༘⋆ BABY, IM THE JEALOUS TYPE ☾
synopsis : when a rookie idol greets jiwoo a little too warmly at an event, sunghoon snaps. what follows is a night of punishment that leaves her shaking. by the time he’s done, she won’t even remember the idols’ name
warnings: jealous!sunghoon, possessive!sunghoon, established relationship, explicit sexual content (smut), humiliation, orgasm denial/control, rough sex (consensual), manhandling, praise kink, dirty talk, biting
Award shows were always exhausting.
By the third hour, Jiwoo’s cheeks hurt from smiling, her feet hurt from standing and she was fairly certain she’d thanked at least fifty different people for things she could barely remember anymore. The venue buzzed with noise from every direction, staff members rushing around backstage, idols greeting each other, cameras catching every interaction whether you wanted them to or not. It was chaos, the kind of chaos she’d gotten used to.
After aespa’s performance, she’d finally managed to slip away from the main crowd for a few minutes. Not to exactly hide, just to breathe. The backstage corridors were still busy, but at least nobody was shoving microphones in her face, or so she’d thought. “Jiwoo!” She looked up at the sound of her name. A male idol she vaguely knew was walking towards her, smiling widely. They’d met before at music shows and year-end festivals. Not close friends, but friendly enough that she wasn’t surprised when he approached.
“Hi,” she greeted politely. “How have you been?” The conversation started normally, completely normal. They’re exchanged the usual questions about promotions and schedules, Jiwoo answered politely, occasionally glancing down the hallway where staff members continue to rush past. Then without wanting, he stepped forward and hugged her.
For a second, Jiwoo completely froze. Not because the hug lasted very long , it didn’t. Not because it was appropriate enough to cause a scene, it wasn’t. It was just unexpected. One moment they were walking, the next his arms were around her shoulders. The entire interaction probably lasted two seconds, maybe three, but it was enough. Enough for Jiwoo’s brain to short-circuit briefly, enough for several idols to glance over, enough for Sunghoon to see it.
Jiwoo didn’t realize he was there until she stepped back from the hug. The second she did, her eyes found him. Standing several feet away, completely still. The male idol continued talking, completely oblivious, Jiwoo wasn’t.
The shift in his expression was so slight most people would’ve missed it, but Jiwoo didn’t. His jaw tightened just a fraction, his gaze sharpening, and suddenly he wasn’t just standing there anymore, he was walking toward them. “Jiwoo,” he said when he reached her, voice calm, too calm. The male idol greeted him politely, stepping back a little, but Sunghoon didn’t even look at him. His focus stayed entirely on her. “Hi,” she said carefully, already sensing trouble. He glanced at the other idol, just briefly this time, before looking back at her. “Can I talk to you for a second?” There was something in his tone that made it less of a question and more of a decision already made. Jiwoo sighed softly but nodded anyway. “Yeah.”
They barely made it three steps down the hallway before she felt it, his hand brushing lightly against her wrist, guiding her just slightly out of the crowd and into a quieter corner near a dressing room door. Then he stopped. “So,” she said slowly, crossing her arms, “are you going to tell me what that was, or—” “No way,” Sunghoon cut in, finally looking at her properly. She blinked. “What?” “That guy,” he said, nodding faintly back toward where they’d come from. “You’re actually telling me I imagined that?”
Jiwoo stared at him for a second, then let out a quiet laugh before she could stop herself. That was the wrong move. “What are you laughing at?” His voice dropped a little. “I don’t think this is funny.” That only made her laugh harder for a second, mostly out of disbelief, before she shook her head. “Oh come on, you and I both knew what he was doing.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Jiwoo.” That tone, she knew that tone all too well.
Still, she didn’t back down. Instead, she stepped a little closer, tilting her head up at him like she was studying him now instead of the situation. “You’re jealous.” “I’m not jealous.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.” “You literally pulled me away from a conversation.” “He was too close to you.” Jiwoo hummed softly, almost teasing now, watching him carefully. “So you are jealous.” Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, clearly trying to keep his composure, but it wasn’t working as well as he thought it was. “He was leaning in.” “He was talking.” “No, he was leaning in.” “That’s called speaking, Sunghoon.” He didn’t answer that.
Instead, he just looked at her for a long moment, like he was trying to decide whether he was annoyed or just done pretending he wasn’t affected. She stepped closer, until there was barely any space left between them, her voice dropping slightly. “You really don’t like it when I talk to other people, huh?” “I don’t like when people think they can—” He stopped himself mid-sentence, jaw tightening again. “Think they can what?” He looked away for half a second, then back at her, frustration mixing with something else entirely. “Nevermind.” Jiwoo raised an eyebrow. “No, finish your sentence.” Sunghoon exhaled again, slower this time, before he reached out and lightly caught her wrist. Not pulling, not forcing, just there, grounding. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” “Somewhere.” She blinked. “Woah, where are we going?” His grip shifted slightly, fingers tightening just enough to make his intention clear as he started walking. “The fuck home, that’s where we’re going.” Jiwoo let herself be pulled for a second before she laughed again, shaking her head as she followed him. “You’re really dramatic, you know that?” He didn’t look back, but his voice came steady. “You’re testing me.”
Before she could tease him again, he was already pulling out his phone. A few quick taps later, he slipped it back into his pocket. The cool evening air hit them as they stepped outside, and Jiwoo noticed that he was still quieter than usually. Normally, if they managed to steal time together after schedules, he’d be talking about something right now. Some random story from practice, a complaint about his members, a video he’d seen only that he’d insist on showing her. Tonight, none of that was happening.
Instead, he stood beside her with his hands shoved into his pockets, gaze fixed somewhere across the street while they waited for the taxi to arrive. Jiwoo tilted her head, he was still thinking about it. The realization sent another wave of heat through her, “You know,” she said carefully, “he wasn’t even my type.” Sunghoon turned slowly, the look he gave her was almost offended, “That isn’t helping.” She burst out laughing, the taxi pulled up a minute later.
Sunghoon opened the door first, waiting for her to climb inside before following after her. The space felt smaller than usual once the door shut behind them, the city lights outside painted shifting reflections across the windows as the driver pulled away from the curb and merged into traffic. For a while, neither of them spoke. Jiwoo settled into her seat, stealing occasional glances in his direction. Sunghoon just stared straight ahead, still annoyed, still thinking. Still replaying what he’d seen in the hallway, the realization was oddly endearing.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until Jiwoo couldn’t take it anymore. She reached over, fingertips brushing his sleeve, “Hoon.” No response, his jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the window like the Seoul skyline had answers. She tugged harder, “Park Sunghoon.” That got his attention, he turned his head slowly, eyes dark, unreadable. “You’re really pushing your luck tonight.”
Jiwoo huffed, “You’re pouting over nothing—“ His hand shot out, catching her wrist, “Nothing?” His thumb traced circles over her pulse point. “You literally let him touch you, Jiwoo.” “It was one greeting hug—“ Sunghoon leaned in, close enough that his scent wrapped around her. “And if i hugged some actress like that?” Jiwoo’s lips parted, Oh, so that was the game. She tilted her chin up, stubborn, “I’d survive.” A slow smirk curled his lips, “Liar.”
The car hit a bump, pushing her closer. His free hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing possessive against the fabric of her dress, “You’d lose your fucking mind.” Jiwoo swallowed, fair point.
The second the dorm door clicked shut behind them, Sunghoon’s patience snapped. Jiwoo barely had time to gasp before his arm hooked around her waist, hauling her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. “Hoon!” She swatted at his back, legs kicking uselessly as he walked down the hall, “Put me down—” He didn’t.
The bedroom door slammed open, and then she was tumbling onto the mattress, the plush duvet doing little to soften the force of his grip. Sunghoon leaned over her, one knee sinking into the mattress beside her hip, caging her in. His gaze burned, no smirk, no teasing glint, just intent.
“Clothes off.” The command left no room for negotiation. Jiwoo’s breath hitched. She knew that tone, she knew what happened when she tested it, but she did so anyway. “Or what? You’ll make me?” His hand shot out, fingers tangling in the fabric of her shirt, “Try me.” His voice dropped, rough at the edges, “Or do you want me to ruin this pretty little outfit?” A shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers curled into the hem of her top, slow and deliberate, just to watch his jaw tighten, “Maybe I do.” His laugh was dark, promising, “Bad choice.”
Jiwoo tugged the fabric up, just a little bit, just enough to tease the sliver of skin above her waistband and his patience snapped. His hand closed over hers, yanking the shirt over her head in one swift motion. The cool air hit her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his glare raking over her. “Cute,” he muttered, thumb brushing the lace of her bra, just shy of where she wanted him. “Now the rest.”
She arched a brow, heart hammering, “Not even gonna help?” Sunghoon leaned down, his lips grazing her ear, “You wanted to play stubborn, so beg.” Jiwoo’s breath caught. Her hands flew to the zipper of her skirt, but he caught her wrist again, pinning it to the mattress. “Uh-uh. Words, baby.” She squirmed, but his grip was iron, “Sunghoon—” “Wrong answer,” his free hand trailed up her thigh, fingertips digging in just enough to sting. “Try again.” Jiwoo bit her lip, fine. “Please…”
The moment the word left her lips, he moved. Her skirt was gone before she could blink, tossed somewhere across the room. His hands moved up her bare thighs, slowing just to watch the way her breath hitched when his thumbs brushed the edge of her panties. “Now, you remember how to behave?” He chucked, low and dark as he tipped her chin up with a finger. “You should’ve started with ‘please’ an hour ago, baby.”
Jiwoo arched under his touch, nails biting into his biceps, “You’re insufferable—” The rest of her protest dissolved into a gasp as Sunghoon’s lips grazed the sensitive spot beneath her jaw. “And you love it,” he murmured against her skin, his hands tightening on her hips. He wasn’t wrong.
His lips moved across her neck, trailing possessive nips. Her head fell back, a gasp escaping her parted lips. Each press of his lips ignited a fire under her skin, sparking at every point of contact. She fumbled at the hem of his shirt, desperate. “Take this off.” Sunghoon chuckled, hot against her skin. “Needy.” But he complied, shrugging off the fabric and tossing it aside with zero care, leaving his torso on display.
Jiwoo let out an involuntary whine at the sight, hands tracing the hard planes of his abs like she’d never get enough. He captured her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “No touching.” His eyes burned. “Not yet.” She whined again, arching into his grip, but he held her in place with ease. “You’re gonna take what i give you.”
She squirmed, testing his grip. It didn’t budge. Sunghoon’s smirk widened, taking obvious pleasure in her helplessness. His free hand wandered, fingers grazing her skin like a brand. She shivered, heat pooling low in her stomach. “So pretty.” His voice dropped, graveled, and Jiwoo felt his words like a caress. “All laid out for me.”
His fingers traced patterns along her ribs, dipping just beneath the edge of her bra like he couldn’t decide whether to tease or claim. Jiwoo’s breath hitched, her hips arching off the mattress, unthinking, desperate, but he clicked his tongue, pressing her back down with that same infuriating smirk. “Told you.” His grip on her wrists tightened. “No touching.” She whimpered, nails digging into her own palms where he held them captive. “Sunghoon—”
“What?” His thumb brushed the underside of her breast, featherlight, cruel. “You thought I’d let you off easy after tonight?” Jiwoo’s protest dissolved into a gasp as his mouth replaced his hand, teeth grazing the lace covering her nipple. His chuckle vibrated against her skin. “That’s what I thought.”
The air between them crackled as he finally released her wrists, only to trail his fingertips down her arms in a mockery of tenderness. Jiwoo barely had time to catch her breath before his hands slid behind her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. “Still breathing, baby?” His voice was all rough edges as he tossed her bra aside, gaze darkening at the sight of her exposed chest.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body buzzing with anticipation. “Not if you keep— ah!” Her retort melted into a moan as his mouth found her right nipple, his tongue circling in slow deliberate strokes that had her fingers tangling in his hair. He pulled back just enough to smirk at her dazed expression. “Should’ve come up to me sooner.” His teeth scraped slightly against her sensitive flesh, making her jerk beneath him. “Could’ve avoided this whole… situation.”
Her breathless laugh turned into another gasp as his hand slipped close to her panties, the ones she specifically put on for him. “Situation?” She managed, arching into his touch. Sunghoon’s scoff sent heat pooling low in her belly. “Yeah, the one where i have to remind you…” His fingers danced dangerously close to where she needed him most. “…who you belong to.”
Sunghoon’s fingers hooked into the last scrap of fabric clinging to her hips, dragging it down just slow enough to make her thighs tremble. “There we go,” he murmured, discarding it with a flick of his wrist. His palm smoothed up her inner thigh, pausing just shy of where she ached. “Look at you. Already shaking for me.”
She bit back a whimper, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Sunghoon—” “Ah.” He tapped two fingers against her parted lips, smirk sharpening when her breath hitched. “You don’t get to rush me.” Leaning down, he nipped at the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck, tongue soothing the sting. “Not after you made me watch some bastard putting his hands on you.”
Her hips jerked up, seeking friction but he caught her waist, pinning her to the mattress. A single fingertip traced her folds, maddeningly light. “You’ll take what I give you, and right now?” He pressed in, just his fingertip, just enough to make her gasp. “I’m not giving you shit until you beg for it.” Jiwoo’s back arched, a broken sound escaping her throat. “Please—” “Louder.” His free hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back. “Let me hear how bad you want it.” The next words tore from her, raw and ragged. “Please, I need you—”
The second she begged, he gave her exactly what she asked fo, just not how she wanted it. His fingers sank into her with no warning, no mercy, crooking just to get a ragged moan from her throat. “This is what you needed, huh?” Sunghoon growled, watching her legs twitch with every ruthless thrust. “Couldn’t wait two fucking seconds without rubbing up on some rookie idol—” She choked on air, back arching off the bed. “I— I didn’t—”
“Liar.” He scissored his fingers, stretching her wider, drawing a sob from her chest. “You think I didn’t see the way he looked at you?” His free hand clutched her hip, holding her still as he fucked into her faster, deeper. “Think I won’t ruin you so good you forget his fucking name?” Her thighs spasmed, toes curling, close, too close, but Sunghoon pulled his fingers out with a filthy sound, grinning at her whimper of protest. “Nuh-uh.” He sucked his fingers slow, eyes locked on hers. “You don’t get to come until I’m buried so deep you’ll feel it tomorrow.”
Sunghoon didn’t break eye contact as he reached for the waistband of his trousers, fingers flexing like he was debating whether to shred the fabric outright. The air between them crackled, thick with the weight of every unsaid thing, the way he’d watched that idol’s hand linger on her waist, the way his jaw had locked when she laughed at some stupid joke. Jiwoo’s breath hitched as he tugged the material down just enough to reveal the sharp V of his hips, his arousal straining against his boxers. “Still think I’m overreacting baby?”
She swallowed hard. A single, deliberate push and the fabric pooled at his thighs, and fuck, the sight of him, fully hard and pissed off, sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. “Tell me,” he murmured, his voice rough, “you’ve been thinking about this all night.” Jiwoo’s pulse throbbed between her legs. Liar, his eyes taunted before she could answer. She barely had time to gasp before Sunghoon flipped her onto her stomach, one hand pinning her down by the base of her spine.
“Should’ve known,” he snarled against the damp skin of her shoulder, his other hand shoving his boxers down just enough to free himself. “Should’ve known you needed me to wreck you to get the point across.” She braced herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the way he split her open in one brutal thrust, making her cry out. Sunghoon didn’t stop. His hips snapped forward again, again, each stroke carving her apart on the thick length of him, his breath ragged in her ear. “This what you wanted? Huh?” His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, dragging her back onto him with a filthy slap of skin. “You feel owned now?”
Jiwoo’s vision whited out. Her legs shook violently, her walls clamping around him like a vice as she came but he wasn’t done. He hooked an bicep around her neck, hauling her upright against his chest, never slowing his punishing pace. “Look,” he gritted out, forcing her blurry gaze to the mirror across the room. “Look at how fucking ruined you are for me.”
And god, she was. Lips swollen, eyes glazed, hair disheveled. Her overal reflection was just wrecked.
“Good girl,” he breathed out, just before his teeth sank into her shoulder, his thrusts turning punishing again. Jiwoo shivered at the praise in his voice, her body aching for more. She could barely recognize the needy, trembling girl in the mirror, tethering on the edge of release. “So pretty,” he murmured, his hand trailing down her body, wandering over her trembling thighs. “All desperate just for me. You gonna give me what I want, pretty?”
Jiwoo's breath hitched at the command, her body clenching desperately around him. She was so close, so needy, but her words were little more than a pleading moan, "Please, Hoon—" “That's it," he growled, his grip on her hip like iron. "Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you coming around me." And his girl was never one to disappoint.
The second Jiwoo shattered, Sunghoon broke. His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as her walls clenched around him, too tight, too perfect, and a raw, guttural groan tore from his throat. His forehead dropped against her shoulder, fingers digging into her hips as he followed her over the edge, pulse after pulse, until they were both trembling and spent.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Then— "...Still think that rookie idol could've made you feel like this?"
