#im putting some of them in the same homeroom class bc it's funny. still have to make sure rinku maho and muni are in 3 seperate classes in-

[caramelmochacrow]

Gonna ramble about my brand new AU that I don't know the name of yet. Eheh <3 (Cut cause.... I'm the ramblrerrrr)

The whole point of the AU is that the units aren't in DJ units anymore. They're in normal friend groups and stuff. Some of them are still connected to DJing, but some of them will get the DJ interest a bit axed. They're just sticking to their hobbies, lol. In this AU Yoba Academy's a "normal" Japanese school. As in, it gives as much chances to their other parts of the curriculum with the arts like in canon. Sooooo I'm just saying that Yoba becomes Nijigasaki High School from Love Live yeah.

For Arisugawa, Seiho and the unnamed University of Nagisa and Tsubaki, they're still the same. This also applies to ABCD's school.

Anyway, I have given myself "rules" to this AU. These rules mostly apply to the units in Yoba Academy because that's the school that's heavily affected by this AU. With this premise, it can lead to out of character things happening like crazy so:

The way the units meet must still be similar as it is in canon. Example: Peaky P-key met each other in middle school, so they'll still meet in middle school. Kyoko's interest in Shinobu's music caused all four of them to connect, so in the AU it's still the same.

If the character is closely related to DJing (like with the DJs), they must still keep that in *some way in their AU counterpart. If their connection to DJing isn't strong, that can be taken out. Example: Shinobu's very closely tied to DJing even though she has gaming as her hobby. So in this AU, Shinobu is a silent radio DJ in her grandfather's radio station. Esora isn't that connected to DJing compared to Shinobu, so she's part of the top 10 students of the second years in Yoba. (I'm not too sure on this one, mostly because if you take out the fact that she's a performer for Peaky, Esora has nothing to do at school.) *Note: They don't necessarily need to be a DJ in the AU. I'm thinking of making Haruna in this AU a vinyl record and vinyl player collector, so yeah.

Design-wise, they must wear one article of clothing they don't usually wear in their school uniform. This can be taken from an actual piece of clothing they have worn in their casual outfits/event outfits or just a piece of clothing I think they would wear in the AU. They must still wear the skirts, however. (This is to limit myself and get more create with designs, also I might give everyone pants and shorts if I don't.) Example: For winter, Yuka wears a letterman jacket she got as a gift from her father. This is because many people would think she's part of one of the sports clubs but, in actuality, she's part of the photography club.

They don't need to be in a club relating to their hobbies if it doesn't fit the character to decide to join one. Example: Muni's good at art and her hobby is art, but she wouldn't be part of the art club because she would be terrified of interacting with new people, especially because she would've decided this when she was a new student in Yoba Academy.

Their outfits (casual and a bit of their uniform) must be late 90s/early 2000s fashion inspired or Japanese fashion inspired. This is mostly because I don't like fashion today. Doesn't need to be one-to-one, just need to be inspired or have articles of clothing from that era/genre. I don't really have examples because I haven't design the girls yet but trust me on this.

I think I'll leave this post at that. I'll probs make a separate post talking abt the units. (Aka Peaky because that's the one I'm most sure of cause this AU happened because of White Return.)

[127tyong]

hi can you pls write a jungwoo one shot ??

enemies to fwb to lovers at a university ??

happy ending ajdhx

let it be there SMUT, fluff and angst 🤭

Lipstick

A/N: bb im in the hospital rn lol so if this feels unfinished its bc it very much so is but this thing has been in my drafts since u requested it, it was supposed to be like 10k words but im TIRED of this, so fuck it, here you go, have some smut.

Pairing: Jungwoo X Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst... fluff? for 2 seconds at the end

Warnings: non-con, jungwoo is mean, reader is meaner, loss of virginity, public(ish) sex

Word Count: 3.8k

Freshman Year of High School -15 years old

“...And, um, I just really like you! I promise I’ll be a good boyfriend!” Jungwoo shoved a bouquet of flowers at you. “Will you go out with me?” Jungwoo’s cheeks were a bright red, his friends behind him, cheering him on. 

You? Jungwoo? Not a chance. First of all, that fucking bowlcut is absolutely atrocious. Secondly, Jungwoo’s a nerd. The average engineering student. Truly, the whole nine yards. And lastly, who the hell asks someone on a date by buying her flowers? What the hell is he trying to prove? He’s got to be overcompensating for… something else.

You glanced at your friends behind you, trying to hold back your laugh, before flipping your head to Jungwoo. “You’re into me?” You laughed in Jungwoo’s face. “Sorry, but I don’t really go for guys who are packing a clit instead of a dick.” You pinched your fingers together, gesturing how small Jungwoo’s dick is. “I like dicks that are bigger than a tube of lipstick.”

You walked away with your friends, giggling at the thought of even dating Jungwoo.

And that’s how you met Jungwoo, and how he’d become the death of you.

~ Sophomore Year of High School -16 years old

“I promise I’ll be a good boyfriend!” Your friend presented you with imaginary flowers, like how Jungwoo did the year prior.

“Of course I’ll date you! I’ll love you and all 2 millimeters you have!” You gushed into her arms, laughing.

It turned out that the year after Jungwoo confessed, you and him ended up in the same homeroom. Everyone knew he confessed to you, like really, who buys a girl flowers to ask them out anymore? A few people thought you went too far, but most other people only talked about you for gossip.

Jungwoo was only focusing on his homework, trying to ignore you all with his earbuds in. 

“Hey!” Your friend ripped Jungwoo’s earbud out. “Have you ever even kissed a girl?”

“Of course he hasn’t!” You laughed at him.

“That’s not funny!” One of his friends tried to stick up for him. “It’s not like he can help it!”

You bursted out laughing. “He can’t help it! Isn’t that just admitting defeat?”

Your teacher slammed the door open and pointed at you. “My office, miss.” You, of course, got detention, but you still didn’t stop teasing Jungwoo.

Junior Year of High School -17 years old

“How the hell did he get a girlfriend before me?” You hissed, applying lipstick in the mirror in the school bathroom.

“Maybe because everyone’s scared to ask you out.” Your friend was brushing her hair next to you.

You smacked your lips together and put your lipstick away. “How? Aren’t I hot?” She smacked the hairbrush onto the sink counter. “You realize you humiliated Jungwoo when he tried to ask you out, right?”

“Yeah? So? He’s ugly anyways.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, come on, it really was just the haircut that was bad. Besides, it’s how you’re known now. You and him still don’t get along, and let’s be real, he did manage to pull, when you haven’t in 3 years! Everyone thinks you’re a bully!”

“Ugh!” You zipped your backpack and went to class.

That little blonde girl was sitting in your seat, next to Jungwoo, practically drooling over each other. You really didn’t see what Jungwoo saw in her. Her lipstick was not her color, and that cakey makeup did not help her pores at all. Pore-filling primer exists!

“Get out of my seat.” You stood over her, slamming your backpack on her desk.

She shrieked as if she saw a spider, jumping up in the seat. “You scared me!” She screamed.

“What the fuck is your problem!” Jungwoo stood up, holding onto her arm and hugging her.

“Class is starting.” You rolled your eyes, pulling the chair out behind Jungwoo’s girlfriend, forcing her to stand.

Jungwoo sat back down, but not without his girlfriend climbing onto his lap, hugging him, whiningly crying. 

“Jesus Christ!” You groaned, sitting down. “I slammed my backpack down! I didn’t fucking punch you!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jungwoo yelled back at you. “Oh, so you can defend your girlfriend but can’t fight back when it’s about you?” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. “How pathetic.”

“Yes, because unlike you, I care about people other than myself!”

You stood up and grabbed his girlfriend by her arm, pulling her off Jungwoo’s lap. “How about you go back to your seat?” You let go of her, pushing her back. You stood over Jungwoo. “Get a fucking grip, I’m only acting nice because I actually want to get into college.”

Jungwoo’s girlfriend transferred out of your high school that week, and as much as he tried to blame you, the other students vouched for you, saying she was overreacting.

~ Senior Year of High School -18 years old

“Fucking whore.” One of Jungwoo’s friends snickered at you as you walked past him in the halls.

You grabbed him by his backpack. “You wanna repeat that?” You glared at him.

“Let him go!” Jungwoo yelled at you. 

You pushed him away from you. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, lipstick dick?”

“And how would you know, you fucking whore?” Jungwoo snapped back at you.

“Yeah? At least I’m getting some, unlike you! Can’t even pleasure a girl if you tried! Maybe you should learn how to find the clit instead of playing League!” At this point, your friends were pulling on your arm, trying to get you to leave.

“You, and you.” A teacher pointed at you and Jungwoo, fuming. “My office, now.”

~ After being scolded for being loud and disruptive, you and Jungwoo were left to “reconcile” alone in the office.

“This is your fault.” You scoffed. “I haven’t even teased you since sophomore year.” “And you’re only doing that so you can get into college.” He rolled his eyes at you. “And do you really think I can’t find the clit? Please, you know I fucked my girlfriend from junior year, right?” “No.” You sighed. “Do you know I’m still a virgin, right?”

Jungwoo sharply exhaled. “Yeah.”

“Come up with an insult more creative than “whore” then.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Jungwoo stood up and unzipped his pants.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You hissed, trying to not scream.

“Well, while we’re getting it all out there…” He began to pump his cock in his hand, hardening it, precum already dripping.

He was fucking huge. It wasn’t even 2 inches, more like 12. Breathy gasps left Jungwoo’s throat, getting himself off in front of you.

“Come here.” You hissed at him. He did as you told him. “Wipe your fucking hand.” You grabbed a tissue off the desk in front of you, handing it to him. You began to lick the precum off his cock, then slipped his cock in your mouth. You moved quickly, trying to not get caught. Jungwoo’s moans let you know you were doing well, and you just kept bobbing your head on his dick, not caring about the tears running down your cheeks and the saliva dribbling down your mouth and onto your throat.

Finally, Jungwoo came down your throat, prompting you to swallow.

“You owe me.” You snarled at him as he zipped his pants up and you wiped your face. “Give me your phone number.”

“I guess I can really call you a whore now.” He sat back down next to you, laughing.

~

“You’re smart, right? I need your help applying to colleges.” You asked Jungwoo, calling him a few days later on the weekend. He hummed. “Come to my house, my parents aren’t home. I’ll text you my address.” And just like that, you were sitting on Jungwoo’s bed, on your phone, having him apply to all the same colleges he was.

“You know, usually “help” means I assist you, not I do everything for you.” Jungwoo snarled at you.

You clicked the power button on your phone, angrily tossing it to the side. “And what?” “I mean that you should be helping me, at least!” Jungwoo spun around his desk chair to look at you. “I don’t even know your address! How am I supposed to write a personal essay when I can’t be very personal!”

“Just write whatever you want!” You groaned. “It’s not that big of a deal!” “What are you even majoring in?” Jungwoo punched his desk, scaring you.

You sat on Jungwoo’s lap, trying to calm him down. “I don’t know, I’m not interested in anything!” “We go to a technical high school! You’ve been studying mechanical engineering for 4 fucking years! I’m saying you’re majoring in mechanical engineering, fucking dumb slut…”

“Fucking dumb slut?” You slid under Jungwoo’s desk, unzipping his pants. 

“You know that’s not what I meant!” Jungwoo hissed.

You rolled your eyes, Jungwoo’s dick hardening in your hands either way. “Shut up and stop pretending you invited me over when you’re home alone just to work.” You dove in, nose pressed against Jungwoo’s stomach. 

“Wait, I’m not… Fuck.” Jungwoo’s last effort to lie to himself ended. He knew he wanted you. 

Your throat sloppily sucked off Jungwoo, his hands in your hair.

“Stop.” He pulled your head off of him. “Get on my bed, at least.”

“Wait…” You crawled out from under Jungwoo’s desk. “I told you I’m a virgin, I mean…”

Jungwoo pushed you onto his bed, making you lay on your back. “You’re right, I didn’t invite you over just to help you, so don’t act surprised now. You knew I was going to fuck you, right?” Jungwoo reached under your skirt, pulling your thong to the side. “Only a whore or a girl planning on getting fucked would wear a thong under her skirt… You want me to believe you’re not a whore, so that only leaves one other option…”

A finger slid inside you, forcing a moan out of you.

“Aw, look how wet you are! Admit it, you want to fuck me!” He slipped his middle finger out of your cunt and into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

“Fine! I want you to fuck me! Is that what you wanted to hear?” You gently bit down on his finger.

“Even while begging me to fuck you, you’re still a fucking bitch.” Jungwoo’s plump lips kissed your cheek, then trailed down to your neck. His fingers went back inside you, thumb rubbing your clit whilst his fingers pumped inside you.

“Ugh, hurry up and do it.” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You really think you can take it without even a bit of foreplay?” Jungwoo scoffed, licking his fingers. “Fine, I’ll do what you want this time, I guess I should have a sense of responsibility since I’m taking your virginity.” You felt the head of Jungwoo’s cock on your pussy lips. “I’ll put it in all at once, okay?” He quickly kissed your forehead, hands on your cheeks.

“Okay…” You closed your eyes, trying to stop yourself from getting worked up. At first, all you could feel was pain, then the feeling of being filled with Jungwoo’s warmth. 

Jungwoo looked at your tear-filled eyes, trying to gauge your pain level. “Does it hurt?” 

“You fucking asshole.” You gritted your teeth, tears falling down. “How dare you cum inside me right now!” You smacked his chest. “So mean, always so fucking mean to me…”

“Sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to, I seriously…” Jungwoo kissed your nose, letting you warm up to him.

“I hate you so much, so, so much…” Your hands pushed against his waist, digging your nails into his sides.

Jungwoo laughed into your neck, his lips trailing down your neck and landing on your shoulder. “I think I hate you more.”

You scoffed. “You say that but you’ve already came inside me… Whatever, you can move now, by the way…”

 “As you wish.” He was slow at first, but his speed rapidly quickened…

You didn’t know if he was that mad at you, years of hate and resentment building up into this moment, or if he just needed to fuck someone so badly that he was willing to do it to you, but either way, you would be lying if you said it didn’t feel good… 

His lips licking and sucking on your neck, one of his hands kneading one of your breasts, the other gripping the sheets above your head.

“Jungwoo…” You moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Slow down a little…” You felt like you were panting, tongue sticking out.

“Too cute. You know how much I hate you and you still are about to cum on my dick?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please please please…” You looked up at him with tear filled eyes, not even having to say anything for him to know what you wanted.

“Good girl.” He bottomed out, his whole cock deep inside you, cumming again.

You pulled Jungwoo’s chest towards yours as you reached your own high, kissing his lips.

“So good…” Jungwoo pulled away. “Felt so good around my cock.”

You pushed him away, sitting up. “You need to buy me plan B.” You kissed Jungwoo’s cheek.

~

“Hi!” Jungwoo waved at you at school the next day.

“Dude, what the fuck?” One of Jungwoo’s friends slapped Jungwoo’s arm. “Since when do you talk to her?”

“Literally!” Your own friend looked at you. “What’s going on?”

You pinched your nose bridge. “Jungwoo, come here!” You grabbed Jungwoo’s arm and yanked him into the janitor’s closet.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jungwoo hissed. “Now everyone probably thinks we’re dating!”

“They started thinking that way when you waved at me! Like we’re some stupid enemies to lovers trope!” You smacked Jungwoo’s arm, pushed up against him to avoid getting your uniform dirty from the chemicals in the closet. “Listen, you can’t just talk to me during school! Pretend you still hate me or something!”

“No.” Jungwoo’s body was completely against yours now, his boner pressing against your womb. “That pill is supposed to last a day, right? So it’s okay if I cum inside you?”

The late bell rang. “Jungwoo, I have to go to class…”

“We’re already late… let’s just ditch.” Jungwoo pushed you against the door. “Good. This door locks from the inside.” Jungwoo twisted the lock. “You have to be quiet still, but at least other students won’t come in…”

Jungwoo hiked your skirt up. “You’re wearing a thong again?”

“I… I have to do my laundry…” You bit your lip, silently cursing yourself.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Jungwoo moved your thong over to the side.

You pushed him away from you, pressing your back against the door. “Can’t we at least wait till we get home?” “Do you not find me attractive anymore?” Jungwoo’s head fell onto your shoulder. 

“When did I ever say that? All I’m saying is that you should do this kind of stuff with a girl you actually love…” You hugged Jungwoo, your arms around his neck. 

“But I-”

Suddenly, the door unlocked. “You two?!” A teacher opened the door.

~

“So… Jungwoo started crying and you were comforting him?” You were sitting in the same office you had sucked Jungwoo off in just a few days ago. “Last week you were at each other’s throats, and this week you’re ditching class- which I might add you have nearly perfect attendance- to comfort him?”

“I guess we… suddenly grew up.” You bit your lip, hoping it would cover for you two.

The teacher sighed. “I hear you both applied for the same colleges.”

Jungwoo nodded. “Yeah.”

“And you’re both going into mechanical engineering?” You felt like the teacher was interrogating you, rather than punishing you.

“Yeah.” You replied. “Can we leave?”

“You two are lucky that it was me who caught you and not your principal!” The sentence made you roll your eyes. 

Jungwoo stood up. “I don’t care anymore, I’m leaving.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”

“Oh… sure.” You grabbed your bag and followed him out of the school.

“So, you said my place?”

And that was the start of Jungwoo’s obsession with filling up your womb…

~

Midsummer

You got a text from Jungwoo. “Come over to my place now.”

You knew that could only mean one thing… He wants to fuck you. But you would still be there in less than 30 minutes.

“Jungwoo?” You unlocked the front door with the key that he gave you when summer started. 

No response, so you slipped your shoes off and walked into Jungwoo’s bedroom.

His aura let you know how mad he was. “Get on the bed.”

You scoffed, putting your phone on his nightstand. “Come on, Jungwoo, you know that’s not how we do this… At least tell me what’s wrong-”

“Get on the bed where you belong, you fucking slut.” Jungwoo’s hand wrapped around your neck, slamming you into the wall behind you, his lips on your ear, his heavy breath the only thing you could hear.

You furiously nodded. “O-okay.”

“Good girl.” He let go of your neck.

You started undressing, taking off your skirt.

“Fucking-” Jungwoo shoved you onto the bed then took something out of his nightstand. 

The shiny metal let you know it could only be one thing… “Handcuffs?”

He handcuffed your hands together, pinning them above your head. “You look prettier like this. You’d look prettier if I could cover your mouth with duct tape.”

“Please, just talk to me…” You whispered. “Tell me why you’re mad.”

“Last night, I went on a date, and you know what I thought about?” Jungwoo glared into your eyes, quickly pulling out his cock from the band of his sweatpants and lining it up to your cunt.

“What?” You croaked out.

He thrust his whole length inside you, just like how he did the night he took your virginity. 

“You.” 

“But… why?” You felt yourself adjusting to his length, cunt getting used to the constant abuse Jungwoo led you to believe was normal.

“I fucking hate you so much, you made my life hell, and I don’t even like looking you in the eyes… but you feel so good around my dick that I can’t help but to forgive you.” Jungwoo began thrusting inside you, wet noises coming from in between your legs.

“Jungwoo, get off me.” You cried out, not really knowing how to feel about the situation.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, I fucking hate you.”

“If you hate me so much, just push me away… We don’t have to do this…” Tears fell down your cheeks, not even able to wipe them with your hands restrained.

With a deep sigh, Jungwoo brushed your tears away, pulling out. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No… I still want you to cum inside me.” You sighed, letting yourself give into Jungwoo’s wishes.

He thrusted his length back inside you with a sigh. “There’s the little whore I know you as.”

“Cum inside me…” You whined, letting Jungwoo use you however he wanted.

“I fucking hate you, this is all you’re good for…” Jungwoo pulled your shirt up, exposing your breasts, biting onto your nipple.

“Cumming!” Your back arched, feeling Jungwoo’s load fill you up.

“You’re so perfect.” Jungwoo whined onto your chest. “So good. So perfect…”

~

1st day of classes -19 years old

“Jungwoo?” You saw Jungwoo walk into your first class.

“Ugh. I thought I was going to survive the school year without having to see your ugly ass everyday.” Jungwoo sat next to you, rolling his eyes.

“Do I need to remind you that I sucked your dick last night?” You scoffed at him.

“Good morning everyone! Welcome to NCIT!” The teacher’s aid spoke loudly, his voice echoing in the room.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna be here.” Jungwoo sunk onto your shoulder, his arm around your waist.

“I’ll be sending you all an assignment online for today! We’ll just be doing icebreakers for now, so get into pairs or groups of 3!”

“Me and you?” You asked Jungwoo.

“Sure.”

You logged into your laptop and looked at the assignment. “Kim Jungwoo.” You typed in his name. “Okay, when’s your birthday?”

“February 19th. Did you not know that?” Jungwoo looked at you, silently judging.

“Do you know my birthday?” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away.

“It’s in… spring? Or fall?” Jungwoo’s smile dropped when he saw how sad you looked.

You slapped Jungwoo’s arm off you. “Wow, I’m hurt.”

“I’m joking, Jesus Christ! Your friends always made a big deal about your birthday on social media, how could I not know!”

“Good.” You intertwined your fingers with Jungwoo’s, unsure about why the statement made you so happy.

You let Jungwoo wrap his arm back around your waist, his rings digging into your skin, his silence making you feel uneasy.

“So, got any plans tonight?” You broke the silence.

“Yeah.” Jungwoo raised his head to look you in the eyes. “You.” ~ Usually, when Jungwoo says he wants to “do you”, he means he wants to fuck you. So, it was weird to be stuck sitting in Jungwoo’s dorm room at night with a sock on the door just… eating dinner with him.

“I hope you like kimchi stew. It’s the only thing I know how to make besides kimbap.” Jungwoo handed you the bowl of soup.

“...Yeah.” You felt silly sitting there with your panties soaked, sticking against your cunt as you sipped the broth. “I think this is the first time we’ve actually eaten with each other.”

Jungwoo sighed, eating. “It’s not like we’re friends. Or dating.”

“Isn’t that weird to you?” You looked up at him, slamming your spoon back into the bowl. “You took my virginity!”

“You gave it to me.” Jungwoo dropped his spoon. “I never asked you for anything. I told you I like you so many times! You’re the one who pushes me away!”

“I… fuck.” You stood up. 

“Where are you going?” Jungwoo followed you to the door. 

You ran your hands over your face. “I just… Need air. Or…”

Jungwoo wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing you into a hug. “Stay. Please.” “Why? Don’t you hate me?” You dropped your arms and rested your head on Jungwoo’s chest.

“I never, for even one second, could let myself hate you. I always liked you, and I still do…” Jungwoo’s grip around your waist tightened. 

“Do you love me?” You looked up at Jungwoo, your chin on his chest.

Jungwoo leaned down, his lips kissing yours, his hands in your hair. “Of course I do.”

“I love you too.” 

Jungwoo laughed, spinning you around to bring you into a back hug. “Can I buy you flowers?”