#wonnie

The lamp on your nightstand cast a warm, half-orange glow across the room, the kind of light that made everything feel softer and sleepier than it actually was.

You were sprawled on your stomach, knees bent, feet kicking lazily in the air while your highlighter scratched across the pages of your notebook.

Music played low through your earbuds, another practice test. another set of formulas you kept rereading because your brain refused to focus.

It was 9:57 p.m.

You hadn't heard from Jungwon since he texted at eight saying he'd just clocked out.

No "on my way", no meme, no nothing.

Not that it surprised you. he did this sometimes—disappeared into his own world after work, especially on nights when the shift ran long.

A sharp buzz cut through the music.

You paused, pulling one earbud out. the doorbell rang again, impatient.

You sighed, rolling off the bed and tugging down the hem of your oversized sleep shirt.

The pajama shorts rode up your thighs as you slid your feet into fuzzy slippers. "coming" you muttered to yourself, already knowing who it was.

When you opened the door, Jungwon was leaning against the frame like he belonged there.

Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, black t-shirt slightly damp at the collar from his possible shower. his cheeks were flushed, the tips of his ears redder than usual.

That familiar sweet-sharp scent of alcohol hit you before he even moved.

He smiled—slow, a little crooked, the one that always made your stomach flip even when you were pissed.

"Hi, baby" he said, voice low and warm, already stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

His hand came up gently, palms cupping your cheeks like you were something delicate.

Before you could say anything, he tilted your face up and kissed you. not soft. not careful. the kind of kiss that tasted like decisions he'd made without you.

His body pressed forward, guiding you back until your shoulders met the wall with a quiet thud. one of his hands slid down to your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt just enough to brush warm skin.

You turned your head, breaking the kiss with a small push against his chest.

"Jungwon… you reek of alcohol" you complained, wrinkling your nose. the sharp, fruity alcohol clung to him even after the shower. "how much did you drink?"

He let out a soft laugh, forehead resting against yours. he didn't pull back. his breath fanned across your lips, warm and sweet.

"Not that much" he murmured. "just enough."

You slipped out from between him and the wall, closing the front door behind him with a click.

The apartment felt smaller with him in it—his presence always did that. you crossed your arms, leaning against the back of your couch.

"I thought you said you were tired after work. that you were just gonna go home and crash."

"I was." he shrugged, kicking off his shoes by the door. his eyes never left you. "then i started thinking about you. and once i start, i can't really stop."

He moved closer again, no concept of personal space tonight.

His fingers found the edge of your shorts, tracing the fabric like it was distracting him. you could see the glaze in his eyes, that hazy focus he got whenever the drinks hit just right.

He always got like this—needy, single-minded, like the entire world narrowed down to whatever part of you he could touch.

"Won, we talked about this" you said, voice quieter now. there was frustration there, but it was already mixing with something warmer, something that made you hate yourself a little. "i told you it bothers me when you show up like this. you said you'd slow down."

He hummed, not really agreeing or disagreeing.

Instead he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind when you tried to step away, chin hooking over your shoulder. his chest pressed against your back, solid and still radiating shower heat.

"I know" he whispered against your neck. "and i'm sorry. my phone died on the way here anyway. couldn't even text you i was coming."

His lips brushed your skin—light, almost innocent, except for the way his hand slowly slid up your stomach under your shirt. "missed you too much tonight. work was fucking long. all i kept thinking about was coming here… seeing you like this."

You exhaled sharply, trying to ignore how good his voice sounded when it dropped like that. "that's not fair. you can't just ignore what i say because you're drunk and horny."

"I'm not drunk" he protested softly, but the way he nuzzled into your neck said otherwise. "just… had a couple. enough to know i needed to see my girl."

His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, suggestive but not demanding. not yet. "you're studying late again?"

You nodded, glancing toward your bedroom door. the orange lamp was still glowing in there like a beacon. "yeah. practice tests. i've got that big entrance exam coming up."

He made a sympathetic noise, but you could tell half his brain wasn't really listening.

The other half was busy pressing closer, hips shifting against you in a way that felt too intentional. his grip tightened just a fraction.

"You work so hard" he murmured. "proud of you. come here."

He turned you in his arms again, backing you gently toward the couch.

You let him—because saying no to Jungwon when he was like this was harder than it should've been.

He dropped down first, pulling you into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. his hands settled on your thighs, thumbs stroking the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts.

"Jungwon" you started, trying to keep your tone steady. "i'm serious. this thing with you drinking after work… it's getting old. i worry about you. and then you show up like this and it feels like you don't even hear me.”

He looked up at you, dark eyes softer now, almost pleading in that cat-like way he had. one hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"I do hear you" he said quietly. "i'm trying, baby. today was just… rough. needed something to take the edge off. but i'm here now. with you. that's what matters, right?"

You wanted to argue. you wanted to push him off and tell him that no, that wasn't what mattered—that his habit was starting to scare you a little, that the smell of beer on his breath made your chest tight.

But he was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed tonight. his fingers kept moving, slow and soothing on your thighs, and his other hand rested possessively at the small of your back.

"You're annoying" you muttered, but there was no real heat left in it.

He grinned, that playful, slightly tipsy smile breaking through. "yeah? still letting me stay though."

You rolled your eyes, but your hands had already found his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

He smelled like beer and his usual clean soap, a stupidly intoxicating mix. when he leaned in again, slower this time, you didn't stop him.

The kiss was deeper, lazier. his tongue brushed yours and you tasted the faint sweetness of the alcohol he'd had. it should've turned you off.

It didn't.

When he pulled back, his lips were shiny, breathing a little heavier.

"Missed this" he whispered. "missed you all fucking day."

You sat there in his lap, heart beating too fast, part of you was still annoyed—really annoyed—that he'd done it again.

That he'd brushed off your concerns with that soft voice and those gentle hands like he always did. but another, louder part was already melting into him, letting his warmth chase away the lonely quiet of your apartment.

"Stay the night?" he asked, voice low against your ear. his fingers slipped just a little higher on your thighs, teasing the line where skin met fabric.

Not pushing, just… reminding you he was here. solid. needy. yours.

You sighed, pressing your forehead to his.

"Yeah" you said finally. "but we're talking about this tomorrow. for real."

"Mhm" he hummed, already kissing the corner of your mouth. "tomorrow."

You knew he probably wouldn't bring it up first.

He never did.

But right now, with his hands on you and his attention wrapped completely around you like this, it was hard to care as much as you should.

You stayed in his lap for a long minute, the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you anchored.

The beer on his breath mixed with the scent of his skin, was annoyingly comforting.

Eventually you shifted, pressing your palms to his chest to create a little space.

"You want something to eat?" you asked, voice still soft. "i have ramyeon or i can make you toast or something. you probably haven't eaten since work."

Jungwon shook his head slowly, eyes half-lidded as his fingers traced lazy lines up and down the sides of your thighs. his touch stayed light, but it was constant, like he couldn't help himself.

"Not hungry"he murmured. "no appetite right now." his hands slid higher, slipping under the hem of your sleep shorts to squeeze the soft skin there. "just want you."

You let out a quiet breath, trying not to react too obviously. he leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"I want to do it" he whispered, low and rough, the words warm against your skin.

Your stomach tightened. you sighed, half-frustrated, half-something else entirely.

"Jungwon… the last time we did it here, Mrs. Park from next door literally banged on the wall. she complained about the 'noise' for like three days after."

He let out a soft, amused chuckle against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. his fingers kept stroking your thighs, thumbs pressing in slow circles.

"Mrs. Park?" he smirked, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "she's probably pissed because she hasn't had dick in decades."

You smacked his chest lightly, trying not to laugh. "you're awful."

"What? it's true." his grin was playful, a little mean in that tipsy way. "but fine. if you're worried, you can bury your face in the pillows this time. or i can cover your mouth for you." his voice dropped lower. "i don't mind. i like when you're loud, but i can be good."

You exhaled sharply, shifting in his lap. the way he said it so casually, so confident, made heat crawl up your neck.

"Stop..." you said, trying to hold onto the frustration that was quickly slipping away. "showing up drunk and looking for sex every time you miss me. it's not fair, Won. i told you it bothers me."

His expression softened immediately.

The playful smirk faded into something gentler, almost vulnerable. he wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you closer until your chest pressed against his.

One hand rubbed slow circles on your back under your shirt, the other resting high on your thigh again, fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of your shorts.

"Baby" he murmured right against your ear, voice low and soothing. "that's not what this is. i would never come here just for that. you know me better than that."

He kissed the spot just below your ear, soft and lingering. "i haven't seen you since yesterday. all day at work i kept thinking about you. how quiet it gets when you're not around. i just… i need you. need your attention. need you to look at me like this."

His hand on your back slipped higher, tracing your spine with gentle fingertips.

The touch was intimate, almost tender. you felt yourself leaning into him without meaning to.

"I miss my girl" he continued, murmuring softly, lips brushing your skin with every word. "not just your body. i miss your voice, the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, the way you get all focused when you're studying. i just want to be close to you tonight. is that so bad?"

You swallowed hard. the guilt crept in even though you knew you weren't the one who'd been drinking. his voice was so convincing, so sweet and a little sad, that the anger you'd felt earlier started dissolving.

"I know you’re trying to study" he added, still stroking your back in that slow, hypnotic rhythm. "i can help you. i'll be your tutor for the night. we can go over your notes together." he smiled against your neck.

"And in return… you just have to kiss me. a lot. non-stop, actually."

You let out a breathy laugh despite yourself. "that's not really a fair trade."

"It is" he insisted, pulling back to look at you with those dark, slightly glassy eyes. his hand squeezed your thigh gently. "because i'm a really good tutor. and i'm very motivated tonight."

You could feel the tension humming between you—the way his body stayed warm and solid under yours, the way he kept touching you like he needed the contact to breathe.

Part of you still knew this was the same pattern: he drank, he got needy, he showed up, he smoothed over your worries with that soft voice and those careful hands.

But right now, with him looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his entire day, it was hard to push him away.

"Jungwon…" you started, but it came out weaker than you wanted.

He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then back to your ear.

"Just let me stay close to you" he whispered. "please, baby. i'll behave..."

His fingers traced higher on your thigh again, teasing but not crossing any lines yet.

You knew you'd probably regret not pushing harder on the drinking thing tomorrow. but tonight? tonight it was getting harder and harder to remember why you were supposed to be mad.

You finally gave in with a small nod. "fine. but we're actually studying for a bit first"

Jungwon's eyes lit up like you'd just promised him the world.

He followed you down the short hallway to your bedroom, his hand resting low on your back the entire way, fingers occasionally slipping under the hem of your sleep shirt to brush bare skin.

You moved quickly, pulling the curtains shut tight, then pushed some notebooks aside to make room on the bed.

You climbed onto the mattress first, settling with your back against the headboard and pulling your laptop onto your thighs.

Jungwon dropped down right beside you, close enough that his thigh pressed against yours and his arm draped behind your shoulders.

"So" he said, voice low and interested, tilting his head toward the screen. "what's this for?"

"It's for my extracurricular p.e academy" you explained, opening the slideshow. "we have to do a very basic presentation on bones and muscles. how they work together, common injuries, basic anatomy stuff."

Jungwon nodded, genuinely attentive even with the alcohol haze in his eyes. "that's actually cool. i admire the hell out of you for still grinding like this when vacation's basically here. most people would've checked out already."

You shrugged, a little embarrassed by the praise. "the presentation itself is pretty much done. i just need to memorize the flow and not sound like a robot when i'm up there."

"Easy" he said confidently, scooting even closer until his chin almost rested on your shoulder. "i got you. let's go through it."

For the next twenty minutes or so, he actually helped. he listened while you ran through the main sections, then started quizzing you gently on the bone groups—nothing too intense, just the basics. "carpals… tarsals… what about the femur again?"

His voice was calm and patient, the same tone he used when he was completely focused on something he cared about. every time you got one right, his hand would reward you with a slow stroke down your arm or a gentle squeeze on your thigh.

But after a while the boredom crept in. you leaned your head back against the headboard and let out an exaggerated groan.

"Ughhh, it's so easy on paper but it feels boring as fuck when i have to say it out loud" you complained sarcastically, rubbing your temples. "i think i'm getting a stress headache just looking at these slides."

Jungwon watched you for a second, then reached over and gently closed the laptop.

He set it on the nightstand without a word, his movements smooth and deliberate. the sudden lack of the screen's blue light made the orange lamp feel even more intimate, softer.

"You look stressed" he murmured, turning toward you fully. one hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. "way too tense for this late at night."

You sighed, the sound heavier than you meant it to be. "maybe because someone showed up tipsy and keeps distracting me…"

He laughed quietly, the sound warm and a little raspy. without warning, he dipped his head and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His lips brushed the sensitive skin there once, teasing, before he opened his mouth and started sucking—slow, deliberate pulls that sent little sparks down your spine.

You could feel the faint scrape of his teeth, the wet heat of his tongue as he worked on a spot that would definitely leave a mark tomorrow.

Your hand flew to his hair, fingers threading through the soft dark strands. you didn't pull, just held on, gripping lightly as your breathing changed.

"Jungwon…" you breathed.

He hummed against your neck, sucking a little harder before switching to a new spot just below the first. his free hand slid up your thigh again, higher this time, fingertips slipping under the edge of your pajama shorts but stopping just short of anything more.

"When Mrs. Park starts banging on the wall" you managed, voice shaky with a mix of amusement and heat, "you're the one explaining the noise. not me."

Jungwon pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny and curved into a lazy smirk.

His eyes were darker now, pupils blown wide. "don't worry about her" he whispered, voice low and rough. "i'll keep you quiet."

The way he said it hit you right in the gut. you literally felt your stomach flip, a deep warmth pooling low in your belly as your thighs pressed together on instinct.

The casual promise in his tone made your whole body react, a sharp throb of anticipation that made you shift on the sheets.

He noticed, of course. he always noticed.

"Yeah?" he asked softly, reading your face like a book. his hand on your thigh squeezed, thumb stroking dangerously close to where you were starting to ache. "you like that idea?"

You didn't answer right away, just tightened your grip in his hair. he took it as encouragement and leaned back in, kissing and sucking down the side of your neck while his other hand slipped under your sleep shirt.

His palm was warm against your stomach, sliding up slowly until his fingers brushed the underside of your bra. he didn't go further, just traced the edge, teasing.

The room felt smaller.

His damp hair, the flush still visible on his ears and cheeks, the way his gray sweatpants were starting to look tighter. you could feel how hard he was against your leg, but he wasn't rushing. he was savoring this, drawing it out on purpose.

"You're so pretty when you're trying to focus" he murmured against your collarbone, pressing a wet kiss there. "but i like you better like this… all soft and needy for me."

"I'm not needy" you protested weakly, even as your back arched a little into his touch.

Jungwon chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "sure you're not."

His fingers kept exploring—light, feather-soft touches that promised more but never quite delivered. he nipped at your neck again, then soothed the spot with his tongue. "but you're letting me mark you up anyway. and you're not stopping me."

You tugged his hair gently, pulling him up so you could look at him.

His lips were red, eyes glassy with want and alcohol, but the way he stared at you felt heavier than just the beer. like he really had been thinking about you all day.

Like being here, touching you, was the only thing that mattered.

Still, that small knot of frustration lingered in your chest.

"You always do this" you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could hold them back. "drink, then show up, then make me forget why i was annoyed."

Jungwon's expression softened again. he leaned in and kissed you properly this time—slow, deep. when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

"I know" he whispered. "i'm sorry, baby. i just… needed you tonight. all of you." his hand stroked your side soothingly. "let me make you feel good. we can go slow. i'll keep you quiet." he smiled against your lips.

"Whatever you need."

Your heart hammered.

His fingers kept moving—tracing your ribs, your hip, the waistband of your shorts—building that slow, aching tension without ever crossing the line you hadn't given him permission for yet.

The apartment was quiet except for your shared breathing and the faint city noise outside the closed curtains. Mrs. Park was probably already in bed.

Your notes were forgotten. the only thing that existed right now was Jungwon's warm body pressed against yours, his mouth on your neck, and the heavy promise of what he wanted to do to you.

He kissed you again, slower this time, like he had all night.

And you let him.

You pulled away from his mouth just long enough to stand up, legs a little unsteady. his eyes on you.

Jungwon seated on the edge of the bed, watching you with that heavy, half-lidded gaze as you crossed the room and clicked the bedroom door shut.

The soft snick of the lock felt louder than it should have.

You turned around and walked straight to him and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him properly.

The second your bodies aligned, his hands found your waist, pulling you down against him as your mouths crashed together again.

This kiss was different—deeper, messier, hungry.

His lips were soft but insistent, parting yours instantly so his tongue could slide in, hot and tasting faintly of alcohol. he kissed like he'd been thinking about it for hours: slow, filthy strokes of tongue, gentle sucks on your bottom lip, then deeper again, tilting his head to get a better angle.

Wet sounds filled the quiet room—soft clicks and low hums as saliva slicked between your mouths.

You could feel him breathing harder through his nose, his chest rising against yours while his hands roamed your waist, hips, and up your back under your shirt, fingertips pressing into bare skin like he needed to memorize every inch.

You gripped his hair tighter, almost desperately now, tugging the soft strands as you rolled your hips once against the hardness growing beneath you.

Jungwon let out a quiet, needy sound into your mouth, something between a whine and a groan, his fingers digging harder into your hips.

After what felt like forever—tongues tangled, lips swollen, breaths shared—you finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a second before it broke.

Without asking, your hands dropped to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down impatiently along with his boxers just enough to free him.

Jungwon let out a breathy laugh, forehead resting against yours. "thought you didn't want to do this while i'm tipsy."

"Shut up before i change my mind" you muttered, voice already hoarse.

He didn't argue. in one smooth motion he reached back and yanked his black t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

You pushed his pants and boxers lower, eyes dropping shamelessly to drink him in—his toned chest and abs, the sharp V-lines disappearing downward, and his cock, hard and flushed, resting heavy against his lower stomach.

You leaned in and bit down on his collarbone, not too hard but enough to make him hiss and whine softly under you, hips twitching up.

"Fuck—baby…"

Jungwon's hands moved with surprising gentleness despite the hunger in his eyes. he helped you out of your sleep shirt, then unhooked your bra with practiced fingers, sliding the straps down your arms.

His gaze softened with that familiar warmth as he looked at you—real affection mixed with raw want. he hooked his thumbs into your pajama shorts, pulling it down your legs.

When the fabric caught at your knees, he helped ease them the rest of the way off.

His eyes caught on your panties. a small, genuine smile broke through the lust.

"Are those new?" he asked, voice low and amused. "never seen you wear ones with little pinky bows before. if this was my early christmas present, i'm fucking lucky."

You huffed a laugh and turned around in his lap instead of answering, settling back against his chest.

You braced your feet on the cool floor, your ass nestled directly over his cock, grinding slowly back against him in a slow, teasing roll.

The position let you feel every inch of him—hot, hard, and throbbing—pressed between your cheeks while you moved.

Jungwon groaned quietly, the sound turning into a soft whine as his hands returned to your waist. his long, pretty fingers stroked up and down your sides and back, caressing your skin with reverence.

He didn't grab or rush. he just touched—tracing your spine, squeezing your hips, running his palms over the curve of your ass while you kept that lazy, sensual grind going.

Every roll of your hips made his cock slide against your wetness, coating him.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered against your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. "look at you…"

The grinding stretched on, slow and torturous.

Your breathing grew heavier, the slick sounds of skin against skin filling the room.

Jungwon's hands never stopped moving—gentle on your waist, occasionally brushing higher to cup your breasts lightly, thumbs grazing your nipples without fully focusing there yet. he was letting you set the pace, even as his cock twitched and leaked against you.

After several long minutes, his voice came out rough near your ear.

"You ready, baby?"

You turned your head just enough to look back at him, flashing a playful, wicked little smile. Jungwon let out a soft laugh, the sound melting into another needy whine as you shifted.

He reached between you, fingers carefully sliding your panties to the side without taking them off. the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, slipping easily through your folds. he groaned low.

"Baby… you're so creamy already" he murmured, voice thick with want. "all this for me?"

His hands settled firmly on your waist. you took a slow breath and began sinking down onto him, inch by inch, the stretch burning so good.

Both of you moaned quietly—his a soft, broken whine, yours more breathy—as you took him all the way until your ass was flush against his lap.

He filled you completely, pressing right against that spot that made your toes curl against the cold floor.

"Easy"Jungwon whispered, kissing your shoulder. "don't hurt yourself, okay? go slow."

You started moving—lifting up and sinking back down in steady, deep strokes, still facing away from him.

The angle was perfect; every downward motion dragged him against every sensitive part inside you. Jungwon wrapped his arms around your body, pulling your back flush against his chest.

One arm banded across your stomach, the other hand moving up to knead and tease your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers exactly how you liked.

"Touch me more" you breathed, voice shaky. "i want your hands all over me."

He obeyed instantly, like he'd been waiting for permission. one hand stayed on your chest, pinching and soothing, while the other slid down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease.

His hips rocked up to meet yours, not thrusting hard but matching your rhythm so every movement hit deeper.

"That's it" he murmured, lips against your neck. "just like that, baby. you feel so good… so fucking tight and warm around me."

He kept talking in that low, quiet way—mostly soft instructions, mixed with those pretty little whines every time you clenched around him.

"You're doing so well… look at you taking all of me." his fingers circled your clit faster, the other hand squeezing your breast as he sucked another mark into your shoulder.

The position kept you completely full, every roll and bounce stimulating you from the inside while his hands worked your body from the outside.

Sweat was already starting to slick your skin where you pressed together. Jungwon's breathing was ragged against your ear, but he never rushed.

He just held you close, fucking you deep and steady, giving you everything you asked for while finally getting what he'd been craving since he showed up at your door.

The bedroom felt alive with sound.

Wet, filthy noises filled the air every time you sank down onto him — the slick, creamy sounds of your pussy taking every inch of Jungwon's cock.

You were soaked, embarrassingly so, and the way he stretched you left no room for anything else.

Each roll of your hips made an obscene squelch as he rubbed against your walls, the head of his dick kissing deep, right up against your cervix.

You leaned forward slowly, hands bracing on his thighs, chasing a deeper angle. the change made him slide against a new spot that had your toes curling against the cold floor.

Jungwon groaned, low and needy. his hands slid up your arms, fingers wrapping around your wrists for a moment before he tugged you back hard against him.

The sudden pull forced you down fully onto his cock, burying him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"Ah—fuck" you moaned, biting your lip hard to try and stay quiet. it didn't work. the sound slipped out anyway, needy and broken.

"Shhh, baby… i know" Jungwon whispered right against your ear, voice sweet and raspy, laced with a whine. "you're taking me so deep like this. feel so fucking good squeezing around me."

He rocked up into you, grinding rather than thrusting, letting you feel every thick inch.

Your head falling back against his shoulder. "right there—… don't stop."

Jungwon let out a soft, pretty whine, the sound vibrating against your back. "yeah? you like it when i'm this deep?"

He kissed the side of your neck, sucking lightly while his hips kept that steady, filthy rhythm. "you're doing so well for me... but we're just getting started, okay? hold on for me."

The slap of skin on skin grew louder, wetter.

Every time your ass met his lap it made a messy sound, your arousal coating his cock and dripping down onto his balls. you tried to keep riding him properly, but your legs started burning, movements turning sloppy and desperate.

Jungwon noticed immediately.

Without warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you off him carefully but quickly.

You whimpered at the emptiness, but he was already guiding you down onto the bed on your back.

He settled between your spread legs, hovering over you. his larger frame covered yours as he caught both your wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above your head against the mattress.

He looked down at you, eyes dark and glassy from the lust, but still so full of that soft affection that was so distinctly him.

"Gonna take care of you like this now" he murmured.

He reached down with his free hand, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against your clit in slow circles, teasing until you squirmed.

Then he lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely. the new angle made you arch off the bed with a choked moan.

Jungwon started fucking you again — fast and deep, hips snapping forward with precision. each thrust punched the air out of your lungs and made the wet sounds even louder in the quiet room.

He watched your face the entire time, eyes drinking in the way your brows furrowed and your lips parted with every stroke.

"… Look at you" he breathed, voice breaking into another whine as he drove deeper. "so pretty when you're getting fucked like this."

You moaned louder than you meant to. he quickly slipped two fingers from his free hand into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue gently.

"Suck." he whispered, voice sweet even as he kept pounding into you. "stay quiet for me, baby. just for a little longer.",

You obeyed, sucking on his fingers while he fucked you harder, the bed starting to creak softly beneath you. his whines grew a little louder, more frequent — those needy, breathy sounds that always slipped out when he felt really good.

He was trying to be quiet too, but the way your pussy clenched around him made it impossible.

After a few minutes he released your wrists, leaning down until his chest pressed flush against yours.

He buried his face in your neck, still thrusting deep and steady, now with more force. the new closeness let him grind against your clit with every stroke.

"Feels too good" he whined softly into your skin, voice yearning and desperate. "you're so warm… so tight. i can't get enough of you."

His hands roamed your body lovingly — stroking your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. never rough, always affectionate even while he fucked you senseless.

You couldn't help it. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as pleasure shot through you. your nails dragged down his back without meaning to, leaving red lines across his skin.

Jungwon moaned loudly into your neck — a broken, needy sound that made your stomach flip.

"Shit—baby" he gasped, hips stuttering for a second before he recovered, fucking you even deeper. "scratch me more if you need to… i like it. want to feel you."

You moaned directly into his ear, lips brushing the shell as your nails dug in again.

He whined again, louder this time, hips snapping harder. "yeah? right here?" he angled his hips and thrust up sharply, making sure the head of his cock dragged against that spot inside you.

"Love hearing you like this. love being inside you… like this is exactly where i belong."

The room was filled with everything — the wet slap of his hips meeting yours, the creak of the bed, your muffled moans and his pretty whines, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your creamy pussy.

Sweat slicked between your bodies. his hair stuck to his forehead, ears still red from the alcohol and exertion.

He kept talking between gasps and soft moans, voice low and intimate.

You dragged your nails down his back again, moaning his name against his ear. Jungwon shuddered, letting out another long, whiny groan as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there for a moment, grinding slow and deep.

"Don't stop" you begged breathlessly. "please, Won…"

"I won't" he promised, kissing your neck, your jaw, anywhere he could reach while still moving inside you. "not until you're shaking. not until you can't think about anything but me."

His hands never stopped caressing you— gentle strokes over your ribs, your waist, your breasts, like he was worshipping you even while he fucked you raw.

The contrast between his sweet touches and the way his cock kept stretching you open made your head spin.

Jungwon's whines mixed with your moans as he kept that steady, deep rhythm.

Jungwon's moans were getting prettier, more unguarded. those soft, breathy whines that slipped out every time he bottomed out inside you — cute little sounds that made your stomach tighten even more.

He readjusted carefully, pushing your thighs up until your knees were pressed to your chest, folding you neatly beneath him.

The new angle made everything feel impossibly tighter. your pussy clenched hard around his cock, squeezing him like it never wanted to let go.

"Fuck… baby" he whined low, the sound almost like a sweet complaint, filthy and needy at the same time. "you're gripping me so fucking tight."

He kept his voice hushed but raw, hips rolling steadily as he fucked you in this folded position. every thrust dragged against that perfect spot, the wet squelching sounds even louder now because of how soaked you were.

His cock bullied its way in and out, creamy arousal coating him completely and dripping down your ass onto the sheets.

You held your own legs against your chest, arms wrapped around your thighs to keep them open for him. the position left you completely exposed, helpless to do anything but take every deep stroke.

"Ah—Won… it's too much" you gasped, voice breaking. "feels so deep… i can't—"

"You can" he murmured, voice soft and raspy, that signature Jungwon tone — gentle even while he was buried balls-deep inside you. "you're doing so good for me." he groaned again, a pretty, whiny sound that vibrated against your skin as he leaned closer.

He was driving you right to the edge. yhat familiar pressure built low in your belly — the tight, heavy ache that made your toes curl and your thighs tremble.

It felt like you needed to go to the bathroom and like the pleasure was about to explode at the same time. your whole lower body tightened, clit throbbing, walls fluttering wildly around his cock.

Jungwon noticed immediately. his dark eyes flicked up to your face, reading every twitch and moan.

"Yeah? you're close, aren't you?" he whispered, picking up the pace.

His hips snapped faster, still deep but more insistent now, chasing your orgasm. "come on, baby. let go for me."

"I'm— fuck, Won, i'm gonna—" your voice cracked into a sharp, needy cry as the orgasm crashed over you. you couldn't hold it back.

A broken moan tore from your throat as you squirted hard, soaking his cock, his pelvis, and the sheets beneath you.

Your body shook, pussy clenching rhythmically around him while waves of intense pleasure rolled through you.

Jungwon pulled out quickly but gently, replacing his cock with two fingers that kept rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles. "that's it… good girl. keep going, let it all out" he cooed softly, voice full of sweet encouragement while prolonging your orgasm.

You kept gushing, thighs trembling violently as another smaller spurt left you.

He stroked himself between your spread legs, hand flying over his slick cock. his breathing grew ragged, pretty whines turning into desperate little sounds.

"Baby— i'm close too" he gasped.

When he came, it was with a gorgeous, broken moan — that signature soft, slightly husky voice cracking into a high, needy whine that melted into a deep, satisfied groan. "ahh—shit… mmh—"

The sound was divine, the kind of moan that made your core clench even after your orgasm.

Thick, warm ropes of cum landed across your stomach and lower chest, some even reaching the underside of your breasts.

He kept stroking himself through it, milking every drop while watching the mess he made on your skin.

For a moment the room was just heavy breathing and the faint wet sounds of his hand slowing on his cock.

But Jungwon didn't collapse on top of you. he stayed present, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

"You did so well" he whispered, voice soft and full of affection. "so fucking beautiful when you cum like that. i love watching you lose it for me."

He brushed damp strands of hair away from your face, eyes warm despite the alcohol still lingering in his system. "you okay, baby? that was a lot."

You nodded weakly, still catching your breath. "yeah… really good."

He smiled that cat-like smile and carefully climbed off the bed. "stay right there. don't move."

Jungwon walked over to your dresser, completely comfortable being with his dick out, and grabbed a couple of clean cloths from the drawer.

He came back and sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping his cum off your stomach and chest with slow, tender strokes.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked quietly.

"It's fine" you murmured, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

When you were mostly clean, he leaned down and kissed your stomach softly. "want me to carry you to the bathroom?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. Jungwon pulled his boxers and gray sweatpants back on but left his shirt off, the faint red lines from your nails visible across his back and shoulders.

He slid his arms under you effortlessly —one under your knees, the other behind your back— and lifted you princess-style like you weighed nothing.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he carried you to the bathroom. the cool air of the hallway made you shiver slightly against his warm chest.

He set you down gently on the toilet, making sure you were stable before stepping back a little.

"i'll go change the sheets while you're in here" he said, voice low and intimate, like he was sharing a secret. "where are the extra ones again?"

"Bottom drawer of the big dresser" you answered, sighing as you finally relaxed enough to pee. the relief was immediate after how intense everything had been.

"Got it." he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. "take your time, baby. i'll have everything ready when you come out."

While he was gone, you finished up and stood on slightly shaky legs. you turned to the mirror and froze, eyes widening.

Your neck and shoulders were covered in marks.

Dark hickeys bloomed across your skin — some light pink, others deep red and purplish. there were clear bite marks mixed in, especially near your collarbones.

It looked like you'd been attacked by a very affectionate vampire.

You didn't scream or panic, but your mouth fell open in genuine surprise. "holy shit…" you whispered to your reflection, turning your head to see the damage from different angles. there was no way you'd be able to hide all of these tomorrow.

Jungwon's voice floated from the bedroom. "everything okay in there?"

"Yeah" you called back, still staring at the constellation of love bites. "just… realizing how fucked my neck looks right now."

He laughed softly, the sound warm.

You could hear him shaking out fresh sheets. "sorry, baby. i got a little carried away. but you looked so pretty with my mouth on you… couldn't help it."

You shook your head, a reluctant smile forming as you washed your hands. when you walked back into the bedroom, the bed was already made with clean sheets, the old ones stuffed in your laundry hamper.

Jungwon stood there shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, looking ridiculously soft after everything you'd just done.

He opened his arms for you. "come here."

You walked straight into them. he hugged you close, one hand rubbing slow circles on your bare back while the other stroked your hair.

"You were amazing tonight" he murmured against your temple.

"I needed you so bad… thank you for letting me come over even though i showed up tipsy again." his voice dropped a little, almost shy. "i know you don't like it. i'll try to be better tomorrow, okay? but right now i just wanna hold you.”

You pressed your cheek to his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowing down.

The faint smell of beer was still there, mixed with sweat and his usual scent. the mix of annoyance and affection you always felt toward him swirled in your chest, but the gentle way he touched you, the sweet words, the way he took care of everything without being asked —made it hard to stay mad.

"You're lucky you're cute when you whine" you muttered.

Jungwon chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly, no hunger this time, just warmth.

"Stay with me tonight?" he asked, even though you were already in your own apartment. "i'll make sure you're okay in the morning. we can even go over your presentation again if you want… after i make you breakfast or something."

You rolled your eyes but nodded, letting him pull you back toward the freshly made bed.

The city outside was quiet. and despite the marks on your neck and the lingering frustration about his drinking, you let him wrap himself around you under the clean sheets — because no matter how many times this pattern repeated, Jungwon's version of "i missed you" always hit different.

Soft, pale morning light slipped through the gaps in your curtains, painting the room in gentle hues of cream and gold.

It was still early — the kind of quiet morning where the city outside hadn't fully woken up yet. you had been lost in a hazy, warm dream, something fuzzy and pleasant that involved sunlight and laughter, when a persistent pressure low in your belly started pulling you back to consciousness.

At first, you thought it was just the need to pee. your eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes heavy with sleep, a small tired groan escaping your lips as you shifted under the sheets.

You had fallen asleep completely naked last night, too exhausted and satisfied to bother with clothes after Jungwon changed the sheets.

The fabric felt cool against your bare skin, and for a second you just lay there, blinking at the ceiling.

The pressure didn't fade. if anything, it grew warmer, wetter, more focused.

Then you felt it — the slow, deliberate drag of a hot tongue between your folds.

Your breath hitched sharply.

"Jungwon…?—" The name came out breathy, half-moan, half-question.

He was settled comfortably between your spread thighs like he'd been there for a while, your legs draped lazily over his shoulders.

His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open while his face was buried in your pussy. his tongue moved in slow, filthy strokes— licking from your entrance all the way up to your clit before swirling around it with obscene patience.

The wet, slick sounds of his mouth filled the quiet bedroom immediately.

He hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.

"Morning, baby" he murmured, voice still raspy from sleep and last night's drinking, that signature soft, slightly husky tone that always hit you right in the chest.

He gave your clit a slow, wet suck before pulling back just enough to speak, lips glistening. "couldn't help it. you looked so peaceful… but your pussy was already a little wet. had to taste you."

"Fuck— what are you doing?" you moaned, hips twitching involuntarily as his tongue dove back in, licking deeper, more messily. "Won… it's too early for this—"

He chuckled softly against your folds, the sound turning into a needy little whine as he buried his tongue inside you, fucking it in and out slowly.

"Waking you up the right way" he answered, words muffled and dirty. "you're my favorite breakfast. so sweet and warm right after sleeping… fuck, you're getting creamy again already."

Your hand flew down instinctively, fingers threading through his soft dark hair. the sensitivity from last night's marathon made every single touch feel electric.

Your clit was swollen and tender, and every flick of his tongue sent sharp sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting up your spine.

"Jungwon—shit, i feel like i'm gonna soak everything" you gasped, back arching slightly off the mattress. "we just changed the sheets last night… i don't have more backups right now—"

"Don't worry about it" he whispered, sucking gently on your clit before lapping at it faster. his tongue was relentless, sloppy and eager, coating his chin and lips in your arousal. "i'll take care of the mess. i always do. just let me eat you, baby. please?"

The plea in his voice — soft, almost whiny — made your stomach flutter. he was being so filthy with his mouth but still so sweet, eyes closed in bliss as he devoured you like he'd been starving for it.

The room quickly filled with wet, pornographic sounds: the constant slick slide of his tongue, the soft suction of his lips around your clit, your own shaky moans growing louder despite your best efforts to stay quiet.

Your back curved sharply off the bed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "ah—Jungwon!" your grip in his hair tightened, not pulling him away but holding on for dear life.

"It's too much… my clit's so sensitive from last night—fuck, slow down—"

But he didn't slow down. if anything, he pressed his face deeper, nose brushing against your mound as he licked and sucked with renewed hunger.

Long, lewd strokes of his tongue mixed with quick flicks that made your thighs tremble around his head. you could feel yourself getting wetter, that creamy arousal leaking out of you and onto his tongue.

"You're so fucking pretty when you're like this" he groaned against you, voice vibrating deliciously.

He pulled back for a breath, eyes looking up at you with that hazy, adoring gaze — pupils blown wide, ears still slightly pink. "all sleepy and red… moaning my name like that. makes me so hard, baby."

You whimpered, legs shaking as he dove back in. the overstimulation was intense. every single touch felt like too much and not enough at the same time.

Your free hand moved to your chest, squeezing one of your breasts, pinching your nipple as another broken moan left you.

"Won… please, i can't— it's too intense' you begged, voice cracking.

Your hips rolled against his mouth despite your words, chasing the pleasure even as it bordered on overwhelming. "i'm gonna cum too fast if you keep doing that—"

"Good" he whined softly, the sound so pretty and desperate. "want you to cum on my tongue. want to feel you gush for me again." he slid two long fingers into your soaked entrance without warning, curling them instantly against your g-spot while his tongue attacked your clit in tight, fast circles.

The wet squelching sounds grew louder, filthier.

His fingers pumped steadily, perfectly in sync with his mouth. you were dripping down his hand, creamy arousal coating his fingers.

"Jungwon—oh my god" you moaned loudly, head falling back against the pillow. your back arched completely off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as the pressure built impossibly fast. "like that—fuck, don't stop—"

He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer. "that's it, baby. let go. you're squeezing my fingers so tight… so perfect. cum for me. please, i need it."

Your hand tightened in his hair, the other still groping your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers.

The combination of his tongue on your oversensitive clit and his fingers hitting that perfect spot inside you was devastating. you felt that familiar overwhelming rush — the tight, heavy pressure that made you feel like you were about to burst.

"I'm— fuck, Won, i'm gonna—"

He sucked harder on your clit, fingers curling faster, and that was all it took.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, violent and all-consuming.

A sharp, pornographic moan tore from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, gushing wetly against his tongue.

Your entire body shook, back lifted high off the mattress, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. he didn't stop — he kept licking and sucking gently, prolonging every aftershock while moaning sweetly against your folds, drinking down everything you gave him.

"Fuck… so good" he whispered, voice hoarse and satisfied. "taste so fucking good when you cum."

You were still panting, body twitching with sensitivity, when he finally slowed down. but he didn't pull away completely.

He kept his fingers buried inside you, giving lazy thrusts while his tongue gave soft, soothing licks around your clit, careful not to overwhelm you too much now.

"Look at you" he murmured lovingly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "all flushed and pretty in the morning light. my beautiful girl."

You let out a breathless laugh mixed with a whimper, eyes half-closed as you tried to catch your breath.

The sensitivity made every small movement of his fingers feel electric.

"Jungwon… you're insane" you managed, voice shaky. "waking me up like this…"

He smiled against your skin, that playful, cat-like grin you loved and hated at the same time.

"Couldn’t resist. you were right there, naked and warm… smelled like sex and me. had to have a taste." he curled his fingers again gently, watching your face.

Jungwon was completely lost in you — whining softly, hips subtly grinding against the mattress for his own relief while he focused entirely on making you fall apart again.

And you let him.

Jungwon didn't hesitate for even a second. he moaned sweetly, loud and pretty, as he pressed his mouth closer and licked every drop left you gave him.

You were left panting hard, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs trembling as they slipped off his shoulders. your body felt boneless, warm and buzzing with leftover pleasure.

For a long moment you just lay there with your eyes half-closed, trying to catch your breath.

"Jungwon…" you breathed out shakily. "get up here… please."

He pressed one final, soft kiss to your clit before crawling up your body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your stomach and between your breasts.

When his face hovered above yours, his lips were shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your release. that familiar cat-like smile spread across his face — satisfied, a little proud, and ridiculously soft all at once.

"You okay, baby?" he asked quietly, voice still raspy and sweet. he brushed damp strands of hair away from your forehead with gentle fingers.

You nodded, still breathing unevenly. "yeah… just… intense. good intense."

Jungwon leaned down and kissed you slowly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

The kiss was lazy and deep, full of morning tenderness. when he pulled back, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the clean cloth he'd left there from last night.

He sat back on his heels between your legs and began wiping you carefully, his touch feather-light and loving.

"You're so fucking pretty right now" he murmured, eyes tracing your flushed cheeks, your messy hair, the way your chest still heaved.

His free hand stroked your waist in slow, soothing circles, thumb brushing the curve of your hip. "all glowing and soft… i could eat you out every morning like this."

You let out a breathless laugh, covering your face with one arm. "you're shameless."

"Only for you." he smiled wider, cleaning your folds "look at that — the sheets are completely dry this time. i swallowed every drop, see? no mess for you to worry about.”

You peeked out from under your arm and glanced down. he was right. thanks to how eagerly he'd devoured your orgasm, the fresh sheets he'd changed last night were still spotless.

The realization made you shake your head with a tired but fond smile.

Jungwon tossed the cloth aside and leaned down again, pressing a kiss to your stomach before sitting up fully. he looked genuinely energized, eyes bright despite the faint hangover haze he probably had. that was typical Jungwon— once he got his fix of you, he could run on pure affection for hours.

"I'm gonna make breakfast" he announced happily, already climbing off the bed. "you rest a little more. i'll call you when it's ready."

He walked over to your closet like he owned the place, pulling out one of the oversized white t-shirts he'd left at your apartment weeks ago.

He slipped it on, the fabric stretching nicely across his shoulders and chest, but kept the same gray sweatpants from yesterday hanging low on his hips. Barefoot, hair still messy from your fingers pulling on it, he looked stupidly domestic and hot at the same time.

You watched him with a small smile as he padded out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. the faint sound of him moving around your kitchen soon followed — cabinets opening, the fridge humming.

It took you a couple of minutes to gather the strength to move.

Your legs still felt a little shaky when you finally sat up. you swung them over the edge of the bed and stood up slowly, stretching your arms above your head with a quiet groan.

The marks on your body pulled slightly as you moved, reminding you of everything from last night.

You made your way to the bathroom, still completely naked. the moment you stepped in front of the mirror, you paused.

"Jesus Christ…" you whispered.

The hickeys and bite marks looked even more obvious in the daylight.

Your neck was a canvas of pink, red, and purplish spots. several dark ones sat right under your jaw and along your collarbones, joined by clear teeth marks on your shoulders. you turned slightly, eyes widening at the full extent.

There was no way you could hide all of them with just a hoodie.

You sighed deeply, running your fingers over one particularly dark mark. part of you wanted to be annoyed — he always got carried away when he drank — but another part felt a stupid flutter at the possessiveness behind them.

Still, the frustration lingered. this was becoming a pattern.

Shaking your head, you turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray. the water felt amazing against your sore muscles.

You took your time, washing your body carefully, letting the steam fill the small bathroom while your mind wandered. Jungwon's laughter floated faintly from the kitchen, along with the smell of something cooking — probably eggs and toast, knowing him.

By the time you stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself, you felt a little more awake.

You wiped the condensation off the mirror again and stared at the marks one last time, tracing one with your fingertip.

"You're lucky i like you" you muttered to yourself with a small, reluctant smile.

You dried off and threw on comfortable clothes — loose shorts and a thin long-sleeved shirt that at least covered most of your neck and shoulders.

When you finally walked into the kitchen, Jungwon was plating food at the small counter. he looked up immediately, that bright, boyish smile spreading across his face the second he saw you.

"There she is" he said warmly, voice full of affection. "how do you feel? come eat while it's hot."

He'd made simple breakfast — scrambled eggs with cheese, toast with butter, and some fruit he'd cut up. two glasses of orange juice sat ready.

He pulled you into a gentle back hug before you could sit down, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"You smell nice" he murmured. "did you shower? sorry about all the marks by the way… i got a bit excited."

You leaned back against his chest for a moment, letting yourself enjoy the warmth before the usual mid-morning reality settled in.

"Yeah… i saw them" you replied quietly. "there's a lot this time, Won."

He hummed softly, squeezing your waist. "i know. i'll be more careful next time." but the way he said it sounded more like a hopeful promise than a guarantee.

You sat down together at the small table in your kitchen. Jungwon watched you take the first bite with that attentive, cat-like focus he always had when it came to you. the food was good — simple but comforting.

The quiet morning felt peaceful, but that familiar knot of worry about his drinking habits was already starting to creep back in.

For now, though, you let yourself enjoy the domestic moment: Jungwon in your apartment, barefoot in your kitchen, looking at you like you hung the moon.

Even if you knew this perfect morning came right after another night of him showing up drunk probably.

You were sitting at the small kitchen table, still a little sleepy but genuinely hungry after the morning activities.

The scrambled eggs were fluffy and cheesy, the toast perfectly buttered, and the cut fruit was sweet and cold. you ate like a little kid — cheeks slightly puffed, taking big bites and humming happily with each one, one foot swinging lightly under the table.

It was one of those unconscious habits you had when you felt comfortable.

Jungwon stood by the counter for a second, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with the softest, most fond smile on his face. his eyes curved into those pretty crescents, the same ones that made your stomach flip every single time.

"Look at you" he murmured, voice warm and amused. "eating like that makes me want to cook for you every day."

He was about to pull out the chair and sit across from you when the sharp sound of the doorbell cut through the peaceful morning.

Ding-dong.

Your fork paused halfway to your mouth. you already knew.

The sigh that left you was heavy and knowing. Jungwon's expression shifted too — he glanced at you, reading the look on your face instantly.

He knew exactly what was coming.

"I got it" he said quietly, before you could even speak.

He ran a quick hand through his hair, somehow making it look even better despite the messy night and morning you'd both had.

The white t-shirt hugged his shoulders nicely, and those gray sweatpants still hung low on his hips. he looked annoyingly put-together for someone who had been nose-deep inside you less than an hour ago.

Jungwon walked to the door and opened it with a light, polite smile.

Mrs. Park was standing there in all her glory.

She clearly hadn't bothered getting ready. her bleached blonde hair was frizzy and unkempt, dark roots showing at the scalp.

She wore an old robe over pajamas, arms crossed tightly under her chest. at 47, the years showed in the deep lines around her mouth and the permanent scowl etched into her face. she looked exactly like the type of neighbor who lived for this kind of confrontation.

"Good morning" Jungwon said calmly, keeping that polite smile. "is there a problem, ma'am?"

Mrs. Park didn't even bother with pleasantries. her eyes narrowed immediately.

"Your bed is literally pushed against my wall" she started, voice sharp and accusatory.

"I heard everything. every single sound. the moaning, the bed creaking, the filthy talking… all of it. at eight in the morning! have some respect, for God's sake. this is not a love hotel."

Jungwon's ears turned a light shade of red, but he kept his composure. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking appropriately sheepish.

"I'm really sorry" he said sincerely. "we didn't mean to disturb you. it won't happen again."

Mrs. Park scoffed. "sorry? i've had to listen to this nonsense multiple times now. last night too! the walls are thin, you know. i could hear her moaning your name like some cheap porn actress. disgusting."

Jungwon apologized again, softer this time. "i understand. we'll be more careful. really. sorry for the inconvenience."

The woman's face twisted "if this keeps happening, i'm actually going to file a formal complaint with the building management. i'm not joking. find somewhere else to do your little activities."

Jungwon nodded quickly, not giving her any more fuel. "understood. thank you for letting us know."

Before Mrs. Park could keep ranting, he gently closed the door, cutting her off mid-sentence.

The second the door clicked shut, he let out a long breath and turned around.

You were still at the table, mouth full of eggs and toast, staring at him with raised eyebrows. you swallowed quickly and pointed your fork at him.

"Told you." you said, voice muffled but smug.

Jungwon leaned against the door for a second, then walked back to the table with a playful smirk. he dropped into the chair across from you, stealing a piece of toast from your plate.

"If you say that one more time" he warned teasingly, eyes sparkling with mischief, "i'm gonna make Mrs. Park have a real reason to complain. right here. right now."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped. "you're actually insane. she literally just threatened to file a complaint and you're already joking about it."

He shrugged, biting into the stolen toast. "what do you want me to do? cry about it?" his foot nudged yours under the table. "besides… you weren't exactly quiet either, baby."

You kicked his leg lightly. "because you're way too needy. you woke me up with your face between my legs when i was still sensitive from last night. and then you kept going even when i said it was too much."

Jungwon leaned forward on his elbows, chin resting on his hand, watching you with that intense, cat-like focus. his voice dropped a little, low and teasing.

"Yeah… and i could do it again right now" he said smoothly. "even if you tell me you're sore. even if you say you don't want it. i know exactly how to touch you until you're begging for more. until you're dripping again and forgetting all about Mrs. Park."

You felt heat crawl up your neck — the same neck currently covered in his marks. you pointed your fork at him again.

"See? needy. you literally cannot go more than a few hours without touching me."

He grinned, unashamed. "guilty. but can you blame me?" his hand reached across the table, fingers brushing over your knuckles. "you're my girlfriend. my pretty, smart, hard-working girl who lives alone and lets me come over even when i show up tipsy. of course i'm obsessed with you."

There it was again — that soft manipulation wrapped in genuine-sounding affection.

It always made the frustration in your chest twist uncomfortably. You looked down at your plate, pushing the eggs around with your fork.

"You know it bothers me when you drink and then come looking for sex" you said quietly, the theme creeping back in. "and now the neighbor is threatening to complain because you can't keep it down when you're horny."

Jungwon's expression softened. he stood up and walked around the table, crouching beside your chair so he could look up at you properly.

His hands rested on your thighs, thumbs stroking gently.

"I know" he murmured. "i'm sorry. i really am. last night i just… missed you too much. work was long, my head was killing me, and the only thing that makes sense when i drink is wanting to be with you." he pressed a kiss to your knee. "i'll try to be quieter next time. and… i'll try to drink less. okay?"

You stared at him. he looked sincere — those big dark eyes, the slight pout, the way his hands kept caressing your legs like he needed the contact.

It was hard to stay mad when he got like this.

"You always say that" you whispered.

"I mean it this time." he stood up and leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. "eat your breakfast, baby. it's getting cold."

You sighed but went back to eating. Jungwon sat beside you now instead of across, one arm draped over the back of your chair, fingers playing with the ends of your hair while he ate with his other hand.

The domesticity of it was almost too much. he looked so comfortable in your apartment, like he belonged here.

After a few minutes of quiet eating, he spoke again, voice lighter.

"Mrs. Park really needs to get laid, huh? she sounded jealous as hell."

You almost choked on your orange juice. "Jungwon!"

"What? it's true" he laughed, that pretty, bright laugh that always made you weak. "she was mad she could hear us having good sex and she's probably getting none."

You smacked his arm, but you were smiling despite yourself. "you're going to get us evicted."

"Nah. i'll charm the building manager if it comes to that." he leaned in and kissed your neck — right on one of the darker hickeys — making you shiver. "or i can just fuck you against the wall that's not connected to her apartment next time."

"Needy and horny again already" you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Jungwon hummed, nuzzling closer. "always. especially when you're wearing my shirt and have my marks all over you." his hand slid higher on your thigh, teasing the hem of your shorts. "still sensitive?"

"Yes" you warned, but your voice wasn't very convincing.

He smiled against your skin. "i could make it feel good anyway… slow and careful. until you're the one making noise again."

You pushed his face away gently, laughing. "finish your breakfast, you animal."

He grinned victoriously and went back to eating, but his hand stayed possessively on your thigh the entire time, thumb drawing lazy circles.

The morning light kept pouring in, warm and soft, while Mrs. Park's threats lingered somewhere in the back of your mind.

Jungwon was still here — affectionate, playful, a little manipulative, and completely wrapped up in you. And even though the frustration about his drinking was still simmering underneath, you let yourself enjoy this version of him for a little longer.

The needy, sweet, impossible boy who made mornings feel this good.

The plates were nearly empty now, just a few crumbs and a smear of egg left behind.

You leaned back in your chair, letting out a satisfied little sigh as you wiped your mouth with a napkin. the food had actually been really good — simple but warm, exactly what you needed after the intense start to the day.

"That was actually delicious" you said softly, smiling at him. "thank you for making breakfast. you didn't have to."

Jungwon's face lit up with that bright, boyish grin that made his eyes curve into pretty crescents. he cracked his knuckles once, stretching his fingers, then pushed his chair back.

"Glad you liked it" he replied, voice warm. "i'll go shower real quick. i still smell like last night… and this morning." he winked at you playfully as he stood up.

You got up too, stretching your arms high above your head with a soft groan. your muscles were still a little sore in the best way.

Instead of heading back to the bedroom, you wandered over to the living room and perched yourself on the wide armrest of the sofa, one leg dangling while the other stayed planted on the cushion.

You watched him move around, enjoying the casual domesticity of it all.

Jungwon was halfway to the bathroom when he paused.

He turned around and walked straight toward you instead, that familiar glint in his eyes. he stopped right in front of you, stepping between your spread legs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

One of his hands came up to cup your cheek gently, thumb brushing across your skin with surprising tenderness.

His other hand settled high on your thigh, fingers stroking slow, lazy circles on the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts.

"I love you" he said quietly, voice low and sincere. his dark eyes locked onto yours, intense and soft all at once. "so fucking much. you know that, right?"

You let out a small huff, half-amused, half-exasperated, but your cheeks warmed anyway. your hand came up to rest on his wrist, not pulling him away, just holding him there.

"I love you too, Won" you murmured. "but calm down a little… we just ate."

Jungwon let out one short, bright laugh — that pretty sound that always made your chest feel lighter.

He leaned in closer, forehead almost touching yours, his breath warm against your skin. the hand on your cheek slid back slightly, fingers threading into your hair while the one on your thigh squeezed gently, possessively.

"Say it again" he whispered, lips brushing your cheek in a soft kiss. "tell me how much you love me."

You squirmed a little on the armrest, complaining under your breath even as you tilted your head to give him better access. "Jungwon… you're so annoying sometimes."

But your voice came out quieter, softer, almost breathy. your fingers tightened around his wrist as you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes a little wider, shoulders relaxing under his touch.

"I love you… a lot. more than i probably should, considering how much trouble you give me."

The words came out gentle and yielding, almost like you were giving him exactly what he wanted without being able to stop yourself.

Your free hand rested on his chest, not pushing him away but tracing small patterns over the white t-shirt.

Jungwon's reaction was immediate.

His breath hitched. that needy glint in his eyes sharpened as he pressed closer, hips shifting forward until he was flush between your legs.

A soft, pretty whine escaped his throat — low and desperate.

"Baby… you can't say it like that" he murmured, voice already rougher. he kissed your cheek again, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw.

"So sweet and soft for me… makes me want to keep you here all day."

His hand on your thigh slid higher, fingertips slipping under the edge of your shorts, stroking the warm skin there. not demanding yet, but clearly hungry.

You could already feel him starting to get hard against your inner thigh through the gray sweatpants.

"Won…" you complained weakly, but you didn’t move away. your fingers curled into his shirt instead, holding onto him. "you literally just said you were going to shower."

"I will" he promised, but he made no move to leave.

Instead, he nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing over one of the many marks he'd left the night before. "just… five more minutes. let me hold you like this."

He sounded so needy already — that slight whine in his voice, the way his hands kept moving on you like he couldn't stop touching.

One moment he was caressing your cheek lovingly, the next his fingers were squeezing your thigh like he wanted to pull you even closer.

You sighed, tilting your head to the side as he kissed along your marked neck. "you're impossible. Mrs. Park just threatened us and you're already trying to start something again."

Jungwon chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating pleasantly. "she can threaten whatever she wants. right now i just want my girlfriend to keep telling me she loves me while i touch her."

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, eyes half-lidded. "c'mon, baby. one more time. tell me."

You bit your lip, trying to fight the smile threatening to break through. your voice came out even softer this time, almost shy, eyes dropping to his lips before flicking back up to his.

"I love you, Jungwon" you whispered, sounding small and sweet and completely wrapped around his finger. "i love you even when you drive me crazy… even when you show up drunk and needy… even when you leave marks all over me."

A full-body shiver ran through him.

He let out a low, needy groan and pressed his forehead to yours, hips rolling forward once, slowly, grinding against you just enough for you to feel how hard he was getting.

"Shit… you're gonna kill me saying it like that" he whined, voice cracking slightly in that pretty way it always did when he got desperate.

"I love you too. so much it's stupid. i can't even think straight when i'm around you."

His hand left your cheek to slide down your side, gripping your waist as he kissed you properly — deep, slow, and hungry.

His tongue brushed yours, tasting like orange juice. when he pulled back, his breathing was already heavier.

"You're still sensitive, right?" he asked, almost hopeful, fingers tracing the edge of your shorts again. "i could be really gentle… just use my mouth again or my fingers. i just want to make you feel good."

You laughed breathlessly, pushing lightly at his chest even as your legs parted a little more around him.

"Go shower. i'm still recovering from this morning."

Jungwon pouted — actually pouted — but there was a playful spark in his eyes.

He stole one last kiss, then another, before finally stepping back with visible reluctance. His sweatpants did nothing to hide how affected he was.

"Fine" he sighed dramatically, but he was smiling. "but when i get out… you're sitting on my lap while we watch something. deal?"

You rolled your eyes fondly. "deal. now go before i change my mind and make you wash the dishes too."

He laughed and finally headed toward the bathroom, glancing back at you one last time with that needy look that always made your heart do stupid things.

The warmth in your chest battled with that familiar knot of worry — about his drinking, about how easily he could melt your frustration with sweet words and gentle hands, about how much you let him get away with.

Still… mornings like this with Jungwon were dangerously addictive.

You stayed perched on the armrest of the sofa for a long moment, fingers absently brushing over your lips where he'd kissed you.

They still felt warm, slightly swollen. your skin tingled everywhere he'd touched — your cheek, your thigh, the back of your neck.

You let out a long, heavy sigh and dragged a hand down your face.

God, he's exhausting.

You were still sensitive from this morning.

Your clit felt puffy and tender, your insides a little sore in that deep, used way that made every shift of your thighs noticeable. part of you wanted to just sit here, scroll on your phone, and let your body recover.

But another, louder part — the one that always lost when it came to Jungwon — was already buzzing with leftover heat.

You glanced toward the closed bathroom door. the faint sound of water running reached your ears.

"Fuck it" you muttered under your breath.

You stood up and walked down the short hallway.

The moment you opened the bathroom door, a wave of warm, humid air hit you, thick with steam and the clean scent of your body wash.

Jungwon was behind the shower curtain, the silhouette of his body visible through the semi-transparent fabric.

"You almost done?" you asked, voice casual even though your pulse was already picking up.

The curtain slid open a few inches. Jungwon peeked out, water streaming down his face and dark hair.

It was plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to his lashes. He smiled — that bright, cat-like smile that made his eyes curve — completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked and half-hard already.

"Not yet" he answered, voice slightly raised over the sound of the water. "why?"

You didn't reply with words.

Instead, you held his gaze and slowly reached for the hem of your shirt.

Jungwon's eyes followed every movement as you pulled it over your head, revealing your bare chest.

You hooked your thumbs into your shorts and panties together, sliding them down your legs at a deliberately slow pace, stepping out of them one foot at a time.

A low, surprised sound escaped his throat — something between a groan and a whine.

"Baby…" His eyes roamed shamelessly over your body, taking in every curve, every mark he'd left on your neck and shoulders last night. the hunger in his gaze was instant.

You stepped into the shower with him, closing the curtain behind you.

Warm water immediately cascaded over your skin, soaking you in seconds. you moved closer until your bodies were almost touching, sliding your hands up his wet chest and over his shoulders.

Your palms explored the smooth planes of his back, tracing the faint red lines your nails had left there earlier. your faces were inches apart, water running down both of you.

Jungwon's cock was fully hard now, pressing hot and heavy against your stomach.

"You told me to calm down" he murmured, voice low and teasing, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "and here you are, stripping for me and getting all needy in the shower."

"I'm not needy" you protested, even as your hands kept roaming his body. "don't bother me."

But even as the words left your mouth, you were already leaning in.

Your lips met his in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned hungry. the water made everything slick — your tongues sliding together, lips wet and warm.

You could taste the faint trace of breakfast and the clean mint of his toothpaste. Jungwon's arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest as he kissed you back with obvious want, one hand sliding down to grip your ass.

When you finally broke the kiss, breathing heavier, you looked up at him with dark eyes.

"This time" you said, voice dropping, "i want you to fuck me hard enough that i don't want any more intimacy for the rest of the day."

Jungwon's breath hitched. his pupils blew wide.

You turned around before he could respond, bracing your hands on the shower wall. you bent forward slightly, arching your back and pushing your ass back toward him, water streaming down your spine.

He didn't need to be told twice.

His hands caressed your sides first — slow, appreciative strokes from your waist to your hips. then you felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against your entrance, sliding through your folds once, twice, coating himself in your wetness.

"Fuck, you're already so creamy" he groaned.

He pushed inside in one smooth, firm thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Your pussy was still sensitive from earlier, so the sudden stretch pulled a broken, high moan out of you. your fingers tightened hard around the shower fixture, knuckles turning white.

"Shit— Jungwon…"

"You okay?" he asked immediately, voice tight with restraint even as his hips pressed flush against your ass. "if you want me to stop, just say it."

"Don't stop" you breathed, pushing back against him. "just… fuck me."

That was all the permission he needed.

Jungwon gripped your hips tighter and started thrusting— deep, hard strokes that made the wet slap of skin against skin echo loudly in the small shower.

The sound was filthy, unmistakable, mixing with the rush of water. he groaned low in his throat, that pretty, needy sound you loved.

"God, baby… you're so fucking wet and tight" he panted, snapping his hips harder. "listen to how wet you are. i can hear it every time i push in."

Each thrust rocked you forward, your breasts swaying with the force.

The water made everything slicker, louder. Jungwon's pace was relentless but controlled — deep enough to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke, hard enough that your moans kept spilling out uncontrollably.

Your grip on the fixture tightened as pleasure mixed with the slight ache of overstimulation. it felt overwhelming in the best way — too much and not enough.

"Harder" you gasped, voice shaky. "you said you could make me want it even when i'm sensitive…"

Jungwon let out a soft whine and obeyed, fucking you harder.

The sound of his hips slapping against your ass grew wetter, sharper.

One of his hands slid around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles while he kept pounding into you from behind.

"Like this?" he asked, voice raspy and sweet even as he railed you. "tell me how it feels, baby. i love hearing you."

"So deep— fuck, Won…" you moaned brokenly, forehead pressing against the cool tile. "you're hitting everything."

He groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back, lips brushing your ear as he kept thrusting.

"You feel so good… so fucking good. i can't get enough of you." his fingers kept working your clit, never faltering. "even when you're sore you're still this wet for me."

The steam, the heat, the constant stream of water, and the way he filled you so completely had your head spinning.

Every hard thrust made your sensitive walls flutter around him, creamy arousal coating his cock and dripping down your thighs, washed away instantly by the shower.

Jungwon's free hand gripped your waist harder, pulling you back onto him with every snap of his hips. his moans were getting prettier — those soft, whiny sounds mixed with low groans every time you clenched around him.

"Tell me again" he panted against your neck, sucking lightly on one of the marks he'd left yesterday. "tell me you love me while i'm fucking you like this."

You could barely form words, but you tried anyway, voice shaky and submissive.

"I love you… fuck— i love you, Jungwon."

He whined loudly, hips stuttering for a second before he recovered and fucked you even deeper.

"Again" he begged, voice cracking beautifully. "please, baby."

The shower continued to rain down on both of you as Jungwon kept that punishing, delicious rhythm — hard, deep, and relentless, just like you'd asked.

Your moans mixed with his pretty sounds, the wet slap of skin, and the constant rush of water. your body trembled under the intensity, still sensitive but chasing more.

And Jungwon gave it to you without hesitation.

Jungwon's hips snapped against your ass with deep, forceful thrusts, the loud wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles with every stroke.

Your creamy arousal made everything obscenely slick — you could literally hear how wet you were every time he buried himself to the hilt.

"Fuck, baby… you're dripping down my cock" he groaned, voice husky and needy.

One hand gripped your hip hard while the other kept rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. "you're squeezing me so tight."

You moaned brokenly, forehead pressed against the cool tile, fingers white-knuckled around the shower fixture.

Every hard thrust sent sparks shooting through your overstimulated body. it hurt so good — that perfect mix of soreness and pleasure that only Jungwon could pull out of you.

"Won— ahh, shit— right there" you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "faster… please."

Jungwon whined loudly, the pretty sound vibrating against your back as he leaned over you.

He fucked you deeper, faster, the head of his cock dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke. "i love you so much. love being inside you like this. you feel so warm and wet— fuck, i can't get enough."

The steam made everything feel closer, more intense. water streamed down your joined bodies, mixing with sweat. Jungwon's moans were getting louder, less controlled — those sweet, whiny sounds that always drove you crazy.

But you needed more than this position. you needed to see him.

"Wait—" you breathed, voice shaky. "turn me around."

Jungwon slowed instantly, pulling out carefully.

He helped you turn, hands gentle on your waist despite how hard he was breathing. the second you faced him, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours in a messy, desperate kiss. water cascaded over your faces as you both melted into it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Jungwon grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, pressing your back against the tiled wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles locking behind his back.

He lined himself up and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself completely.

"Oh my god—" you moaned loudly against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, baby… this is better" he panted, forehead pressed to yours.

His dark eyes were half-lidded, glassy with lust and affection. "i want to see your face when you cum."

He started moving again — deep, rolling thrusts that ground his pelvis against your clit with every stroke.

The new angle made him feel even bigger, pressing right against that perfect spot inside you. your bodies were flush together, skin sliding against wet skin, hearts pounding in sync.

Jungwon's moans were right in your ear now, soft and needy.

"I love you" he whispered between thrusts, voice cracking. "love you so much it hurts sometimes. you're everything to me." he kissed you again, slower this time, almost reverent, even as his hips kept that steady, deep rhythm.

"I'm yours—" you gasped, fingers threading through his wet hair. "only yours, Won. i love you… fuck, i love you so much."

He whined loudly, hips stuttering before he recovered and fucked you harder, deeper.

The sound of your bodies meeting was loud and wet, echoing in the shower. your moans mixed with his — raw, unrestrained, needy.

"You're getting tighter" he groaned, burying his face in your neck, sucking on one of the dark marks he'd left yesterday. "gonna cum for me, baby? want you to cum all over my cock while i'm inside you."

You nodded frantically, legs tightening around his waist.

The pressure was building fast again, that overwhelming heat coiling low in your belly.

Every thrust, every grind against your clit, every sweet word in your ear pushed you closer.

"Close— i'm so close, Won" you moaned, voice breaking. your nails dragged down his back, leaving fresh red lines.

"Me too" he panted, voice whiny and desperate. "look at me, baby. please— wanna see you."

You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. his hair was soaked, water dripping from his lashes, cheeks flushed.

He looked beautiful — needy, loving, completely lost in you. he kept one arm under your thigh for support while his other hand reached between you, thumb rubbing your clit in perfect circles.

"Cum with me" he begged softly, hips snapping harder. "please, baby. let me feel you. i need it."

The intimacy of it — his eyes locked on yours, bodies pressed so close, water falling around you like a curtain — pushed you over the edge.

"Jungwon—!" your orgasm hit hard, walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as intense pleasure crashed through you. you moaned loudly, shamelessly, thighs shaking around his waist as you came.

The feeling of you pulsing around him sent Jungwon over right after.

His hips stuttered, burying himself as deep as possible as he came with a gorgeous, broken moan — that signature soft, husky voice cracking into pretty whines.

"Fuck— baby, i'm cumming— ahh, shit—" he groaned long and deep, hips grinding into you as thick, warm spurts filled you up.

His face buried in your neck, body trembling against yours while he rode out every wave, moaning sweetly the entire time.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the running water and your heavy breathing. Jungwon held you close, still buried inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your body like he never wanted to let go.

He was the first to move, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your neck and jaw until he reached your lips. the kiss was slow and gentle now, full of affection.

"You okay?" he whispered against your mouth, voice hoarse. "wasn't too hard?"

You shook your head, smiling tiredly. "it was perfect… intense, but perfect."

He smiled back — that soft, cat-like smile — and carefully lowered your legs until your feet touched the floor.

He stayed close, holding you steady when your legs wobbled. without a word, he reached for your body wash, squeezing some into his hands.

"Let me take care of you" he murmured.

He lathered the soap between his palms and started washing you with gentle, loving touches.

His hands glided over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest.

He was extra careful around your breasts and between your legs, cleaning you with soft strokes while pressing occasional kisses to your wet skin.

He tilted your chin up and kissed you again — slow, deep, and full of quiet love. when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, water still raining down on both of you.

"I really do love you" he said quietly. "not just when i'm tipsy. all the time. even when you're mad at me for drinking… even when Mrs. Park threatens us." He gave you a small, sheepish smile. "i know i mess up sometimes. but you're the best part of my day."

You swallowed hard, emotions swirling in your chest.

"I love you too" you whispered back, hugging him tighter. "just… try to be careful, okay?"

"I will" he promised, kissing the top of your head. he held you for a long time after that, just hugging you under the spray, hands rubbing slow circles on your back.

Eventually he turned off the water and grabbed your biggest towel, wrapping it around you first before drying himself.

He helped you out of the shower, still supporting you when your legs felt shaky. in the steamy bathroom, he dried your hair gently with another towel, then your body, pressing soft kisses wherever he touched.

The morning had been intense — loud, needy, intimate, and messy in the best way. and even with everything still unsaid about his habits, Jungwon's care made it hard to regret any of it.

At least for now.

jungwon shouldn’t have agreed to this.

he realized it the moment you had him pinned beneath you, wrists bound tightly to the headboard, the fabric of the restraints digging into his skin every time he instinctively tried to pull against them. he wasn’t used to this, to being so helpless, so vulnerable, and yet—his body betrayed him, his hips twitching up, seeking more, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath as he watched you through half-lidded eyes, dark with need.

your touch was barely there, nothing but a whisper against his skin, the ghost of your fingers trailing along his inner thighs, skimming so close yet never where he desperately needed you most. his muscles tensed beneath your touch, his body hypersensitive, each teasing movement sending a new wave of frustration through him.

"fuck, y/n, please..."

his voice was breathy, needy, a sweet whine slipping from his parted lips as his gaze locked onto yours—pleading, begging—only to be met with your dark amusement, your lips curving into a slow, knowing smirk.

you tilted your head slightly, watching him struggle, squirm, writhe beneath you, completely at your mercy. the sight alone sent a thrill through you, knowing you had jungwon—always so composed, so in control—reduced to this.

his jaw clenched, his thighs trembling slightly as he tried once again to lift his hips, desperate for more, for anything, but you only chuckled, the sound low, teasing, as you met his eyes with a mocking pout.

"hm... but wonnie, where’s the fun in that?"

your voice was syrupy sweet, intoxicating, a direct contrast to the cruel pace of your teasing, and he let out a frustrated groan, his head falling back against the pillows as his fingers curled into tight fists above him.

your fingers barely graze over his slit, just the lightest touch, but it’s enough. enough to make jungwon’s breath catch, his entire body tensing beneath you, his hips twitching up as a deep, desperate moan tumbles from his lips. the sound is wrecked, needy, the kind of noise he wouldn’t let anyone else hear—but for you?

he’s already falling apart.

but just as quickly as you give him what he wants, you take it away, pulling your hand back just before he can chase the friction, leaving him panting, helpless, aching.

"fuck, y/n, please don’t tease me, baby…"

his voice shakes, his whimper barely above a breath, brows furrowing as he tilts his head back, eyes squeezed shut in pure frustration. his chest rises and falls heavily, his arms pulling against the restraints, desperate for even the smallest bit of control. but he has none.

he’s completely at your mercy.

you let your fingers skim over his thighs again, the ghost of a touch, watching the way his body shudders, so sensitive, so desperate. a slow, sly smirk curls at your lips as you tilt your head, voice dripping with mocking sweetness.

"hm… you’re so needy, wonnie."

your words make his stomach coil tighter, a soft, choked whimper falling from his lips as his hips jerk up instinctively, craving more, craving you.

"who knew you’d be like this, hm?"

his eyes flutter open, dark and glazed over, filled with nothing but lust, desperation, and the rawest form of need. his lips part, ready to beg, to plead, to give you anything, but you only chuckle, dragging your fingers down his stomach in the slowest, most agonizing motion—a silent promise that you weren’t done teasing him yet.

you loved this. the sight of jungwon falling apart beneath you, the way his body twitched, trembled, how his wrists pulled weakly against the restraints, desperate to touch you, to take control the way he always did. but not this time.

no, this time, he was at your mercy.

normally, he was the one ruining you, the one leaving you breathless, broken, so fucked out you could barely form a coherent thought. but now? now he was the one begging, unraveling, losing himself under your teasing touches. it was addictive, seeing him so desperate, so weak for you.

"y/n—stop fucking teasing–fuck–please baby..."

his voice was strained, needy, thick with frustration and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pleaded with you, his usual composure completely shattered. his gaze flickered downward, landing on his own aching cock, twitching helplessly against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip, sliding down the sides, glistening under the dim light.

he looked wrecked, ruined, his thighs quivering, his muscles tensing with every ghost of your touch.

you chuckled softly, the sound low, teasing, as your fingers ghosted over the sides of his cock, collecting the warm, sticky precum that had gathered there. jungwon’s breath hitched, his stomach clenching as he watched—helpless, wrecked, aching for more.

your gaze never wavered as you brought your fingers to your lips, your mouth parting just enough to let your tongue flick out, lapping up the essence of him before you wrapped your lips around your fingertip, sucking slowly, deliberately.

you let out a soft, sultry moan, eyes locking onto his as you pulled your finger from your mouth with a sinful pop.

"oh my—fuck, y/n..."

his voice was shaky, breathless, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the sheets beneath him. his entire body was tense, coiled tight, every muscle in his abdomen twitching as he struggled to hold himself together.

you smirked, hovering over his cock, letting your breath fan over his sensitive tip, watching as his hips jerked instinctively, desperate for more, desperate for anything.

"fuck wonnie… taste so fucking good…"

your whisper was soft, wicked, sending a sharp shiver down his spine. his fingers flexed uselessly in the restraints, his jaw tight, clenched, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he tried so hard to fight back the noises threatening to spill from him.

his eyes burned into yours, filled with a dark frustration, his pupils blown wide with lust, swirling with something deeper, something primal. his voice dropped to a low, desperate whisper, barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing.

"i hate you for this… fuck, i fucking hate you."

but even as he spoke the words, his body betrayed him, hips shifting closer, thighs trembling, cock twitching helplessly under your touch.

he didn’t hate this.

he fucking loved it.

"you hate me, wonnie?"

your voice dripped with mocking sweetness, your lips curling into a slow, sly smirk as you watched him fall apart beneath you. jungwon couldn’t even bring himself to answer, his breath catching in his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as a pathetic whimper escaped his lips. yet, despite his words, his gaze never wavered, locked onto yours, filled with lust, desperation, and something raw—something needy.

your fingers wrapped around his cock, the heat of him pulsing beneath your touch, and before he could process the feeling, you tightened your grip. his reaction was instant, a low, wrecked moan ripping from his throat, his hips jerking up involuntarily as if his body was begging for more.

"let’s see how much you hate me, baby…"

your whisper was taunting, laced with pure amusement, your breath fanning over his sensitive tip before your lips wrapped around it, your tongue swirling slow, teasing, deliberate.

"oh my fucking—"

his moan broke, choked and desperate, his head tilting back against the pillows, lips parted, trembling, his fingers twitching uselessly in the restraints. you could feel how badly he was trying to hold back, to keep some semblance of control, but the moment you sank lower, your mouth stretching to take more of him in, his body betrayed him completely.

"fuck—y/n!"

his voice was wrecked, breathless, his hips trembling beneath you, every muscle in his stomach tightening as his cock twitched against your tongue. his thighs quivered, his breath ragged, his entire body at your mercy.

and you were only just getting started.

you hollowed your cheeks, taking him all the way down, the warmth of your mouth enveloping him completely as your lips pressed flush against the base. his cock throbbed against your tongue, heavy and thick, and the moment your nose met his abdomen, jungwon completely lost himself.

his reaction was instant, raw, unfiltered—a loud, desperate moan ripped from his throat, his head falling back against the pillows, strands of hair clinging to his damp forehead. his entire body shuddered beneath you, thighs quivering, muscles tensed, every inch of him overcome with pleasure.

"fucking shit—oh my god, baby…"

his voice was wrecked, cracking between whimpers and gasps, his adam’s apple bobbing sharply as he gulped down breaths, struggling to ground himself against the sheer intensity of your mouth.

his hands twitched uselessly in the restraints, fingers curling into fists, his back arching slightly as he tried—failed—to hold back another moan.

your head bobbed steadily, his tip hitting the back of your throat with every motion, the sensation sending shockwaves through his body. he whimpered, his thighs clenching beneath you, his hips trembling with the effort to stay still.

"oh fuck, y/n—fuck, baby, you're gonna make me—"

his words broke off into a strangled moan, his breath shaky and uneven, the sound alone making you squeeze your thighs together as you watched him fall apart completely, unable to do anything but take whatever you gave him.

you detached your mouth from his cock, a thin string of saliva still connecting you to him before it broke, leaving his length glistening, throbbing, utterly ruined. jungwon let out a desperate whimper, his hips jerking up involuntarily, already missing the warmth of your mouth. but you were quick—your hands replacing the heat just as fast as it left, fingers wrapping around him in a tight, unrelenting grip.

one hand worked ruthlessly, stroking him fast, firm, merciless, while the other slid down, fingertips ghosting over his balls before rolling them between your fingers, adding to the unbearable pleasure already coursing through him. the reaction was instant, his thighs trembling violently, his entire body tensing beneath you, muscles clenching hard as his back arched slightly off the mattress.

"oh fuck—y/n!"

his voice was a wrecked, broken sob, his head tilting back once again, mouth falling open, utterly agape, his chest rising and falling erratically as he struggled to breathe through the waves of pleasure crashing over him. every whimper, every moan, sent electricity straight to your core, making you clench around nothing as you watched him fall apart.

"you hate me, wonnie?"

your voice was mocking, syrupy sweet, laced with amusement as your fingers tightened slightly around his cock, making his body jolt beneath you.

"hate me so fucking much, don't you, baby?"

his glazed-over eyes flickered down to meet yours, though he could barely focus, his body too overwhelmed, too consumed by the sensation of your hands working him over so perfectly.

"fuck, i’m gonna fucking cum, baby—shit, m’gonna cum!"

his voice was high-pitched, desperate, his brows furrowed deeply, his expression one of pure ecstasy as he lost control, the coil in his stomach twisting tighter, tighter—

"tell me how much you hate me, baby..."

your demand came in a low, seductive whisper, your lips grazing against the inside of his thigh, your hand working him faster, squeezing just right, your other hand still teasing his balls, sending him spiraling further.

"i fucking hate—fuck—i hate you!"

his words shattered into a scream, though his loud moan was tangled with gasps, whimpers, sobs of pleasure, as he completely unraveled. his body jerked violently, his cock twitching uncontrollably against your hand as hot, thick ropes of cum burst from his tip, coating your fingers, spilling onto his stomach, his chest heaving, legs trembling, his mind utterly blank.

his body collapsed back onto the mattress, arms still strained in their restraints, his breath ragged, uneven, the aftershocks of his orgasm still rolling through him.

you simply smirked, watching the mess you made, knowing damn well he didn’t hate you at all.

Acting like a brat to your boyfriend to purposely annoy him wasn’t anything new to your relationship. 

Pushing his buttons was in your nature and your favorite pastime. Seeing the way he would scrunch his nose and furrow his brows at you got you going every single time, only furthering your need to piss him off to see that annoyed look turn into a stern one. Jaw locked and fists clenching at his sides as he eyes you with a look of warning. You knew what your punishments would be if you kept pushing him anymore, but your brat behavior would always continue until his hands were on your body and you were bent over whatever surface was near you at that moment as he pounded into your cunt, “Going to fuck that pretty little brat behavior outta ya baby girl.” 

And tonight wasn’t any different than normal. Except for the fact Jungwon already came home pissed off to all hell, yelling into his phone on call with one of his best friends about the bullshit that happened at work earlier. 

It was the perfect time to press his buttons. You were feeling needy all day and wanted to get railed as soon as he got home and with the fact Jungwon was already mad, it would make your job easier. 

Jungwon stood in the kitchen, slamming the cabinet doors closed, aggressively opening the fridge to grab a water bottle and then kicking it closed, chuckling over whatever it was his friend said over the phone before sitting down at the table and opening the bottle, tossing the cap into the trash can. 

You pressed your body against the wall by the table, folding your hands behind you as you stared down at him, waiting for your moment to strike. 

Jungwon took a few sips of the water, glancing up to finally notice you against the wall, his face brows furrowing and shaking his head and muting himself on the call, “I see those gears turning YN, don’t you fucking dare.” 

You held your hands up in defense, trying to plead your innocence. But Jungwon wasn’t stupid, he’s been dating you for years. He knows your games and how you play them. He loves you dearly, but today WASN’T a day to fuck with him. 

Did you care? Absolutely not. You did respect his warning for the time being while he was on the call, but once he removed the phone from his ear and ended the call you slipped into the chair beside him, pulling it as close as you could to him, getting all in his personal space. 

Jungwon ignored you at first, dropping his head into his hands and rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw to keep from snapping. 

You poked his cheek, pulled at his ear, tugged on his shirt, and even blew on his face yet got no reaction. Meaning you just had to try harder. 

You repeated the same actions, except now teasing him with words, “Awe, poor Wonnie, had a shitty day at work? That fucking sucks, just get over it.”

Jungwon clenched his jaw tighter, “I love her I love her I love her I love her,” he kept repeating in his head, using it as a reminder that you were just being bratty like normal. He just needed to ignore it until you gave up. 

“Just stop being a baby, Won. Grow up.” 

Well, now he couldn’t ignore it. 

He whipped his head up so fast, yelling, “Can you just shut the fuck up, YN? Jesus Christ I am NOT in the fucking mood to deal with you right now,” he gave you one last warning look, staring you down. 

But now you were pissed. Jungwon has never yelled at you like that before, yes he’s yelled when you’ve pushed his buttons too far before fucking your brains out, but it was never like this. 

You matched his glare, deciding it wasn’t worth it right now, that you would just come back and try again later after whatever pissed in his lunch earlier that got him so mad was gone. 

You stood, snapping out a “What the fuck ever Jungwon.” 

And now Jungwon is done. 

Right when your back was turned to him, he jumped from the chair, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you back, slamming your back to his chest before whipping you around and bending you over the kitchen table. The water bottle was now tipped over, the liquid spilling on the table and dripping down to the floor. 

You released a gasped moan, feeling his hard length against your ass, him pressing his crotch hard onto you. 

“Jungwon?” he chuckled, his voice dropping an octave, “What happened to Won? Or Wonnie or even babe?” 

Hearing you call him by his full name sent him over the edge. You never call him Jungwon. And hearing that name fall from your lips was his last straw with you. 

But you didn’t care, you were finally getting what you wanted. You slipped your lip between your teeth, backing your ass even harder onto his cock, rocking your hips slowly. 

Jungwon held your hips tightly, forcing you to stop moving, “Ahh now that you’re getting what you want after being such a fucking brat you think I’ll just give it to you?” 

You nodded, trying to move again, but he gripped you tighter, not letting you move. 

“You’ll get this dick when I say you can,” he growls, looping his fingers into your shorts and dropping them down to your ankles, “Understand?” 

You nod again, the cool air of the apartment tingling your throbbing heat from the pool of your slick that soaked your panties, sending chills up your back. 

Jungwon squeezed your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and hissing at how your panties pressed against your pussy, your panties being so wet he could see your fuck hole perfectly clear through the white fabric. 

“Does pissing me off turn you on, baby?” he slowly slides your panties down, gently tracing his nails against your skin, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin as he drops your panties with your shorts, “So fucking horny just from pressing my nerves.” 

You gasp when you feel his cold fingers cup your folds, his index and ring fingers slowly spreading your lips, the pad of his middle finger slowly rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Wonnie, please,” you begged, your cunt clenching around nothing, rolling your hips forward in a chance of getting his fingers to move right where you needed them the most, but he held his grip firm. 

“Oh, I am back to being Wonnie?” he cooed, sliding his middle finger down to your hole, tracing the outline of it, teasing you more, “Think it’s kinda too late to be obedient, ain’t it?” 

Your body tensed as his finger continued to tease you, shivering spreading across your body and knees buckling. 

“Please, Wonnie,” you begged again, tears threatening to form. 

“Awe,” he cooed again, “Fixing to cry? Stop being a baby, grow up,” he threw your words back at you, and oh god did it turn you on more, you cunt getting more wet, your slick now sliding down his hand. 

“Fuckkkk,” Jungwon groaned, seeing how your juices pooled into his palm, his free hand unbuttoning his pants, pushing his boxers down with his pants, his hard, red, and angry cock being set free. 

Using his other fingers to scoop your wet from his palm and sent it over to his cock, sliding his hand from his tip and down the shaft, “So fucking wet for me I can use your wet to cover my cock without even so much sliding into you.” 

You backed your ass into him again, once again begging, “Wonnie, do something please.” 

He smirked, sliding his middle finger into your soaking cunt. You moaned out with a smile on your face, finally feeling part of what you were craving. 

Jungwon fingered your pussy in the same motion of him fucking into his fist, small moans and gasping leaving both your lips. Your moans grow louder when he slips another finger inside you, pumping them in and out faster. 

“That's it, baby,” he gasps, “Being a good girl now that you’ve gotten what you wanted, you still don’t deserve this cock though.” 

You whimpered, the craving for his cock inside you growing more and more, “Please Wonnie, need you inside. I’ll be good, I promise.” 

He chuckled, pushing his fingers in faster, “No you won’t.” 

You smirked, lifting your head to look at him, clenching your cunt around his fingers at his fucked out face. His pupils are blown out, his mouth gaped open as his hand pumps himself and his eyes stare back at you. 

You bit your lip, keeping that eye contact with him as you now rocked your hips in sync with his fingers. 

The corners of his mouth curled, “Looking at me like that still won’t get you what you want, you’ll get this cock when I say so.” 

But you plead with him anyways, going back to being a brat, “Oh, come on Wonnie,” you bat your eyes at him, “You know you want to fuck this tight, wet cunt. Want to feel me wrapped around you.” 

He snarled at you, fingers now curling inside you, hitting at all the right spots, “Talking like that won’t get this dick inside you faster, princess.” 

You dropped your head back to the table, unable to keep it lifted as the knot in your stomach tightened, nearing the edge of your orgasm, you clenched tighter to his fingers. 

Jungwon quickly slid his fingers out, denying you the pleasure of the feeling of orgasm. Jungwon was also getting closer to his climax. And if he was going to cum it was going to be in that sopping wet cunt of yours. 

Before you could protest the missing of his fingers, his tip pushed into you, shutting you up real quick. Jungwon loved how fucking wet you were to allow him to slide in with such ease, his hips connecting to the fat of your ass, completely bottomed out. 

Your knees buckled as he slowly pulled out and then quickly pushed back in, fucking you hard against the table. He leaned over, laying on top of you, stretching his arms out above your head, pressing his palms hard against the wood to use as leverage to fuck into you harder, to help push him further into you, wanting to break any barrier that stopped him from actually prodding into your cervix. 

“Fuck, Wonnie,” you moaned, “F-feels so good.” 

“Yeah?” he bites the shell of your ear hard, a yelp gasping your mouth that sends your cunt clenching around him.

He released your ear, one hand coming to your head and turning it to face him more, his lips attaching to your mouth. Tongue pushing past your lips and down your throat, moaning into your mouth and you moaning into his. 

He finally pulled away to get a gasp of air, a string of spit connecting between your tongues before it broke and slapped onto each other's chins. 

You clenched tighter around him at the feeling of his dick twitching, his thrust now becoming sloppy, but never wavering. 

“Fuck, gonna cum soon,” he hisses, his hands now snaking underneath you, hands cupping your clothed tits as he lifts up, bringing you with him, spreading your legs further apart with his knees and fucking into you faster again, wanting to feel you cum around him as he releases inside you. 

With your orgasm fast approaching, you dropped your jaw, letting out loud wet moans.

“Yeah, baby, keep those moans loud, let the neighbors hear how much of a fucking slut you are for me, for my cock.” 

“Wonnieee,”

“Keep screaming my name, baby,” 

You let out another moan, your climax hitting its peak, your body going limp against your boyfriend as he fucked you through the high. 

He squeezed your tits tightly as he reached his own high, his hot white cum painting the walls of your cunt until it was leaking from your hole and slipping down your leg. 

Jungwon kissed your neck, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. 

He pulled out of you, turning you around, picking you up by your thighs, and dropping you onto the table, his fingers gripping your chin and pulling your face closer to his. 

“Want to keep acting like a fucking brat? Want to keep pissing me off?” he whispered in a look of warning, his face clearly showing he was still very mad. 

You smirked at him, “You’re still being a baby over whatever happened at work, dontcha think it’s actually time to get over it?” 

Jungwon clicked his tongue, smiling back at you. He only fucked out half of the anger he felt, still plenty more to rage out. 

He slid his fingers to the hem of your shirt, sliding it off your body and biting his lip at your now naked body as he took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor next to the rest of your clothes. 

He pushed you down aggressively against the table, his cock more red and angry than before, “Guess you still haven’t fucking learned to not fuck with me when I’m pissed.” 

You and him both knew you’d never learn.