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"no- won, i'm driving to-" "you don't get to just ignore me like this. i know you want me. i've been dying and you know it baby just fucking pull over." by the sound of it, jungwon's muffled voice and desperate sounds clatter against what seems to sound like a tight space, the sound of an engene carrying his voice, while yours is whirring in the background. you hear his hands move against leather padding, the click of a gear and you realise he's speeding, the gain of the pedal finally hitting your senses and the flash of light glinting your rear view mirror.

"wonie.. are you.. following me?" "i said pull over. at the park."

it was often rare to find jungwon in an uncontrollable emotional state. rarely did anyone ever seem to push his buttons, impossible to ever find his lips downturnt. but here you are, listening to this man unravel. several texts gone down the drain, so many times your lips brushed the faint of his, so many times his hands lingered even under the surveillance of sunghoon and jay. so many words that have been taken seriously. pent up frustration in his person like a vault, you tap on that door on purpose, a teasing remark, a strategic delay, and unlike hoon and jay- you find won like a quiet dare.

so now you pay the price. you shudder at the sound of his engine dying as both your tires screech against misaligned parking lines. raining- water dripping down his jacket when he slams the door. gravel spits when his strides nears you and all you could do is watch how his broad shoulders pry your car door open. rain drums on the roof; and his clenched fists flings the door open so hard it rochcets on its hinges.

you barely have itme to inhale before your door is ripped, cabin light blooming gold against the storm. wind slams in but his voice- the real weather, vibrates with pent-up frustration. "move- back. now."

a command, laced with a plea that's all pulse and need.

you scramble over the console, knee on leather, hand catching the headeast while he steadies your hips with urgent care, guiding, maybe a slight shove of impatience. the minute you settle into the cool stretch of the rear seat, he ducks in, door slamming shut.

you forget why you even dared to hesitate, you should've announced at the top of your lungs you were in love with him.

the car shrinks to shallow breaths and fogging glass, his hands roaming your hips and his eyes never peeling off of yours, even if the street light reeked of mudded light. "look at me." he begs, your cheeks tinted at the way he's watching you. jungwon begs again, and your eyes trail to his. the curve of his soft eyes, pupils wider than the moon. "tell me you want this," he murmurs, thumb stroking up to the hollow of your throat. "want.. what?" you counter, a half-gasp escaping you when his thumb presses against your throat.

jungwon leans closer, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "want me. pretty girl. want the way i shake when i taste you. want the way i lose every ounce of control everytime you smile and walk away. say it, or i'll spend the entire night proving it until you can't remember any other thing but mine."

your pulse kicks. you try for composure; but he feels the tremor under his hand. his other arm trailing between the heat growing between your thighs, "fuck everything that i lied about. my truth is that i've always wanted you. in every room. in every party. every hour. i wanted to move out one time only because my greed sickens me." his eyes pool at the rim. "i want every version of you- i don't give a fuck if i have to share- just as long as you want me too."

silence but for rain, and the soft, helpless sound you make when his thumb finds your bottom lip. your answer slips out, breath on his fingertip. "i want you, here. now. in every way."

jungwon wastes no time to smile against your mouth, "good.." he murmurs, fingers trailing down as he gropes your plush body. "good." he murmurs again, biting his lips in an attempt to surpress his satisfaction.

jungwon takes your wrists, firm, uncompromising- guiding them up to the foggy rear window. "hold there," he growls, voice frayed with restraint. you obey, palms flattening against the glass, fingers splaying where condensation blooms under your touch. his hands drop to your thighs, grip tightening enough to make her gasp; he drags your hips into him until your knees bump the centre console. "closer, baby." he mutters, hauling you so your breaths tangle. he kisses you from behind, claiming, mouth slanted and glossy. teeth are grazing the soft swell of your lower lip and he sucks worshippingly until he finds your tongue.

one hand keeps your thigh pinned, thumb digging just enough to prevent a bruise- the other fists at your lower back, tugging it up so the crisp air brushes your heated skin. your shorts are like a fishbowl, exposing every curve, every wetness, every inch of wanting under your clothes, patches of your slick countering the sides of your thighs and crotch from every time you squirmed under his touch. he gasps at the sight of your ass arching against the bulge in his pants. grinding on him, the car is already moving and you haven't even properly touched eachother. you feel his dick twitch under your shorts, the pool of wetness staining his favourite pants. "fuck... me.." he looks up as if the roof was the sky, praying, mentally, that he'd be soft tonight.

"wonie.." you moan at his rutting. one hand abandoning the glass just to peel your shorts down as an offering. he groans, watching the light catching on your skin grow down to the curve of your ass when you expose yourself bare to him. the panties and shorts bunch at your thighs like a natural harness, and he sees the slick make glossy webs. a thunder crashes outside, rain pouring harder. a text, or two- from both your phones to get home safe. won looks back at you, and your hazed reflection from the prints on the window.

with urge, he undoes his pants and lowers the kleins. adam's apple bobbing when he sees your head turn to look at the shadow of his cock hit your thigh. thick, the diametre nails between your thighs, coating himself in your rain.

"so fucking wet. huh? yeah?" he growls, louder, impatient, aggresive. his hand slaps your ass so rough you squeal at his touch. so different and so addictive, his arms are quick to barricade you while he continues to grind his cock so heavily between your thighs. "feels so fucking good.. huh?" you can't help but nod vigorously.

his fingers swipe underneath to taste your sensitive clit, and you moan shakingly to the point his groan outfevers the thunder. "fucking hell. god, you sound so fucking hot."

another slap to the ass as he gropes it, breathing against the shell of your ear while the other hand takes your tits out of your bra, clothes half on and disheveled to expose your perky nipples. he kisses your shoulder. "want it? inside?" he asks, the two words breaking you. you push your ass up to him, a need from your mouth as you beg please over and over.

he smiles, dimples deeper than before. his fingers take time to memorise your folds, spreading them slowly and daringly, while his tips leaks precum. the tip, sticky and pink- kisses your entrance, rutting up and down before burying into you deep and rough. no time to settle his girth in as his hips move, rough, fast. you choke on your moans, tits bouncing while the seats crease from the friction. the raindrops on the window fall faster when you can't help but pound the window. jungwon's pace is relentless and unforgiving. his cock goes deeper than it should, and the foam of your slick is making art on his abs, squelching and splattering over the seat and your bodies. the ragged breathes shorten when he puts a palm over your mouth and an arm under your ripped bra. fucking your cunt; fucking like rabbits.

"yeah? you want it so bad huh? gonna fuck this cute little pussy until it's nice and full."

"won baby my car-"

"i don't give a fuck." his groan echoes into the trembling car, the hanging scented tree completely off the hook and fallen into the seat cracks, the keys in the ignition shaking while all you do is take it- take his cock deep into your pussy. "pussy had me daydreaming. had me fucking my fists when i hear what they have every night. fuck you. fuck you so much. you want me dead." babbling into your hair while you moan and dribble, swallowing your words and only remembering to say please and yes.

"fuck, baby i'm going to cum." jungwon stammers, hesitant to keep going. he wants the feeling forever. you sense his hesitation and answer his plea, pushing him off to ride him on the seat, tits in his face while you sit down on that cock to give him the same relentless pace he gave you; his moans shake at the rhythm. "f-fuck! you're so-" "ugh!" his hands fly to your waist to clamp down yet you persist- chasing the high until his eyes squeeze shut. "y/n! fuck!" his moans drag louder and louder until his words get incoherent, you feel his cock stiffen inside and his thighs jerk, poor man couldn't even announce he's going to cum when you're straddling him so well.

jungwon didn't get to say he came, you felt it the moment his breath hitches and releases a gutteral sigh, fogging the nearest window and breaking a dent through the seat's floor.

"fuck... baby.."

the both of you still, feeling the bits of his warm jizz ooze out in syncopated spurts until it pools at the hem of his briefs. your breathless pants eventually turn even, but his grip is still tight onto you.

"baby was i too rough? y/nnie i'm so sorry.." his mouth reaches contact with your cheek, kissing you in gratitude, eyes blown out.

"it's okay wonie." you brush the sweaty bangs from his forehead, his eyebrows tilted up as he looks at you. "so handsome.." you chuckle, watching the faint redness of his cheeks colour the inside the car. "can we cuddle tonight? or maybe tomorrow? or does jay get tonight? or--" the raw, shy plea of his voice breaks you. you giggle, kissing him slowly.

"you can always have me, won."

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