#juwang

౨ৎ ˖ 満行亜丸 — ❪ MITSUYUKI AMARU ❫  

being a little specific here, but seeing childhood best friend amaru (i'm never Getting over this trope sue me), who you have kinda lost contact with, come in to the convenience store you work at. it's bound to be a little awkward, you haven't spoken in ages, after all. but after he keeps coming to the store, specifically during early hours (think 4 AM) almost exclusively during your shifts only, you end up (amusedly) striking a conversation ><

౨ৎ ˖ 이동화 — ❪ LEE DONGHWA ❫  

being at a thrift store and reaching for the same item. could be a cute hoodie, piece of jewelry, cool shoes — you'd maybe be a little annoyed at first but when you guys would get to talking, you'd find out both your tastes are actually pretty similar? plus his sense of style is kinda fire if you're being honest... you'd end up spending the whole day shopping together (probably even get a bite to eat ><), with plans already made to meet up again soon 🫣🫣

౨ৎ ˖ 장주왕 — ❪ JANG JUWANG ❫  

i'm such a sucker for strangers to lovers. pretty boy juwang who you see during your commute almost everyday and who naturally has your attention drawn towards himself with practically no effort. however, the most you do is exchange glances or smiles, occasionally. until one time you both happen to be the only two people stranded on the bus/metro/train and can't help but start talking because the vehicle hasn't moved for almost two whole hours now and you're bored...

౨ৎ ˖ 최민제 — ❪ CHOI MINJE ❫  

basketball team captain minje who's known for being just the absolute epitome of perfection. he's nice to everyone, great at sports and number 1 in his grade for all subjects. it's a little intimidating, making him to hard to approach, even. but one day, you chance upon the school roof with its usually locked door slightly ajar. curiosity finds you venturing outside .. only to come face to face with minje. minje, with his collar unbuttoned, tie loose, hair messy due to the breeze (and an adorably shocked expression). and suddenly, you've become the one person he's comfortable showing his other, not-as-perfect side to .. <3

౨ৎ ˖ 岡本圭樹 — ❪ OKAMOTO KEIJU ❫  

gamer keiju gamer keiju!! you're both avid fans of the same video game and have a vague sense of competitiveness between each other which is only fueled when you end up playing together (via means of mutual friends). there's definitely tension brewing, considering he most definitely considers you his rival, but eventually cue him having to eat up all his words and ask you for help because of this one boss fight he just can't seem to win :/

౨ৎ ˖ 이동현 — ❪ LEE DONGHYEON ❫  

DUDE OKAY. him in his hockey era right? you, being nothing if not a diligent student with a shit ton of school spirit, go to show your support to the school team during one of their home matches... only for donghyeon, the star player, to end up bumping into you right before and spilling his water all over your clothes... he ends up having to give you his jersey to wear and, yes, everyone does think you're dating. lowkey, neither of you really deny anything and before you even know it, you've been crowned the it couple of the school. huh?

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

juwang’s crying.

it’s simple as that, really, and he knows he’s pathetic for it.

he’s flushed red, cheeks the brightest shade while the tips of of his ears are a light pink. his eyes are bloodshot, glassy, and so incredibly sad.

he’s not sad though—no, far from it. he’s having the time of his life, honestly. he’s never felt better. somewhat.

because of you. it’s all because of you. the way you look at him, the way you talk to him—the way you’re lapping and swirling your tongue around the thick head of his dick even though he’s begged for you to stop, for no more, for mercy just once between orgasms.

but your cum-stained lips just curl into a cruel smile, shaking your head, silky hair in a lazy ponytail as you lean back down.

“you said you were horny,” you chide, hand pumping his spit-slicked, cum-covered cock languidly. “so take it.”

and those sweet little eyes, the puppy-dog, boba-like look as he sniffles and lets out a choked sob, pouting as his chin trembles and he tries not to cry even more—it’s almost enough to make you take pity upon him. to give him some reprieve from the harsh treatment you’re giving him. almost.

but you don’t. because you know, deep down, that he loves it. and you do too.

so your head dips back down, taking his shaft deep into your throat as you groan at the taste of him, while he throws his head back against the pillows, letting out a sound between a moan and a wail.

you take him deep, of course you do. deep, deep, deep, until the head of his aching dick is hitting the back of your throat, and all he can hear is the filthy noise of your head bobbing up and down, up and down. you’re making it filthy on purpose, he knows—the slurping, the sucking, the way your hand makes squelching noises as it pumps the length of him that you can’t fit in your mouth. it’s all on purpose, all to remind him of the position he’s in.

and then he feels that familiar sensation: his stomach drops, twists, hips bucking up into your mouth as you moan against his flesh because you know what comes next and so does he.

he cums with a gasp and a sob, tears spilling down his cheeks much like his release spills down your hungry throat.

“hurts, hurts!” he whines, the word all he can muster up with the way his brain has practically turned to mush. “no more, please, no more!”

“but you can take it, baby,” you mutter as you slide off his softening cock with a lewd pop, thumb toying with the slit of his weeping length, making more pre-cum spill out and coat your already sticky fingers.

he nods, then. for the first time tonight, he thinks it’s better to just agree with you. he knows he won’t get pity either way, so why try anymore?

“o-okay,” he whimpers, breathless, trying to suck in air in sharp gasps as he winces at the feeling of your lips back on him for the nth time tonight. “i can take it. i-i’ll take it. for you.”