#Kim Jungwoo X Female Reader

[thesafecafe]

NCT 127: Helping their Black GF on wash day

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to help you out on wash day, and you let him, but not without some interesting adventures along the way!

CW: None really, sfw, fluff, specifically black fem reader, aspects of black hair, gifs not mine hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a reflection of the idol or their behavior in real life, this is simply a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Johnny:

Johnny is no stranger to seeing you do your hair

he often watches as you do your hair, a quiet type curiosity in his eyes

when you ask him to help, he’s a little incredulous at first

“You want me to help?” 

but his brief moment of uncertainty is hidden instantly by fake confidence

“Of course babe, I got this! It’s me we’re talking about!”

spoiler: he does not have this 

he struggles getting the brush through your head, and detangling? a catastrophe 

he’s good at distributing the shampoo and conditioner, but then you’re on your own girl

blow drying is fairly easy, since all he does is hold the dryer where you tell him, and helping you choose a style

if you want help styling it? Girl, you better call the father, the son, and the holy spirit

your hair manages to get done eventually; it might look a little odd, but it’s done

“See babe, I told you I got this!”

Taeyong

curious little bean about your hair

is hesitant at first, as he doesn’t want to mess up your hair or hurt you

“Are you sure babe? You trust me that much?”

when you reassure him that you indeed do trust him with your beautiful hair, he’ll get all smiley 

asks you for step by step instructions, and is so so gentle

even when helping you put in products for washing or drying your hair feels like a full on scalp massage

which you compliment him on

“Ah, you like it? I’ll remember babe!”

the more you compliment him, the more he’ll melt, just falling in love with you harder at each remark

some steps have you helping him out, such as combing out your hair and blow drying

which he’ll insist he can do if he just watches a tutorial (he wants to be able to do it for you on his own)

but as he helps you do a simple style, he sees it as a bonding experience 

“Let’s do this again next time babe!”

Yuta:

Another curious one, but he is in awe of everything about the process

“This much product?! Really?”

you teach him the products, and he commits each one to memory

genuinely curious about a few of the oils and conditioners

“Do you think it’ll work for me? They smell really good!”

he steps in when your arms start to get tired, and you need help twisting it for pre parting

he realizes that you have to do this every time you wash your hair and his heart goes out to you

“Let me help again next time, it’s so much for one person to do all alone!”

he’s very sweet, taking breaks when you need, and gets you snacks, water, arms rubs, whatever you need

such a supportive boyfriend and wonderful listener

he’ll listen attentively as you instruct him on how to braid your hair, before the both of you jointly braid your hair into pretty box braids

“These are so good babe! You think I could get paid to do it?”

(as if he’s not a full time celebrity) but you tell him yes anyway

nothing wrong with a confidence boost

Doyoung:

Intimidated off the bat

you have a LOT of hair, and Doyoung knows so LITTLE about it

will whine a little bit before he settles into the idea

“Babe, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a hair dresser, hence my job choice.”

but when you say you’ll ask someone else, he protests immediately

pulls you back into the bathroom with a pout on his face

“You can’t ask them! They don’t know anything!”

you spare him of the fact that neither does he, but you allow him to help

he kind of observes first, allowing you to demonstrate

when you offer him a brush or a comb, he takes the, slowly following along with your steps

your soft encouragement helps him to keep going, even earning you a smile

“I guess it’s not so hard after all! Your hair is really pretty by the way”

it’s not his first time telling you that, since he loves your hair, but it still makes you shy

he follows your instructions completely, allowing you to guide his hands when he forgets a step

when you are eventually finished, Doyoung will observe your hair in the mirror, slowly turning your head side to side in his hands

“I really did that! We did it!” 

he’s cheering and happy, and he’ll be way more open to helping you next time, because practice makes perfect

Jungwoo:

“You trust me? Ah, such a confident girl”

a real jokester (but it’s to keep his nervousness at bay)

he’s praying he doesn’t rip any hair out

he uses a bit more than the recommended amount 

aka he squeezed the bottle too hard and now your hair is saturated in shampoo

but a little extra product never hurt anybody!

he’ll have you bent over the sink, pouring  water over the back of your hair with a giant bowl

Jungwoo, you don’t need to drown your client, come on now

he nearly knocks you of the chair during blow drying, but it is unintentional, (unlike some members)

it’s a bit of a bumpy ride when it comes to combing out and detangling, but you get through it

“All right, what’s next?”

he’ll think he’s a professional once you have him help you part and section your hair, massaging in your usual products

he watches in fascination as you style your hair, a curious awe present in his facial expressions

“You really are amazing babe.”

Mark:

why you decided to ask for help from Mark is a mystery 

“Yo, really? Are you sure? Dude, that’s like, huge!”

is grateful for the opportunity, but please help him

he does not know what he’s doing, and this is more of a tutorial than him helping

he’ll help by handing you different products, but he mostly asks questions about different things

“You have two conditioners? Wait why?”

you explain everything with patience, telling him what it does for your hair, and what works for your hair type

“So your hair is a mixture of two different patterns? Ahh, that explains so much!

he recognizes a few things that you have, like coconut and jojoba oil

but the purpose of leave in conditioner escapes him until you explain

it really is an interesting experience with Mark, especially when you mix together different products together

his mind is blown 

“Yo, you’re Y/N the scientist! Who else mixes things like that?”

He’ll help you trim your hair after you give yourself a silk press, admiring the way it looks, telling you how good you look

Haechan:

Oh, he is an excited boy

very, very excited, he has been waiting for this day to come

you never let anyone touch your hair, not even him, and now you want his help? best day ever

he’ll tease you though, telling you he’ll charge you for his services

“These professional hands come with a price babe” (such a menace)

he will use your product bottles as weapons of mass...hair destruction?

“I will conquer and vanquish the dragon!” he says while threateningly pointing a shampoo bottle at your head

the hair is not our enemy, put down the bottle sir

he is genuinely happy as he washes your hair, blow drying and oiling it after with no problem

(aside form him trying to knock you off the chair on purpose)

he helps you to do a roller set, which intrigues him 

“Oh, so  you have a dryer chair in the corner! I never noticed that was there!”

He will offer to help you get ready for bed after as well

massaging your scalp and making sure you have good circulation before bed

he will demand matching bonnets once he sees yours though, so be prepared to share

[miffywoo]

Porsche Princess - K.JW

New F1 AU Series Trailer Team Principal!Kim Jungwoo x Driver!Reader

word count: 360 tw: none content: slow burn drama female reader, 2024 f1 season cast, and more. for my non-f1 mutuals, team principals are basically the executive coaches in the sport, in f1 there are two drivers and 1 team principal per team! for my non-kpop mutuals, he's just cute as fuck lol. pls like, reblog, or comment if you like it! it helps alot :')

NEW TEASER - HERE

In the high-speed world of Formula 1, barriers are meant to be broken, records shattered, and hearts raced. Y/n L/n, the first female driver in the 21st century, joins the new Porsche Kia Formula 1 Racing Team on the paddock. Where every second on the track writes history by redefining the limits of physics and society. At her side, team principal Jungwoo Kim, the youngest F1 team principal in the sports history. Whos background in leadership and engineering are about to be tested in the crusible of world class racing. 

As Y/n's aggressive driving captivates the world, her dynamic with the enigmatic Jungwoo doesn't just spark rumors; it ignites a slow-burning flame watched eagerly by eyes around the globe. From the paddocks to the glamorous after-parties, every penalty, win, and heart-pounding moment is captured, raising not just their profiles but suspicions and hopes of a romance blooming against the backdrop of the racing world's relentless pressure. 

However, with every podium finish and shared glance, the lines between professional and personal blur. Drive to Survive cameras circle, media speculates, and fans are on the edge of their seats, wondering if Y/n and Jungwoo can navigate their feelings amid the high stakes of Formula 1 racing. Will their relationship crash under the intense spotlight, or will they find love on the victory lap? Can Y/n and Jungwoo handle the pressures of their growing fame and the escalating whispers of their potential affair? 

Join Y/n and Jungwoo as they race through challenges on and off the track, where passion meets precision, and every heart-pounding moment could lead to victory or heartbreak. In the world of F1, nothing is certain except the speed at which the world can change when you dare to risk it all. Dive into this F1 season of firsts, how her title as the Porsche Princess defines on and off the track, see what's won and what is lost.  

authors note: hi everyone! i go by mimi and I hope you enjoyed this trailer so far. this is my first creative writing piece that i'm sharing so i appreciate any support on this. i've actually been super nervous abt releasing this but i really look forward to sharing this series with you guys. for reference ive been following f1 for quite some time now and i've recently got back into kpop, so i thought there has to be atleast one person out there might like this au (i hope). i might make a taglist just lmk if youre interested, im still navigating how to use tumblr like this so bear with me-- it also just depends if anyone even likes this djfdkfjf so we'll see how this goes ok this is getting long sorry. but i intend to namely use the 2024 season grid (to the best of my abilities lol) and will also include a love triangle with another driver oop if you read this far then you heard it first kdfjdkjfsdlkfj disclaimer: i do not own f1 and drive to survive, this is written under my own inspiration and creative purposes only! all pictures and divers are from tumblr and pinterest oki thank u.

just posted the sneak peak here :3

[8myass]

.. happier .. pairing. kim jungwoo x female reader genre. angst, smut pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. you took away the only thing that made him happy, so he gave you no choice but to give all of you to him. wc. 3.6k cw. enemy/ex-friend!jungwoo, assistant manager!jungwoo, dom!jungwoo, manager!reader, sub!reader tw. mentions alcohol consumption, mentions sexual harassment, woo is very unhinged and delusional, choking, gaslighting, cursing, noncon (don’t like, don’t read), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), clit play, woo’s disrespectful, hickeys, biting, dacryphilia, crying (so much crying), tit slapping, fingering, degradation, name calling (‘baby’, ‘boss’, ‘babe’), hair pulling, breeding, implied kidnapping a/n. yeah, this is late, my bad 🤭 but i did FINALLY get it posted, sorry for making y’all wait. but i didn't expect to write jungwoo like this?? yet here we all are side note: the jaehyun fic is coming, everything i’ve been writing for it is pure crap so i have to keep trashing it and starting over, but i’ll get there eventually :,)

He made one mistake – ONE – and it paved the way for you to jump right into his spot as manager of the company. He was now only the assistant manager to you. You would now boss him around. You were above him, you stole his position that he’s worked so hard to earn, you ruined his goddamn life.

Sure, his mistake was a rather big one. Showing up to the office drunk… He should’ve known he would be punished profusely for such a disturbance, but who were you to steal his place in the company when he made one mistake?? He’s the best worker that place has ever seen, how could they abandon him like that without even considering how he’d feel? And you. How could you accept that position so gratefully when you knew he was more deserving? 

You’ve been trying to steal his job away from him for ages now, haven’t you? 

He hated the fact that you were so happy in your new managerial role; you were way too cocky about bossing him around and telling him what to do. How could he even look at you as anything more than he previously did when he was the one who trained you when you first showed up to be working alongside him? I mean, of course, you’d be happy, it was a good job. An amazing job, really. But why didn’t you stop to consider how he felt? You didn’t even care.

“Done,” he snorted, throwing a stack of papers onto your desk with a loud thud.

You sighed deeply, gazing up into his narrowed eyes with a softness in yours, “Thank you, Woo. I really appreciate all you’ve been doing to help me around here. It’s hard work. I don’t know how you were able to do it all the time without making it seem like you were struggling; it always looked so easy when you were doing it.”

“Mhm,” he grunted, slamming the door to your office, which was once his, on his way out. It shook the picture frames hanging from the wall the door was attached to. You sighed again, closing your eyes and attempting to think about how close the two of you were in the distant past. Before you got this job offer, you were like two peas in a pod, then he came into the office one day, drunk off his ass with not a single thing keeping him from rubbing up on the girls to make them uncomfortable or cursing out the rest of his colleagues. You wanted to reject the proposal, but you felt he was in need of a punishment for that. I mean, you were even a victim of his unusually unpleasant touches. You tried to stop him from making a fool of himself, knowing how unlike him he was when he was under the influence of alcohol, but you couldn’t get him out of the office before the boss showed up and kicked him out. He was lucky he wasn’t fired and being demoted was the only thing that happened to him. 

You could tell he held it against you. Just by the way he spoke to you anymore, he was clearly bitter about the turn of events. However, he needs to understand that if it weren’t you taking that role as the company manager, it would be another person that works at the office who might be far less skilled at their job than you. He couldn’t just go unpunished because you rejected the offer of a promotion. He’d be completely demoted, possibly moved out of all managerial roles if you had denied them. But he just couldn’t see that, and every time you tried to explain that to him behind closed doors in the safety of your home, he would seem to get even pissier at you, deeming every word that escaped your mouth a lie.

You gave up trying, eventually. You can easily assume he noticed because he only got worse with you. He stopped doing his job, treating you with the most disrespect you’ve ever fallen victim to in your life, forcing you to cover for him as he leaves the office to run silly errands, leaving you doing his job in more ways than one. It was all a pity party with him, really. So when it got to the point where you were going home crying every night, parking your car on the side of the road because your vision was too blurred to see the path in front of you clearly, you had no choice but to confront him about it. Of course, it wasn’t the easiest thing for you to do. I mean, you hated confrontation more than anything, but it was necessary. 

You have such dread running through your tense little body as you reach your hand up toward Jungwoo’s front door, softly pounding your knuckles against the wood. You hoped, pleaded with every fiber of your being that he wouldn’t be home, that he would be out somewhere doing something and he wouldn’t be there to answer the door. But he was. He opened the door in not even a minute, staring at you with a blank expression as he snapped, “Yes? Can I help you, boss?”

You always told him not to call you that and you’d always correct him whenever he did, but today was not the day for you to be sweet to him and treat him in a friendly manner. “Can I come in? I have to talk to you and you weren’t in the office yesterday for us to talk then.”

“If I wasn’t in the office, why would you tell the head department that I was?” he chuckled, leaning down slightly so his breath was felt on your lips. Had he expected this to intimidate you? Intimidation? You figured he’d pull out some of his special games, but you wouldn’t be intimidated. He seems to forget how tough you are.

“Would you like me to correct my mistake? Because I gladly will. I simply thought you’d be able to appreciate all the work I’ve been doing on your behalf just to cover your ass while you’re out and about doing god knows what when you should be sitting at your chair in your office actually working,” you snuffed, which made him instantly retract away from you, eyes narrowing.

He sighed and stepped to the side of the walkway, motioning with his hand for you to enter. You did just that and walked through the opened door, looking around the entrance with an air of cockiness, “I feel like I’ve never been here before, you’ve really changed this place around.”

“What do you want?” he refused an answer to your comment, asking a question of his own.

“Shall we sit?” you turned to him with an innocent smile on your gorgeous face. To say Jungwoo hasn’t had quite a thing for you would’ve been the biggest lie. He previously had feelings for you, that was until you fucked him over like you had. Now, he can’t understand how he feels about you anymore. You were still so beautiful in his eyes, but cruel all the same.

He led you to a place in the living room, allowing you to sit on a couch, him next to you, leaning back against the arm of the chair so he could face you, snickering, “What’s this about? I’m kinda in the middle of something, could we hurry this along?”

“I will drag it on further if you keep getting snippy with me,” you snorted, rolling your eyes before sucking in a deep breath and continuing as soon as he sat up straight, eyes slightly widening. He’s never heard you raise your voice like he just had, even when you two were close friends. It was odd hearing the loud side of you for the first time in his life. “You need to stop leaving the office, Jungwoo. I’m not gonna keep covering for you, I just can’t anymore. If they find out I was covering for you like that, I’ll be in trouble alongside you.”

“You act as if I’d care if you get in trouble,” he scoffed, leaning toward you with a sly smirk, “I hope you get in trouble.”

“And you need to stop with the disrespect, I’m tired of leaving work crying over something you said to me. I miss you, Woo. I miss you as a friend,” you sighed deeply, inhaling the scent of the perfume that he always wore. That scent always drove you crazy.

“Then quit,” he shrugged nonchalantly as if he had no care about how hurt you were feeling right now.

“Jungwoo,” you nearly teared up at the thought of losing him forever, just because of a job that he practically gave up the moment he walked into those doors drunk. “Please, I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You already lost me, baby,” he purred, palm resting on your jaw as his thumb caressed your reddening cheek, “I hope you understand, you took my happiness away, so I’ll get it back by taking yours in turn.”

“How did I take your happiness?” you sniffled, voice shaky, “You showed up drunk and expected to come to work the next day like normal.”

“You didn’t have to take my job,” he growled, hand slipping down around your throat to gently squeeze. 

You gasped, reaching up to attempt to pry his grip off of your neck, “J-Jungwoo, wh-what are you do-doing?!”

“You wanted to come here and lecture me about treating you better, but you’ve been the one who’s treating me like absolute shit? You’ve been so cocky since you were promoted, rubbing your ‘boss’ title in my face like my job wasn’t my entire fucking life. How am I supposed to treat you with respect when I don’t respect you anymore in the slightest?” he glared, upper lip twitching out of agitation, his grasp on your neck was tightening with every passing moment. You struggled to get out of his grip, but he was too strong, a lot stronger than you thought he’d be.

“Yo-you know I didn’t me-mean it t-that way,” you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks as fear sprung through you. Is he gonna kill me? was the only thing keeping your brain from shattering into pieces, letting yourself give into the temptation of losing every breath to his rough hold.

He finally let you go, pushing you back against the couch to collide his lips with you, his own body falling on top of yours. As you let out a large breath of unreleased air into his mouth, you realized the situation you had gotten yourself into now. His hand was still around your throat, but he wasn’t squeezing it anymore. His other hand was pinning your wrists above your head so you couldn’t fight him off, legs parting your own as his body deeply pressed against yours, that enticing scent of his was consuming you. You felt like he was eating you whole, taking everything from you with just a simple kiss. His tongue wasn’t gentle with yours, roughly exploring the entirety of your mouth as he grinded against your hips.

He soon pulled away from the kiss, squeezing your neck tightly again so any noises you made would be incomprehensible. He looked down at the way your bodies were rubbing against each other, he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, gazing into your glossy eyes, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips before whispering, “Is this disrespectful, boss?”

You nodded, but you were unable to speak, only gasping for relief at the tightness of your airway.

He laughed almost maniacally, connecting your lips before he could speak anymore, digging himself further. But as soon as his lips met yours, something new and disgusting snapped inside him. Could he really be doing this right now? This wasn’t him… but he was thinking about going farther, even without your permission to do so… He just wanted to have you, take you.

He begged his inner self to stop, his mind going blank at the thought of being inside you, so much so that it was hard for him to stop when he already had your thin leggings down by your knees, panties swiped to the side, his fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive bud, juices leaking from your clenching hole. Your nails clawed at the skin of his wrists, pleading for him to let you go. But how could he let you go when both your bodies were craving this? He could tell by how wet you seemed to be that you were loving this.

He pulled away from your swollen lips to trail kisses down your neck, humming against your skin, “Gonna make you show up to work covered in the marks of your subordinate.”

“N-no, plea-please stop it. You don’t ha-have to do th-this,” you cried, anxiety filling you at the thought of what he was planning on doing to you next. Surely the Jungwoo you’ve known for years now wouldn’t go any farther than this, right? Of course, this was horrendously disgusting and you’d make sure he would never live this down, he’d be punished accordingly for this. As much as you could, you’d make him pay for such a simple mistake, just as he had paid for his disorderly conduct in the office.

His teeth dug into your skin, lips latching around the marks inflicted on your perfect flesh to redden the skin even further. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling already, and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet. 

He trailed his free hand down your body, then slipped it into his own pants to pull his hardened cock out, precum already dripping from the tip. The moment you felt him glide his dick along the walls of your dampened cunt, you started squirming around even more, fearful sounds escaping your parted lips. He chuckled against your skin, biting into the delicate flesh as hard as he could, causing a loud, pained scream to come from your adorable form, body tensing and pausing your movements to sob harder, chest heaving up and down from paranoia.

“Woo, please…” you whimpered, desperately trying to think of all the possibilities of escaping his grasp you had right now. Although, it seemed like you had none. What were you gonna do? He was way stronger than you and you had nowhere to run even if you had made it out from underneath him. This was his house, his neighborhood, his area. He knew this place like the back of his hand and you’d only ever been here once before. There was no way he wouldn’t be able to catch up to you if you took off running since you were dumb enough to order an Uber to bring you here instead of waiting until your car was out of the shop to drive yourself. “Th-this isn’t the Woo I know and… and love…”

“Love?” he repeated, looking down into your soft eyes that were swollen by how much you’ve cried for him, your lips were just as swollen and red from his excessive kissing – he would know, his were, too – the beautiful, shameful marks beginning to appear all over the canvas your neck offered him, even the tears running down your burning hot cheeks was a beauty to him. “You love me?” he couldn’t help but break out into laughter after a couple of seconds of analyzing your tiny figure under him. You were just trying to get away from him, huh? “You think I’m gonna buy that? It doesn’t seem like you love me.”

“Woo, it doesn’t have to seem like I love you, because I know I do. Please, believe me,” you whined, voice so shaky and unbearably inaudible that you could tell it wasn’t passing through his thick skull because of the situation you were in. Who could love him in a moment like this? “I… I know th-this probably isn’t the best scenario to be telling you this in, but please… just… believe me…”

He laughed again, this time it almost sounded more sinister than the last, leaning closer to your face, noses brushing together, every inhale was just a recycled breath from him, “Well, shouldn’t you love this then? It’s only rational, right? If you love someone, you should give everything to them.”

“N-no, Woo, I-I don’t be-believe in that!” you exclaimed, finally finding your voice as you saw his hands fumbling with something before feeling him tug your panties over your ass and down with your leggings. “I-I don’t want this!”

“I guess we’re not meant to be if we have different values, my love,” he shrugged, his cock pressing inside you right after his last spoken word. You squealed, head falling back as your jaw tightened, nails digging into his shoulders, back arching in an attempt to get away from the ruthless and brutal thrusting of his hips, not allowing you time to even adjust to his size before bottoming out inside you repeatedly. 

“Ju-Jungwoo,” you whimpered, unintentionally feeling yourself lock your legs around his waist, mouth gaping as soft moans flew from it. You weren’t enjoying this, not a single bit. At least, that’s what you’d tell yourself, and him, if given the chance.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smirked, gripping your hair tightly to pull your head up, eyes snapping open to meet his cocky stare, “My dick feel good in your undeserving pussy?”

“N-no,” you shook your head vigorously, trying to control your body from reacting as it was, but it was impossible to deny the fact that you were enjoying the way he felt fucking you like this when your hips were jerking upward in an attempt to activate more friction between your bodies. 

He was savoring every moment of this. Seeing your pretty face wince every time he fucked you a little too deep, watching your body unintentionally convulse each time he pushed inside you as your orgasm neared, shaking your head whenever a moan slipped out of your tightly pursed lips because you always liked being stubborn and continued to deny the pleasure you were feeling. 

“You’re sick,” you scoffed, eyes rolling back as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving more and more marks along the skin, covering your entire neck in purple and red. “You’re so fucking sick, Jungwoo.”

“Call me boss,” he growled into your ear, biting at your earlobe.

“Bu-but-” you didn’t get a chance to finish speaking before he smacked your boob roughly, a weak whimper coming from you.

“I will always be the fucking boss of you, no matter what your title says. Do you understand? Now, call me boss.”

“I-I understand, b-boss,” you cried, hands pushing against his chest as his hips seemed to speed up at your words. He grunted lowly against the skin behind your ear, feeling his cock twitching inside of you as that knot in the pit of your own stomach began to grow more and more with every inch he stuffed inside of you repeatedly.

“God, gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so good, babe,” he groaned, grip in your hair pulling your head back so he could bite along your collarbone, and slowly made his way to your jawline, more moans and groans falling from his lips against your skin.

You wanted to tell him to pull out, not to cum inside you, but you couldn’t manage out anything you were proud of, so you stayed wordless, cries and whimpers filling the air of the room as your legs shook around him. His thrusts got sloppy and his bites became more empathetic, hips stilling as hot strands of creamy liquid shot out inside you, leaking out around his cock and dripping down onto the couch underneath you. You felt your own cum leak out after his, mind going blank as you practically screamed his name, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers running through his hair to keep him close to you, shaking violently under him. It took a good while for your orgasm to pass, and by the time it had, Jungwoo was pulling out of you, getting himself cleaned up before worrying about your dripping cunt. 

He chuckled, leaning down to rub his fingers along the cum seeping from your gaping hole, causing sensitive noises to slip from you, legs twitching involuntarily, “Such a pretty concoction we’ve created. You look good filled with my cum, don’t you think?”

You didn’t say anything, wordlessly nodding, too afraid of what he’d do if you failed to comply with his every need. 

“I think I’ll keep you here from now on, how does that sound?” he hummed, finger slipping into your messy pussy. You gasped, clinging onto his sweat-coated shirt as you let out a string of whimpers. “I’ll keep you here, locked in my house to fulfill my every desire. I’ll use you however I deem fit, doesn’t that sound incredible?”

“N-no, ple-please,” you begged, even though you knew you had no say in the matter. You were puddy in his greedy, narcissistic hands. You had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He was sick, twisted. He would get what he wanted from you either way, no matter what you would say or do, he’d always get his way.

“You know you’d love it, having my cock buried inside your pathetic, stretched-out cunt every day from dawn to dusk,” he hummed, bringing his lips back onto yours before you could reply, knowing what your answer would be anyway. You were too stubborn to admit you’d love that, he knows you would love everything he’d do to you. And if you don’t, oh well, he’ll make sure you wind up loving it in the end.

[jungwooisms]

[lavender-z-love]

Jungwoo x Black!Fem.Reader

🎀 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

🎀 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗��𝚜: +𝟷𝟾, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚡, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜.

🎀 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝟷,𝟶𝟶𝟶. 𝙸𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕

🎀 𝙰/𝚗: 𝙸 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝; 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝚜𝚝

A glowing morning light shined through the window, a beautiful ambience of birds singing serenaded your ears. A sweet way to wake up. Gathered in silk sheets as you sit up to see you and your boyfriend's clothes and condoms scattered around the bedroom floor. A reminder of how last night went. Now Jungwoo, absolutely loved to see your face in the morning, especially after last night.

Your brown, silky, soft skin that glistened with sweat from the both of your bodies. That heavenly, vixen voice that hypnotized him. Of course, the lewd faces you made. The thought of it, could easily rile him up.

Jungwoo stood in the kitchen making you something to eat. As for you, well you were somewhat awake. More like forcing yourself to get up, ideally, Jungwoo would have to come and get you. However, seemed like the smell of breakfast was winning you over.

Wondering out of bed to search for where your boyfriend had gone. Needless to say, you were still nude and didn't care to wonder around the house in these conditions. How many times did Jungwoo see you without clothes?

There he stood, your eyes gaze upon his strikingly gorgeous figure. He was cooking, standing at the stove making something. Jungwoo wore a plain white shirt, and some basketball shorts.

You were a bit hopeful, maybe this morning Jungwoo would be naked? But no, your love was fully clothed. You smiled anyway, regardless; nude or fully clothed. Jungwoo looked amazing either way. You took quick strides over to your boyfriend causing small sounds along the kitchen tiles each step you took.

Jungwoo hummed while making you something to recharge you. He jumped a little feeling to small, mocha toned arms wrap around his chest, "Morning Jungwoo."

Feeling two cushions pressed against his mid-back, he peers over his shoulder. The both of your eyes meeting, as you look up at him. God your eyes were gorgeous, beautiful brown doe eyes look up at him.

He'd gladly submit to your evey whim with you looking at him like that. It doesn't take long before his eyes wonder a bit further. Jungwoo swiftly faces forward, face flushed. Not only did he expect you to still be sleep, you were up and about..nonetheless naked too.

Jungwoo sighed out of frustration yet amused, "Morning..Sweetness- You're not supposed up yet."

"I'm sorry, I missed you baby.", He shivered at those words, 'baby' that word that slipped past your lips was like music to his ears. Such a simple word, but once again, another thing about you that was enough to make Jungwoo kneel to you.

Then, pulling up Jungwoo's shirt a little, you began placing small kisses; trailing them up Jungwoo's spine. In the process, feeling up Jungwoo's toned back with your hands; They were freezing. He sucked in at his teeth as a reaction to your ice cold hands. Your hands eventually made their way wrapped around him, pulling him closer. You were practically leaning onto him, soft globes pressed into his back.

Jungwoo's hand left the handle of the pan to grab yours,"H-Hey.. be careful, I dont want you to burn yourself." Right..You'd got caught up teasing him, you'd forgotten that he was cooking.

"Mmm, Sorry baby-", you purred.

You hummed as you embeded kisses into his spine, Slipping your hand past the waist-band of his basketball shorts. Jungwoo softly called out to you- he wanted to let his voice out so bad.

However, He needed to finish breakfast..it was taking every ounce in his body to not throw onto the livingroom couch and show you first hand the Highway to Heaven.

"Bad Girl, Its too early for this- Go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute." Your hand stopped inching towards Jungwoo's you know what-, instead wrapping around his waist. Nudging your body, your breasts specifically, against Jungwoo's back as an attempt to rile him up.

"Oh, Come on. Don't be like that baby",you whined.

"Y-Y/n..", he whined. Oh like sweet music to your ears. You giggled, "Alright then~ I'll leave you alone now ♡". 'You damn tease',he thought to himself. He quite did miss your touch.

"I'll be a good girl and go back to bed, Jungwoo" ,You winked. Slowing walking to tease him more. You could've sworn you'd seen a bit of a tent in his shorts, though you'd figured you'd wait till he was done cooking.

Jungwoo watched you walk away. Hypnotized by the way your long coily hair, swayed side to side as it brushed against your ass when you walked away. With his face flushed red, he turned back to the food he was making for you. Maybe burned the food a little, thinking about you..Yeah. whoops!

A few minutes later Jungwoo came to his bedroom, he set the breakfast down on the night stand.

Seemed that within a few minutes you had fallen back asleep. He leaned forward on the bed trying to get your attention. You smiled hearing his heavenly his voice call you. A question he asked you everytime; after a Long, steamy, passionate, rough night of Love making.

"Darling, is everything okay? You're not feeling sore are you? No weakness anywhere? Was I going to harsh on you?"

"Too harsh? Jungwoo, you were like an angel last night! You couldn’t have been anymore gentler." You reached out to cup his face pulling him closer.

"I-I know, I just want to make sure Im not hurting you. Especially when you ask me to go harder." This time it was your turn to blush.

"R-Right, I did say that last night-",you smile bashfuly.

A sly smiled stretching across Jungwoo's face. "It's okay, Y/n, there's no need to be embarrassed. You know I'll go as fast, and as hard as you like", He teasingly stated.

"Jungwoo- don't..." ,you whined embarrassed. Jungwoo responded with a playful wink this time and with a playful tone,"There's revenge for messing with me. Plus you know its true.."

You rolled your eyes making Jungwoo laugh. He pulled you close peppering your face in kisses. Speaking in between kisses,"Don't. Roll. Your. Eyes. At. Me." He halted for a little to look at you, composing yourself, you gazed up at him. In a trance by one another for a bit, you finally reminded of the previous question he had asked-

"Oh! To..answer your question-" ,your hands slide you Jungwoo's shoulders, "-I'm 100%, No pains, no soreness. I'm alright."

Jungwoo smiled wryly, "Are you sure? You know I'll run you a bath, I can get a heating pad, pain killers-" You interrupt Jungwoo with a kiss, leaving his lips missing yours as you pull away. His undivided attention given to you-

"Pretty boy, I'd tell you if you were hurting me." He nodded, eyes glued on you. "R-Right.." He leaned down to kiss your plump lips. And Again, And Again.. Jungwoo, so entranced by your enchanting lips.

"Mm, Jungwoo-", you called between kisses.

"Hm?",He responded.

"The breakfast..." His lips left yours, staring down at your beautiful form for a moment

"The..breakfast? Oh!!" He nearly fell off the bed trying to get off of you,"Oh! Y/n Im so sorry! Let me go heat this up! Oh no!" Jungwoo, who is now embarrassed sprints off with the plate of delicious goods. You giggled finding it quite amusing. "He's cute" Thats Your Jungwoo ♡

Written on February 2nd 2022! Sorry for the dates I like to keep track of when I written my fanfics. Nonetheless, Enjoy!

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[nctstar]

a touch so foreign

His head rolled over your pillow to meet your eyes. You could swear you saw entire galaxies dance across his irises, both depth and playfulness hypnotising you for the seconds that passed. Slowly, he shifted closer to your face, and you closed your eyes.

“Kiss me.”

pairing: alien!jungwoo x fem!reader 

word count: 1.2k 

genre: sci-fi, romance, slight angst, a hint of smut (nothing graphic)

warnings: this is a romance with suggestive content (minors proceed with caution). Also, jungwoo is an alien and reader is a human so if you’re not comfortable with that, please click away.

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I do not know the nct members and do not claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. I don’t have any professional knowledge on extra-terrestrials, this is just for fun. 

a/n: inspired by katy perry’s song E.T. Please do not take this fic seriously, I have no idea what came over me to write this. 

“At this point in time, we cannot rule out the possibility of extra-terrestrials landing on Earth. If anyone has any information on the topic, please call…”

“You can’t be here anymore.”

At first, you thought he was ignoring you again. He quite often used the excuse of him not fully understanding humans and how we communicated and behaved to ignore you. But you knew better. You knew he was smarter than that.

“Please, listen to me. My father found the remains of your spaceship outside. He called the authorities. They said they’d be here tomorrow. Who knows,” You gulped, anxiety crawling up your body like frantic little ants, tickling all your nerves. “maybe they’ll come sooner. Like tonight. Or the middle of the night. I’m scared. Please, just answer me.”

Your voice became a hushed whisper towards the end, no longer able to hide your fear. You really thought he had heard you and left by then. I mean, he had no real need to talk to you. His livelihood came first, not whatever it was that was your relationship, and as something that wasn’t even human, you would’ve thought he would always opt for the more calculated, mathematical option.

Things like saying goodbye were mistakes only humans made.

“Do you really think it’s a mistake, to love?”

He paused for a while, thinking. Maybe thinking of the response that was both honest and would upset you the least.

“No.” He finally uttered. As he turned his head, the moonlight streaking through your window illuminated his silver hair, striking his slender upper body in a way that took your breath away. “To love is important to humans. It allows you to connect, to reproduce, to survive. Anything that important can’t be a mistake.”

“What about for beings like you?"

“To love is an option for us. We don’t need it as much.”

“Are you sure?” You smirked up at him.

His head rolled over your pillow to meet your eyes. You could swear you saw entire galaxies dance across his irises, both depth and playfulness hypnotising you for the seconds that passed. Slowly, he shifted closer to your face, and you closed your eyes.

“Kiss me.”

“Jungwoo.” You breathed out, your stunning humanoid standing in front of you, a supernatural glow radiating off his skin. “I thought you left already.”

“I went for a different option.”

Your fingers touched the skin of his face. He felt so cold, so rubbery, like he always did. Tears sprung to your eyes, and he grabbed your wrist in protest. “Don’t.”

You tried to level your voice before it came out of your mouth, but it came out shaky anyway. “You have to leave now.”

“Don’t you worry about me.” A beautiful smile broke across his face, and you felt something inside you erupt painfully. “I’ll be okay.”

“Jungwoo!”

“Are you okay?” He stopped, hovering over you. Through your hazy state you could still make out a concerned expression on his face, and you smiled. “I’m okay.”

You brought his head down so his lips could meet yours, moving in synergy. Your fingertips danced across the ridges of his upper body, and you felt him gasp in your mouth. Pulling away, you asked, “Do you feel that?”

He hummed. “Your touch is so foreign. I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “MY touch?” A genuine laugh forced its way out of you. Even though you knew there was no way it could be possible, you could swear you saw Jungwoo flush red with embarrassment. Then, he smiled so big, and in less than a second your brain clutched onto that memory. The feeling of his skin on your body, the ways his eyes danced with yours, his vibrations of his voice on your face. That kiss, making you believe you could risk it all, all for this moment.

“Don’t you worry about me, baby. I’ll be okay. You can keep going.”

“Don’t cry.” he said, and your body reacted like he told you to cry on demand. “Don’t cry. This is inevitable. You know that.”

“I know.” You nodded furiously, trying to blink the tears away, aggressively rubbing the ones that stubbornly ran down your face anyway. He still held your wrist in his hand.

He spoke, this time with more finality. “I will spend one last night with you. Then I will leave in the morning before anyone wakes up. I’ll take all my remains with me. No one will know I was here but you.”

Jungwoo kept his promise. Even though you fought off the wispy tendrils of sleep in the first few hours of the night, when you lay in his arms silently, you couldn’t stay awake for the first ray of sunshine to hit your windowsill. He slipped you gently out of his arms, gathered all his remains, and left before the authorities ever got the first knock on the door. The world was awake, and he was gone.

In the next few days, though, something happened. To you.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?”

Your best friend shook her palm in front of your face, breaking you out of your zoned out state. “Sorry, sorry.”

She sighed. “You’ve been doing that ever since those government agents came and raided your house for alien stuff.”

Flashes of Jungwoo’s dancing eyes flickered across your brain, but you didn’t let the emotions show on your face. You faked a smile, “Yeah, that was pretty annoying. I guess I wasn’t too crazy on them raiding my entire room. You know, privacy and all that.”

Your friend laughed. “What, have you got a secret boyfriend or something?”

It was your turn to laugh. Oh, you have no idea.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Locking the door, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your parents and her had been the only people to see you ever since Jungwoo left three days ago. But they hadn’t noticed.

Oh, Jungwoo. What did we do?

Patches of rubbery skin marked your stomach unevenly. When you ran your fingers along them, they were unmistakably cold and ridged. Just like his.

“If we do this, I might poison you.” He grimaced at those words, as if they didn’t feel right coming out of his mouth.

You had simply giggled in response. “What, like toxic love? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“No, I’m serious.” His voice was strict, unbending. “You could end up like me.”

“Just by sleeping with you?”

“No, not even that much is required. Just through touch.”

“Touch? But,” you looked at your hands as if they would hold the answer, “I’ve already touched you.”

“Then it’s already done.”

Chaos. Your backyard was filled with so many different people. Some shouting orders, others running around. Cameramen filming with shaky hands while reporters spoke louder and louder. Sirens. Men in black holding huge guns, ready to fire. Your parents begging them not to, their tear-streaked faces making everyone nervous. Your best friend’s single shrill scream that tore through it all.

And you, floating on your back, bathed in an incandescent glow, not a single wordly atom remaining in your body as you beamed up into space, never to be seen by another human again.

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NCT as Tropes Pt.7

Jungwoo- Stuck Together Trope

Jungwoo didn't know them very well honestly, they were a friend of a friend. So of course he never expected to be forced to spend 3 days with them in their shared friend's cabin while a snow storm was taking place.

Somehow, they had both gotten to the cabin earlier than said friend and when news of the storm came out their friend called to cancel on them, "Too little too late," Jungwoo thought as their friend made excuse after excuse as to why they were late to their own cabin in the first place when they were expecting company.

After learning they were already there, their familiar told them where to find the spare key, and where all the food was and wished them well.

They sat around awkwardly at first, they had never spent time alone before and neither was sure what to say. But when Jungwoo spots a board game on a shelf in the living room he brings it over and they start to break the ice, getting to know each other little by little.

Throughout those 3 days, they stole glances at each other and stayed bundled up in blankets, drinking hot chocolate, watching movies, sharing laughs, and just talking.

When the snow had finally cleared and they were safe to go back home, a part of Jungwoo really didn't want to. He wanted to find a way to make this last and feared that going back to their normal meant not interacting outside of their mutual friend. But nevertheless, out of fear of making it awkward, he decided to not say anything and instead helped them clean up and packed his bags; letting his feelings linger.

And now, every time he sees them he wonders if that day will be the day he'll finally confess. Sadly, it never is.

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A/N: It's not winter where I live anymore; I wrote this several months ago lol

Check out the rest of the series: HERE 💘

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You’ll Always Be Mine, Baby

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CW: Stalking, possessive behavior, lies, manipulation, invasion of privacy, alcohol, toxic ex-boyfriend Jungwoo, slight yandere themes, obsessive & possessive themes, black fem reader, she/her pronouns, 18+, minors dni, enjoy,

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of this behavior in real life, nor do I think any of the members of NCT would act this way in real life. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a guide to the idol’s personality or actions in real life. If anyone in your life is acting like this towards you or someone you know, please contact the proper authorities as soon as possible. Stay safe!!

Jungwoo was always good at acting. It was a special talent of his, and he was so good at it, that he was in several of his university’s productions. You’d been studying in Korea for a while now, and double majored in theatre and film production. You received a recommendation from your counselor to take an acting class as an elective, and you happened to take the last spot in the same class as Jungwoo. In a course that only took twenty five students per semester, you’d gotten very lucky. It was only natural for you to be a source of interest for inquiring minds, namely Jungwoo. He’d met you during the third week of class, although you already knew who he was. You wound up being paired with him for a class project, and your relationship blossomed from there.

Jungwoo was amazing. He got to know you during the semester, and would show you around the campus. He was curious about you, and often asked questions about your life in the country you came from before. He found you to be the most interesting person he’d encountered in a long time. He felt at ease with you, and fell for you quickly. He felt relaxed in your presence; he didn’t have to act with you. It helped that you were so sweet, and it didn’t take long for you two to start dating. Everyone knew you two were close, so it came as no surprise when people found out that you were dating.

At first, it was a happy, healthy relationship. Your boyfriend was very caring loving, and attentive, always by your side. But, as your relationship progressed to new levels, you found yourself becoming insecure about something: your age. Granted, while you were only two years apart, sometimes you could feel the age gap around some of his younger friends. You’d also been in college a bit longer than he had, and for some reason, it just bothered you. It may seem like a small issue, or silly to some, but it gnawed at you frequently, especially hanging out around his friends. 

They were really nice, welcoming you into their circle with ease. They were usually polite to you, but some often made jokes about your age gap, which at first you nor Jungwoo would bat an eye at. But slowly, as your age insecurities started to grow, the jokes seemed more and more like an attack. The final straw though, was seeing your boyfriend chat with a waitress around his age, both doing some new hand gesture that had gotten popular recently. You didn't have time to keep up with the trends, which made you feel left out, and even further separated from your man. Too far into your feelings, and fed up with feeling ostracized, you did the one thing Jungwoo never saw coming: you broke up with him. You explained to him how you felt, and that your relationship should take a break, until he “had more experience with people his age.” 

“Y/N, that’s unfair! I’ve had more than one girlfriend my age, and I’m sure the only one I want to be with is you. You’re not even that much older than me, be serious!” Jungwoo ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It wasn’t playing out how he thought it would. He found your reasoning completely stupid. Were you going to let some silly insecurity throw away what you both had? “Jungwoo please, I’m serious! Just, let’s take a break for a while. Okay?” Before he could respond, you were already walking out the door, right out of his life. Jungwoo screamed, punching the wall in anger. How could you let anything, or anyone, come between you? After he’d gotten comfortable with you? He bared his heart and soul to you!  He loved you! You were his everything. You were perfect for him, his perfect little angel. You’d only dated for a year, but Jungwoo was ready to spend the rest of his life with you. You couldn’t leave him that easily. And you wouldn’t either.

For the next few weeks, you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that you were being watched. Every time you left your apartment, you felt like someone was trying to see into the innermost parts of your being. At first you thought you were being paranoid, until you noticed something. You were seeing a lot more of your ex than usual. You’d see him in more of your classes, when you only had two together. You’d see him in the cafeteria, the corner store by your apartment, etc. What made it worse though, was the staring. He never made it a secret that he was staring you down, watching you like a hawk. Had his gaze always been so intense? And how did he always seem to know where you were? You couldn’t just blame it on coincidence, when he looked at you like you were the last meal in the world. 

You wanted to confront him, and ask what was his issue, but you couldn’t really do that with Jungwoo’s reputation on campus. Not only was he the star actor in theatre productions, but he was well known around campus for being a huge sweetheart. He was charming, polite, and respectful, and people thought he was harmless. Who would suspect, or worse, accuse everyone’s favorite golden boy of stalking his ex-girlfriend? You knew this, and so did Jungwoo. You couldn’t shake him, for weeks. A trip out meant you’d see him, and you couldn’t just not leave your apartment if you wanted to pass your classes. You thought the situation was hopeless... until you found the camera.

You still slept with the same teddy bear that Jungwoo had won for you at the fair. You squeezed the bear’s head to your chest, cuddling it until your fingers grazed a particularly hard lump. You sat up, turning on your lamp to get a better look at it. It seemed as if the bear had been cut open and poorly sewn back together in the back, not easily noticeable on the medium sized bear. Grabbing scissors from your drawer, you make quick work of the poorly sewn patchwork. Digging your fingers past the stuffing, you quickly find out exactly how your ex has been able to figure out where you’ve been. A small camera blinks red light at you, and you sit there, horrified for a moment, before anger takes you over.

“How fucking dare he?!” You were beyond pissed, immediately grabbing your phone. You messaged him, telling him to meet you the next day at the café that you both frequented. You turned off the camera, not knowing that Jungwoo was panicking on the other side. He’d been watching the whole thing on his end, and not knowing what you were planning was driving him up a wall. He doesn’t know what to do when he arrives  to the café first, fidgeting with his hands. He was nervous. You arrived shortly after him, your stony expression enough to send Jungwoo towards the edge of a panic attack. But Jungwoo has always been good at acting. He schools his face into a neutral expression, as he invites you to sit down. 

“I got your text, you said it was urgent. Is something wrong Y/n?” You scoffed, cutting right to the chase. “I know about the camera Jungwoo. In the stuffed bear, seriously?” Before he could say anything, you reached in your purse, setting the evidence before him. “Look Y/N, I can explain, alright?” Jungwoo paused waiting to see if you’d interrupt him, but you just raised your eyebrows, a cue for him to continue. “Okay, it was right before we broke up. One of my friends had installed a camera in his girlfriend’s apartment, because some thieves broke in. You remember Hae-rin?” You blinked at him, unmoved. “What does that situation have to do with this one? You installed a camera without telling me, you’ve been stalking me-”

Jungwoo shushed you, looking around the establishment. “Will you stop saying that? I didn’t stalk you! I’ve been looking out for you! There’ been a series of break ins around here for months, especially in your neighborhood, and I wanted to tell you after I did it, but we broke up!” Jungwoo frowned at you, hid voice having dropped down to a an aggressive whisper. “I did it to protect you, and I’m not stalking you! You still share your location with my phone, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright. We used to go everywhere together, so it wasn’t that different.” You looked at him in shock. You forgot that your phone was linked to his, and you felt half bad for accusing him, but there was still no good excuse to follow you around like a creep. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but I can’t ignore the fact that you following me around is creepy.”

Jungwoo ran a hand through his hair, nodding. “I understand Y/N, and I’m truly sorry about freaking you out, and being kind of creepy these past few weeks, it was a total invasion of privacy. I know you said we were on a break, but I’ll understand if you don’t wanna get back together after this. I truly am sorry Y/N.” Jungwoo apologized, never once breaking eye contact with you. You could sense that his words were genuine, and you sighed, hating that he could make you cave so quickly. “Look Jungwoo, I think I’ll need some more time, in light of recent events. But, I won’t say I’m totally against getting back together? But I need space, seriously Jungwoo, you have to stop following me, okay?” 

Jungwoo nodded, trying to hide his excitement So you till loved him after all. “I promise Y/N. I’ll stay out of your hair, pinky swear!” He held out his pinky, and you laughed at his accidental, yet adorable rhyming. You paid for your drinks, and said your goodbyes. As you left the café, you turned, waving to Jungwoo. He waved back, until you were almost out of sight, before turning to his phone. “Ahh, Y/N. Such a forgetful little thing.” He smiled as your location popped up, not far from him. He’d have to be more careful from now on. He had to make sure you believed him, that his promises were true, otherwise you’d slip right through his fingers. And Jungwoo couldn’t have that. No one else could have you. You’d always be his. Forever. And you believed him for now, which was enough for him. He’d always been a good actor.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 31 - breeding kink

nct 1.5k words female reader insert Reader x Kim Jungwoo NSFW

🖤 warnings: teasing, degradation bc i have needs and that is one of them, pet names, kink negotiation, kim jungwoo is the hottest fucking man alive i don’t make the rules i just enforce em 🖤

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His sense of humor is one of your favorite things about him, even when it's being used against you.

But seriously, mark this as the final time in your entire life that you're going to be vulnerable on a human-to-human level with Kim Jungwoo. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, he's not getting anything else out of you.

You should be fucking right now.

You were supposed to be, anyway. It's rare enough these days that you get to snag all of Jungwoo's attention, and much rarer still to have an entire weekend to mess around together, with no work commitments or appointments or other scheduled interruptions.

He's naked, and you're naked, and that should mean that you're about to have some delightful private-time fun with your favorite guy, but no.

Instead, you're getting laughed at.

Not really laughed, if you're honest, but definitely smirked at. That's a smirk.

"You're serious," Jungwoo says, through that smirk.

"I mean...yeah, I am," you say.

You're not pouting. You're totally not.

But Jungwoo reaches out and tweaks your lower lip with his thumb. "Quit pouting."

"I'm not-"

"I just wanna be sure," he continues. "It's kind of a big deal, you know? I'd hate for you to regret it after and get pissed."

"I won't regret it."

"Or worried, I'd hate to worry you."

You scoot around on the bed so that you're sitting upright, next to Jungwoo. Just two stupid people sitting criss-cross-applesauce and buckass naked because you couldn't let things be as they are. Quite the evening, you're having.

"Look, we don't have to-"

"That is not what I'm saying," Jungwoo interrupts. He keeps interrupting you.

"If it's going to be such a big deal, then we just shouldn't do it."

He's still smirking. "It's not like you want it for any weird reason."

What you asked for, that thing that's causing all of this, that's got you practically squirming with embarrassment, practically dying because of the way Jungwoo is digging into it, insisting he understand ever bit of it, is to go raw.

No condom, just this once. Just to try it.

You're a double-protection proponent, most of the time. Your own birth control method, and then the added protection of the simplest method of all. Condoms are easy and safe, and Jungwoo, as a rational person, has never minded them.

But this relationship has been going on for ages, and you got curious. The two of you are exclusive and clean, dammit. You want to try it. Sue you.

And if there's a little second secret reason in the dark corner of your mind that's also motivating you, well, that's your business.

Jungwoo just seems to think it's his business, too.

"Unless you do," he adds. "Unless you have another reason that you're just not telling me."

"Even if I did, I wouldn't have to tell you," you mutter.

"You wouldn't have to. But you should."

"Why?"

Jungwoo's blinding mischief and good nature just knows no bounds. "Because if it's something I can help with, I will."

His words are open and inviting, but you can tell that he can tell that you're embarrassed. And he's going to pull whatever secret you're holding back out of you the way he knows best: by being so unbearable that you crack.

He's so devilishly smart, much smarter than you'd ever imagined when you were just casual friends. And he's the absolute master of switching things up on you, good at verbal parlay and teasing and making you feel things.

Right now, those things are mostly embarrassed.

"I mean, think about it," he says. "If we do it like this, and I finish inside you, since there's only the one method, then your chances of getting pregnant are that much higher. Which is risky."

You have the distinct feeling, in this moment, that he knows exactly what he's doing. Here he goes, already, being too smart for your own good.

"Unless," Jungwoo muses, and oh God, oh no, here he goes-

"Unless?" you repeat weakly.

"Unless that's what you want."

Your protests are similarly weak. "You know I don't want - we couldn't-"

"Not for real," he assures you. "I know you don't actually want that part, just like I don't. No offense, but now is not the time for a kid."

You know that fully well. "Agreed."

But Jungwoo's expression is still dangerous, as he turns slightly sideways, tapping a finger to his gorgeous lips as if he's deep in thought. His profile is so stunning, even in this low light. The wavy fringe of his hair, the curves of his nose, lips, chin, the softly defined slope of his features. You're aware that you're just kind of staring at him, dazed, but you don't care.

"I think I'm right," he says. "I think that what you really want...is to get fucked, and then get stuffed."

Vulgar, ungraceful, unpretty words, but they go buzzing right to your core. He's the worst.

"That's dirty," he admonishes.

"You're the one who-"

"It wasn't my idea, was it? I just figured it out," Jungwoo says.

He leans toward you, now, so close and so beautiful that you forget how to breathe for a second.

"Jungwoo, just drop it, I-"

"You do," he presses. "You just want to get used, huh? Filled up?"

Of course, he's absolutely, undeniably right.

That's what you want.

And if you keep denying it, eventually, for the sake of respecting your boundaries and not actually upsetting you (which is never his goal, ever, no matter how agonizing he is), he's actually going to let it go. Which would be a real pity. That means...

"Yes," you admit.

"Is that what you've been thinking about?"

"Yes."

"And you couldn't tell me because you're embarrassed that you want to be treated like a little cocksleeve? Just for me?" His voice is light and melodic as always, a gentle tone saying the filthiest things.

He's a juxtaposition like no other. His pretty, innocent face and his angel's voice, talking to you like this, taking this bit of obscenity and running with it. You're being nudged backward, pressed to lie on your back among the pillows before you know it

"I don't blame you," he informs you, as he spreads your legs indulgently. "For feeling weird about it, that is."

"Why not?" you ask.

Jungwoo's answering smile is deceptively soft. "Because it's such a dirty thing to want."

"You want to do it, too."

"Anything for you, baby," he replies. "No matter how depraved you are."

Ouch. The dig smarts, but in just the right way. Like a challenge. Like he's provoking you, which he is.

"I'm not!" you protest.

"No?"

"No, I just-"

"You just want me to cum inside you, just because." He's talking through pouted lips, practically cooing at you. "You want to feel filthy, wanna end this dripping cum and begging for me to do it all over again."

Jungwoo has his erection, hard and insistent and betraying his own investment in this little game, pressed up against your entrance as he talks.

He raises a perfect brow. "Can I?"

Even as you nod your consent, you're trying, arguing fruitlessly and knowing that you're making it all up on the spot, "It's not like that, I just-"

"Don't lie to me. You want me to breed you, is that it?"

You hadn't thought of that particular word, yourself, but fucking shit does it render you brainless beneath him, eyes shut and fists clenching the sheets.

It's all you can do to gasp and cling to him as he sinks into you. Hot, hard, perfect, the lack of condom giving you direct contact with inch after inch, and though you've done this before, you've never done it like this with him. If you thought you were brainless a moment ago, it's nothing compared to now.

"Oh, you do."

You can't deny it. You can't do anything.

"You do want it, look how much you're working around me already."

Of course, he's never felt you like this, either, and it's not like he's immune to it.

"Fuck," he mutters, driving into you again, slowly, experimentally, "You're giving me plenty of motivation to do it, you know. Look how wet you are from just the idea of it. You want me to fill you up that badly, you horny little mess? Got yourself all soaking and ready for it?"

He never fails to floor you with how perfectly mean he can be, how insistently, indulgently cruel with his words and his delivery. Simple words, but with this twist that makes them just-

You open your eyes, just to see him, to see if all of this is affecting him as much as it is you. And what you find is simply too much to bear.

Jungwoo is just smiling, clear and unbothered despite the way his hips move against yours, eyes glinting with something intelligent and mean. So unassuming. You'd never guess what he's up to, never associate his words with his visage.

"I'll do it for you, don't worry," he promises. "Whatever you want, baby. Pretty little breeding bitch."

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Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

⚲Headcanons - As your college boyfriend | {University AU} (OT23) [F]

♀︎ Reaction - The Infatuation Boys reacts to you trying to escape | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [A/D]

⚲Headcanons - Cuddling with the Infatuation Boys | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [F]

⚲Headcanons - From Home Unit as Long Distance Relationships | {No Specified AU} (From Home Unit) [F]

♀︎ Reaction - The Infatuation Boys React to You Breaking Up With Them |  {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [A/D]

♀︎ ^Part 2 | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [A/D]

♀︎ Reactions - The Infatuation boys react to being your first | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [S/F]

♀︎Headcanons - With their Kids | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny, Renjun) [F]

One-Shots/Drabbles

Collection of Drabbles - ♀︎🔏 23 Days of NCT (Year 1) | {Christmas AU?} (NCT x Reader) [F]

Collection of Drabbles - ⚲🔏 22 Days of NCT (Year 2) | {Christmas AU?} (NCT x Reader) [F]

*Drabble - ♂︎ I'm Not the Girl Next Door! | {No Specified AU} (Sungchan x Reader) [A, F]

*Collection of Drabbles - ⚲🖋 NCT Spooky Season | {Various AUs} (NCT x Reader) [F, C, A]

Series

⚲╳ Glitched | {Hacker AU} (Unknown x Reader) [A] | In which you score an internship at a prestigious lab that many can only dream of but, soon, you find yourself in the middle of something sinister.

♀︎🔏 Prominence Season 1 | {Social Media AU; Idol AU; Added NCT Unit AU} (NCT x Reader; Park Seonghwa x Reader)  [C, F, A] | In which you’re part of a new NCT unit and you try to navigate the confusing and fast-paced career of being an idol, and you juggle a relationship with Park Seonghwa on top of  it.

♀︎🔏 Prominence Season 2 | {Social Media AU; Idol AU; Added NCT Unit AU} (NCT x Reader; Park Seonghwa x Reader)  [C, F, A] | In which you continue to question your career choices, but, hey, at least you’re having fun!

♀︎🖋 Infatuation | {University AU} (Suh Johnny x Reader; Kim Jungwoo x Reader, Na Jaemin x Reader, Jung Sungchan x Reader) [A] | In which you’ve suddenly become the center of a stranger’s love, one which develops into a full blown obsession.

Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

♀︎Scenario - Prince!Jaehyun tries to win over your heart but you’re shy | {Royalty AU} (Prince!Jaehyun x Princess!Reader) [F]

♀︎Scenario - The 127 Members argue about who is (Y/N)’s Favorite | {Mafia AU} (All Members) [C]

⚧Scenario - You failed an exam and you’re sad about It but the 127 boys think someone hurt you | {Mafia AU} (All Members) [C]

⚧Scenario - The 127 Members have been working hard for a while now, and you figured that the best way to pay them back is by making them food! | {Mafia AU} (All Members) [C]

♀︎Scenario - You knew there would be some negative aspects to dating an Idol, but it never really got to you until now, good thing your boyfriend is one of the most caring Idols out there | {Idol AU} (Idol!Taeyong x Non-Idol!Reader) [A, F]

⚲Reactions - NCT 127 Reacts to their S/O Being Really Clumsy | {No AU Specifed} (All Members) [F]

♀︎ Scenario - You’re an Idol in a Secret Relationship with your Manager and Mark’s a Staff Member | {Shifting Towards You AU} (Staff!Mark x Idol!Reader ft. Manager!Yangyang) [A/D]

⚲ Reactions - NCT 127 Reacting to the Date Night Prank | {No Specified AU} (WayV x Reader) [F/C]

⚲ Scenario - Idol!Taeyong and Idol!Reader Finally Meet After Being Fans of Each Other | {Idol AU} (Taeyong x Reader) [F]

One-Shots/Drabbles

♀︎ When the Clock Strikes Twelve | {Royalty AU} (Prince!Jaehyun x Princess!Reader) [F] | In which you have created a bit of a reputation of being “insatiable” when, really, you’re just too shy to reveal your true feelings.

⚲ It’s Saturday Night | {Mafia AU} (Mafia Boss!Johnny x Reader) [F, A] | In which you find out who your best friend really is after a series of unfortunate events.

⚲ Shifting Towards You | {No Specified AU} (Mark x Reader) [F, A] | In which you have a relationship with the famous Mark Lee but somehow, together, you both make it work.

♀︎ Lavenza | {Scientist AU} (Taeyong x Reader) [F, A, D] | In which you are the wife of the once renowned scientist Lee Taeyong who seems to be harboring a secret from you, after all, science has been long outlawed.

⚲ Crescendo | {Rock Band AU} (Jungwoo x Reader) [C, R] | In which you and your two best friends attend a concert for an opening act barely anyone’s heard of, but somehow you still have a night to remember.

♀︎ Photograph | {No Specified AU} (Platonic! Mark and Yangyang x Reader) [A] | In which your two best friends reminisce and regret a time long past.

⚲ Thrill Ride | {No Specified AU} (Mark x Reader) [F] | In which you meet someone who’s equally as terrified of roller coasters as you and it oddly becomes rather comforting.

⚲ My Universe | {Non-Idol AU, Villain AU} (Mark x Reader ft. Taeyong) [A, F] | In which you don't think you deserve a man as perfect as Mark.

⚲ (Friendly) Competition | {Non-Idol AU, University AU} (Doyoung x Reader) [F] | In which you and Doyoung are academic rivals.

Series

⚲🖋 Midnight Coffee | {Coffee Shop AU} (Platonic!127 x Reader) [F, A] | In which you run a coffee shop that’s only open from midnight to sunrise, a café where you realize that the only thing more peculiar about it’s operating hours is the people who frequent it.

⚲🖋 Witch for Hire | {Witchcraft AU, Magic AU, Supernatural AU} (Multiple Groups x Witch!Reader) [D,C,R] | In which you’re a witch for hire who takes on jobs that are of your interest, although, some of these travels may prove more perilous than you anticipated.

Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

♀︎Scenario - You’re dating Jaemin and you just moved in to a new apartment, luckily the rest of the Dreamies have arrived to help build your Ikea furniture | {Idol NCT Dream; Non-Idol Reader} (Na Jaemin x Reader ft. the Dreamies) [F, C]

⚧Scenario - Chenle’s just a little jealous about the fact that you get along well with the other Dream members | {Established Relationship AU} (Chenle x Reader) [A, F]

⚧Scenario - You and Renjun broke up back when you were sixteen since he decided to join SM, and now that you’re both twenty, very little has changed | {Exes to Lovers AU} (Renjun x Reader) [A, F]

⚧Scenario - Dream argues about who (Y/N)’s favorite is | {Mafia AU} (NCT Dream x Reader) [C]

♀︎ Scenario - Yandere!Jaemin reacts to you running into Renjun while you’re both out | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F/D]

⚲ Reactions - NCT Dream + Shotaro and Sungchan as Blind Dates | {No Specified AU} (NCT Dream, Shotaro, Sungchan x Reader) [F/C]

⚲ Headcanons - What Dating Super Hero!NCT Dream is Like… | {Superhero AU; Locked and Reloaded AU} (NCT Dream x Reader) [F]

♀︎ Blurb - Soft!Yandere!Jaemin Things | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F/D]

♀︎ Blurb - More Yandere!Jaemin Things| {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F/D]

♀︎ Scenario - Slow Dancing with Yandere!Jaemin | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F]

One-Shots/Drabbles

One Shot - ♀︎Lion Heart | {Bad Boy AU; Mafia AU) (Mafia Boss!Dad!Jaehyun x Daughter!Reader; Bad Boy!Jaemin x Reader) [F, A] | In which your long time crush has a bad habit of dating around, and you can’t for the life of you figure out what his intentions with you are.

Drabble - ♀︎ Photograph | {No Specified AU} (Platonic! Mark and Yangyang x Reader) [A] | In which your two best friends reminisce and regret a time long past.

Drabble - ⚲ Thrill Ride | {No Specified AU} (Mark x Reader) [F] | In which you meet someone who’s equally as terrified of roller coasters as you and it oddly becomes rather comforting.

Drabble - ⚲ Break(ing) | {University AU} (Renjun x Reader) [F] | In which you and Renjun are top of the class and he's stressing over finals and you're not.

*Drabble - ⚲ "The gods must be angry. I sense a storm brewing." | {Medieval AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [C] | In which his rival challenges him to a duel.

Series

♀︎⏱ Locked and Reloaded | {Marvel AU} (NCT Dream x Reader) [Action, Light Comedy] | In which you and your team of misfits are recruited from another dimension to build a machine that can traverse the multiverse, the only problem is that apparently you didn’t come alone.

⚲⏱Dinner for Two | {Non-Idol AU; Chef AU} (Na Jaemin x Reader) [Fluff, Romance, Light Comedy] | In which you meet a disgraced chef who is looking for nothing more than to perfect a certain dish, one that you’d apparently and unknowingly mastered yourself for the sake of your older brother(s).

⚲🖋 Witch for Hire | {Witchcraft AU, Magic AU, Supernatural AU} (Multiple Groups x Witch!Reader) [D,C,R] | In which you’re a witch for hire who takes on jobs that are of your interest, although, some of these travels may prove more perilous than you anticipated.

Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

♀︎Scenario - Sicheng’s ex fucked him over when she broke up with him, and the rest of the WayV frat’s been trying to get him to hook up with someone, which was unsuccessful until you came along | {College AU} (Winwin x Reader) [F, S]

♀︎Scenario - You’ve just moved into your new apartment, which was a total score since rent was so cheap, little did you know that the reason for that was because of your neighbors | {Non-Idol AU} (ft. One Night Stand!Kun x Reader) [C, A]

♀︎Scenario - You’re best friends with Xiaojun and the rest of the Members keep teasing you two about dating, but you like things as they are | {Idol WayV AU / Non-Idol Reader AU / Best Friends AU} (Best Friend!Xiaojun x Reader ft. Yangyang) [C, F]

♀︎Scenario - You and Hendery are both mentors for a Produce 101-esque show, and while he’s gone you hear some of the trainees bad-mouthing him | {Mentor AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, A]

♀︎Scenario - BestFriend!Yangyang Introduces you to the rest of WayV, but Ten, who came in late, isn’t convinced of who you are | {Idol!WayV / NonIdol!Reader AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [A]

⚧MTL - To Date/Befriend a Wheelchair User  | {No Specified AU} (All Members) [F]

⚲ Scenario- Languages of Love | {No Specified AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F]

⚲ Reactions - WayV Reacts to Accidentally Walking in During Your Zoom Meeting/Class | {No Specified AU} (WayV x Reader) [F/C]

One-Shots/Drabbles

Drabble - ♀︎ Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing | {Mafia AU} (Kun x Reader) [A] | In which you find out your perfect boyfriend hasn’t been completely honest with you.

One Shot - ♀︎ Covalence | {University AU} (Kun x Reader) [F, A, S] | In which you meet the love of your life in the most unexpected of places, and with each passing day you fall harder for him as he falls harder for you.

One Shot - ♀︎ How to Keep a Promise | {University AU, FWB AU, Aged-Up AU, Office AU} (Yangyang x Reader ft. Jeno) [F, A, C] | In which you and your best friend make a promise to each other one faithful day in college, one you didn’t think either of you would remember, and you both do your best to keep it.

Drabble - ⚲ Stuck at Home | {No Specified AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, A, C] | In which you and Hendery are, unfortunately, stuck at home.

Drabble - ♀︎ Photograph | {No Specified AU} (Platonic! Mark and Yangyang x Reader) [A] | In which your two best friends reminisce and regret a time long past.

Drabble - ⚲ Off Road | {Non-Idol AU} (Kun x Reader) [A] | In which you try to find a shortcut out of the woods.

Drabble - ⚲ Hooked on a Feeling Pt. 1 | {Marvel/Guardians of the Galaxy AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C] | In which you and your regretful boyfriend have to figure out how to escape a prison.

Drabble - ⚲Hooked on a Feeling Pt. 2 | {Marvel/Guardians of the Galaxy AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C] | In which you and your newfound crew have to find out how to deal with the strangely handsome stowaway.

Drabble - ⚲ In My Shoes | {Soulmate AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, C] | In which you switch bodies with your soulmate for a day

Drabble - ⚲ Code Heart Breaker | {Hacker AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, C] | In which Hendery asks you to watch over a game he's playing with his friends for a moment

*Drabble - ⚲ "Glad to see you haven't become food for the vultures" | {Medieval AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [C] | In which your friend finds you after being trapped in the forest

*Drabble - ♀︎ "I know how to keep my life and my crown. And I will" | {Medieval AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [D] | In which you reunite with your best friend after finding out you're a royal

*Drabble - ⚲ "I warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth" | {Medieval AU} (Kun x Reader) [D] | In which the king finds you out

*Drabble - ⚲ "Truly, a flawless plan" | {Established Relationship AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [C] | In which you and your boyfriend want to match kicks

*Drabble - ⚲ "Can you bail me out of prison, please?" | {No Specified AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [C] | In which you get a call from your best friend late at night

*One Shot - ⚲ Sweet! | {University AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C] | In which your crush joins your study group

*One Shot - ^♀︎ Sweet! Part 2 | {University AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C, S] | In which your crush teaches you how to fuck

Series

♀︎⏱ Your Vision | {Non-Idol AU} (All Members; Choose Your Ending) [ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY @fandom-meanderer​​] [F] | In which you slowly come to realize how thin the veil between dream and reality is.

♀︎🖋Zemblanity | {Prison AU; Space AU} (All Members; Choose Your Ending) [A, Thriller] | In which you find yourself trapped in the inescapable Sector V with your only companions being the inmates who reside in it. Curiously enough, you somehow have some kind of connection to all of them.

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The Art of Seduction - The Novice

pairing: coworker! jungwoo x female reader x coworker! jaehyun (nct 127 series)

genre: smut, fluff

word count:  4,9k

warnings: explicit sex, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, handjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk, sir/boss kink, manipulation

summary:

“You are all soul when you want to be, when you feel it, take me far away from my body.”

What separates Novices from ordinary innocent young people is that they are fatally curious. Finding their innocence a burden, they long to be initiated into the ways of the world. Everyone sees them as so sweet and innocent, but they know this isn't so—they cannot be as angelic as people think them.

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Part 1

Part 2 - The Novice

You’ve been studying him all morning.

Fumbling with a stapler, a pen, his scribbled notebook. By noon, you’ve already reached the definite conclusion that Jungwoo resembled a deer. Tall and lissome, wide-eyed and nervous; not many differences could be spotted between the young man and a prey caught in headlights. Always electrified by a current of nervousness that one may think he’d get rid of after working for almost a year at the company.

His naiveté, however, wasn’t just related to his inexperience at the workplace. It was something that stemmed from within. You’ve heard all about him from his colleagues. Buried in student textbooks for years, polishing his academic profile, Jungwoo was thrown too quickly into the adult world without enjoying the sweet benefits that came with it. Plenty of workers in the office had confided in you of their fantasies with the deer. And boy did he finally want a taste as well.

You prowled towards his cubicle confidently, with intention, dressed in all black as if to make the contrast between you both even more evident.

“Mr. Kim?”

He jumps at your sudden presence, doe eyes staring up at you. You can dully see your reflection through his prescription glasses, the silhouette of a cthonic deity set on misleading and seducing. Jungwoo wasn’t used to being addressed so formally, one reason being his short time in the company and the other being his young looks. A bright green highlighter that Jungwoo was previously holding dropped to the floor, its rolling sound just barely drowning out his mumbling.

“M-May I help you?”

“Aren’t you the intern that’s working for Mr. Jung?”

“Mm-yes. Well not anymore”, he babbles out right before clearing his throat, taking out his agenda from the top drawer. He can’t help but quickly let his eyes scan every inch of your body. “I mean, I’m not an intern anymore.”

You nod sympathetically, pretending to care about his promotion.

“I’d like to book an appointment with Mr. Jung tomorrow, if he’s available. The name’s Doll.”

He jolts it down quickly and underlines the writing with a pink highlighter. As far as you could see, everything in his little book was color-coordinated, following what seemed like a very well-thought-out organizational system.

“And what’s yours?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What’s your name?”

You wait patiently as he lets a deep breath out, controlling his raging heartbeat. Respiration had already settled in beads over his brows from your small conversation.

“Jungwoo.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“Doll is pretty. I mean- it’s a pretty name.”

You chuckle incredulously at his nervousness, borrowing a blank sticky note from his desk without bothering to ask. “If you liked that then you should hear my phone number.”

You don’t even have to look at him to know about the pink clouds of rosy color that have settled over his cheeks. You’re too busy writing down your personal array of digits in barely discernible handwriting.

“Do you know about the bar across the street?”

“Y-yeah.”

Leaning forward, you place both of your hands on the handles of his desk chair. His Adam's apple bobbles nervously, eyes jumping from one feature of your face to the other, taking you all in. He could’ve sworn he had seen those eyes before. Maybe in a past life, he thought. He’d remember. You were one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes on.

Carefully, you slip the now-folded post-it note inside the front pocket of his shirt. You could feel his heartbeat through the fabric.

“Wanna go have a drink with me after work?”

He contemplates for a second, divided on what he should do. It’s not like he doesn’t want to join you, he really does. What scares him most is his own inexperience, all the possible ways he could fuck up this date. Your sweet smell doesn’t make his decision-making any faster, nor easier.

“No pressure.”

Time to man up.

“See you at 5.”

Jungwoo looked even better at the ambient lighting of the bar.

If it wasn’t for his tie that was loosened just enough to expose his collarbones, you wouldn’t have guessed he’d just finished a 9 to 5. His straight hair was unaffected by the humidity tonight, lips swollen slightly from the drop in temperature. You settled in at the bar’s corner, picking out a nice enough liquor to warm you up. You intentionally took the seat right next to him, getting cozy and exchanging body warmth. After a couple of sips of his drink, he visibly loosened up.

“So, Jungwoo, tell me about yourself. What made you want to join the company?”

He wipes his sweaty hands on his pants, nervous that you addressed him.

“Actually, it was Mr. Jung”

“Jung Jaehyun?”, you ask, eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Yes”, he chuckled shyly, “he visited my university as a representative of the company on career day. I thought to myself that I really wanted to be like him one day.”

“You seem to really admire him, huh?”

“I do”, he answers sincerely, “He just looks like he has it all figured out, you know?”

You nod in agreement, circling the rim of your glass with your index in the meantime. What an interesting piece of information.

Raising your glance back up at him, you notice that his eyes are fixated on the work of your nimble fingertips. Jungwoo may seem innocent, but he is also a horny man in his twenties. You grip the base of the sweaty glass firmly, moving your palm up in a repeated motion and fueling his fantasies.

Motioning to the waitress, you ask for two shots of your favorite tequila. Before you can even manage to come up with a new body-language innuendo, the full, short glasses have already arrived. Cheerfully, you raise your glass to your handsome date.

“To new friends”, you toast.

“To you”, he adds.

The burning drink makes you cringe as it travels down your throat, setting your body on fire. As you fight back the welling tears, you realize just how much you love that feeling, that temporary pain that reminds you of being alive.

“Should we get two more?”, you offer, already chasing back the feeling.

“I can’t handle alcohol very well.”

His eyes focus on the clock that’s hanging on the wall behind you, its neon exterior contrasting comically amidst the vintage decorations of the bar. Jungwoo vaguely starts to recall the last time he’d visited that same place, so intoxicated that the plastic the clock was made of almost seemed to melt. He remembers thinking that he’d jumped inside a Dali painting somehow.

The left side of Jungwoo’s brain begins to throb as the memories of that night start to materialize slowly. He’d just gotten accepted as an intern at the company, and his friends convinced him to go celebrate at the local bar. Jungwoo wasn’t used to these types of celebrations, he wasn’t really the partying type, yet he still played along for the occasion. Shot after shot of clear liquid disappeared from between his full lips, each of them burning even more than the one he’d downed before.

With his friends egging him on, Jungwoo stumbled towards a woman he’d been eyeing, who was as blurry as she was beautiful. Barely teetering on the brink of consciousness, he managed to choke out a greeting before her hair began to blend and wrap around the melting clock. His stomach churned violently, head pounding from the sound of his friends’ laughter as he collapsed to the floor. He tried dragging himself out of the delirium, but to no avail. That’s all he could remember before blacking out.

“I can’t handle alcohol very well.”, he repeats.

You place your palm lightly over his cheekbone, rubbing his skin with your thumb to comfort him. “It’s okay. We don’t have to drink anymore.”

Moving his face just a centimeter to the left, Jungwoo lets your thumb come in contact with his alcohol-stained lips. He closes his eyes, letting go for just a second, and rests the weight of his head on your welcoming hand. Rests the weight of the world on you.

Clearing his throat, he asks you a question this time.

“So how about you? How come you joined the company?”

Just as you open your mouth to answer, as if rehearsed, the music changes into a slow, blues rock song.

“I loved this band when I was in high school”, you lie, “Wanna dance with me?”

Jungwoo isn’t a great dancer, but he would gladly dance the whole night with you. Letting you lead him to the middle of the small dancefloor, he realizes that this is the first time he doesn’t feel the strangers’ gazes around him menacingly pierce the back of his neck. He doesn’t care that he’s in the middle of a crowded bar, dancing drunkenly. He doesn’t care that he’s seen.

Swaying slowly to the beat of the song, you feel your body relax under the heat of Jungwoo’s arms that wrap around you. His long fingers rest just above the swell of your ass, and as you press your chest against him the more they dig into your supple skin.

“Having fun?”, you mewl with a smile as you hook two fingers through the loop of his necktie, bringing him in even closer. His breath hits your face now. He knows you’re just a stranger, so how can you make him feel so much?

“Yes. Thank you”, he replies quietly enough for only you to hear.

“For what?”

“For making me feel like the man I want to be.”

Encouraged by the alcohol running through his bloodstream, Jungwoo lets his lips crash against yours. You move your whiskey-flavored mouth against his languidly, slowly unraveling his tie in the meantime to keep your hands busy. Soon he is panting, face flushed and lower body hardening against your skirt.

“Wanna come to my place?”, you suggest against his lips, in a voice so full of promises that it’s impossible to say no.

He nods and scurries off towards your forgotten coats, using his long outerwear to hide his eager hard-on. You both hurry inside a taxi, your apartment’s address being the destination. Not once did your hands leave each other’s body, making out throughout the trip like high school lovers. When you arrived, Jungwoo basically jumped out of the cab, absentmindedly throwing an amount of cash to the driver that would leave a very generous tip.

You stumbled up the stairs of your building, both a little drunk from all the kisses and the alcohol.

“Here I am”, you let him know by pointing towards the door that belonged to your place. You tug the sleeve of his shirt playfully, inviting him in as you fumble with your keys.

He groans, sitting still.

“Doll, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

He dances on the tip of his feet nervously, thinking of what to say and how to say it.

“I- don’t think I’m ready for this yet.”

You stop turning the key inside your keyhole mid-circle, moving your body to face him.

“Not ready- Oh, Jungwoo, are you a virgin?”

“No, no”, he clarifies, placing his palms on the back of your arms to calm you, “But I’m also not too experienced. I don’t think I can do this whole one-night thing just yet.”

You put his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs just how he likes it. He leans in for a kiss and you keep it sweet, connecting your lips until he deflates against you.

“We don’t have to rush. And you don’t have to do anything you don’t feel ready for.”

Jungwoo lets out a sigh of relief at your words.

“Thank you.”

“Why don’t I text you and we can maybe go out again sometime? If you’d like that, of course”

“I’d love that, please.”

Turning your body away from his, you resume unlocking the door and wish him goodnight with the blow of a kiss.

“What’s so funny?”, Jaehyun whisper-yells as your neighbor almost jogs away to not interrupt your first kiss any further. You don’t answer him, only rub his lips with the back of your palm, the red lipstick you had messily transferred all over him successfully being wiped off. He laughs heartily at the realization and leans in to steal one more kiss, red painting his lips once more.

“Jaehyun! I just wiped it off!”

“Whatever”, he shrugs, holding your chin between his thumb and his index so that you look at him, “I like it”. He leans in again, kissing your lips, the corner of your mouth, your jaw; moving slowly to the lobe of your ear, leaving a red trail behind. “And I like the way you say my name”.

His whisper knocks all the air out of your lungs, your whole body screaming to just drag him upstairs and moan his name the way he likes all night. It feels impossible but you know what you have to do, pulling him into one last kiss before you unstick your body from his.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket once, letting you know you received a message. You’re almost sure who’s the sender, Jungwoo proving to be a very enthusiastic texter ever since you pinged his phone after your date to the bar. There’s no time for you to entertain his endless need for attention. You’re too busy with the man in front of you.

“I have to go but thank you, again.”

Jaehyun clears his throat, flashing you his pearly whites once more before letting you go.

“See you tomorrow Doll.”

You enter your building giddily, ascending the stairs with a smile of satisfaction at how things turned out. Jaehyun seemed to genuinely like you, enamored by you even, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t occupy a big part of your thoughts as well.

Walking down the hall, you notice a familiar man laying his body weight against your door. Your smile drops.

“Jungwoo?”

“Doll.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you after work but it seems like you are the one surprising me after all.”

His solemnity, his glossy eyes. It could only mean one thing.

“You saw us?”

“You have lipstick all over your face. Guess Mr. Jung is messier than I thought.”

You bring your fingers to your lips, rubbing the sensitive skin around them. Your digits soon turn red like the sirens going off in your head.

“Jungwoo, I can explain-”

You didn’t expect him to kiss you. His lips press against you feverishly, with intent. You get lost in his passion as he pushes you against your front door, confused at his reaction yet glad that he doesn’t hate you.

“You smell like him”, he growls in your ear as he nibbles at your lobe, a moan escaping you when you feel his hardened member poking your thigh. He gets harder and harder to read. You can only test the waters.

“But you’re the one who’s gonna fuck me.”

Fumbling with the lock, you enter your apartment before your neighbors gather behind their peeping holes. Jungwoo doesn’t leave you for a minute, tugging at your clothes like a mixture of a needy puppy and a man ready to do some damage. The overwhelmed boy you first met tunes in again for a couple of seconds, hands hovering next to his head, not knowing what to do next. Patiently, you take his right hand in yours, leading it to the most sensitive parts of your body.

“I’m just as good as him, right? Just like Mr. Jung…”

He starts to touch at your soft hips, your ass, your boobs, groping you until you’re all worked up and panting. Sensing your higher temperature he helps to rid you of all your clothes. One by one until you’re standing naked in front of his suited-up figure.

“You are. Maybe you’d like it if I called you mister as well? Mr. Jungw-”

Jungwoo moans loudly, throwing your naked body on your couch before you get to finish. You’re startled at how much he likes the pet name, his hands unzipping his slacks to let his cock swing free. The sound of his belt buckle has you arching your back even deeper. You can only feel the weight of his member over your bare ass, his palm grabbing at a handful of your hair and forcing you to stare at the ceiling.

“Say my name again.”

“Jungwoo-” His grip on your locks tightens, making you swallow a sob before speaking again. “Mr. Jung”

Jungwoo curses under his breath, his hand pressing down on the nape of your neck instead. Two of his fingers follow the line of your spine, his praising touch spreading goosebumps all over your body. He lines up the head of his cock against your slit at the sound of your whimpers, making sure that you want it as much as he wants to bottom out inside you right now. Your pussy is dripping down your thigh.

“Please, Mr. Jung. Just fuck me until I can only think of you.”

Jungwoo doesn’t need to hear anything more, his fantasy fueled up and throwing his hips forward. His dick is stretching you immediately, its impressive length hitting your cervix easily. You grab at the pillows of your couch, holding onto anything that can help you fuck against him.

“I love how you feel around me. So fucking easy to fuck but so tight. Who else are you spreading those legs for in that office, huh?”

“Only you.”

Jungwoo laughs, putting one of his feet next to you on the couch to drill his cock even deeper. With a push against your upper back, he lets you fall head-first on the bottom cushion, lewd moans muffled now. You’re drooling all over.

“I know, Dolly, I know. Let’s see if I can fuck his scent off of you.”

It was a beautiful revelation in the form of his snapping hips against your swollen pussy; the novice turning into a roué. The lost employee playing with the one thing that his role model wants most. Him using you as much as you are using him.

He can almost taste him in the red lipstick you’ve smeared all over his mouth.

Your ass bounces as his hipbones hit against it, thrusts turning erratic as he chases his high. With his long arm wrapping around you, he finds your swollen clit easily, rubbing circles around the flesh with his index and middle finger.

“Oh my god”, your voice scratches out from the back of your throat, heat coiling up around your stomach. You’re the first to reach your climax, hole clenching around his cock and soaking it up. Jungwoo holds you up right on time as your thighs start to shake and give up, fucking into you sloppily through your orgasm.

“Fuck”

Right before he hits the height of pleasure, Jungwoo manages to slip out of you. His cock slaps against his still buttoned shirt from the momentum, ropes of cum flying into the air and landing over your waist and ass. The white liquid starts to travel down your holes, mixing up with your own slick before it hits your apartment’s wooden floor.

Jungwoo looks completely entranced by the sight, body fully satisfied yet mind embarrassed by the weight of your little roleplay he initiated for your first time.

“I’m sorry”, he mutters under his breath as the last drops of cum still fall on your body, so warm and soft and bendable that a little voice urges him to do it all over again.

Anxiously, he finds a tissue box you had laying around nearby and starts to clean you up as best as he could, handing you his jacket to cover up.

“Why are you apologizing?”, you ask him with a chuckle. “Did you not like it?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes, it was amazing but the whole-”

Funny how he can’t even mention him in the aftermath. Dirty mouth going dry. You get up on your knees to reach him better, pulling his face down into a kiss. Jungwoo gladly accepts the opportunity to not speak anymore, distracted by your chest that slips out from his jacket.

“I’m the last person to judge you baby. Why don’t you go home, take a bath and think this through? And if you still want some more of this, you know where to find me.”

Jungwoo nods into the kiss, laying his forehead against yours. He’s too deep into this to walk away now, but a hot shower might help him wash away his sins.

You wake up from your slumber slowly, startled momentarily from the view of a foreign bedroom as you open up your eyes. Warm light squeezes its way between the binders to reach your body, making it glow. A sweltering heat that you can barely comprehend creeps up at you from between your legs, a liquid pleasure that threatens to swallow you whole.

There Jaehyun is, buried between your thighs and looking up at you through hooded eyes. His smile is naughty, yet the light that hits the back of his head creates a halo around him, making him look angelic. The memories of last night start to wash up against you like waves: your dinner date, him leading you to his apartment, and fucking you for the first time. And then again. And again. And again. Your “confession”. The crocodile tears for Haechan.

A raspy moan escapes you as Jaehyun licks all the way from your entrance to your sensitive clit. You cringe at how raw your body feels, the consequences of last night’s fun catching up to you. He sucks at your swollen nub then, sending a current of electricity through your spine. Numbing the pain you feel, enough to consider slipping him inside you one last time.

A buzz from your phone interrupts you, and to much of Jaehyun’s dismay, you pick it up in your hands.

Deer [8:20]

are we still on for today?

Me [8:21]

did you get cold feet, puppy?

Deer [8:21]

you better be more careful when speaking to your higher-up

Jaehyun stops the masterful work of his lips to throw your phone between his messy sheets, successfully regaining your attention.

“Just leave the damn phone for one day. Call in sick like I did.”

“Sick?”, you feign worried, joking. “Is it contagious?”

“After what we did last night, you probably have it.”

“Gross”, you deadpan, pushing his messy-haired head away. Jaehyun insists on pleasuring you, putting you in his mouth again. Licking and sucking your skin like a parched man that can never get enough. Kissing the little mole next to your pussy lovingly.

“One more time”, he mumbles against your lower lips, “I wanna see you come undone for me one more time.”

His five o’clock shadow sends a delicious pinch of pain on the cheeks of your ass as he resumes eating you out. His tongue flicks your clit repeatedly, picking up some of your juices in the process and spreading them around. Slick starts to gush from inside you as your release seems closer and closer, making Jaehyun’s jaw glisten. You whimper and plead needily as your partner picks up the pace, lips never leaving you as you start to squirm.

Your pussy convulses when you cum, hole tightening around nothing. It’s hard for you to distinguish whether you’ve slipped into another dream or if it’s just the haziness of it all, vision blurry from the intensity of your orgasm.

“So beautiful”, he whispers as he stares at your heaving chest, and all the little marks he’s left around your body.

Jaehyun pecks your clit one last time, wiping the mess you’ve made on his face lazily before plopping on the bed next to you. You indulge in cuddling with him for a good ten minutes, risking falling asleep and missing work before you decide to get up for good. Jaehyun kisses his teeth as he watches you collect your clothes that are thrown all over the floor and head to his bathroom.

“You’re a workaholic.”

“And you’re a sex addict.”

After getting out of the shower, Jaehyun’s already asleep. You hope that last night’s date outfit is still considered work-appropriate, borrowing one of his scarves he has laying around to cover up the low décolletage of your dress. Carefully inspecting your reflection in the mirror, you make sure you haven’t left any traces of Jaehyun on you. After you spray a few good pumps of your cologne to cover up the intense smell of his shower gel, you make your way to the subway.

The company was busy as usual, assistants and executives running past you without giving you a second glance. There were only two people in the office who felt their hearts beating faster: you, and a nervous Jungwoo sitting on Jung Jaehyun’s desk.

You enter Jaehyun’s personal office after knocking twice at the door, Jungwoo’s trembling voice letting you in.

His face looks flushed, temples glistening in sweat from the nerves and the arousal. Slowly making your way towards the desk, you feel his eyes raking your outfit that’s riskier than your normal work attire. You take a seat on the right armrest of Jaehyun’s office chair, your body resting against Jungwoo. He’s already hard underneath his slacks.

“You asked for me, Mr. Jung?”

“I- I did”, Jungwoo stutters before clearing his throat, forcing confidence, “you have a lot of work to do, Doll.”

You smirk at his acting, taking off Jaehyun's scarf to reveal your cleavage. The man next to you swallows dryly when you press your left boob against his shoulder. Your dress is riding up, uncovering your thighs and making him drool at the sight.

“Do I?”

“Yes”, he croaks out, palming himself to relieve some of his frustration, “you’ve been slacking off lately.”

“It’s not my fault Mr. Jung”, you mewl, running your fingers through his hair and petting his thigh in the meantime. You try your best to cover up your dirty work so that the people passing by the semi-frosted glass of the office don’t see what you’re up to. “When I see you working I just can’t concentrate. My mind keeps flying off to other things.”

“Like what?”, he asks austerely, gasping when you unzip his pants and wrap your hand around his hard cock. Your index finger collects the precum already dripping from his tip, spreading it all over his length as you start to jerk him slowly.

“Like you bending me right over this desk, flipping up my skirt, and taking me raw.”

“With all these people watching?”

You chuckle, dipping your hand even lower to massage the underside of his balls.

“You didn’t seem to care about being watched when you practically humped me in that crowded bar a couple of weeks ago.”

You were being hyperbolic, but the effect of your words on Jungwoo is evident. His reflection on the black computer screen in front of him stares back at you with wide eyes, his member getting impossibly hard. You rub your soft palm against his tip and you feel him shiver.

“Go on, turn on the computer. We’re working, aren’t we Mr. Jung? You know the password. You’re the boss.”

Jungwoo lifts his trembling hands on the keyboard, typing in the password he knows by heart from the days of working for Jaehyun as an intern. The company’s database system comes to life in front of him, the words made up of pixels looking like gibberish when he’s so close to cumming.

Hearing his ragged breath, you start to jerk him faster. The veins that run across his cock pulsate under your grip, and Jungwoo lifts up his hips slightly to thrust even harder into your fist. The thing that sends him over the edge is the sound of the metallic nameplate on Jaehyun’s desk that shakes more the harder you pleasure him.

You manage to contain some of his cum inside your palm, ropes of white running down your fingers as it overflows. His cock is still throbbing, more shots pouring out with the slightest touch, staining his work shirt and long tie.

“You’re amazing.” You smile at him while you let him catch a breath, cleaning your hand with a tissue you took out from your purse.

“Thank you.”

“No, I mean it. You have this gift- I need you to come back to me again soon. You are all soul when you want to be, when you feel it, take me far away from my body.”

You turn around to check if someone is watching you, and steal a quick kiss from his full lips. His face is glowing. You thank him again.

Jungwoo groans at the mess he made, taking off his jacket to cover up his front. “I’m gonna go clean up in the bathroom. Can you turn off the computer for me? And text me later?”

“You got it.”

Patiently, you wait until he’s fully left the room before you take his seat on Jaehyun’s desk chair. You get your keychain from your bag, unhook a USB you keep there and connect the driver to the computer. Quickly navigating through the company’s database, you scroll down the names of the workers that the HR department keeps here along with their credentials.

You find your name in seconds, and upload a file of forged letter recommendations from your previous workplaces. ‘Doll’ is now fully qualified.

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[nowdoyoungknows]

Pairing/s: neighbor!doyoung x fem!reader

Genre/warning/s: heavy fluff, heavy angst, divorced doyoung, strangers to lovers kind of au, single female reader, mentions of deep sadness, mentions of cheating (PLEASE DO NOT CHEAT), mentions of food and alcohol, contains green jokes, flirting, cringey humor, lame story, slight makeout.

Summary: You fell in love with your neighbor, Doyoung, who is still on the stage of sadness and denial of his divorce/broken marriage.

Note: This is the part 2. I was intended to post it as one but text doesn't fit so I have to divide it. I apologize for the grammatical and spelling errors. Unedit. Do not take this plot seriously. Thank you.

Part 1 • Part 2

The next day came and it's time for Doyoung to fake his emotion once he stepped out of his apartment. He has to pretend that he didn't bawl in tears the previous night. Here he is now at the elevator together with you who greeted him like the usual friendly you, also faking as if you are unbothered by your discovery last night.

Doyoung fished something from his pocket, a familiar hello kitty sticky note. "Is the number written yours? He opened the topic which earned a mental slap from yourself. Shit. You almost forgot that you wrote your number on that sticky note and inserted that to the carton handle of the donut. You wished he never brought that issue up. 'Oh no! Did he get in trouble with his wife because of that?' you nervously thought. 'Did I ruin their marriage?'

You gave a nervous laugh and replied. "Don't take that seriously. Just forget that, will you? I was just trolling." He simply nodded and ignored you after. You assumed he bought your excuse.

Your annoying staff in your cafe is not helping your case because of their constant teasing about you trying to flirt with the bank manager guy yesterday. These kids will never let you live in peace.

"The bank manager guy." Haechan yelled that caused you to panic and fix yourself. The boys giggled that made you confused until you realize that they were pranking you.

"Ha ha funny. Let's see if you can laugh if I don't give you your salary." You sarcastically replied.

The cafe is full of people and all of you are busy catering your customers until your phone buzzed. You find a right time to check your phone and boy you are surprised as hell at who messaged you.

"Hey. Can I order 6 iced americano, 5 glazed donuts and one cream cheese bread? I will pick it up later. This is Kim Doyoung by the way."

Doyoung texted you. He saved your phone number. You slapped yourself. "Get together y/n. He is married. He is not flirting with you. He texted you for the food. This is business." After scolding yourself, you prepared his order that made one of your staff, Jeno, confused. "We didn't receive that order. To whom it is for?" He asked.

"Oh, Doyoung ordered it. He texted me." You replied which earned a nod from Jeno who is making the coffee. "Maybe he doesn't want to fall in line. There are lots of people."

People inside the cafe has slowly left, the place became less busy and more quiet. All of you are on stand by and waiting for customers until the bell chimed. Six men arrived including Doyoung. You quickly served the food that Doyoung ordered in advance. "Enjoy your meals." You said politely before leaving them alone to eat and do your job but eyes not leaving to the man you admire.

On the other hand, you have no idea that you are the topic of these men, specifically teasing Doyoung. "So she is the one hitting on you?" One of his colleagues and good friend named Kun asked Doyoung while looking at your direction.

"She is cute not gonna lie. She looks like a doll." Johnny commented.

"Because she is short?" Taeil gave a remark at Johnny's statement.

"She looks like the opposite of Jo—" Jungwoo was cut off by Taeyong, scolding him not to mention Doyoung's ex-wife as their friend is trying to move on. Jungwoo uttered an apology.

"Seriously Doyoung, you should start dating again and not give a damn about your ex." Johnny advised seriously. "Don't waste the opportunity. The fish is already swimming towards you, you don't even need to wait to catch some." He added pertaining to you.

"I'm not ready to let her go..." Doyoung replied honestly, sadness is evident.

"Bro... we are truly worried about you. You have lowered yourself too much for her when she clearly doesn't care about your feelings. She never treated you right, always acting as if you are just her personal assistant, her servant." Taeyong lectured. "I get the treat your wife like a queen but what you are doing is too much. You did everything for her but what did you get in return?" He didn't mention it but everyone knew what happened next. "Have some pity with yourself, you deserve someone who will reciprocate the love and kindness that you are giving."

"Just drink your sadness away and forget your stupid ex-wife. You are single now, don't be afraid to flirt. Celebrate your freedom." Jungwoo excited screamed which earned a slap to his hand from Kun this time.

"What drink are you talking about? Remember, you get wasted easily and you pass out. We're struggling to go home because of you." Kun scolded him.

Doyoung is thankful of his friends and their concern towards him. However, he isn't sure if he is ready to enter a new relationship at this point. His divorce is still fresh at least in his part. Besides, he always feel guilty whenever he looks at his wedding portrait. They are no longer together but why does he feel like cheating on his ex-wife whenever he smiles because of other women, especially you.

Your staff and you are cleaning the cafe, preparing to go home when one of your employee, Chenle, started to gossip. "Hey have you heard the conversation between bank manager guy and his friends? I heard something about divorce."

"Chenle, you're so nosy." Jisung remarked.

"I can't help it. They are too loud." Chenle rebutted.

"Yeah I heard it. Bank manager guy is divorced." Jaemin added, joining the gossip.

"Y/n, you said he is married, right?" Renjun asked you.

You are completely shocked at the information you heard recently. Doyoung's friends are too loud, you also unintentionally listened to their conversation. You are sure he is married as you saw their wedding portrait in his living room. Since when did they separated? Is that the reason why his wife is nowhere to be seen?

Two months since you moved in, your friendship with your neighbor, Doyoung has pretty much improved. You two had developed a habit of drinking your morning coffee at your respective balconies, having short conversation. You are careful enough not to bring up his divorce as you pictured Doyoung's voice talking about it with his friends at the cafe. He looked miserable and you respect his personal space and his feelings. You also habitually bringing him your cream cheese bread which became his favorite the moment he first tasted it.

One day when you are having your usual morning coffee, you confessed your feelings to him, early in the morning. You are actually brave in doing this maybe because you are not expecting any answer in return. You genuinely just want him to know that there is someone who love him and care for him, that he deserved to be important in someone's life, that he is not an option, that someone is loyal and faithful to him. "I like you...no I love you since I saw you. I'll be loyal to you, I promise."

"Thank you." Doyoung simply replied out of politeness.

Doyoung is currently watching his favorite series when he received a call from an unknown number. He accepted the call and few minutes later he is stumbling at his front door, wearing his shoes. He doesn't even bother changing his jogging pants and hoodie and just proceeded to the parking lot, drove to the place where you are currently in. The time he arrived, he quickly asked the reception which they guide you to where you are.

There you are on the emergency, your big scrap on your knees being treated by the nurse. Your eyes spotted Doyoung's tall figure so you waved at him with a smile on his face as if you hadn't been into a minor accident. "Hi Doyoung!"

The moment he saw you, he ran towards you and he started scolding you. "What happened to you? Are you alright? Is there any major injury aside from this scrap?" You didn't reply, instead you are grinning from ear to ear. Doyoung is worried of you, he sounds like a boyfriend to you, a husband to be exact. When he received no answer from you, he looked at you, rolling his eyes as he saw you smiling like a fool. "Stop smiling. You look stupid."

Doyoung fixed everything before the doctor let you go home. Your scooter was brought to the mechanic for repair. A car bumped into you at the parking space near the cafe that caused you to fall. Fortunately, you didn't get any major operations that needed surgery but you had this bruise on your knee that made it difficult for you to walk. Doyoung drove you home and guided you in walking but saw you struggling and in pain, he squatted in front of you and motioned you to ride his back which you happily accepted.

While walking, you sniffed his laundry fresh hoodie. "You smell good." He commented.

"Stop sniffing me." He protested.

"Finally you spoke to me. You were silent the whole car ride. Why?" You said but he remained silent so you decided to tease him. "Ohhh. I know why. You were jealous of that male nurse who treated my wound." You started while wiggling your eyebrows. Doyoung rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming."

"Awww. Don't be jealous. He is cute but you are the most handsome man in the world. You look like a model and you are cute too. I will never replace you." You pinched his cheeks. "You are my one and only." You sing sang the last sentence.

Doyoung groaned. "Stop it. I'm not jealous. Why would I?"

"I'm just kidding. You look so adorable, like a baby... my baby."

Your jokes are annoying and corny as hell but he is stupidly smiling at it but trying not to show it to you. You both arrived in front of your door, pressing the code, Doyoung carried you to your bedroom as your request. He laid you down and bid goodbye but you talked your last tease on him. "Where's my good night kiss?"

Doyoung walked towards you again but instead of a kiss, he gave you a light tap on your forehead. "Rest now. You're full of nonsense. Good night. See you tomorrow." Then left your apartment with a grin on his face.

Because of the minor accident, you are unable to use your scooter for it's on the repair shop. Although you have a wound in your knee, you need to be present in the shop because no one will guide your staff there so you insisted of going to work despite Doyoung protesting that you should rest for a day. Maybe putting him as your guardian and his phone number as the emergency number to call in the hospital is kind of a wrong idea because now Doyoung really acted as your parent rather than a husband of your dreams.

Being your stubborn self, you still insisted so he gave up. Instead, he offered to drive you to work then back at home since your work place are next to each other. Both your respective co-workers are teasing you and keep asking what's the real score.

"She loves you truly. I can see the way she looks at you." Out of nowhere, Taeyong talked.

"I know. She confessed months ago." Doyoung replied, eyes still glued at his computer, continuing his work.

"What did you do?" Taeyong was curious.

"Nothing. I didn't accept it but not reject it either. We're okay. No awkwardness." He answered.

Taeyong nodded and respected his choice. "I'm proud of you." He remarked. Which made Doyoung stopped what he was doing. "You are becoming lively since you started spending time with y/n. And didn't notice yourself, did you? You stopped your bad habit of stalking your ex-wife on Instagram."

It hit Doyoung hard just know. He never paid attention to his own self since the divorce even the most obvious one, he failed to see it. Is he improving at this point? He is unsure until now but he sure is improving because he found himself enjoying your company. Doyoung shut everything out at the process of his separation but this time, he is doing so. During his marriage with his ex-wife, he has no female friends for she doesn't let him and Doyoung doesn't want to give his wife a reason to lose her trust on him. Now, he is spending time with you.

Ever since the accident, Doyoung became your personal driver. He even accompanied you in grocery shopping. In return, he will have his dinner with you at your apartment, you will cook for him which he let you do since you love doing so and this serves as your appreciation to the kindness he is showing to you.

"You should sit down and let me cook the dinner." He commanded but you are stubborn and refused to listen to him.

"No. I'm in charge. Sit there and watch tv. I'm fine." You said in authority. "This is a wife duty." You added then chuckled at your own words.

Doyoung shook his head at your silliness. He knows you are making it seem like a joke but deep inside he feels like you mean it. But he is not ready, he doesn't even know if he could reciprocate the feelings. All he knows is he feels important when he is with you. Something he never felt before.

You took pictures of Doyoung while he is eating because he looks adorable when his cheeks are full. At first, Doyoung is being resistant but later gave up when he saw you squealing over the pictures plus he looks really cute. So he ended up giving you permission to post it and tag him.

"Let's take a selfie." You asked, your eyes twinkling.

"No. The pictures that you have taken is enough." He replied firmly but you keep poking his cheeks while whispering 'please' nonstop. "Okay fine but just one. If you didn't get it right, no more do-overs." He firmly requested which you agreed happily.

You aimed the camera in front of your faces. Doyoung prepared his smile and you counted from one to three but the moment you click the shutter button, you kissed him on his cheek, capturing the moment.

Doyoung has grown to be used to your antics like the blatant flirting and you casually clinging on him. He let you do that to him but this actually surprised him, the kiss. You are an element of surprise, never lack any tricks on your sleeves. You are something else, one of a kind. Are you really that in love with him?

"Don't worry. I'm not going to post it on social media if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm fine with keeping this to myself." You said in a calm manner, far from your hyper self. "I just get too excited. You are the first man I did this with. You are actually my first love." You confessed. "Don't judge me for being a late bloomer."

He nodded as a response and shortly after, he thanked you for the food before leaving. "Sleep rightaway and don't stay up late to play games." He warned you which you responded with a nod and smile, cheeks flushed in pink shade.

Two weeks have a passed and your knees are perfectly fine now so you can roam around your house freely and this is the right time for you to develop your new recipe that you might add in the menu if you perfected it.

You texted Doyoung rapidly after you finished baking which the man didn't replied, instead, he swiftly went to your apartment thinking some emergency happened to you but he was totally wrong. You were on your apron, looking like a mess because of flour, grinning at him widely. He panicked for no reason. "What?" Doyoung asked.

"I developed a new recipe. I want you to taste it first and give me an honest feedback and opinion about it." You explained.

Doyoung agreed to do it and took a bite of the bread, savor it while thinking what does he think. You waited for a response, hoping he will like it. Although you are open for the possibility that he might not like it, you are praying he would say something positive because you dedicated your work for him. "This is good. It is sweet but it is not something that people might get tired after eating it once. This is perfect, well-balanced. The cream cheese is sweet but the hint of mango jam made it less tiresome to eat."

You clapped your hand and thanked heavens Doyoung liked it. "Actually, it was inspired by you." You said honestly. "You are sweet and sour at the same time. You always scold me and tap my forehead but you are very kind to me and gentleman despite me being annoying." You poured your heart as you explained the reason behind the flavor. "And it is shaped like a bunny."

Doyoung was touched at your words. Never in a million years he would thought that someone would dedicate something for him. He never heard words from people he used to love that they were thinking of him when they work, he inspires them or something. This truly means a lot to him especially from someone who always think about themselves not being enough and not worthy of being loved. "Thank you. I appreciate it so much." He is truly grateful. It made his heart full.

While waiting for you to change clothes, he wandered his eyes around your apartment. It's very youthful, full of cartoon figurine as designs in the shelves but one thing stood out the most — the photo that you took during the dinner where you kissed him for the first time on the cheek, your first picture together, you actually printed and framed it.

"Should we watch movies now?" You suddenly appeared from your bedroom, wearing your pajamas and hoodie, similar to Doyoung's. You intended to buy one so you will look like a couple. You sat beside him and started the movie.

Thirty minutes in the movie and you are no longer paying attention on screen. Your eyes are glued at the face of the man beside you. Your eyes trailed from his eyes to nose then lips. You can't take it anymore so you tapped his shoulder that made him face and before he knew it, you moved closer to him gave a long peck on his lips. Your eyes are closed but it's the opposite of Doyoung's. His eyes are as wide as the owl's huge eyes.

Doyoung is having a battle inside his head whether to respond to the kiss or not. He doesn't to give you false hope by kissing you back if he is still contemplating who really are you to his life, what's your role in his life? Is he really in love or he just want to be spoiled by you because he never felt that with his ex-wife? With a heavy heard, he pushed you away from him and retreated to his apartment immediately, holding his chest as he closed the door.

You felt ashamed about what you did earlier. Here you are, screaming but suppressing it with your pillow, kicking the air. "This is so embarrassing. What am I thinking?" You are going crazy now but decided to sleep and hope for tomorrow not to be awkward between the two of you.

The next morning, you went to your balcony with a cup of coffee and the exact same time, Doyoung appeared. You greeted him like the usual which he does the same thankfully. Silence filled the air before you cleared your throat and spoke. "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I was carried away."

Doyoung, like he always do, nodded as a sign he understood. "Let's just forget about it." He responded which you agreed.

Deep inside, Doyoung was the one who can't forget about it. He doesn't get enough sleep because of it, his mind is floating somewhere while he was at work, your face is only what he sees whenever someone enter the bank, all of the employees' face are all you. This is madness.

After work, he decided not to go straight home. Doyoung went to the mall to unwind since you are already okay and your scooter has been repaired, he no longer needed to drive for you. He is currently at the department store looking for some new outfits to buy, spoiling himself again. Last time he does is, when he was still single in high school. He won a singing contest and he bought some clothes and a meal from McDonald's with the cash prize to pamper himself — it's been a long time.

Out of all places where he thought he can enjoy his me time, why now? Right in front of him, his ex-wife together with the guy she fooled around behind your back, his ex-friend. He just want to buy some new necktie but all he saw is these two wicked human being sweet while trying some necktie. "Oh hey Doyoung, how are you?" He asked in a mocking tone. "Looking... like a loser huh?"

The woman tapped her partner on the arm before speaking to her ex-husband. "You're still single I can tell. Why don't you just move on and accept that I can't be with you. I don't love you anymore." She paused for a while before continuing. "Marrying you is the thing I regretted the most. Just move on and find someone else who would fulfill your dream playhouse fantasy movie thingy."

"J-Joy..."

"If... someone would want to be with you." His ex-friend added an insult to the injury. "Look at you, standing like a loser." The guy was even laughing the moment he saw a tear escaping from Doyoung's eyes. Joy, the ex-wife, is trying to stop her boyfriend by pulling him away from the situation but they suddenly stopped as someone appeared beside Doyoung.

You happened to be in the department to look for shoes when you spotted Doyoung at the necktie section being confronted by two people — a man and a woman to be specific. His head hang low, fist balled, cheeks all red, stoned where he stand while the other man looked like a bully with his smug ugly face while the woman was uneasy. You walked closely and heard the whole conversation. 'That's cruel. Why do they have to say that after purposely hurting Doyoung in the past?'

Yes, Doyoung told you the story. The next day when you had the accident while he was cleaning your wound. "The last time I had the same wound  was when I scrapped my knee while I plead her not to leave me. I'm on my knees, hugging her knees tightly — one of the lowest days of my life." His bitter last words in his full book length story hit you hard. The day you promised to love him even more.

Thinking fast, you grabbed two boots and appeared beside Doyoung. "Love,  I've been looking for you for a minute." You acted exhausted pretending you are looking for him. "I needed your help but you disap— oh hello." You greeted in a fake but buyable way that you just noticed them. The two were actually shocked, can't even speak. "I'm sorry but we have to go, my boyfriend and I are on a rush." You said as you caress your tummy, leaving them what they would think about it. You just want to tease them. "Let's go love." You pulled him out of the situation.

You two are currently at the mall's outdoor garden as you are trying your best to calm Doyoung down who is still in emotional wreck. He is feeling weak and small as he let all his emotions out through a bucket of tears. You sat beside him, tapped his back and slightly embraced him.

"It's okay Doyoung, let it out." You comforted him. "They are heartless. How could they do that you?" You remarked in anger. "They think they looked cool there? They look more like the loser one. That guy is not even that handsome. You are miles better than him. The girl..." you paused. "Well she is beautiful... and tall BUT all of that are nothing with a rotten core."

Doyoung is still not responding, his hands covering his whole face. You continued soothing him until you spoke again. "Lucky I was there to save you. Do I look cool?" You tried to ease the tension by leaving some jokes here and there. "That's the first time I did that. I only acted once in a play in elementary, my role is a tree in the background." The broken humor that used to earn a chuckle from Doyoung, this time, it didn't. You heaved a sigh before going back to serious mode once again.

You put your hand on his shoulder and told him. "Don't be listen to what they are saying, there is someone who will love you and would want to be with you. Me. You have me. I feel your pain. I'm here to help you just tell me whenever it hurts." You embraced but this time Doyoung had enough and stood up, his bloodshot eyes looking at you directly in furious.

"WILL YOU STOP BEING ANNOYING AND SHUT THE FUCK UP?" He yelled at you which made you flinch. "YOU THINK YOU DID SOMETHING JUST BECAUSE YOU ENTERED THE SCENE A WHILE AGO? NEWS FLASH YOU DON'T LOOK COOL, YOU ARE NOT A HERO AND I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP." His emotions are now in control of his body, not thinking the words coming out from his mouth. "STOP ACTING LIKE A SAVIOR. DON'T ACT AS IF YOU UNDERSTAND MY PAIN AND FOR FUCK SAKE STOP MAKING IT ABOUT YOU. I DON'T LIKE YOU, NOT EVEN BE FRIENDS WITH YOU. YOU ARE AN ANNOYING PUPPY WHO KEEPS ON FOLLOWING ME AROUND AND BEING STUPIDLY ANNOYING. STOP PUSHING YOURSELF TO ME. I WILL NEVER LIKE SOMEONE LIKE YOU. YOU ARE NOT JOY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

At the very moment, you wished that you couldn't understand every single word that came from his mouth. Doyoung blurted out, vented out every single thing in one blow. Each words went through your ears, shove down to your throat then pierced straight to your already broken heart. Your vision is blurry as tears formed in your eyes. You couldn't process everything and all you can do is whisper an apology and ran away from the scene.

Know here you are in your cold room, bawling in tears not caring that much if some neighbors would hear you. Pillow drenched in tears, nose clogged, heavy breathing. Your feelings not being reciprocated is perfectly fine with you in all honesty. You are not afraid of that, not even waiting for a response, all you want is to simply express your feelings. You are contented and happy as long as you are with him. Does Doyoung really have to go that far? The words that he doesn't even want to be friends with you kept replaying inside your head. Why does he have to be mean? He should have ignored you in the first place, maybe you are not in this current state of being a lost puppy being kicked out of home.

The next morning, Doyoung woke up with a heavy heart. It took him hours to calm down last night, also took the same hour to process everything he said to you as well as the sight of you in tears before you flew out the place. He went too hard, offensive, rude, mean and hurtful kind of mirroring of his ex-wife the day she called it quits. Doyoung turned out to be that monster.

He made his coffee and went straight to the balcony with full of hope you are there, gathering his courage to apologize to you although he thinks it wouldn't be enough compared to all the distasteful words that came out from his disgusting mouth that night.

As expected, your balcony would be empty, no sight of you. What even is he expected? Did Doyoung honestly think you would act like nothing happened, that he wasn't a jerk last night and will casually greet you and crack a joke on you? Now, jokes on him. He no longer have the appetite to finish his coffee and decided to just go to work.

Both of you always walk out of your apartment at the same exact time, riding the elevator next to each other and leaving the building together. Today is different. You are nowhere to be seen. No one's going out from your place. Did you leave early or are you still inside? His journey to the parking lot is quiet and lonely. There is no you who would crack a joke, shamelessly flirt and will spill some tea.

Driving past dream cafe, he saw you sweeping the leaves in front of the shop. His question has been answered. You left for work earlier so you don't have to leave at the same time as him, you decided to avoid him, not wanting to piss him off by your annoying antics. That is the last thing that he would want to do, hurting Doyoung's feelings. Maybe he is right, you are being selfish for doing your own thing without asking him if it makes him comfortable. You are too carried away with your feelings because that's the first time you fell in love.

Your co-workers are worried about you. How can you be this good at faking your enthusiasm and smile in front of other people? You are always in the verge of crying but when someone will pass by you, you will paint a smile automatically as hard as you could then speak in the most cheerful way that you can get. "Good day, please have some free taste of our new menu." You tried to give them a portion of the bread happily, hopefully they won't notice how you struggle holding your tears back.

On the other hand, Doyoung is struggling to focus on his work. He saw you outside when he opted to get some fresh air. Instead, he spotted you struggle giving free taste outside your cafe, he saw you crying when no one's passing by. It crushed him, he is guilty. His words deeply affected you. The once y/n who is very positive and smiley is nowhere to be found. Doyoung is the culprit of the missing part of you.

Doyoung and his friends are currently in the lounge at their office. They noticed his silence and his bloodshot eyes. "What happened?" Taeyong asked worriedly.

"Did you see Joy somewhere that's why you are all sulky today?" Kun guessed but it didn't affect him, the mention of the ex-wife's name but he simply replied. "I suppose."

But the moment Johnny mentioned your name, emotions flooded. "I saw y/n at the cafe. She seems different today, she looks sad. That's weird and unusual of her. Doyoung do you have an idea what happened?"

That's the cue. His tears are having a raise who will fall the fastest, Doyoung quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom. His friends looked at each other and all of them picked up and pieced everything together. "I knew it." Jungwoo commented as he opened his palm. "Give me your money. You are all wrong."

Two months have passed since you decided to avoid Doyoung at all cost because of that incident. Whenever you happened to leave your apartment at the same time, you will opt to take the stairs instead of joining him inside the elevator. When your scooter broke, Doyoung offered to drive you to work but you ignored him and walked towards the bus stop as fast as you could. One time when Doyoung went to your cafe, ordered a bread then complimented you about how cute you are with the hello kitty clip, you brushed it off as it pissed you off a little bit. Did he honestly think that you are that easy to get? Doing the smoothest thing to get in your life just by being a flirt? Is he mocking you since you used to do that to him before? Annoyed, you slammed his order at his table and walked inside the kitchen without greeting him.

"Did you even apologize?" Kun started after Doyoung told everything that happened since your fight. He shook his head and said. "I can't find the right timing. I will gather my courage but then she will ignore me as if I'm not even existing, I'm invisible, I'm a thin air."

"Well, y/n can flirt with you even with your lack of response. You have no excuse. Man up and apologize even how many times she ignores you." Taeyong added. "We know you like her."

Doyoung was quick to deny. "No. I don't. It's just... I miss her jokes... and flirting... and her annoying antics... her food. That's all."

"Just say you missed HER. You talk too much and said less at the same time. You are already in love with y/n." Johnny teased him.

"No, I'm not."

"Then why are you not wearing the wedding ring anymore?" Taeil pointed at Doyoung's ring finger, noticing the subtle detail. The boys were surprised and it's true. Doyoung has eliminated officially one of his bad habits of wearing the wedding ring.

Jungwoo suddenly appeared and surprised everyone with his loud presence. "Look, Joy posted on Instagram that she is engage with pug-face." He announced as he showed everyone his phone, letting them see the post. Doyoung peaked and surprisingly it has no effect on him. "Okay. Then what are we going to do with that?" He replied.

"You're not going to cry?" Jungwoo asked in confusion.

"Why would I? It's her life." He simply replied, showing no hint of jealousy and sadness.

"See? You are in love with y/n. You already moved on with Joy." Taeyong pointed at him, looking proud.

After the long day of teasing, Doyoung has finally in his safe space earlier than usual. He has nothing to do and decided to clean his apartment, maybe give it a makeover. Sweeping the floor, wiping the furniture, changing carpets, bed sheets, pillowcases and curtains, decluttering his closet and lastly removing all the remnants from the pass – he finally had the guts to remove the wedding picture without the feeling of being hurt and sad, instead with a smile and light heart. He hid it at the box where he can no longer see it. Everything is fine now as he relaxed at his couch drinking beer. His eyes caught the attention of a hello kitty envelope, grabbed it pulled out the content. He remembered now, you gave him a copy of the first selfie you had at dinner, the one you placed in your living room. Doyoung smiled lovingly as he caressed your face in the picture with his thumb, his hear is beating fast.

It's already late at night, Doyoung can't close his eyes. Why is sleepiness ignoring him as well? Opening another canned beer, he sat on his balcony under the moonlight while looking at your empty ones. God knows how much he longed for you. Call him crazy but he found himself talking to the empty chair where you usually sit, the alchohol is slowly putting an effect on his system.

"Hey y/n! I know you can't hear me and probably you are sleeping, you should be! BUT I... I miss you so much I hope you are still up and playing video games at your living room so you can hear what I'm saying." Doyoung gulped another drink and continued. "You're annoying, a flirt, noisy, corny and... you are short and you are... the one I want. I want to be with you, I want to listen to your jokes everyday, cook for you, put you to sleep, hug you, kiss you and... love you. I'm deeply in love with you. I fell for you without me even realizing it. Your short ass managed to slip into my heart. I love you. I sincerely do. I'm very sorry for being a jerk, an asshole... I'm sorry if I'm stupid for saying all those things to you. You are annoying but I want you to stay in my life. You are not Joy and that's the reason why I love you. You are you." After he let out al his hidden feelings finally after trying to deny and resist it, he felt relieved even though there's a zero chance you heard it. He deeply sighed before falling asleep on his couch.

The next morning, Doyoung woke up, all sweaty and smelling like beer. Even difficult for him, he stood up to drink some water, take a shower and brush his teeth. Lucky for him, he has no work for today. He decided to take a jog today to make his a day a productive way. As soon as he stepped outside his dorm, he spotted you, carrying a luggage. Doyoung panicked mentally. Are you moving out? Are you leaving him?

You were about to enter the elevator when Doyoung called your name and ran towards you, holding your hand which rests on the handle of the luggage. "I know you are mad at me and avoiding me but do you really have to leave and move out?" His tone is pure sadness. "Okay, I'm sorry for everything that I've said and done. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry for venting out my frustration on you. You don't have to forgive me but don't leave. If you want, I will no longer bother you but please stay... I still want to see you every morning. You can treat me like a complete stranger if you want to, all I want is to see you. Please don't move out." He said in all honesty.

You blinked your eyes a couple of times, confused until you realized why. You wanted to laugh but decided to play along with him and looked at him in poker face. "Doyoung, I'm offended... you called me..."

He didn't let you finish, cut you off and replied. "Yes I know, I called you an idiot, selfish, annoying..."

"Short" you cut him off as well. "You called me short, that's what I'm going to say. You're being noisy last night just to call me short."

Now it's time for Doyoung to look puzzled and he looked funny to you. If only Doyoung can see himself. "You were actually right last night, I wasn't sleeping and I stayed up late night playing video games." You spoke. "I heard everything. I lost the game because of you... I was distracted by what you said." You added. "Did you m—"

"Yes i mean it, cross my heart, hope to die. I love you." He looked straight to your eyes, confessing his feelings, you can see his emotions. "So stay here. Don't leave." Doyoung embraced you tightly, not wanting to let you go.

"Doyoung, let go." You commanded. "I have to go." Then you broke to his hold. "Or else I won't be able to sell these garments."

"What?" Doyoung, at this point, has no idea what's actually going on. "What sell?"

"I'm not leaving." You told him the truth because you can no longer hold this prank anymore. "I'm on my way to my friend's boutique to deliver these clothes. I'm sewing clothes too..." you then broke into laughter. "If only you can see how puzzled you look. You look like you are holding your poop. You are nervous as hell."

His hand is aiming at you ready to tap your forehead like how he usually do it whenever you are being annoying but this time instead of his hand, his lips touched your forehead, giving you a loving, gentle and long kiss. "Annoying." Doyoung said after letting your forehead go.

"You are annoying too. I thought you are going to kiss me on the lips."

"Later."

"Now."

"Later."

You huffed as you two rode the elevator. Doyoung is lame, you thought inside your head but the moment the elevator door closed, he gave what you wanted, kissing you the whole elevator ride, fortunately no one interrupted, it's only the two of you. He didn't let you gasp for air and just sealed your plump lips with the sweetest yet hottest kiss you've received, only letting you go when the door opened. Your cheeks are flushed, still catching air while Doyoung smiled like a fool. "I love you so much."

"I love you too..." You replied after you recovered from the kiss. "Can we do that again?" You requested that earned a big laugh from him.

END.

[sprinklesofktrash]

In public?! - k.jungwoo

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo x fem reader

Warnings: Smut

Word counts: 2.1k

Summary: Jungwoo want to try something risky with you and it ended up being fucking in the fitting room in the mall.

“Thank you” Jungwoo mocked you after you thank the cashier. You rolled your eyes at him. 

Jungwoo has always been the jealous type. It’s your first relationship, every time you approach a guy or say something to one, Jungwoo acts like you’re flirting with them. His action reflects onto you, whenever he talks to other females or other females look at him, you give them the same gesture as he did. 

Even when Jungwoo knows your loyalty is with him, he still has doubts. He would go on your phone and check out your DM’s and read your messages. When he sees something he doesn’t like he would get mad. Whenever he’s mad, it gets you upset and whenever you’re upset, you can’t control your anger. 

You’d ignore him until he apologize to you or you two would make up by having sex. It’s unhealthy but you know he loves you and so do you. But you both do love each other very much and are afraid to lose one another. So the little things would mean a lot to him and you try not to get him jealous or think otherwise.  

“You know I’m only saying thank you right?” you ask Jungwoo who was upset.

“Not from the way he keeps looking at you” Jungwoo growl. You rolled your eyes. 

“Can you stop being mad over the smallest thing? Seriously. Suddenly, I can’t say thank you?” You ask him. Jungwoo stops you from walking. 

“I never said you can’t” He retorted. 

“Then, why are you getting mad all of the sudden!?” You raised your voice, earning stares from everyone. Jungwoo look around and felt embarrassed. He grabbed your wrist and lead you to the fitting room. 

“Why are you raising your voice at me?” He asks. 

“Because you’re getting upset over the dumbest thing!” you said frustratedly. Jungwoo closes his mouth before turning around. A thing he does to calm himself down. 

“You can’t be upset with just because I said thank you” You lower your tone. Jungwooon turns around and quickly grabs your wrist and leads you inside a stall. 

Jungwoo didn’t say anything, you know he was upset. He doesn’t like when you’re correct. “Ju-“ He cut you off by smashing his lips on yours. He leads you inside a stall and locks the doors. He begins to unzip your sweater down showing your tank top underneath. 

His hands start to massage your breast, earning a small moan from you. You begin to unzip his pants, forgetting the fact that you both were just arguing with each other a few seconds ago. 

“We’re in public babe” You stop kissing him. His hand found its way to your pants and unbuttoned them. 

Jungwoo smirk, “I guess we have to keep quiet right? Unless you can’t?” He was playing with you. You know you don’t like it when he underestimates you. You grab his collar and push him to the bench. He smirks as he watches you strip out of your pants. You drop your pants and take your panty off. 

You kneel in front of Jungwoo and help him take his pants off. “You want me to suck you off? Or you’re going to make a lot of noises?” You teased him as you stroked his cock. 

Jungwoo hisses and grabs your face, he slams his lips onto yours. His hand move down to your neck as you stand up and sat over his thighs. 

You begin to rock your hips against his throbbing cock, teasing him. “Stop teasing” he groans against your lips. 

“You kind of deserve it,” you told him. Jungwoo snakes his hands down your back and grabs a handful of your ass. And he slaps it, making you groan quietly. 

“You like it when I spank you huh?” Jungwoo smirk as he looks down at your lips and back into your eyes. 

You took his cock and begin to align with your wet folds. You slowly take his cock in making you both moan in unison. 

“I also like it when you fuck me hard” you smirk as you begin to rock your hips. Jungwoo looks down at your hips but you pull his chin up. 

“Look at me” You whispered. Jungwoo bit his lips as he grip onto your hips. You wrap your hands around his neck as he helped you pick up your pace.  

You lean into his body as you rest your head on his forehead. Jungwoo notices how your breathing gets heavy, “you’re doing so well-baby” Jungwoon kisses your nose. You nodded as you begin to lose your pace. 

“Stand up baby,” he said. You got off of him before he make you look at the mirror and put your right leg on the bench. 

Jungwoo makes you bend over as he inserts himself inside. You whimper as he wraps his arms around your body. 

You lean back onto Jungwoo’s chest and watch him through the mirror. “Watch how I fuck this little cunt of yours” Jungwoo whispered in your ear. 

You bit your lip as you hold on to his hand that was gripping your hip. Jungwoo covers your mouth so you won’t make too many noises. 

“Listen to how wet your cunt is, you like my cock that much baby?” Jungwoon glared at you. You whimper and nod. 

Jungwoo's hand travels down to your clit and begins to rub in circles. You groan on his hand as you felt that area getting more sensitive. Jungwoo hisses and makes you spread your legs apart again. 

“I can feel you clenching your walls around me, do you want to cum baby?” Jungwoo smirk as his hand removes from your lips and down to your neck.

You nodded. Jungwoo licks his lips before making you bend over the bench and begin to thrust inside of you forcefully. This time you couldn’t help but moan very loudly. Jungwoo who was also groaning didn’t care who hears the two of them. 

Jungwoo took a hand full of your hair and pull it making you groan. You watch him through the mirror as he pumps himself inside of you aggressively. “I’m going to cum” you cried. Jungwoo nodded as he too was about to cum. 

Jungwoo slaps your ass before gripping into your hips and going in deeper. He started losing his pace as you came around his cock. You clench your walls around his cock making him moan loudly and came inside of you. The two of you breathe heavily and slip his cock out. 

He sat beside you tiredly. You rest your head on his shoulder, “Jungwoo, you know I love you. I would never do anything to disappoint you” You rest your hand on his. Jungwoo smiles and kisses the back of your hand. Jungwoo knows he’s always hard on you, he didn’t want to lose you because he loves you very much. 

He doesn’t want the same thing to happen to him with his previous ex who cheated on him. That’s why he’s being like this around you. You would never cheat and Jungwoo knows that. 

“I’ll better okay? I’m sorry if I was rude towards you, I love you” Jungwoo kiss your temple. You look up at him, “I’m sorry if I raised my voice at you, I know you don’t like that” You look down at his lips. Jungwoo smiles and leans in to kiss your lips. 

“Let’s go before they call security on us” You laugh. Jungwoo nodded before he helped you with your clothes. The two of you left the mall in a hurry before getting in trouble. 

Jungwoo did stick to his words and became better.

[by-soleil]

hard to say goodbye

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Genre: fluff

Warning: kissing, fluffy puppy jungwoo

This fic was inspired by “Hard to Say Goodbye - Johnny Stimson”

A Jungwoo birthday special<3

Preview: Jungwoo help you realize that some things are worth the struggle.

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There are many things in life that you absolutely believe is a waste of time. For example, brewing your own coffee instead of getting it from your local starbucks, or laying in bed for more than five minutes after waking up when you could’ve been out and about. You value efficiency.

The same principle applies to your relationship matter, so you often—if not always—would drop everything and just bolt right out of it to save your ass the time and heartbreak at the first sign of things not working out. But upon meeting Jungwoo you’ve come to the realization that maybe you were just being skeptical. About a lot of things.

Jungwoo taught you that the extra 10 minutes it would take to grind your own coffee beans then pouring the hot water slowly in circular motion is worth it. Or the extra 15 minutes spent having a pillow talk in the morning would resulting you to be in a good mood for the better part of the day.

In other words, Jungwoo help you realize that some things are worth the struggle.

So, here you are. Laying down fully dressed in you pantsuit—all ready to go—next to your sleeping boyfriend. Your hands running through his hair, giving his scalp gentle scratch that make him smile in his sleep. Looking like a peaceful sleeping puppy. Making it hard to say goodbye.

The old you would’ve ended the relationship the minute you receive the email about your big promotion to New York. Knowing fully well that long distance relationship never worked. That it is a waste of time and energy, for both parties.

But thanks to Jungwoo, the first thing you did when you got the email was searching how long does the flight from your city to New York would take. Considering you’d be on it a few times a month. Gasping when the realization of how much you have and willing to change for Jungwoo hits.

You thought the goodbye would get easier the more times you had it. It doesn’t. Jungwoo makes it harder every time, making it feel like you die a little every single time.

Glancing at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you pull out your phone from your now wrinkled pantsuit, making a mental note to stop by your place for a quick change before going to the meeting as you order an uber.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you lean in to kiss him. Waking him up.

“Good morning, love.” You breathe on his jaw.

Jungwoo starts to squirm, stretching his whole body before throwing his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “Good morning.” he sleepily grunts, kissing your temple. “Why do you have to be so great at everything you do and got placed in some big ass office so far away from me?” he whines.

You laugh, trying to shimmy yourself out of his grasp before your pantsuit look even more unpresentable.

It took you a good few minutes to finally free yourself from Jungwoo’s attack of affection. And when you finally stand beside his bed, his hands are reaching out to you, an attempt to pull you back in. Only to fall back into the mattress when you’re not budging. He closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep. Making you laugh.

Seeing your boyfriend laying shirtless on the bed, hair’s all messed up courtesy of you, your smile grow. You take a mental picture of the breathtaking view that is your boyfriend, knowing you will need it later.

Sensing your admiring gaze, Jungwoo chuckles. “Take a picture, won’t you? It’ll last longer.” handing you your phone from the bed.

You took the phone from his hand and slide the home screen to take a picture of Jungwoo. “Don’t mind if I do.” you say as the snapping sound of your camera fills the room.

Jungwoo suddenly sits up, grabbing his phone from the bedside table he smiles at you. “Okay, my turn.” he says pointing the camera at you.

You quickly throw your hands to cover his phone, “Babe, no. My clothes all ruined because of you.”

“Well, then take it off.” he throws you a suggestive smile. Making you whine even more. Definitely don’t need the mental picture of you both shirtless on the bed and everything that would follow after, when your uber is probably around the corner.

Missing a flight because of a prolonged goodbye is nothing new to you. But this time you really couldn’t afford it. The meeting this afternoon is something you’ve been preparing for for weeks. And nothing, not even your love for this puppy-eyed boyfriend of yours could keep you from that.

“Believe me, if I could stay, I would.” you reach for his hands to pull him out of bed. “My ubers gonna be here any minute now.”

When you finally manage to get your boyfriend dressed and out of the bedroom, he pulls you into a hug. “I don’t like this.” he murmurs to your hair.

“Do you think I do? The worst part of loving you is leaving.” you mumble to his chest. And he tightens his hug even more.

“I don’t want you to leave.” he mumbles.

“I don’t want to, but I have to. I already feel so lonely.” you sigh loudly. Burying you face even deeper on his chest.

“I wish I could be at two places at once. So the other one of me could just follow you around like a lost puppy.” he squeezes you, lifting you off the ground. Making you laugh for god knows how many times this morning.

The two of you stay glued to each other until your phone vibrates. “My uber’s here. Unfortunately.”

He helps you carry the small carry on filled with two days worth of clothes. Placing it on the trunk of the uber and say nonchalantly to the driver, “Please be careful. You’re carrying my whole world right here.” that resulting in unison scoff from both you and the uber driver.

“Don’t worry man, I gotchu, I gotchu.” the driver said, st-ill chuckling.

Embarrassed, you quickly kiss Jungwoo and climb inside the uber. “See you Friday.” you tell him quickly. Before waving at him as the car starts moving.

When Jungwoo’s finally out of sight, you can’t help but laugh at how sappy the goodbye was when the two of you will be reuniting in less than a week. But then again, Jungwoo seemed to keep pulling the best—or maybe the worst—in you.

Either way, you love it. You’d love everything the world has to offer as long as Jungwoo is in it.

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[soobinscutedimples]

Do you love me?

pairing | Jungwoo x female reader

warnings/genre: smut, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, kissing.

a/n: i hope you guys like this !!

song: dead man walking -brent faiyaz

“psst, y/n what’s the answer to question eight?” haechan whispers, you roll your eyes and go back to the page that had question eight on it, you look at the answer and whisper the answer to him.

“the answer is b” you whisper back to haechan and the teacher stares at me, you quietly place your pencil on the floor so it looks like you dropped something from your desk, the teacher walks up to you and he pulls you out the classroom to have a little talk with you.

“what is it mr.lee?” you said in a calm tone, mr.lee seemed to be pissed at you, mr.lee took a deep breath and went all out on you.

“WHY WERE YOU CHEATING Y/N? THIS IS THE THIRD TIME IVE CAUGHT YOU CHEATING IN MY CLASS. IF I CATCH YOU CHEATING AGAIN YOU ARE OUT OF MY SCHOOL.”

you just zoned out from him yelling at you, you didn’t give a shit about what he said to you, he always does this and no one never does anything about it. he yelled so loud that the literal kids inside the class could hear him.

“i’m sorry.” you said calmly, he yelled at you once more time before you went back into the class. yelling doesn’t really affect you anymore since you get yelled at 24/7 by your teachers, friends, and family so it’s a normal thing now, he didn’t really let you explain yourself. i mean yes you were cheating but you could’ve said a better excuse if he would have let you explain yourself. you walked back to your seat and sat down feeling annoyed, haechan looked at you looking worried about you, you were gripping your hair and balling your hands into a fist. you finally finished the test and placed it on your teachers desk, you went back to your seat when you heard the bell ring and you got your bookbag and walked out the classroom, haechan followed you and hugged you while you were walking to the doors to finally fucking get out of this horrible school. “hey are you okay?” haechan asks and grips your hand.

“yes i’m okay.” you said in a annoyed tone.

“how about we go to a coffee shop to get you in a better mood huh?” haechan offered. you held his hand and put your head on his shoulder.

we walk to the coffee shop and you see your middle school best friend. Kim Jungwoo. He looked at you straight in the eyes and he smiled.

“Y/n !” You smiled and waved to Jungwoo.

“come here and have a drink with us!” He said in a nice tone so we went to go sit with jungwoo and his friend sungchan.

“sit here” jungwoo was patting the spot next to him for you to sit there, you sat there and gave you a tight hug, you guys haven’t seen each other in 2 years so it’s very refreshing to see your middle school best friend again.

“should i order coffee for you guys?” jungwoo asked and you smiled.

“sure, get me an iced coffee please!” you said, jungwoo got up to go order the coffee and you were just stuck with sungchan and haechan.

“so how’s college going?” sungchan asks, you clear your throat.

“well me and haechan are freshman’s in college and it’s pretty good right now, aside from the stupid teachers everything’s good.”

jungwoo had came back with our drinks and gave me a light smile when he passed you your coffee. you took a sip of your coffee and jungwoo placed his arm on your shoulders.

10:45pm friday march 3rd 2022

you had arrived home and you got a text from jungwoo

jungwoo !

10:46pm

hey y/n !

wanna go to a party tomorrow? sungchans hosting the party and a bunch of people are coming !!

uhm sure, i can wear whatever right?

yeah of course !

the party starts at 8pm tomorrow:)

alright i’ll be there, see you soon!

you smiled and you went to your bathroom turning on the shower and waiting for the water to get hot, you slip off your clothes and get in the shower, you wash your hair and start to shave your legs and get all ready for the party tomorrow. you get out the shower and put on your towel and walk out the bathroom, you put on your pajamas and get in bed to fall asleep

1:30pm saturday march 4th

you wake up and put on your slippers

“fuck what time is it” you looked at your phone and went to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast, once you finished breakfast you sat down and ate for a little bit. you sat in your bed to take another nap and you set your alarm for 7pm so that you could get there early

7:00pm saturday march 4th

you woke up from your alarm and got in the shower, you washed your hair and washed the rest of you body, you washed your face real good so that you could impress jungwoo. you got out the shower and picked your outfit, you put on a black dress that showed your curves and some black converse along with a black bag, you went to your bathroom to do your hair and your makeup, you curled your hair and put on some natural makeup along with some diamonds on your eyelids, you put on some red lipstick and smiled at yourself in the mirror, you got your phone and put a knife in your bag and you left your house. you called an uber to the address of sungchans house and you waited outside of your house, the car got there and they got you to the house, once you got to the house you got out and knocked on the door, you waited a bit and suddenly a beautiful man answered the door, it was Kim Jungwoo.

Kim jungwoo is your middle school best friend and you’ve had such a huge crush on him ever since you guys even looked at each other, jungwoo looked at you and smiled. “come in y/n” you walked in the house and you were shocked. the house was so big..it was like a mansion, jungwoo gave you a big hug, your stomach flipped and your heart was beating so fast, when he let go you saw so many people sitting and dancing even some of them making out, the music was so loud that you couldn’t even hear jungwoo speaking he literally had to yell in order for you to hear him.

“it’s nice right?” he asked and you nodded while staring at his lips, his lips look so soft and smooth, he caught you staring at his lips and smiled.

“huh- oh yeah it’s nice!” he giggled and put his arm over your shoulder, he brought you to sungchan and you guys greeted each other.

“your house is so big, are you rich?” you whispered, sungchan smiled and laughed while shaking his head no, jungwoo pulled you to him and started walking to the couch with you, you heard the door bell ring so you went up to answer it and you saw haechan, haechan went in for a huge hug and hugged your waist tightly, he saw jungwoo from the corner of his eye looking at you with jealousy in his eyes, he stopped hugging you and he went to go grab a drink, when you sat back down with jungwoo he took in a big sigh.

“do you like haechan?” you laughed and shook your head no

“don’t lie to me, i saw how he was hugging your waist” he said in a calm down but also feeling a bunch of jealousy

“me and haechan are just friends, calm down” jungwoo looked at you with big eyes and got up from the couch while dragging you with him, you and jungwoo went up the stairs and went into a room.

“why are we in here jungwo-“ he cut you off with a kiss, it felt just like how you imagined it, soft,smooth,and hot. the kiss got sloppier and he started to grab your waist, he slithered his tongue into your mouth and connected it with yours, he started to move down from your lips to your neck and started giving light kisses on your neck, you took off your dress so that he could go further down on your body, now all that you were left in was your bra and your wet underwear. his soft lips went to your chest and he unclipped your bra easily, he went down and started to suck on one of your nipples and message the other boob with his free hand, his other hand was feeling the wetness of your underwear and rubbing his fingers in circles, it just wasn’t enough for him so he unbuckled his belt and took off his shirt along with his pants. the only thing he was left with was his boxers, he dragged you to the bed and he layed down signaling for you to sit on his lap, you sat on his lap while he was laying down and you started to ride geode on his dick trying to make him hard, you couldn’t take it anymore so you removed his underwear and your panties. he flipped you over and he slammed into you, every time he pounded into you it made a tear drop come out from your eye because of how big he is.

“fuck jungwoo !” you screamed, he was too big that you couldn’t handle him.

“hm? am i too big for you?” he said, he gripped your hair to see your pretty face in action, you grabbed onto the sheets of the bed and arched your back more, he pounded into you even harder every time you made a sound, he was getting close so he released onto your back and he flipped you over, he licked his two fingers and made sure that they were wet enough for your pussy, he stuck his fingers inside your pussy slowly then started to fasten the pace, he put to fingers in your mouth so that people couldn’t hear you guys, he curled his fingers inside your pussy and that made your head spin.

“i’m close !” you yelled, he fastened the pace of his fingers and you came onto his fingers, he put the two fingers he had just used for your pussy and put them inside your mouth.

“you like that right? taste yourself baby.”

you looked at him in the eyes and he dropped on the bed next to you, he cupped your face and gave you a kiss.

“let’s put our clothes on shall we ?” he said in a calm tone, you smiled at him and gave him one last kiss before putting your clothes back on, your hair was a mess so you just put it in a bun. you and jungwoo went back downstairs like nothing happened, but there was this one question that really made your stomach twist.

“Do you love me?”

“of course i do jungwoo.” you smiled and kissed his lips.

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