#sub! jungwon

[lucidwntrr]

양정원 ───〃 BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK

“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.”

── synopsis: a request !! (Please do a sub jungwon fic, I NEEEEDDDDDD it 🙏🏼)

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!jungwon x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 2k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: needy jungwon, dry humping, sweaty & hot, noona kink (he would definitely have one), he calls you noona excessively, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), 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.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[heeluvv]

˗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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[theyluvangel]

Sub!Kpop twt links

A/n: I’m alive and I’m aware &team is Jpop, but I added it anyways

Treating Jaehyun like the puppy he is (BND)

Anal play with dressed up Zhang Hao (ZB1)

Overstimulating Xiaojun (NCT)

Giving Anton a handjob (Riize)

Tied up and overstimulated Dino (SVT)

Changbin fucking himself in the shower (Skz)

Sensitive Mingyu (SVT)

Harua can’t handle the overstimulation (&team)

What Jungkooks actually doing in the military (BTS)

Mark cumming in his underwear (NCT)

Spanking Mingi while his dicks in between your legs (Ateez)

The videos Jisung sends to you during the day (Skz)

Jungwon when you’re not there to help him (enha)

Another a/n: Let me know if you guys want to see more nsfw links!

[lululoveyy]

ab riding with sunghoon/jake/jungwon, you choose the member 😊

omg yessss, i chose jungwon, since i haven’t written for him, i hope that’s alright, enjoy💕💕

part 2

m. list

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: y. jungwon x reader

ᡣ𐭩 genre: smut

ᡣ𐭩 tw: ab riding, begging, wrist pinning

you’re in bed with him, the blankets kicked down around your legs, bodies tangled up in warmth and skin. jungwon’s shirtless, stretched out beneath you, flushed and soft and already breathing a little too fast.

you’re sitting on top of him, your thighs snug around his waist, just in panties and one of his shirts and it hangs off one shoulder like you planned it that way. you didn’t. you just knew he’d look at you like this. wide-eyed, helpless. and he does.

your lips have been lazily pressing kisses all over his face. his cheeks, his nose, his jaw. kisses that are sweet and slow and warm, but not quite enough. not for how hard he is under you. not for how much he’s already squirming.

“baby,” he says softly, breath shaky. “please. you’re— you’re literally driving me crazy.”

you giggle against his skin, nuzzle into his cheek like you don’t know what you’re doing. but you do.

then you sit up, slow, and shift, scooting up until you’re straddling his abs, letting the soft drag of your panties glide over the tense muscles of his stomach. and then you grind. just once. slow, deliberate.

his hands twitch at your hips.

“fuck,” he breathes. “wait, wait, don’t— i mean, no, do, but— oh my god.” he rambles.

you tilt your head, already rolling your hips again, slowly. you watch the way his jaw drops, how his eyes flutter closed for half a second before snapping open again, needy and desperate.

“please,” he says. “please, just— lower. sit on my cock. there. please”

you laugh softly, catching his wrists and lacing your fingers through his. pinning them above his head on the pillow.

he stares up at you, panting. “you’re evil.”

“and you love it.”

he whines, hips jerking just barely upward, trying to chase any friction.

“baby,” he whispers. “please. i wanna feel you. i wanna be inside you. don’t tease me anymore, please”

you dip your head down until your lips are just brushing his, but you don’t kiss him.

“you want me to grind on your cock, hmm?”

“yes. yes. please.”

you smile against his mouth. “but you look so pretty like this. desperate. needy. so soft.” you tease.

he lets out this broken, breathy noise that makes you grin wider.

“you gonna beg some more for me, pretty boy?”

he nods. immediately. eyes wide, hands twitching under yours.

“i’ll beg all night if you want. just— just do it. please.”

you kiss him then. finally. slow and deep, hips still moving, dragging over his abs while his cock strains uselessly beneath the fabric of his boxers.

he’s trembling. and you’re not done teasing him yet.

you just keep grinding. slow, steady, dragging your soaked panties across the hard lines of his abs, right above where he wants you. your hands are still holding his wrists down, and his eyes are wide, blown out, watching you like he’s on the edge of something dangerous.

and he is.

your breath hitches as the friction builds, that sweet ache curling low in your stomach. you can feel how soaked you are now, the wet fabric sticking between your legs, the slick mess starting to smear across his skin with every roll of your hips.

jungwon lets out a shaky moan. "fuck."

his hips twitch uselessly under you, still pinned, still untouched. his cock is straining in his boxers, flushed and hard, and you haven’t even gone near it.

“please,” he whispers. “please, you’re— fuck, you’re so wet. i can feel it. baby, i can feel it—”

you whimper a little, not even meaning to, grinding a little faster now. you’re so close. your legs are shaking.

jungwon’s watching every second of it like he’s hypnotized. his lips are parted, neck flushed, abs twitching under the mess you’re making.

“you’re gonna cum?” he asks, breathless. like he can’t believe it. like it’s happening to him.

“yeah,” you whisper. “gonna cum just like this. on you.”

he lets out a full whine. head tilted back. “please, baby, please, it’s not fair. i wanna be inside— let me feel you“

but you’re already there. your body tenses, hips stuttering forward as your orgasm hits, slow and deep. your thighs squeeze around his waist, breath catching as you grind through it— right on his abs, dragging your slick mess over the hot skin of his stomach. your panties are soaked. he can feel everything.

you ride it out with a soft gasp, body trembling, clenching around nothing, and he moans with you— high, desperate, like he’s the one coming.

“oh my god,” he chokes. “you— you came on me. fuck, you’re insane— you’re so—”

you lean over him again, body still twitching, and press a soft kiss to his jaw.

he’s still whining under you, so hard he’s shaking. “please,” he whispers. “please go lower. please. it hurts, baby, i need you so bad, please”

- lulu

[starsenha]

JUST THIS ONCE / P.J

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x dom!bf!jay

Genre ◊ SMUT, established relationship, fluff at the end

Warnings ◊ SMUT (minors dni), cursing, neck kisses, marking, petnames (baby, doll, good girl...), rough sex, jay ripped reader's dress, reader wears lingerie, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do it), posessive!jay??, spanking, praising, multiple orgasms, aftercare, jay proposes to reader at the end

Word count ◊ 3k

Summary ◊ it was your third anniversary with your boyfriend and he had planned to take you to a nice fancy restaurant to celebrate, but he kinda changed his plans when he saw you in your dress.

a/n: thank you anon for making this request! not proofread, enjoy!

Your apartment was relatively quiet, except for the soft music playing in the background, blending with the faint scent of lavender from the candles you had lit earlier. It was your third anniversary with Jay, and the excitement was palpable. You stood in front of the mirror, meticulously putting on the final touches of your makeup. The soft light from the vanity highlighted your features, making you glow even more than usual.

Jay had been your rock for the past three years. His love for you was unwavering, and it showed in every little thing he did. Tonight, he planned a special dinner to celebrate your relationship, and you were both eagerly looking forward to it.

As you picked up your favorite pair of earrings, you heard the soft creak of the bedroom door. Glancing in the mirror, you saw Jay standing in the doorway, a tender smile playing on his lips. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he took in the sight of you.

"You look absolutely stunning," he said, his voice filled with awe.

You chuckled softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "You say that every single day, you know."

"Because it's the truth." Jay stepped into the room, his gaze never leaving you. "I'm serious, every time I see you, it's like I'm falling in love all over again."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words. You turned back to the mirror, slipping on your earrings. As you did, Jay walked up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist. His hands rested on your hips, and he pulled you gently against him.

"Are you trying to distract me?" you teased, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Maybe," he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk as he pressed a kiss to your neck. "I just can't help it. You look incredible, baby."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sensation of his lips on your skin. His touch was electric, sending waves of warmth through your body. You leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. He started with gentle pecks, then his kisses became more open-mouthed, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You knew how sensitive you were there, and Jay knew it too. He was taking full advantage.

“Jong,” you breathed out, trying to keep your composure as a wave of heat coursed through you. “We have reservations. We can’t be late.”

His hands began to wander, one sliding up to your shoulder to gently tug at the strap of your dress. The silky fabric slipped down, exposing more of your skin to his eager mouth. His other hand pressed against your stomach, holding you firmly in place.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” he whispered against your neck, his voice low and husky. “You look so fucking good in that dress. I can’t help myself.”

You tried to protest, but your words came out weak and breathy. “We really should—”

He turned you around to face him, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re hungry, I get it. But I need you right now, more than anything.”

His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepened, and you could feel his need for you in every movement, every touch.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless. He looked at you with a cocky, playful grin. “I’ll cook something for you later, i promise, and I'll reschedule the reservation. Right now, I need you.”

You bit your lip, torn between your hunger and the intense desire building within you. “Jay, we really should go to dinner…”

He cut you off with another kiss, his hands roaming your body with a possessive intensity. “You’re enjoying this, don’t lie,” he said against your lips, his voice a teasing growl.

You couldn’t deny it. The way he was touching you, the way he was making you feel, it was intoxicating. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he was doing it with expert precision.

“Just a little longer,” he murmured, his lips moving back to your neck. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

His hands slipped under your dress, and you felt your resolve weakening. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You knew you should insist on leaving, but in that moment, all you wanted was him.

“Jay…” you whispered, your voice a mix of need and surrender.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. “I love you,” he said softly, his hands still exploring. “And I need you right now, baby. Please.”

You gave in, your hands threading through his hair as you pulled him closer. “Okay,” you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest. “But just this once.”

He grinned. “That’s my good little girl.”

The moment those words left his mouth, something shifted in him. His eyes darkened and he captured your mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. There was no gentleness anymore, only raw passion His hands gripped your hips, pulling you tightly against him as his tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you completely.

His lips quickly found your neck for the third time that night, but this time, he was much more insistent. He nipped and sucked at your skin, parking you with dark bruises. He loved marking you, reminding everyone you were his and his only. Each hickeys sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making the wetness between your legs even more prominent.

With a rough yank, he tore the dress apart, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room. "My dress!" you exclaimed as you stared at him in shock.

He only smirked, his eyes boring into yours. "I'll buy you another one doll, don't worry," he said casually, a little too casually. You were left standing in your favorite set of lingerie, the white lace set you knew drove him completely wild everytime you wore it. His eyes raked over you, taking in every detail, and he chuckled darkly. "Look at you, wearing my favorite set. What a naughty girl. Did you plan this, or are you just that fucking desperate for me?"

You felt your cheeks burn at his words, and you felt your white panties getting completely drenched. As you didn't respond, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Answer me, doll. Did you dress like that because you wanted me to ruin you?"

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't... I mean, I..."

He laughed soflty, his grip on your chine tightening. "You did, didn't you? You wanted this. You wanted me to take you. Well congratulations, sweetheart. You're getting exactly what you wanted."

His free hand moved to your back, unclapsing your bra with practiced ease. he tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving yours. "On the bed."

You didn't hesitate. You moved to the bed, your legs already weak. You could feel his eyes following your every move. As he hovered over you, you felt a shiver down your spine. Your hands went to the buttons of his white button-up, fumbling slightly in your haste. You needed to feel his skin against yours, to touch the toned muscles you had come to love so much. As you pushed the fabric off his shoulders, your breath hitched. His torso was a work of art—toned, tan, and undeniably sexy. Even after three years, the sight of him like this made your mouth water.

Jay noticed your reaction and smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. “You like what you see, don’t you?” he teased, his voice a low growl.

You bit your lip, unable to tear your gaze away from his chest. “You know I do,” you whispered.

His smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Good, because you’re mine.”

He didn’t wait for a response. His hands were already on you, rough and demanding. One hand slipped between your legs, parting your thighs, while the other cupped your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple through the thin fabric of your lingerie. The dual sensations made you arch your back, a moan escaping your lips.

His hand slipped underneath your panties, hissing once he felt how wet you were. His index parted your lips before he slid it into your wetness, thrusting it roughly inside you. Your back arched, and he slid his middle finger almost immediately. The sudden invasion made you cry out, a choked moan leaving your lips, your body already trembling. He set a relentless pace, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck. "You like being treated like this, babygirl? You like it when I'm rough like that, mmh?"

"Y-Yes, fuck," you moaned, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. "Please, don't stop."

His lips curled into a satisfied smile against your skin. “Good girl. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

You could only nod, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. His thumb found your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Your breath hitched, and you felt the world around you start to blur.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see you when you come.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between you was electric, and it pushed you over the edge. With a cry, you came hard, your body convulsing around his fingers. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming you completely.

Jay watched you the entire time, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He slowed his movements, drawing out your orgasm until you were left panting and trembling beneath him.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said softly, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “And you taste incredible.”

You were still catching your breath, your body buzzing with aftershocks. He quickly undid his pants, tugging them off along with his boxers, his cock freed from their confines as it slapped against his tan stomach, red and ready, precum leaking from the tip. The sight made your mouth watered and you could feel yourself leaking.

“I need to be inside you, doll” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. He positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against your wetness. “I can't wait any longer.”

Without another word, he thrust into you, hard and deep. The sudden fullness made you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. Jay set a relentless pace, each thrust rough and demanding. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him with every movement.

“Fuck, you feel so good, that pussy was made for me, sh-shit” he groaned, his voice ragged. “So tight, so perfect. You're mine, do you hear me?”

“Yes, jong, fuck,” you gasped, your body trembling with the intensity of his thrusts. “I'm yours. Always yours.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re going to cum for me again. I’m not stopping until you do.”

He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, building rapidly. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing it with firm, precise strokes. You were still so sensitive from your earlier orgasm, it didn't take a lot of time for that familiar coil in your lower stomach to form.

“I'm-I'm gonna c-cum,” you cried out, your voice desperate.

“Cum for me, babygirl” he demanded, his thrusts growing even rougher.

You obeyed, your body shattering with pleasure. Your scream filled the room as you came hard around him, your muscles clenching tight. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, pushing you through your orgasm and into another one quickly. He knew your body too well, and he knew exactly what buttons to push to make you fall apart on his cock.

“That's it, scream for me,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

He flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so he could take you from behind. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He spanked you lightly, his hand leaving a stinging imprint on your skin.

“You're my little fucktoy, aren't you?” he taunted, his voice rough and filthy.

“Fuck yeah” you panted, barely able to form words.

He spanked you again, harder this time. “Good girl. Now cum for me again.”

You didn’t think it was possible, but the combination of his rough thrusts and dirty words sent you over the edge once more. You came hard, your body convulsing with the force of it. Jay groaned in pleasure, but he still didn’t stop.

He pulled out and flipped you onto your back again, his eyes wild with lust. “I want to see your face when you cum.”

He entered you again, thrusting hard and fast. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His hands were everywhere, touching, gripping, claiming you. The intensity of it all was overwhelming, but you loved every second.

“Jay, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate plea.

“Please what?” he taunted, his thrusts never slowing. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come again,” you cried, tears of pleasure streaming down your face. “Please, Jay, make me come again.”

“That's my good fucking girl,” he murmured, his thumb finding your clit once more. “Come for me one more time.”

You screamed as your body obeyed, the orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you breathless. Jay watched you the entire time, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his movements grew erratic. He was close, and the thought of him finding his release pushed you even higher. With a final, deep thrust, he groaned loudly, his body tensing as he came inside you. The sensation of his cum painting your walls white sent a final wave of pleasure through you, and you moaned softly, your body completely spent.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms. Both of you were panting, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Jay pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice softening. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, a tired but content smile on your lips. “Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit sore.”

Jay chuckled softly, his eyes filled with love and concern. “Let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable, okay?”

He carefully helped you sit up and led you to the bathroom. He turned on the warm water, filling the bathtub while you leaned against him, feeling the comforting strength of his presence. Once the tub was ready, he gently helped you into the warm water, the heat easing the soreness from your muscles.

Jay kneeled beside the tub, his hands moving to wash you with slow, soothing strokes. “Even like that, you're so beautiful,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for his care.

After the bath, he wrapped you in a fluffy towel and carried you back to the bed. He dressed you in one of his soft t-shirts, the fabric warm and comforting against your skin. He made sure you were comfortable, tucking you in with a gentle kiss.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water and some painkillers. “Here, this should help.”

You took the pills, sipping the water as he settled beside you. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. The tenderness in his voice and the warmth of his embrace made you feel cherished and loved.

After a while, Jay shifted slightly, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a small black velvet box and looked at you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“I was going to give this to you at the restaurant,” he said, his voice a bit shaky. “But since we’re staying home, and you’re all sore, I figured now is the perfect time.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he opened the box, revealing an exquisite ring. The center stone was a stunning diamond, surrounded by smaller, sparkling gems. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and you could see the care and thought that had gone into choosing it.

“Seongie…” you breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

He took the ring from the box and held it up, his eyes meeting yours with a serious, loving gaze. “You mean everything to me. These past three years have been the best of my life, and I want to spend the rest of it with you. Will you marry me?”

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you nodded, tears streaming down your face. “Oh my God, Jay, of course I will!”

A wide smile broke across his face as he slipped the ring onto your finger. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he said, pulling you into a deep, loving kiss.

As you snuggled into his arms, admiring the ring on your finger, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. Despite the soreness and the change in plans, this moment was perfect. Jay had taken care of you, showed you his love in every possible way, and now he had promised you forever.

“I know it’s a bit extravagant,” he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. “But I wanted you to have something that reflects how much you mean to me, baby.”

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. “And I can’t wait to spend it with you, my love. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary,” you whispered back, feeling a sense of contentment and joy that you knew would last a lifetime.

[makeitworse]

WITH OR WITHOUT YOU.

⚝ f!reader x jungwon. handjob. humping. begging. he’s actually pathetic. very short. very self indulgent. barely any plot tbfh i just #needthat. 18+

the words tumble from jungwon’s mouth in a breathy plea before he can even think them through.

“please, let me fuck you,”

fuck you, in this state?

you’ve had him pressed against the bathroom counter for all of five minutes now, only palming him through the fabric of his pants for most of that before he begged you to really touch him.

jungwon’s just as surprised as you are that he didn’t explode on the spot when your fingers wrapped around him. and when your wrist twisted up, your teeth sank into his neck— it hasn’t been any easier trying not to.

what little mental strength he had left was channeled into trying not to finish embarrassingly fast; as if the heinous noises you were pulling from his mouth hadn’t already crushed his last shred of dignity.

jungwon’s hands moved with minds of their own, gliding all over the curves of your body like he was trying to memorise it. he’d been shamelessly bucking up into your fist, lip tight between his teeth, tip leaking with way too much cum to be considered pre.

the man hadn’t even slipped a finger into you yet, and now he had the audacity to ask to fuck you? you have to wonder where he got so entitled. or maybe clueless is the word.

with how he’d spend day after day lurking around you like a shadow in your own house, practically undressing his best friend’s sister with just his eyes— you’d think he’d already have it well thought out. what he’d do if he got the chance.

i mean surely he’s thoroughly envisioned the encounter from start to finish, with a helping hand wrapped around himself and your instagram loaded up on his phone.

so why was he acting like he was some bitch in heat?

you thought you’d help him out. charity work, you know. not in the way that he’s not cute— he’s fucking gorgeous— but because he looked like he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he got a boner.

and that wasn’t far from the truth. the first time you pulled jungwon into a kiss, around the corner and out of sight of your brother, he just stood there gawking at you like you turned him into stone.

it’s funny how these things turn out. that kiss was about a week ago, and the tension had only snowballed.

so now you’re in the bathroom with jungwon, making-out like animals while he fucks into your fist.

you didn’t intend to even touch him. but god, when he pulled you into a kiss like you’re the air he breathes, dick already painfully hard as it dug into your thigh, his pretty moans vibrating on your tongue— you just couldn’t say no.

but now you’re thinking he’s been far too spoiled.

hands fumbling with the flesh of your ass, mouth clumsy as he chased kisses from your face, pelvis stuttering as he bucked into your hand— he’d moaned that he wanted to fuck you. and you don’t say anything at first, don’t let it break your rhythm as you keep your eyes focused on jerking him. but then he’s whining, like he might just cry if you don’t look at him right now.

“let me, please, even just the tip, god fuck—”

the pace of your hand slowed, agonisingly slow, stopping at his tip to give a firm squeeze. jungwon’s whole body shudders in response, and you just scoff.

“jungwon, you can’t actually think you’d last.”

your thumb glides over his frenulum, and a choked out sob from jungwon is just your point proven.

“wanna make you feel good too, please,”

you laugh. laugh at him. and he’s looking at you, so doe-eyed and sincere, so eager to impress you.

“don’t wanna cum without you,” he mumbles, chin jutting forward to catch yours lips with his.

the kiss is over as soon as it starts, jungwon’s face twisting with a moan as your hand rides over his tip with deliberately tight strokes.

“you’re basically already there.” you press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, a sweet contrast to the mess you’ve made of him— hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, body all flushed pink.

jungwon’s fingers curl around the hem of your shorts, trying his goddamn hardest to pull them down in between your ruthless strokes of his dick. he’s determined, you’ll give him that.

“how you gonna do that, huh?” you coo, pressing your forehead to his as you clench your fist impossibly tighter. his lashes flutter, breath stuttering. “you can’t even look me in the eye.”

stubborn, his fingers find their way to your bare tummy, creeping down below your waistband.

at this rate, one whiff of your pussy and he’ll cum on the spot. there’s no use trying now. but hey, you’ll acknowledge his efforts.

your palm slides over his greedy hand, yanking it down beneath the layers— and when his fingers brush your cunt, soaked from the sight of him, jungwon’s gone.

trembling, borderline sobbing; you try to muffle his moans with a kiss to little avail. hot spurts of cum coat your knuckles, but you keep going at it until he damn near bites your tongue off from the sensitivity.

pulling back and finally allowing him a breather, you take in your work: jungwon clinging onto you like a lifeline, chest heaving like he scaled a fucking mountain, skin glistening with sweat— all because you moved your hand up and down on his dick. the was same guy begging to be inside you.

you laugh, and he hums lazily as you press a kiss to his temple.

“you don’t know how to handle all this.”

he cracks open an eye. “it’d be the best thirty seconds of your life.”

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a/n: i literally don’t even know if i’ll write for enhypen i just think jungwon is fine shyt

[kittysarchive]

Round two, Enhypen

poll winner!

warnings- smut, begging, second round, cuming inside, tired reader, needy enhypen, kinda safe sex? (in jungwons), ot6, lmk if i missed anything :)

Heeseung

Pulling out of your pussy, his cum seeped out along with his cock. Slightly hard and still not satisfied, Heeseung needed a second round.

"Please..." Heeseung whispers, bambi eyes showing as his cocks becomes harder by the second. Cathcing your breath, you wanted what a second round, but you still wanted to hear him beg.

"I dont think I can" You lie, sinking your head into the pillow behind you. Heeseung goes quiet, trying to think of ways to get you to say yes.

"You can just be my pillow princess yeah? Just let me fuck your pussy again" Heeseung gets closer to you, trying to look into your eyes. With is cock throbbing, he begs you once more.

"Please baby, I'll make you cum again" You nod your head, allowing Heeeung to re enter your pussy which was filled with his cum.

"Thankyou, thankyou" He mutters, pushing his cock into your warm pussy, ready to fill you up once more.

Jay

"No no no...shit" Jay curses as he fills your pussy with his cum. His cheeks show a small blush of embarrassment for cuming to early.

"Please baby...one more round" Jay breaths out, stroking his soft cock, waiting for it to become hard again.

"if you make me cum again" You say with a smirk, hoping Jay takes he challenge.

Jake

Mouth wrapped around his cock, you had only been sucking him off for a few minutes before he filled your throat with his cum. Taking his cock out of your mouth, Jake curses above you.

"Shit....shit.....Again baby? I thought I'd last longer to fuck your pussy" Jake whines above you, fist fucking his cock in hopes of becoming hard again.

Getting off your knees you nod your head, you really wanted him to fuck your pussy.

Sunghoon

"Oh come on" Sunghoon groans. Having taken his cock quickly out of your pussy, he hadn't expected to actually cum on your stomach. He was still full of energy, he needed another round.

"Can you take another round?" Sunghoon asks, hoping for a yes. Staying quiet, you were already out of your energy.

"I'll go slow yeah? You can even try to sleep" Sunghoon is desperate, finding ways you can enjoy the second round. Trying to hold back your laugh you nod your head.

"Stick to your promise" Tired and sore body, you didn't want to wake up to more bruises. Sunghoon nods his head fast as enters your wet pussy.

Sunoo

"No no no" Sunoo throws his head back onto the pillow behind him. While you were riding him, he lost control and came inside you.

"Please....can I go again?" Sunoo begs, sitting up. You hop off his cock, not wanting to ride him again, you were to tired, you used all your energy to make him cum....but he wasn't satisfied.

"I'll....I'll fuck you yeah? You just lie down" Sunoo gets on top of you, but waits for your answer.

"Go ahead" You reply, feeling your pussy become wet again.

Jungwon

"W-what?" Jungwon was at a lost for words. Cock still throbbing in your pussy, but he feels his cum seeping out. Your chest was heaving up and down, there was a slim chance you could go again. Reaching over you, Jungwon grabs a condom, ready to pull it over his cock.

"Can I go again? I won't cum inside you?" You weekly nod your head.

"Y/N?" Jungwon waits for you to verbally confirm.

"Yeah....go ahead" You sigh. Although you were tired, you still wanted another round, you still wanted to cum and you still wanted to fill his cock inside you.

[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.”

[intromortal]

mtl enha legal line to be hard dom? :3

⚠︎ smut. hard dom stuff, talks of edging, dacryphilia, bondage, super brief mention of omo, marking, overstim, impact play

HEESEUNG can be a hard dom but i mostly see him as a tease! he's mean in the sense that he makes you WORK for it. imagine riding him, struggling to bounce up and down on him while he just lays back against the headboard with that lazy smirk of his, enjoying the view of your ass jiggling with every bounce. he's not just like this when punishing you, i can see him getting turned on by your struggle (and tears). he'd whisper little encouragements, but they sound sooo condescending because he's not moving an inch! if you wanna cum you better put in the work. also i KNOW he's mean when you're sucking him off, bucking his hips into your mouth just to make you gag and then laughing at you when you do ohhh he's a menace.

JUNGWON, much like heeseung, is a complete tease. i think of him as really into marking and claiming all there is to claim. you def have to wear a turtleneck after you two fuck it's like he goes rabid. also into anal, will absolutely pound into your tight little hole while ignoring your clit (whether it's ass or pussy, nothing changes, he's still ignoring that poor bundle of nerves just to hear you beg) don't yell at me but: omo.

unpopular opinion, but i think SUNOO can be a pretty mean. i hc him as a switch, but i also hc him to be into both giving and receiving pain, so when he's a dom, he's extra mean. he has a crazy stash of sex toys somewhere just ready to use on you!! both a brat and a brat tamer, i can picture him hitting your ass with a whip while edging the fuck out of you. also really into dacryphilia. i'm just the messenger tho don't shoot me

JAKE is not higher simply because i don't think it's fully intentional when he's being harsh. you feel sooo good he just can't help himself! he'll bend you in the most uncomfortable positions and take and take and keep taking from you because he can't stop!! he's dizzy with pleasure and gets pussy drunk sooo easily he doesn't even notice how much he's manhandling you and how many times you've already come around him. he just keeps giving you more even when pleasure blurs into pain and at the same time he's babbling the most incoherent praises.

bottom two are interchangeable but for the sake of ranking i'd put JAY over hoon because while i think of him as mostly a soft dom, he's got a bit of brat taming in him. when you misbehave, he can he so strict which is why he's not last. really into pussy slapping as a punishment, and this man is patient, so expect to be edged until you can barely even register any word coming out if his mouth. bomb aftercare tho!

my loverboy SUNGHOON is last because i'm a firm believer in soft dom!hoon <3 he just wants to praise and take care of you at all times, it's truly what gets him going. literally cannot cum unless he sees you fall apart because of him first. i will say though, he lives to please you. so if you brought up wanting him to be harsher with you in bed he would 100% do it without question, anything for his girl. also i sooo see him with a bondage kink, but i think he's mostly playful in bed. oh to have sunghoon make love to me😞

[venusentranced]

GAME OVER

˖˙⟡ jungwon is mischievous and likes to make fun of you in front of your friends, but he'll never complain when you put him in his place. ⟢ genre/warnings: established relationship! f!dom!reader & sub!jungwon, sadomasochism, mild impact play, a bit of degradation and a lot of praise, edging & overstimulation as well as ruined orgasms, cumming untouched, use of a vibrator (jungwon receiving), hand job (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), jungwon cries, use of "miss" and "ma'am" as titles as well as use "noona," after care! word count: aprox. 2.1k ‧₊˚ ┊i got two requests for punishing jungwon (1, 2, thank you both) so i combined them to created a more flushed out and compete fic instead of just drabbles, i hope you enjoy! this is proofread but pretty loosely <3

the living room erupts with a mixture of cheers and groans, the endless rotation of passing controllers around in a pass-and-play fashion as the large group cycles through playing against each other in mario kart. "you're terrible at this!" jungwon shouts, pushing you to the side as he gloats in his victory over you. "she's so bad at this!" the group laughs, light taps being placed on you as they share in the delight of your loss. you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, passing the controller along to someone else; your phone sits on your knee as you begin to tap through it in order to pass the time. "looking up how to play?" his voice full of a teasing tone, you pay him no mind and continue on with what you're doing. jungwon continues to poke fun at you for losing the round, only made worse when you lose again to jay instead. "maybe you are bad." jay joins in the fun of pulling your leg, and as the game night comes to a close, your patience wears thin with jungwon. the constant mockery of your ability to play whatever is on is nearing your last nerve; you're bad at mario kart. "do you spend all your free time playing this?" you're too good at mortal kombat. you take ahold of his arm and bring his ear close to you, "act right." you whisper, your tone clearly irritated, and in response, he mumbles out a short "sorry."

the bedroom is lit by the lamps on either side of the space, bathing your stature in a warm hue. "sorry doesn't cut it." your arms are folded over your chest as you stare down at the boy before you, his hands folded into his lap, and he doesn't retaliate against you. "i'm sorry, noona." he repeats, "you're going to prove you're sorry after you've learned your lesson." jungwon nods complacently to your demands; he'll do anything to prove he's sorry, even though you both know he'll do it again and you'll be right back here. you place your hand against his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his skin; he leans into your palm before you strike it against his face. "what do you say?" he blinks up at you, "yes, ma'am."

his body is flush against the mattress as you loom over him, your hair dangles in his face, and his breath is ragged. there's a quiet buzzing sound echoing throughout the room; the black silicone bullet is pressed harshly against his tip. the way you're looking at him makes him dizzy; he can handle the vibrator, but your sharp glare is what's making this hard. a choked moan leaves his mouth; his arms are held above his head—they're unbound, but they stay in place to show his obedience, his palms open and close on each other in an attempt to keep himself together. you leave a slap on his thigh when he starts to squirm, leading him to whimper, "you're so pathetic." and to that he whines. "you get off on me being mean to you, act out just so i'll be rough with you; you're not slick." he shakes his head fervently. "no, i promise." another slap lands on his thigh. "mm-mm.. i'm good; i'll be good." you slowly trail the bullet down and back up his length, "i'm sure you will." you tease.

jungwon is wet. he's leaking from his tip, managing to run all along his shaft and all across his tip. he doesn't know what's more arousing, the vibrator against him or the red handprints that litter his thighs. "i'm gonna cum." his voice is very quiet, almost as if he doesn't want you to hear him so he can get away with it. you remove the toy from him and watch as his face falls and his eyes screw shut at the loss of feeling. he doesn't say a word; he just waits for it to pass. you grab ahold of his face, "use your manners." your voice is laced with faux spite, but it works every time. pushing his face away and returning to tease him with the vibrations, immediately jungwon lets out a moan at the sensation. he always sounded so good when he was edged, brought close to the edge just to be brought away from it. he says something entirely incoherent, taking his hands from above him to wipe the sweat from his face and move his hair from his face.

jungwon is hot. his body is flushed a pale red; he wants to come so badly, but he knows he has to earn it first. "i'm close..." he warns, watching you intently as you stay perfectly still. "please," he begins. you say nothing, continuing to hold eye contact, and his face starts to slowly fall into an "o" shape as he rapidly approaches climax. right before he can dip off into bliss, you rip him back to reality. "i'm a good boy..." his eyes fill with tears that spill over almost as soon as they appear. "i'm sorry, miss." the pathetic cries that come out of him really show how sorry he is. unfortunately though, you're not done. "it's okay, baby," you soothe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'll let you cum." his face lights up despite the tears that continue to roll down his cheeks; deep down, jungwon knows it's not that easy, but he can't think straight.

you use your hand instead, making your way up and down, a tight grip on his dick, and he can't wait to be told to cum. he's still crying, but the whimpers and moans drown out the faint cries. "please, can i cum?" he finally asks, "not yet, just hold on a little longer." your voice is so soft and smooth, it sounds like silk. jungwon nods and presses his head harder against the bed, closing his eyes to focus on anything and everything but the way your hand feels. the lewd sound of you stroking him with his own arousal is entirely distracting, but he keeps trying anyway. you squeeze harder and move a little fast, twisting your wrist as you go, and it doesn't take long before he really can't hold it. "please, i'm so close." you hum to him, allowing him to hit the rush of his orgasm, and at the first sign it was beginning, you tore your hand away. the sound he made was a mix of pleasure and complete disappointment, white streaks covering his torso and pouring down his head to pool on the skin below. he knows he deserves to have it ruined, but that doesn't mean he wanted it. his eyes spill tears. "you're doing such a good job," you tell him, pressing a kiss into his temple right as you take ahold of him again.

there's no missing the way he gasped; you would've thought he took in all the air the room had. you waste no time spreading his cum against him and begin to stroke him once again; closed-mouthed whimpers escape jungwon. it hurts, but he likes it; he likes the dull ache that runs through him when you torture him. "noona..." a whine rips through him. "hm?" he shakes his head, whispering out a rushed "nothing." the slick sound of your hand moving up and down mixed with jungwon's hushed writhing creates a pornographic scene. amidst the noise, you hear a faint fic as tears continue to run down his face; you wordlessly wipe his tears and place a chaste kiss against his lips. the pleasure of your fingertips makes jungwon feel fuzzy; he mewls aimlessly in an attempt to hold onto at least some sense of composure. he wants to please you.

"i'm going to cum," he murmurs, reaching out to take ahold of your wrist. his grip is weak, and it seems more like he's just trying to get more contact with you than anything else. "you can cum, love." your pace quickens, and the boy beneath you lets out a broken moan, his hand falling off you almost immediately. you push him through his orgasm; it's much weaker than it would usually be, but there is only ruining his previous orgasm to blame for that. tiny white beads dribble out of him, and the sounds he makes are obviously pained. "you did a good job, wonie, took your punishment well." you praised, kissing across his face to help soothe him. "thank you," he's so out of breath from crying, but he soaks up your affection like it's the sun. "do you have the energy to apologize to me?" jungwon nods quickly; he may be tired, but he's never too tired to return the favor of pleasure. "yes, please..."

your leg is careless placed atop his shoulder, your hands haphazardly tangled in his hair, and head is positioned perfectly between your thighs. he takes time and care to lick a wide strip up your entrance and attach his lips to your clit; a pleased sigh leaves you at the feeling. one of his hands wraps around your thigh with a loose grip, his mouth gently sucking at you, and tiny muffled hums vibrate against you. if you didn't know any better, you'd think jungwon gets more pleasure out of eating you out than you do. his tongue dips down to taste you shortly, his free hand snaking its way up to use both his hands and mouth. you pull on his hair roughly when you feel his finger push inside you; a stifled groan comes out of you but is quickly overtaken by an airy moan. "good boy," your praise is always appreciated and well received by him; his finger moves deftly while he laps messily at you; many people may find his messiness displeasing, but you find his eagerness all the more arousing. you're wet; if he wasn't licking you up and down, it would have created a wet patch on your sheets.

he looks up at you with a glimmer of excitement. the more you pull and tug at his hair, the sporadic moans and occasional whines fuel his need and desire to please you further. "am i doing good?" his break from sucking on you like candy is extremely short, but you could never be mad at him for seeking the praise he so desperately wants. "yes, keep going." your short response is not enough, so he adds another finger in retaliation. "just like that." although he has the inclination to go faster when you say that, he knows it's better to follow your guidance. the sinking feeling in your stomach is growing heavier by the moment, "be good, make me cum." your voice is quiet from the pleasure. there's a slight stop in his movements followed by a whine; before you can move to find out what happened, you're thrown back into the pit of pleasure by jungwon resuming as if nothing happened. he's quick to rebuild any of the tension you lost in the few seconds he was inattentive, and very soon after, the pressure built enough to snap. you yelp in surprise as the feeling overwhelms you, and you pull jungwon's hair so hard he's afraid you'll pull it out. "i came again... sorry." your laugh is simply a puff of air, and you pat his head in reassurance.

the rag is warm as it passes over jungwon's skin, beginning at his face to wipe off the remnants of your orgasm and sliding down his stomach and groin to clean off the dried mess he created on himself. "i love you, jungwon." your lips are fleeting against his, discarding the cloth to the dirty clothes. the bright smile you've always adored decorates his face; he pulls you into a hug with an "i love you too." you rub your finger against the nape of his neck, slowly pulling him back down to the mattress. your embrace is his favorite thing, the way you caress his head and face while he rests against your chest to the sound of your heartbeat. he's exhausted, teetering on the verge of sleep after the events of the night. "tired, my love?" your question is born out of your hidden plan to wash the sheets before bed. "yeah... beating you at almost every game is hard work." his teasing will never end; he will never learn his lesson. "you never learn." your proclamation is met with a shake of his head, "no i learned not to say that around others." as much as you'd love to argue with him, he is right, and the way his voice drags with sleep tells you he doesn't have the energy to put up any more of a fight. "i love you, noona." jungwon's words make you hold him a little tighter and your heart flutter a little more.

[spideyriki]

sub kitty hybrid jungwon? or just ignore the hybrid part if ur not comfy!

kitty! jungwon hcs

c. warnings: sub!jungwon, cat hybrid jungwon breeding kink, pegging, collars, scent kink

a. note: my first ask! was genuinely so happy to receive this, trust me i'll remember you, anon, for the rest of my life <3 thank you so much! hope you like this n i'll definitely write a proper full length kitty won fic when i have the time :(

nsfw utc

sfw

being in a relationship with kitty jungwon is like having a personal little shadow, jungwon follows you all over the house and he has to nearly always be touching you, even just simple touches like sitting up really close to you as you both are doing work so your thighs are touching or walking near you so your hands grace eachother.

wonie loves head pats. but only from you. the moment he sees you, he's cutely leaning his head towards you expecting a quick pet as a greeting, his cat ears will twitch happily when you do. one time, jay jokingly reached out to pat jungwon's head after seeing you do it, jungwon quickly swatted his hand away and furrowed his eyebrows to feign annoyance.

jungwon is a huge purrer, he can't help but purr whenever he's around you. especially in the morning, when he wakes up next to you. as he nuzzles up into your neck, his loud content purrs filling the silence.

it's in a cat's nature to gift their owners things and it is no different for cat hybrids. jungwon loves bearing you simple little gifts all the time. nearly every week, a bouquet of flowers will be found in your living room as you come home from work or a new plushie placed neatly in your bed. no matter if there's an occasion or not, jungwon loves giving you gifts.

you know how cats like to disturb you as you work, like for example, sitting on your laptop keyboard and stuff. jungwon is just the same! whenever you are working he likes to curl up next to you and cuddle with you, pleading for you to pet him. if you don't acknowledge it, he'll just get up and sit on your lap until you have no choice but to pay attention to him. purring when you run your fingers through his hair and stroke his cat ears.

but like any other cat, kitty jungwon can get pretty grumpy when he is lacking sleep. when he's sleepy jungwon gets cranky and his responses get pretty sassy. although, when he wakes up energised again, he shyly apologises and nudges his head into you, nosing your neck and purring at you as he bats his pretty long eyelashes so you forgive him.

nsfw

jungwon is obsessed with your scent, like he genuinely believes that you have the most beautiful scent on earth. so, he Loves to eat you out. his face burried deep between your legs and your scent surrounding him. the way your thighs circle his head engulfing him in your scent and your hands gently pat his little cat ears. when you cum, covering his face with your juices, he moans in your pussy and always cums untouched himself.

jungwon loves to be collared during sex (and to be honest even when not). he loves the feeling of ownership you have on him, the mere thought of having you own him makes jungwon orgasm so quickly. so, when he's feeling horny, he will bring you his collar and flash his prettiest eyes and you being you, can never deny him, so you secure the pretty pink collar right above his adam's apple making sure it's not pressing on too tight but just enough to send blood rushing to his needy cock. even the simple feeling of your gentle fingers near his throat makes jungwon whimper.

kitty jungwon loves getting pegged. on all fours, his back arched and tight little hole on display for you. you are always so gentle with him, your hands petting his lower back and massaging the base of his tail which leaves him so needy, his hips start moving back against you so you can fuck into him deeper and reach spots he never even knew existed.

jungwon's tail is really sensitive so when you delicately run your hand over his tail, he will moan out so loud and possibly even cum because the feeling of his tail getting toyed with sends the most pleasurable shivers down his spine. his moans turning into adorable little mewls as you stroke his tail through his orgasm.

when i said jungwon is a big purrer, hes a Purrer. when he's really into it, jungwon will accidentally release a few purrs which gradually increases in volume. he can't help it, you treat him so gently and he's just so content to be with you, even during sex and he just loves you so much he can't help but purr when he's with you.

he is pretty possessive over you. so, when you come home from work and smell like other people or even worse, other hybrids, he will be all over you, grinding his hard on against you when he has the chance, groping you here and there to get your attention. before you leave for work, he will scent you to make sure everyone knows you have a kitten waiting for you at home or on days when you have a little more extra time, he will ride your thigh, his hands roaming wherever he reach and he is continuously mouthing at your neck, leaving his scent for other hybrids to smell and hickeys for regular humans to see, making sure everybody knows you are off limits. he loves the thought that you're his, just as much as he's yours. you are his girlfriend and his owner.

jungwon has the biggest breeding kink especially when he's in heat, he will be crying and begging you to allow him to breed you and fill you up to the brim with his cum. he's aware that you can't actually get pregnant but the thought of you being full of his cum makes him dizzy and it drives him to thrust into you and make you feel good so you will reward him by allowing him to cum inside you. "please let me fill you up with my kittens please, i'll be a good boy, please let me make you a mommy", jungwon would whine out to you. and when he pulls out he's so mesmerised at the sight of his thick white cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he'll lean down and kitten lick you clean.

jungwon is usually a well behaved boy because he loves how gently you treat him but in the occasional moments where he decides to be a brat, he loves when you punish him by attaching a leash to his collar and pulling on it to choke him as you fuck into him from the back. his choked out moans and whimpers only fuel you to go rougher on him until he is crying out and pretty tears are falling over his pink cheeks. his little collar bell jingling from the force of your rough thrusts.

all in all, jungwon is (mostly) your good little kitten and he loves you so much!!

© spideyriki

jungwon is so orange kitty, i love him :')

[byshens]

waves at u. do u perhaps have any sub!fuma thoughts to share with the people..? tysm in advance btw i LOVE ur posts🫶🏻🫶🏻

directors note ◜ᴗ◝ thank u sm for requesting :3 sub fuma needs more attention ngl, he’s just so princey ><

↳ explicit sexual content! ｡ handjob unprotected sex soft dom! reader big dick fuma edging overstimulation riding teasing 420

sub! fuma who feels embarrassed about wanting to sub, but will quickly be relieved at how gentle ( and sometimes a little mean ) you are with him.

sub! fuma who is still pretty shy at first, but once your hands are on him he’s a babbling mess. bucking his hips into your hand while you jerk him off, admiring how pretty he looks.

sub! fuma who begs so desperately to cum but you deny it, taking your hand off right when he’s about to release. he cries out for you and you just giggle, giving his tip a kiss before waiting til he’s calm again, just to do it again.

sub! fuma who knows he’s strong enough to throw you around but definitely prefers you to use your strength on him, almost mocking him for how ‘weak’ he is for you. but it only gets him hard.

sub! fuma who lets you use his cock like it’s a dildo. fucking yourself back onto it as he lays there, helplessly cuffed to the bed. ankles tied to the ends of the bed as well, only there for your own pleasure.

sub! fuma who gets too desperate and starts to fuck into your pussy anyway, hearing how you moaned for him—he needed more, craving your insides around him. he fucked into you fast, watching how you clug to his legs for support. he was proud of himself, watching you cry out for him to slow down. it got him hours of edging the next day, but it was worth it in his mind.

sub! fuma who begs you to ride his thigh and how could you say no? you get on his thigh with no panties and start grinding, soon humping his leg. only then does he flex his thigh muscles and watch as you gasp, clinging onto his arm. he feels so proud of himself for finding new ways you satisfy you, just allowing you to use his whole entire body as a sex toy.

sub! fuma who’s dick is huge, but its just utterly useless without your touch. he cant seem to please himself without you near. he tries to jerk off when you’re at work, but he cant do it. you come home and find him with tears in his eyes, cock red and leaking. you only coo at him, “poor baby cant cum, hm?” he nods just so pathetically, begging you to help him. and you do, using his cock for hours until he’s crying for a break, saying it’s too much.

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[heeluvv]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY.ᐟ

pairingᝰ.ᐟ yang jungwon x 8th member! reader

warningsᝰ.ᐟ sub! jungwon, overstimulation, inexperienced! jungwon but has an idea, experienced! reader, oral (m n f), unprotected sex, etc. (wc 7.444k)

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

jungwon didn’t think that adding a girl to the group would make things difficult. not logistically, not professionally, not even socially. he thought maybe it’d take some adjusting—new dynamics, different energies—but nothing he couldn’t handle. and at first, he was right.

what he didn’t account for was the shift that started inside him.

he didn’t expect the strange, fluttery sensations that settled in his chest whenever you stood too close. didn’t expect the way his skin would tingle beneath your fingertips when you casually reached out to brush lint from his sleeve, or ruffle his hair like it was nothing, or—god—for some reason always let your hand linger just a second too long on his thigh when you sat beside him. it was innocent. it had to be. at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

years passed. the group grew closer, tighter, more like a family than a band. but if anything, the feelings only got worse. harder to ignore. he used to brush them off as fleeting, just part of getting used to someone new. but now? now he couldn’t hide it. not from himself.

his heart would beat faster the moment you walked into the room, thumping against his ribs like it was trying to escape. your laugh sent warmth down his spine, curling low in his belly. and when you touched him—so casually, so sweetly, never once noticing the way he stiffened under your fingers—it was like his body betrayed him completely. every soft graze, every playful shove, every gentle lean against his side during long car rides made him ache with a craving he didn’t know how to satisfy.

he should feel guilty for thinking about you like this.

you were his friend. his member. someone he saw nearly every day—hair a mess after practice, yawning over cereal in the morning, soft and sleepy in oversized hoodies during late-night movie marathons. he knew you. really knew you. so it felt wrong, so wrong, to look at you and want more.

he shouldn't be staring at your lips every time you talked to him, eyes flicking down without meaning to, locked on the way they moved—glossy, soft, always tinted some shade that made his throat go dry. he shouldn't be wondering what it tasted like, if it was sweet, if it would stick to his mouth if he kissed you long enough. he shouldn't be imagining the feeling of your lips brushing against his, slow and tentative, or maybe firm and needy—he couldn't decide which fantasy ruined him more.

he shouldn't crave your touch either. not the casual kind you always gave him so freely. not the way your hand would rest on his thigh during group photos, or the way your fingers would toy with his bangs when he was lying on the couch. you probably didn’t even realize you did it. but he noticed. he felt every brush like a spark under his skin, and he hated how badly he wanted more.

so he decided to do something about it.

he waited until the dorm was quiet—just the hum of the fridge, the occasional creak of the walls settling—and sat at his desk, fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. he wasn’t even sure what to search. he hesitated. hovered over the keys, heart racing faster than it should’ve. but then he forced himself to type, vague, simple words. girl rides guy.

he clicked on one of the top results. something basic. nothing too aggressive. just… a start.

the screen lit up with movement—moaning, panting, skin slapping against skin. the woman was on top, knees spread on either side of the man’s hips, bouncing rhythmically. her hands roamed over his chest, his arms, tangling into his hair before dragging down his torso. the man’s hands clung to her ass, squeezing tight, fingers sinking into soft flesh as she rode him faster. her tits bounced with every movement, her expression one of pure pleasure.

jungwon blinked.

he felt the rush, sure. a faint ache stirring low in his stomach, a little throb in his pants that made him squirm in his chair. but it didn’t hit the way he thought it would. it wasn’t you.

his gaze drifted from their faces to their position—bodies tangled, rocking together. he tilted his head, brow furrowed slightly, lips parted in a quiet kind of confusion. it didn’t look natural. it didn’t feel real. something about the way they moved made him question if it was actually supposed to feel good.

he tried. he really tried.

even if it felt awkward, even if it wasn’t quite right, he thought maybe the video would help—maybe seeing it would be enough to guide him. to quiet the ache that had been building for weeks. months, even. anything to dull the heat pooling low in his stomach every time your skin brushed against his. anything to make his thoughts stop circling around you and your soft voice and your wandering hands and your smile that made his chest feel too tight.

his fingers moved clumsily to the waistband of his sweatpants, hesitating for just a second before pushing them down to his thighs. the cotton of his boxers followed next, peeled down slowly, the cool air hitting his half-hardened cock and making him suck in a shaky breath. it twitched a little against his abdomen, needy and unsure, like the rest of him. he wasn’t fully hard yet—just enough to feel the tension, the need for something more.

he clicked through a few more videos, heart racing, mouth dry. eventually, he settled on one. the woman on screen was confident, sensual, her hands wrapping around the man’s cock with practiced ease. she stroked him slowly at first, fingers curling tightly, her thumb pressing against the head, teasing his slit with wet circles. the man moaned. loudly. desperately.

jungwon swallowed hard and tried to mimic her.

his fingers wrapped around himself, cautious, testing. he gave a few slow pumps, thumb brushing over the tip like she had done. a groan slipped from his lips, soft and shaky—but the pleasure didn’t come. not really. it felt dull. disconnected. nothing like what the man in the video was experiencing. nothing like what he imagined you would feel like.

he paused, furrowing his brows. replayed the motion. watched her hand again, studied the grip, the speed, the way her wrist moved. he tried again.

still nothing.

frustration bloomed low in his chest. he shifted in the chair, readjusted his grip, sped up a little—but the tension only tightened in the worst way. like his body was bracing for something that wouldn’t come. like the spark had never caught. his jaw clenched as he scrolled to the comments out of desperation, hoping for something useful, anything that could explain why it wasn’t working. half the terminology made no sense, and the rest was filled with half-baked advice that only made him feel more lost.

he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard through his nose. what the hell was wrong with him? was he broken? was he doing it wrong? why couldn’t he just—

the soft creak of his bedroom door stopped everything.

his whole body jolted, eyes snapping to the doorway as his hand scrambled to cover himself. panic shot through his veins, hot and sharp. and then he saw you.

standing there. eyes wide. lips parted. staring straight at him.

"fuck—i'm sorry, y/n—it's not wh—i didn't mean—" the words tumbled out of him in a breathless rush as he fumbled to tug his boxers back up, one hand diving for the laptop to slam it shut. the screen went dark. his cock, still half-hard and sticky at the tip, disappeared beneath fabric that did nothing to hide the fact that he’d been caught. fully.

you didn’t say anything.

not right away.

you just stared for a moment longer—so quiet, so unreadable—and then, to his utter horror, you let out a soft, amused little giggle.

"you should maybe wear headphones next time," you said, voice smooth as you stepped into the room, shutting the door behind you with a soft click. "also, always lock your door. rookie mistake."

you moved to sit at the edge of his bed like it was nothing. like you hadn't just walked in on him trying to jerk off to porn he didn’t even understand.

jungwon coughed, voice caught in his throat, still too flustered to think straight.

“i-it’s okay…” he muttered, eyes darting anywhere but at you. “it won’t be happening again…”

but you just smiled.

like you knew something he didn’t.

your gaze roamed slowly, deliberately, up and down his body.

he looked like a mess. his chest rose and fell in short, uneven breaths, puffed out in a mix of embarrassment and frustration. the low light of the room cast shadows over his skin, highlighting the soft sheen of sweat forming at his temples. his sweatpants were rumpled, the waistband haphazardly tugged back into place, doing little to hide the obvious outline of his half-hardened cock pressing against the thin fabric. his thighs shifted, restless, as if trying to hide the very thing giving him away.

but it wasn’t just his body—it was the way he looked at you.

like he was trying not to. like it took everything in him not to stare at your mouth, your hands, your eyes. the need in his expression was barely masked, lingering there behind his lashes every time he blinked. and you’d seen it before. you weren’t stupid.

you'd caught on months ago.

the way his breath would hitch when you got too close. the way he’d squeeze his thighs together subtly—so subtly it might’ve fooled anyone else—every time your hand casually settled on them during car rides or movie nights. how his face would flush when your fingers brushed his neck, or the shaky little gasps he'd let out when you leaned in too far, your lips near his ear. it was all so obvious. he just never thought you noticed.

he tried so hard to be composed, to be innocent, but his body gave him away every single time.

and tonight? tonight only confirmed it.

you’d walked past his room with no real intention of stopping—but the sound that spilled from the slightly ajar door made you freeze. a woman’s voice, high and breathy, fake and repetitive. porn. loud and clear. the moans were drawn out, forced, looping over themselves like a broken record. it was awful. but what really caught your attention was the soft, frustrated groan that followed. his voice.

so you peeked inside. just enough to see him fumbling beneath his desk, flushed and flustered and trying so hard to make something happen that clearly wasn’t working.

now, moments later, you sat at the edge of his bed, eyes locked on him as he tried to pull himself together in front of you. he wouldn’t meet your gaze. his lips were parted, breath unsteady, hands fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie like he didn’t know what to do with them.

you let the silence stretch for a second longer, before tilting your head and offering a soft, amused smile.

“you could’ve just asked, wonnie,” you said gently, your voice dipped in teasing warmth.

his entire body tensed. you didn’t miss the way a visible shiver ran down his spine at the nickname—wonnie—the one you only ever used when you wanted to see him squirm.

his eyes finally flicked up to meet yours, wide and unsure. “w-what are you talking about?” he asked, though his voice cracked halfway through the sentence, the words weak and unconvincing.

you didn’t answer right away.

instead, you stood slowly, walking toward him with deliberate steps. he backed up instinctively, and you guided him gently back into the chair behind him. he sat down with a gasp, shoulders tense, legs stiff.

your fingers trailed lightly along the edge of his jaw, tilting his face up to yours. “i could help you with your little problem,” you whispered, leaning in close enough for him to feel your breath against his lips.

his eyes fluttered shut for a second, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. he didn’t move. didn’t answer. just sat there, frozen under your touch, his cock twitching beneath the fabric of his sweats, aching for something—anything—you’d give him.

and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

you leaned in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear—not kissing, not whispering, just letting your breath hit the sensitive skin there, warm and soft. he froze beneath you, every muscle in his body pulled taut like a bowstring, waiting. anticipating. but you didn’t say a word. instead, you let your hands speak for you.

your fingers began at his arms, slow and deliberate as they dragged from the bend of his elbow up to the curve of his biceps. you took your time, feeling the quiet strength beneath your palms—the way his muscles twitched under your touch, already so reactive. he wasn’t overly built, not bulky, but toned in a way that was subtle and honest. real. you squeezed gently, just to see what kind of noise you could pull from him, and sure enough, he gasped—quiet, but shaky, his lips parting as his chest began to rise faster.

your hands continued their path, now sliding over his shoulders, across his chest, under the loose hem of his hoodie. you tugged it upward, slow and teasing, revealing more of his skin inch by inch. he helped you without a word, arms lifting just enough for you to pull it off completely, the fabric falling somewhere behind you. he was shirtless now, vulnerable in a way that made his breath stutter again, his eyes locked on yours like he didn’t know what to expect next—but needed all of it.

you took a step forward, guiding his legs apart with the gentlest pressure of your knees against his. he opened up for you instinctively, thighs parting just enough for you to slip between them. his cock strained visibly against the fabric of his sweats, twitching helplessly with every shift of his hips, the fabric doing little to hide the swollen shape of him now. his arousal was pulsing through him like a current, alive in his veins, making his skin flush and tingle.

you pressed your hands to his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your palms. he was so warm—too warm. and when your fingers flicked gently over his nipples, the reaction was immediate. his hips jerked up slightly from the chair, a startled little moan catching in his throat as his back arched just barely into your touch.

he’d never felt that before. not like this. not so raw, so exposed, so real.

his cock throbbed, painfully hard now, pressed up against the inside of his sweatpants in a way that made him bite his lip and squirm. the ache was unfamiliar. overwhelming. and somehow, it still wasn’t enough.

his hands gripped the armrests of the chair, knuckles white as he tried to hold himself still. to be good. to let you do whatever you wanted with him. and then—your lips.

your mouth met his skin without warning, and the moan that fell from his lips was soft and unguarded, full of shock and something like desperation. your kisses were light at first, just the ghost of your mouth trailing down his chest. his skin was hot beneath your lips, his breathing stuttering with every press.

you took your time, letting your lips move lower, kissing across his sternum, over the curve of his ribs. his stomach tightened beneath the attention, his body trembling as you slowly made your way back up—this time heading for his neck.

and that’s when your kisses changed.

open-mouthed. wetter. slower. your tongue flicked out, just slightly, tracing the edge of his pulse point before your lips closed over it. you sucked gently, and the sound he made was broken—something between a gasp and a whimper, his thighs tensing on either side of you.

“hmm—y/n…” he breathed out, the name barely forming as it slipped from his mouth. his eyes were squeezed shut, brows drawn together, and you could see the tremble in his chest, the way his whole body was fighting to hold itself together.

he was falling apart for you.

and you hadn’t even taken his pants off yet.

his breathing was ragged now, soft pants falling from his parted lips as you dragged your mouth up the column of his neck, your lips still warm and wet from the trail of kisses you left across his chest. he tilted his head instinctively to the side, giving you more room to work with, exposing the delicate skin along his throat like he wanted to offer himself up completely. his hands were still gripping the armrests of his chair like a lifeline, like if he let go, he’d melt into nothing right there beneath you.

you moved slowly, deliberately, letting yourself sink into his lap, the tension in his body instantly spiking as your thighs settled on either side of his hips. he froze beneath you, like he didn’t know where to look, what to do, how to breathe now that you were pressed so close. his hands hovered uselessly at his sides, like he didn’t trust himself to touch you. his eyes were wide, trained on your face like he was still trying to process the fact that this was real—you were real, and you were here, in his lap, looking at him like you already knew every single thought racing through his head.

you leaned in, arms sliding slowly around his neck as you brought his face closer to yours, your breath warm against his lips as you spoke.

“kiss me, wonnie…”

your voice was soft, coaxing, and the second it touched his ears, something in him gave out. his hands gripped the edge of the chair, and he surged forward—clumsy, eager, desperate—his lips pressing against yours with more need than experience. he didn’t know how to move, not really, but he kissed you like he meant it. like he’d dreamed about this a hundred times and never thought it’d actually happen.

he gasped when your hands threaded into his hair, your fingers curling gently as you tilted his head, guiding the kiss deeper. your mouth moved against his slowly at first, letting him feel it—your lips warm, soft, molding to his in a way that made him tremble. you could feel the tension in his shoulders, the way he was trying to hold back, to stay composed, even as his body betrayed him completely.

your tongue flicked across his bottom lip, teasing, tasting. he moaned quietly, lips parting just enough to let you in, and you didn’t waste the chance—you licked into his mouth, slow and confident, letting him feel every inch of it. your tongue brushed against his and he whimpered, the sound caught between surprise and pleasure, his thighs twitching beneath you as his hips shifted upward in a subtle, instinctive movement.

his cock strained against the fabric of his sweatpants, already hard and aching—so much more than he expected. he didn’t even know it could feel like this, didn’t know that a kiss could shoot heat straight to his core, that your mouth on his could make his stomach clench and his skin burn and his thoughts disappear all at once.

he let out another shaky moan, this one higher, softer, and you could feel his body tremble under yours. his hands finally lifted, unsure, then settled on your hips like he needed something to hold onto. he gripped you like you were his anchor, like he might float away if he didn’t keep his fingers pressed into your skin.

you shifted in his lap slightly—just a small grind of your hips, nothing intentional—but the pressure was too much for him. too new. too much heat. too much you.

he tore his mouth from yours with a gasp, his head falling back against the chair as a sharp, broken moan spilled out of him.

“ah—fuck, y/n—”

you froze, your breath catching as you pulled back just enough to look down at him.

his entire body was shaking.

his chest heaved with every breath, his brows pulled tight in shock as his cock throbbed beneath you—once, twice—before he came with a strangled sound, hips jerking weakly up into the air. there was no warning. no buildup. just raw, overwhelming pleasure that ripped through him like a wave, soaking straight through the front of his sweats.

his hands clutched at your waist like he didn’t know whether to hold on or push you away. his mouth was open, lips wet and red from kissing you, his cheeks flushed so dark it nearly reached his ears. he blinked up at you like he didn’t know what had just happened—like he’d just drowned and come back gasping for air.

you stayed quiet for a moment, watching the way his chest rose and fell, the way his eyes blinked slowly, still trying to recover. your gaze flicked down—his sweats were soaked at the front, the outline of his cock still twitching beneath the mess he’d made. all from kissing you.

you pulled back slowly, breath still warm against his flushed skin, before climbing off his lap with a smooth, fluid movement. jungwon let out a soft sound at the loss of contact—half whine, half exhale—as his trembling body sank deeper into the chair, still trying to recover from the kiss that shattered him.

but you weren’t finished with him. not even close.

your hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, and this time, he didn’t try to stop you. he watched, wide-eyed and dazed, as you tugged them down with practiced ease. his boxers followed in the same motion, peeled away in one fluid drag that left him completely bare in front of you for the first time.

his cock—still hard, coated in a messy mix of slick precum and the lingering aftermath of his first orgasm—twitched against the cool air, the head flushed a deep, aching red. he gasped softly, hips flinching at the sudden temperature shift, his thighs instinctively pressing together before relaxing again as you settled on your knees in front of him.

you should’ve taken your time. you could’ve teased him more—watched him squirm, dragged it out.

but the moment you got your first full look at him like this, flushed and breathless and so fucking beautiful, you knew you couldn’t wait.

you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, the warmth of your hand pulling a ragged moan from his throat. your touch was firmer this time, surer, and he reacted instantly—hips jerking slightly, lips parting in another gasp. you didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath before you leaned in, your lips parting as you took him into your mouth in one slow, purposeful movement.

he cried out.

the sound was loud, broken, echoing in the room like he didn’t even realize it was coming from him. his fingers flew to the edge of the chair again, gripping the armrests so tight his knuckles turned white.

his cock pulsed against your tongue, and fuck, he tasted so good—salty, a little sweet, the mix of his arousal and cum coating your mouth as you let him slide deeper between your lips. you moaned softly around him, letting the vibration hum through his length, and his entire body shuddered from the feeling.

your hand stayed at the base, keeping him steady, while your other hand moved lower—gently cupping his balls, rolling them in your palm as your mouth worked his cock with wet, eager strokes. the mess didn’t bother you. your saliva was already sliding down his shaft, mixing with the cum still clinging to his skin, dripping down onto your fingers and smearing across your lips.

you didn’t care.

you only cared about him—about the way his breath hitched with every glide of your tongue, about the way he whispered your name like a prayer, about the way his thighs trembled as he tried to hold back and couldn’t.

his voice was a mess—gasps and whimpers and soft little please, please sounds that made your core tighten. he was falling apart so quickly, too quickly, but you didn’t slow down. you wanted to ruin him. you wanted to hear what he sounded like when he broke for you.

his face twisted in the most beautiful way, brows furrowed, jaw slack, lips parted around cries he couldn’t hold in. his fingers twitched like he didn’t know where to put them, like he needed to grab something—you, your hair, your shoulders—but was too overwhelmed to move.

he looked so fucked out already, even though this was only the beginning.

“oh—god—y/n, i—I can’t—i think i’m gonna—” he gasped, voice cracking.

and you pulled back just slightly, enough to look up at him through your lashes, your lips still wrapped around the head of his cock as you gave him one more slow, teasing suck before letting him fall from your mouth with a pop.

“you’re gonna cum for me again, baby?” you whispered, your voice wrecked and low, breath brushing his sensitive skin. “already?”

his head dropped back with a shudder, and you didn’t wait—you took him back into your mouth, deeper this time, sucking harder, faster, as your hands worked his length and touched his balls in tandem.

he felt like he was in heaven.

no—beyond that.

like his body wasn’t his anymore. like he was floating, burning, unraveling all at once. every nerve lit up, every breath stolen from his lungs, his thoughts reduced to nothing but you—you and your mouth and your hands and your eyes, locked on his face like you never wanted to look away.

his vision blurred, a thin sheen of tears clinging to his lashes from how overwhelmed he felt, how good you made him feel. it was too much, and not enough. his entire body was trembling, overstimulated from his first orgasm, but still so desperate for more. because this? you? this was unlike anything he had ever known.

the videos had never helped. cold, flat, impersonal. watching strangers move with mechanical rhythm, forced moans and dead eyes. he never understood the hype. never understood the pleasure. his own hand barely brought him relief—awkward, uncertain touches that left him aching rather than satisfied.

but this?

having you take him into your mouth with that hunger, that confidence… it wrecked him. completely.

you were a mess—hair tousled, lips swollen, chin glistening with his release. the taste of him was still heavy on your tongue, the heat of his cum still coating your mouth from the first time. and even with your face marked by it, even with saliva and arousal smeared across your cheeks, your eyes never left his. not once. you looked at him like he was precious. like he was yours.

and it broke something in him.

his hips jerked suddenly, uncontrollably, as the pressure built too fast, too intense. you didn’t stop—you couldn’t. your hands tightened around him, mouth sucking hard around the flushed head of his cock, and that was all it took.

“y/n!” he cried out, louder this time, voice cracking on the syllable as his body convulsed under your touch.

his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.

this one was so much more intense—stronger, messier, desperate. his entire body bucked into your mouth, his thighs shaking violently beneath your hands as thick, hot ropes of cum filled your mouth in fast, heavy pulses. you tried to swallow—god, you tried—but there was so much, and he wouldn’t stop cumming, and you couldn’t breathe fast enough.

it spilled out, leaking from the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your hand, warm and sticky and so incredibly filthy. he was still gasping, body twitching with aftershocks as tears slipped down the corners of his eyes—his expression one of pure disbelief, lips parted, brows drawn together in an overwhelmed mix of pleasure and shame and awe.

you pulled off him slowly, letting his softening cock fall from your lips with a soft, wet sound. his cum coated your mouth and your skin, warm and slick as you wiped it from your chin with the back of your hand, licking your lips without a second thought.

you looked up at him.

and he looked wrecked.

his chest was heaving, hair sticking to his forehead, mouth still trembling from the sounds he couldn’t quite stop making. his arms had gone limp at his sides. and the second your eyes met his again, he whimpered—small and broken and so, so in love with the way you ruined him.

you wanted more.

god, you needed more.

seeing him like this—so soft, so fragile, completely wrecked and trembling in the aftermath of his second orgasm—only made your hunger spike. his skin was flushed, sweat-damp and glowing under the low light, and his cheeks were streaked with tears he hadn’t even realized he’d shed. his chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow breaths, lips parted, eyes wide and glassy as he looked up at you like you were some kind of dream.

and you were going to ruin him.

“you look pretty when you cry, wonnie,” you murmured, voice warm and unshaken as your fingers trailed up his jaw to brush away the wetness on his cheek. he shuddered under your touch, blinking up at you with a sound caught in his throat—like he didn’t know how to respond. like no one had ever said anything like that to him before.

you stood, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt, and peeled it off slowly. his breath hitched the moment the fabric cleared your chest, exposing the soft swell of your breasts, full and flushed and so fucking real. his eyes dropped immediately, devouring every inch of skin now on display. his lashes fluttered, lips trembling again as his gaze trailed lower—past the slope of your stomach, to the curve of your hips, and finally, between your thighs.

when he saw your bare pussy, slick with need, glistening in the soft light—he whimpered.

actually whimpered.

a broken, high-pitched sound that spilled from his lips before he could stop it, like his brain short-circuited just from the sight of you.

you smirked softly, stepping closer, watching the way his eyes never left your body. you climbed back into his lap, slowly this time, knees bracketing his hips, your hand wrapping gently around the base of his still-hard cock. he gasped at the contact—so sensitive, so spent, and yet still so desperate for you. your other hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing his lower lip as you guided him to look at you.

“you want me to take you, baby?” you asked, voice soft, low. “want to feel me for real?”

he nodded frantically, chest rising faster now, lips parting in a breathless plea. “please… i wanna feel you… need to feel all of you…”

you lined him up, dragging his tip through your folds slowly—once, twice—coating him in your arousal before you sank down onto him in one long, slow motion.

his head dropped back.

his mouth fell open.

a sob of a moan escaped him.

“f-fuck… y/n—oh my god—”

he was crying again. tears spilling fresh from his lashes as you took him in fully, the tight, wet heat of your pussy wrapping around him for the first time. he trembled under you, both hands flying to your waist like he was afraid you’d vanish if he didn’t hold on tight enough. his fingers dug into your skin, not harshly, but with a kind of quiet desperation—needing to feel you, all of you, chest to chest, skin to skin.

you moaned softly as you settled into his lap, your walls pulsing around him from the stretch, your hands resting on his shoulders to steady yourself. his cock filled you perfectly, thick and flushed and twitching deep inside of you as his hips jerked slightly, instinctively.

he looked up at you through wet lashes, eyes wide with awe, with disbelief, with a trembling kind of gratitude that made your heart ache. his lip trembled as he whispered your name, like it was the only word he could remember.

you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your chest press against his as you cradled his face gently between your hands. his arms came around you instantly, pulling you in tighter, like he wanted to feel every inch of your bare body against his own. like he wanted to memorize how it felt to be this close.

you didn’t move at first.

you just let him sit there—your pussy wrapped around his cock, his arms locked around your waist, both of you pressed chest to chest. you could feel his heartbeat pounding beneath your fingertips, could feel the way his cock twitched deep inside you, overstimulated and desperate but craving more. his breath came in soft, stuttering pants, lips parted, eyes fluttering like he was trying to keep them open but couldn’t stay focused on anything except the way your warmth squeezed around him.

you leaned in, your nose brushing his, your lips ghosting over his mouth.

“look at me, wonnie,” you whispered, your voice sweet and gentle as you cupped his face. “don’t look away.”

his eyes opened, glazed with tears and pleasure, and locked onto yours. you kissed him softly—slow, with purpose—pressing your mouth to his like you had all the time in the world. he gasped into the kiss, and you swallowed the sound, deepening it with a roll of your hips that made both of you moan.

it wasn’t fast. it wasn’t rough.

you rocked into him slowly, deliberately, letting him feel every single inch of you as you moved your hips in smooth, grinding circles. he felt everything—the way your walls hugged him tight, the slick drag of your heat around his cock, the soft press of your tits against his chest, your lips moving against his like you wanted to breathe him in.

his mouth was messy on yours now—wet, open, sloppy kisses that had no rhythm, only hunger. your tongues tangled, your teeth scraped, your breath mingled in shaky exhales as you kept grinding down on him in that perfect, slow rhythm that made him sob into your mouth.

you pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, your eyes still locked on his.

“you feel so good inside me, baby,” you murmured, dragging your fingers through the sweat at the back of his neck. “so full. so deep. you’re perfect.”

he let out a broken moan at that, his head falling forward onto your shoulder. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer, like he needed to be as close to you as humanly possible.

“you’re doing so well for me, wonnie,” you whispered into his ear, your lips brushing against his skin. “taking me so well. look at you… crying again, just from the way i’m riding you.”

he whimpered—literally whimpered—against your shoulder, his hands roaming your back now, touching every inch of skin he could reach. he was trembling, his body trying to stay still while you moved so slowly, so carefully on top of him. each roll of your hips dragged another soft moan from his throat, his cock pulsing inside of you, so close to the edge but too scared to fall over it again.

you pulled back again, grabbing his chin gently to force him to look at you.

“keep your eyes on me, baby,” you said. “you’re not cumming without watching me fall apart with you.”

his lips parted like he wanted to say something—maybe a please, maybe your name—but you kissed him again before he could speak. this time deeper, wetter. your tongue pushed into his mouth, claiming him, making him shiver beneath you.

and as you rode him slowly, your lips never left his.

the kiss turned filthy fast—his moans muffled by your mouth, your spit mixing with his as you sucked on his tongue, dragging your nails softly down his back. his hips bucked up helplessly, chasing your movements even as he cried from how overwhelmed he was.

“so good for me,” you whispered when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, your lips swollen and wet. “you’re being so good, wonnie. i’ve never felt anything like this. you’re making me feel so fucking good.”

he whined—loudly—and you knew he was close.

you picked up the pace just a little, grinding down harder, bouncing softly in his lap, your pussy fluttering around him as his cock throbbed with every movement.

“cum for me again, baby,” you whispered. “give it to me. give me everything.”

and the second your walls clenched around him, the second you moaned his name into his mouth—he shattered.

his mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back as his entire body locked up beneath you, another orgasm ripping through him with a strangled cry. hot cum spilled into you, thick and endless, his hips jerking erratically as you milked every last drop from him with slow, delicious rolls of your hips. he held onto you like he was drowning, sobbing into your shoulder as his cock twitched inside of you, so full, so sensitive, so wrecked.

he was still trembling in your arms, both of you bathed in the afterglow of his release. his body was a little limp beneath you, his chest rising and falling with soft, uneven breaths, but his eyes? they were still wide, still locked on you—still holding that quiet, desperate need that hadn’t yet been satisfied.

he kissed you again, gently, his lips brushing against yours with that same tender urgency as before. but this time, when he pulled away, there was something different in his gaze.

something new.

you saw the shift in his expression, the hesitation mixed with desire, as he glanced down at your body, at the way you were still so open, so warm, so inviting. his eyes flickered to your hips, to your thighs, then back to your face, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“y/n…” he whispered, his voice thick with a mix of uncertainty and something else—something deeper. “can I… can I…?”

he didn’t finish the sentence, but you saw what he was asking. he wanted to return the favor. he wanted to make you feel the same way you’d made him feel—completely undone, but this time, with his mouth.

a soft smile curled at the corner of your lips. “of course, wonnie,” you murmured, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “but if you’re nervous, we can take it slow.”

he shook his head, determination flickering in his eyes. “no, i want to… i need to.”

you let him guide you gently, your body moving as he shifted you into his arms, his hands running over your sides as he helped you onto the bed. you settled against the sheets, propped up on your elbows, watching as he climbed between your legs.

his gaze was hungry, but there was still that same uncertainty behind it, as if he wasn’t sure how to start, but was too eager to stop. you saw the way his breath hitched as he hovered over you, his eyes moving from your face to your core, and you couldn’t help but smile softly.

“just take your time, wonnie,” you whispered, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “you don’t have to rush.”

he stood with you in his arms and carried you the short distance to his bed.

he laid you down softly, his hands lingering on your waist, eyes scanning your body like he still couldn’t believe this was real. his lips brushed your inner thigh as he knelt between your legs, and you gasped softly at the warmth of his breath, the look of pure focus on his face as he stared at your pussy—wet, swollen, messy with his cum and your slick.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispered, mostly to himself, and you saw his tongue flick across his lips before he looked up at you again. “just… tell me if i’m doing anything wrong, okay?”

you gave him a small nod, encouraging him without a word, and that was all it took.

he kissed the sensitive skin of your thigh first, just a soft brush of his lips against you, before he moved closer, more eager now. his hands gripped your hips gently, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pressed his face between your legs. when he finally made contact with your pussy, his tongue was a tentative, unsure swipe, not quite sure how to navigate the new territory but too lost in the taste of you to stop.

he moaned against you, the sound vibrating through your body, and it made you shiver in his grasp. he was messy, unsure at first—his tongue moving awkwardly, pressing against you too hard, then too soft, but you could feel his desperation. his eagerness to please you, to make you feel as good as you’d made him feel.

“it’s okay, baby,” you whispered, your hand running through his hair again. “just… relax. i’ll guide you.”

he nodded against you, his lips trembling as he pulled back just enough to look up at you. his eyes were wide, full of innocence and something else—need, desire. he wanted to learn, wanted to make you feel everything, even if he wasn’t perfect at it yet.

so you guided him. you showed him how to move, how to swipe your folds with his tongue, how to apply pressure just right, how to circle his tongue around your clit with slow, patient strokes. you could feel him getting more comfortable with each passing second, his movements becoming more confident, more certain. the moment his tongue flicked over your clit, soft and gentle, you couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth, your head falling back against the pillow.

he heard it, and it made him hum in satisfaction, the sound of his pleasure in the way he ate you out sending waves of heat through your body. he was still messy, his tongue dragging over you in uneven strokes, but it felt so good—so good. the warmth of his mouth on you, the way he moaned and gasped as he tasted you, filled you with a new kind of desire, one that had you writhing beneath him.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” you gasped, hips bucking against his mouth. “fuck—just like that. you’re making me feel so good…”

he made a sound against you, a muffled whimper, and you looked down to see him watching you through hooded eyes, completely lost in the way you responded to his touch. you smiled down at him, your chest heaving as your hand tangled in his hair again, guiding him with soft tugs as you moaned his name.

“that’s it, baby… just like that. you’re doing so good, wonnie…”

the praise sent a rush of heat through his body, and you could feel him pushing deeper, his tongue flicking faster, more sure of himself now, his movements eager and desperate. you could tell he was loving every sound you made, every tremor of your body beneath him, and it only made him work harder.

you could feel the pressure building in your stomach, the heat intensifying as your orgasm crept closer, but you didn’t want to rush it. you wanted him to feel every moment, every inch of you, just like you had for him.

“keep going, baby,” you gasped, your back arching slightly as you rode his mouth. “don’t stop.”

he didn’t. he kept going, and the way he made you feel—messy, overwhelmed, taken—was enough to send you spiraling. your orgasm hit you suddenly, crashing over you like a wave, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips as you came on his tongue, your body trembling beneath him as he worked you through it, his hands still gripping your hips to hold you against his mouth.

you panted heavily, chest rising and falling as he looked up at you, his face flushed, eyes wide and full of pride. he’d done it. he’d made you feel like that.

and even though he was still learning, still new, you knew he was the one who had given you the most real, unfiltered pleasure you’d felt in a long time.

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thinking about .... enhypen ft. dilf reader x bp jungwon !!

a/n : def didn't just start this because i couldnt write a genuine drabble on it (im not that good at writing dilf/milfs 💔💔). i know damn well my anon disappointed, sorry babe.

synopsis : some headcannons/hard thought on dilf reader x boypussy jungwon!! big dick reader (hehehe 😼😼). virgin jungwon. use of pussy, lips, folds, clit, and cunt as jungwon’s gential. mention of reader having an older son, minor jealousy/bratty jungwon, subtle manipulation if you squint, minor guilt on reader’s end, size kink/difference, spit as lube, baby trapping if you squint, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up buddy), minor choking.

Jungwon who can’t help the years of your only son moving out of your house for college abroad for him to move in himself—offering to keep you company “so you’re not alone,” and conveniently doing all the little things your son used to, like leaving the porch light on or making you tea when you come home from work.

Jungwon who acts like the most respectful, well-mannered boy to your face, always offering to clean up, do chores, or massage your shoulders after work—only to blush and bite his lip when your hand brushes his hip just a little too close to that warm spot between his thighs.

Jungwon who starts calling your house "home" before even realizing he’s saying it, and laughs nervously when you raise a brow—but doesn't correct himself. Instead, he starts leaving his things there: toothbrush, cologne, soft little pajama shorts you swear are too short.

Jungwon who flinches every time you go on a date or mention someone your age, then clings to you more than usual for days after—more touches, more smiles, longer eye contact. He keeps proving he's good, loyal, grown... better than anyone else.

Jungwon acts bratty just to get your attention. Talks back. Gets mouthy. Then when you pin him with a firm voice or a hard stare, he folds instantly. Looks down, whispers a soft “sorry, sir,” with a little too much heat in his tone. You always brush it off. He always bites back a smirk.

Jungwon who casually lounges around in oversized shirts and loose sleep shorts, but never bothers with underwear underneath—spreading out on your couch in suggestive positions that he swears are “comfortable,” while giving you a clear view of his soft thighs and bulge.

Jungwon who looks at you with those wide, pleading eyes whenever you try to keep your distance—like it hurts him that you won’t touch him. Like your restraint is the cruelest thing you could do to him. And eventually, you stop saying no.

You should’ve pushed him away.

Should’ve told him to go back to his room and forget all of this.

But when Jungwon kissed you—soft, shaking, lips full of longing—you lost every last shred of control.

You kissed him back, deeper. Rougher. He whimpered into your mouth like he’d been waiting for it his whole life.

You grabbed his waist and lowered him back against the couch. He spread his thighs with no hesitation, heart pounding in his chest, already flushed beneath the oversized T-shirt he’d stolen from you.

“I shouldn’t want this,” you muttered, dragging the fabric up his trembling stomach.

“But you do,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Just like I do.”

When you pulled the shirt over his head, your breath caught.

Smooth, pale skin. Perky little nipples. And between his spread legs—pink, glistening, untouched—his pussy was soaked. Lips slick and parted, pulsing for attention.

You hissed. “You’re wet already?”

His thighs trembled.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he admitted, breathless. “Fantasizing… Touching myself and pretending it was your fingers.”

You groaned, hand sliding down to press against his swollen folds. He cried out when your thumb teased the hood of his clit, hips twitching toward your palm.

“So sensitive,” you muttered. “You’ve never had anything inside here, have you?”

Jungwon bit his lip and shook his head. “Only my fingers. Never… not like this.”

Your cock was hard—aching. You freed it from your pants and slicked it with your spit, letting him watch. His eyes widened when he saw how thick you were.

“That won’t fit,” he breathed. “It’s too—”

“It’ll fit,” you growled, moving between his legs. “You’re gonna take all of it, baby.”

You hooked his knees up, spreading him wide, and rubbed the tip of your cock against his dripping folds. His pussy twitched with need, fluttering against your head.

Then you pushed in.

His hands flew to your shoulders, back arching as your thick cock split him open for the first time. Tight, hot, wet—so fucking tight.

“F-Fuck—” he sobbed, legs locking around your hips. “So big—hurts—”

“You’re doing perfect,” you grunted, slowly rocking deeper. “This little pussy was made to take me.”

You bottomed out with a groan, balls snug against him. Jungwon gasped, tears slipping down his cheeks from the stretch, but his pussy clenched around you hungrily.

“Y-You’re inside,” he whimpered. “So full—feels so full—”

You started to move, rolling your hips in slow, grinding thrusts. Jungwon’s hands gripped the couch cushions as he moaned louder with each one, his slick folds sucking you back in every time you pulled out.

“Look at you,” you growled. “So fuckin’ needy. You begged me for this, remember?”

“Please—” he cried. “F-Fuck me harder—want it all—need you to fill me up—”

You snapped your hips and he screamed, back arching as your cock pounded deep into his virgin cunt. His pussy fluttered, clenching around you with every thrust, soaking your cock in slick.

You leaned over him, one hand grabbing his throat, the other rubbing tight circles on his clit.

“Take it. Take everything.”

He came like that—legs shaking, lips parted, clit throbbing under your fingers while his tight little cunt spasmed around your cock.

You didn’t stop.

You flipped him over, pulled his hips up, and shoved back into him from behind. His face was buried in the cushions, hands clawing at the fabric, voice hoarse from crying out your name.

“Breed me,” he sobbed. “Please—put a baby in me—I need it—need to feel you drip out of me—”

You growled and fucked him faster, harder. He was so soaked now it was filthy—wet sounds echoing through the room, his slick cunt drooling around your cock with every thrust.

You reached under him, spread his lips apart with two fingers, and watched your cock disappear into the soaked heat of his pussy again and again.

When you came, it was with a snarl—hot spurts of cum flooding his clenching pussy. It leaked out almost instantly, dripping down his trembling thighs and onto the cushions.

You didn’t pull out.

You leaned down, pressed your hand to his belly, and whispered in his ear:

“You’re mine now. I’m not letting anyone else have this pussy.”

Jungwon whimpered.

“Good,” he whispered. “I never wanted anyone but you.”

(thanks for 400 followers by the way, i swear i had 300 a few days ago 👉👈).

[lululoveyy]

oo I love ur won ab riding is there a part 2 🙈

omg i had it already written, so you have a perfect mind mwah mwah💕💕

part 2 of ab riding

m. list

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: y. jungwon x fem! reader

ᡣ𐭩 genre: smut

ᡣ𐭩 tw: unprotected sex (wrap it), cowgirl position, handjob, orgasm denial

jungwon's breath hitches the second your weight slides down his body, the heat of you sinking closer. you drag your hands down his arms as you move, slow and deliberate, and then rest them on his hips. he’s trembling.

your thighs settle between his, and you let your lips press against the line of his stomach, tasting your own slick.

“you came on me and didn’t even touch me” he whispers. voice trembling.

you look up at him.

“you liked it,” you murmur.

he nods instantly, so eager. “loved it. i love when you use me. i love when you ride me like that. i just— i can’t take much more, please, please”

you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and he goes silent.

his hips twitch once, then still. obedient, waiting.

you drag them down slowly, inch by inch, watching the way his cock springs free. he’s hard. flushed, leaking, twitching at nothing. your mouth waters a little just looking at him.

he groans like he’s in pain. “baby, please. please touch me. it hurts, i—”

you trail your fingers down his thighs first. then up. avoiding where he wants you. dragging it out.

“look at you,” you whisper. “you’re shaking.”

“because of you,” he breathes. “because you’re perfect, and mean, and i’m— fuck— i’m gonna lose it”

you finally wrap one hand around him, gently. just a light stroke, from base to tip, and his whole body arches.

“fuuuuck”

you press your other hand flat to his hip to keep him still. “shh. be good. you wanted this, right?”

“yes,” he chokes out. “yes, yes, yes. thank you, thank you”

you pump him slow, barely squeezing, your thumb teasing over the tip where he’s already dripping. he’s falling apart under your touch, whining, panting, hips trying to thrust up, but you’re still controlling every second of it.

“i’m gonna cum,” he gasps. “already— i can’t. oh my god, please, can i? please?”

you pause.

his whole body stills under your hand, desperate eyes locked on yours.

“not yet,” you whisper, sweet and cruel.

your hand pulls away after a few slow strokes, and he lets out a breathless, strangled noise, like his body doesn’t know what to do with itself. his thighs twitch. his cock jerks helplessly in the space between you.

“you’re cruel,” he whispers. voice shaking. “so fucking cruel.”

you smile, sweet and unbothered.

“you love it.”

he nods immediately. “i do. i do, i just need— please, baby, i need to feel you. need to be inside, i’m gonna go insane”

and you move.

slowly, deliberately, you crawl back up over his body— eyes on his the whole time— and straddle his hips again. his cock presses up against your soaked panties now, throbbing right beneath the mess you made earlier.

he groans.

“fuck, you’re still wet.” he chokes. “i can feel it. i can feel it through your panties. please, please sit on me, i need you”

you rock your hips once, dragging yourself against him, and he moans like he’s already coming. his eyes squeeze shut, head tipping back, hands clenching the sheets now that you’ve let them go.

he looks down, eyes wide, already trembling. “you’re gonna ride me like that?” he asks, barely a whisper. “with your panties still on?”

you nod, slow, and lower yourself just enough to let him slip in.

he gasps— no, whimpers— hips jerking up before you slam them back down with your hand.

“stay still,” you murmur. “let me take my time.”

“oh my god,” he breathes, voice breaking. “you feel— fuck, you feel so good”

you sink down further, inch by inch, until he’s buried inside you, throbbing and shaking and trying so hard to be good.

his hands clutch the sheets. his lips are parted, eyes glassy

you start to move.

slow, grinding rolls of your hips. ruined panties dragged over him with every shift, wet and clinging and filthy. you ride him like that, lazy and cruel and soft, and he loses himself immediately.

“i’m not gonna last,” he gasps. “i’m not. i’m gonna cum so fast, baby, you feel too good, please, please, tell me when— tell me when i can—”

you lean down, your lips brushing his jaw.

“not yet”

he cries.

and you keep moving.

- lulu

requests open!!

[simp4jungwonn]

Caught

Pairing: You × Submissive roommate Jake

Synopsis:Jake comes back to the dorm unexpectedly and catches you playing with yourself and moaning his name

The dorm is quiet Jake’s supposed to be working late until 11 PM. You check the clock: 10:45. He hasn’t texted, and you decide to pass the time… alone. You lie back on your bed in just your lace bra and panties, phone in hand, scrolling through photos of him: messy hair, that gummy smile, the way his collarbones catch the light.

Without thinking, you slide your fingers beneath your panties, curling two of them inside you. You lean back on your elbows and close your eyes, imagining his strong hands instead of your own. You whisper his name “Jake…”

That’s all it takes. You rock your hips in slow circles, thumb brushing your clit through the thin fabric. His name falls from your lips again just louder this time.

You (breathy): “Jake… please…”

At that exact moment, the bedroom door clicks open. Panic jolts through you. you’re sure you locked it. Before you can scrabble for your panties, Jake’s in the doorway, shirted and stunned, eyes wide and pupils blown.

“You- I- are you… okay?”

Your cheeks turn red as you pull your panties back up, hand shaking. But what comes next surprises you both the look in his eyes, desire tempered with embarrassment. He steps into the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

He doesn’t lecture. Instead, he crosses the short space between you and kneels on the bed, one hand braced on the mattress. His cock is already straining against his jeans.“You… you said my name.” He said quietly.

You nod, your heart pounding. “I-” You swallow. “I want you.”

His bottom lip quivers. “Right now?”

You sit up and tug his zipper down. “Yes right now” you whisper, voice shaking with need.

Jake’s cheeks flush deeper, but he obeys. He kicks off his jeans and boxers, cock finally releasing from his tight jeans thick, and already glistening with pre cum. You lie back, legs parting, and guide him to your entrance. The first inch stretches you tightly, you gasp and help him go deeper.

He stays still for a second, chest brushing against yours, breathing heavy. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and begin to rock your hips down on him, slow at first. Jake’s fingers dig into the sheets, nails biting into the fabric as he whimpers.

“Fuck… you feel so good” His voice cracks on the words, and you smile against his lips. You pick up pace, bouncing on him, watching his face flush darker with every rock. When you lean forward to kiss his neck, you nip gently at the pulse there. “You like that?” You ask him in a teasing tone He nods, trembling. “Yes… God, yes…”

You slow down again, pulling nearly all the way off, leaving just the tip inside. Jake whimpers, hips twitching. “Don’t come yet.” You command

His eyes fly open wide. “Okay…” he pants.

You rock down fully, then lift off in a distracted tease, edging him closer to the edge. Each time you swallow him inch by inch, his whimpers grow louder:

“Please… don’t stop…”

You pull back entirely and trail a finger down his shaft, pumping him once as he groans your name. Then you slide back on, taking him deep, rocking your hips in soft circles that flood his entire length.

“I want you to beg.”

He bites his lip and leans in to kiss you

Your walls tighten around him. You pick up pace fast and hard. Jake’s moans fill the room, head thrown back, one fist gripping the sheets, the other gripping your hip

“I’m gonna- fuck- mommy”

You slow one last time, pulling his cock out again, and stroke him gently until he shudders. Then you sink back down on him as he spills deep inside you with a guttural moan. You ride out his release, rocking until his hips stutter to a stop.

You collapse beside him, and pull him into your chest, of his one arms curling around your waist. You rest your head on his shoulder and stroke his hair, both of you trembling from the intensity.

“That was amazing” he says tiredly

You smile sleepily. “It was” He presses a kiss to your temple and you both drift off to sleep.