic, pretty much unhealthy. you left him for good finally, leaving behind this mess of a relationship when you got accepted to the university of your dreams, after taking one year off of studies because of whatever reason you foolishly came up with. since taeyong’s name was pretty well known by then in the world of street racing, you knew fully well that he wouldn’t just quit for school which he despised anyways. after breaking up, you left everything unsolved between the two of you, leaving behind the memories as well, trying to make it easier for the both of you, after all. you weren’t mean. but that’s the first word in taeyong’s mind when he spotted you standing there at the track: it seemed as if your face became skinnier, your eyes were teary, hair somewhat shorter than what he was used to. you had changed, he decided, when you took a step closer to his car, which he couldn’t bring himself to change up. but he hadn’t changed in your eyes: he was still that little boy filled with enthusiasm, absolutely crazy for race cars, the taste of speed and you. especially you. “please, be careful” you whispered gently, as he drove away way too fast, as soon as the flag fell down. and then he disappeared in the night, loud and swift.

✰ TAEIL — teacher!au

when you applied for a job at the elementary school of the new town you’d moved to, you made a resolution in mind, learning from previous mistakes: you won’t be so forgiving with your students, you won’t let the parents tell you how to do your job and most importantly, you will NOT fall in love with someone at work ever again (it seemed fatal by then, since you had to leave your previous job because of that). you didn’t have that much of experience as a teacher, your diploma was pretty fresh, gathering dust on the drawer, but you would never let that make you feel less: you were enthusiastic, very thoughtful, as you brought cupcakes for your class, for example! i mean, on the previous night, while decorating the cupcakes with that pinkish icing, you wouldn’t have thought this would be the first step of the chain reaction – you fucked up a few times before when it was time for the first impressions, and let’s be real, that’s exactly what happened on your first day too: you clumsily dropped the whole tray of sweet treats in the entrance of the teacher’s lounge, half of the cupcakes actually ending up on one of your colleagues, who you had tons of gossips going around in the hallways following shortly. and you couldn’t even deny the obvious attraction you felt towards moon taeil, who you fell in love with on the first sight. he was a biology teacher which… well, made place for a few inappropriate biological jokes (well, yeah, sex-ed) coming from the sixth graders, or! the silly theories coming from the youngest of students, telling their parents that you are for sure pregnant (which would’ve made you furious if it wasn’t for their undeniable cuteness).

✰ JOHNNY — high school reunion!au

the first high school reunion of yours was arranged by the student who used to be the council president of your class, who even sent out handmade invitations to everyone, hoping that most of the class would go, not holding grudges against each other anymore, no matter how the bond between everyone of you was pretty much terrible. you were not that big of a persona amongst your peers, you were rather quiet, much like an outcast during your high school years, sometimes addressed with the ominous word “weird”, so you weren’t even planning on going, since you knew very well: no one would bother to notice you being there, or your absence either. it was in the last possible moment when your mother persuaded you finally, after a very big fight between the two of you, offering a ride as well, because (whether it’s a shame or not) you failed your traffic exam once again. focusing on this mainly, you were afraid you would come off as a total loser, as you always fail no matter what. but, after not much of thinking, you decided that you can simply lie, since you live very far away from this dusty little town anyways, no one could actually fact check what’s actually true from what you tell. even on the ride to your old school, you were thinking of false fun facts you could say when someone asks something, telling yourself that it’s not that big of a deal, not that big of a lie – as soon as you stepped into the school itself, though, the damn nostalgia reminded you how much of a loser you had always been. plus, the sight of johnny seo made the situation even worse. your throat felt dry, palm sweaty as your courage left your body slowly, evaporating suddenly, as a fully random girl from your class showed something on his phone to you, laughing loudly in your ear, adding something witty too; you were in love with johnny for a long time, and everyone who got to find this out sooner or later, decided to turn it against you as soon as they got the chance, like those mean, little girls in elementary. you never knew how johnny felt about you, since he never actually told you, or brought it up either, because he was simply understanding. well, in the dimly lit bathroom of the school, pressed against the cold tiles, you knew exactly what he might have felt, kissing you messily, like someone who had been starving. you two were cowards to tell the truth to each other, afraid of making steps forward.

✰ YUTA — rockstar!au

it was pretty much a cliché to hear the “i’m with the band” sentence over and over again, but when you started using it… no one could ever stop you. you were proud that your boyfriend reached his goals and his biggest dream, and every time you saw the ever growing audience at their concerts, a certain, really warm feeling appeared in your chest, slowly filling the whole of your body, which, let’s be real, got to your head a few times. the band had been a thing ever since you were high schoolers, really active ever since the first practice in that musty basement, not too intense back then, but really consistent, persistence paying off in the end, resulting in concerts, albums, and whatnot, including interviews – both of your worlds turned upside down, and nakamoto yuta, as the front man of the group became a star, bringing you with himself everywhere they had to go, like a lucky charm. he felt at ease whenever he could spot you in the crowd, maybe in the first row, dancing and singing along to their songs, or at times when you gave an intense, adrenaline driven kiss on his lips before their performances, rewarding him with something more after… somehow it all worked out, since you two were insanely, madly in love with each other. but how long is this going to be the norm? you’re afraid of guessing.

✰ DOYOUNG — royalty!au

it felt a little chaotic as you spent your time in the spacious library of the palace, dressed in your newly made red velvet dress and a crimson coloured mask on your face, far from the ball room, and even further from the musicians, the aristocrats and young men, ready to ask for your hand in marriage. you were only able to stay for one dance, not having the patience to talk to complete strangers, to dance with heirs you didn’t even know of, and to let them get the best of you, waiting for the right time to use you for their own good. no, you’re not suitable for such things, even if it sounded a little selfish at that moment. it bothered you anyway, that you had to look for The One you could marry – you didn’t want to decide during one night only, whether they could enjoy your company for the rest of their lives, or not. to decide who’s the richer man, you could envision yourself with. you sneaked out in a second, when no one actually paid attention to you anymore. you only found the library purely out of accident, but it was such a pleasant accident since you felt like you were home there. it was quiet, the room filled with the scent of old books, and you were left alone with your own feelings and wandering thoughts. or so you thought at first, until someone stormed inside the library, following you shortly (you wanted to guess how much time you spent there, completely lost in the world of books but you lost your sense of time soon after entering). you didn’t even pay attention to the new guest, you simply continued with the intriguing, dusty book in your hands. the newcomer, however, decided to take a seat right next to you, with his own novel he got from one of the closer shelves. he didn’t say a word, but you could feel the smirk playing on his face, angrily closing your book, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. he didn’t have a mask on, which made you recoil a little, your breath hitching at the sight of such handsome young man, turning the pages of his poem anthology with a smile on his face. his gaze met yours when he looked up, winking at you mischievously. and that funny, unfamiliar feeling you felt at that moment, couldn’t have been described in any of those books laying around, although there was at least a thousand of them. only the boy next to you would be able to do so: kim doyoung, the prince of the kingdom, the heir of the throne.

✰ JAEHYUN — forbidden love!au

you hated hearing the word “forbidden”, although you had heard it several times growing up. you’re not a monarch, you bear no wealth and you basically have nothing else either, but the always so kind and warmhearted heir, jaehyun, couldn’t stop spending his precious time with you, since he enjoyed your company to the extent that you were ashamed of it. you had been selling flowers on the street ever since you were a little girl, mind filled with dreams and false hope. jaehyun always made you feel important, never getting in your way of achieving what you’d always been dreaming of. he was always following your steps, much like the shadow of you, not wanting to leave you any time soon. you could’ve thought it was because of the close friendship between the two of you, and you had always been a little oblivious of recognizing such hidden signs. you let him hug you, smile the brightest whenever he looks at you, and you let him waste your time which you were keen on sacrificing for him, not once hesitating whether what you’re doing is right or not. maybe it was a waste of time to spend your time at the flower field together, smelling the sweet scent of flowers, gazing at the sky endlessly. the stupid feelings were so blind and deaf, they couldn’t hear the obvious alarms of “forbidden” being shouted time to time – when he kissed you for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty. you deserved that. guilt only arrived when it was too late already.

✰ JUNGWOO — fake dating!au

you were actually serious about that contract and the paperwork, as an all too practical person you had always been, but jungwoo shook his head, declining your offer every time, saying how stupid it actually was… since you two are friends, right, and this is a one time only thing. it’s just one night, where you can surprise your family, to let them know that you’re not suffering from relationship problems or anything. you got bored of them always bringing it up, and jungwoo had enough of hearing you complaining about it, so he came up with this whole “fake dating” idea. you weren’t too optimistic, especially since your whole family knew about him, which could make you both seem a little suspicious. he calmed you down, though, telling you that you’re just paranoid, and you can say, after a good two or three months, that you two broke up through tears. little did jungwoo know, that you were afraid of a different thing… which involves the feeling of love you had been feeling towards him for years. you didn’t want to let him know about this silly crush you had on him, but you clearly knew that this night will change everything, as you two will have to act like a real couple for the whole night, and you weren’t sure whether you would be able to leave it all behind, once you get used to it. selfish or not, you were afraid that after a night where you two have to hold each other’s hand, kiss each other here and there (in the name of pure acting), you won’t be able to resist the confession. well, it’s such a rookie mistake to forget about the reason why jungwoo offered this whole thing, right?

✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love – you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?