[1:54 a.m]

the tiny fan blowing air towards the two of you somehow cannot beat the heat that gathers all around in your shared bedroom. blankets were tossed off of each other’s practically stripped-down-naked bodies in futile attempts to regulate body temperatures, yet your boyfriend thought the best solution was to snuggle closer to your sweaty body.

“please woo, spare me from this scorching prison,” you whine from between his arms.

“don’t be dramatic,” jungwoo mumbles into your shoulder, seemingly unaffected by the heat that is practically causing your room to steam in the hot summer night.

“if this is being dramatic then you’re a broadway actor,” you scoff, releasing yourself from his inferno of a grip to get up and turn the fan onto the highest setting. clambering back over towards the bed and flipping your pillow for the millionth time, you turn over and mumble another ‘goodnight’.

it’s when you feel a hand crawling across your stomach and hot lips pressing themselves once again between your shoulder blades that you give up on your cool-down ministrations and fact reality that you will never have any personal space with jungwooaround.

celeritas - kim jungwoo x gender neutral reader

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⇢   synopsis: celeritas; speed, swiftness. windswept hair and ripped jeans. kim jungwoo, mysterious neighbour and alleged street racer. just what secrets lie within this man? and can you match his speed?

⇢   word count: 7.3k

⇢   trigger warnings: car accident, blood, non-serious injury, swearing, implied sex but no explicit scenes.

⇢   a/n: this is my piece for adrenaline rush, the nct racer au collab! please make sure to check out the other pieces in the collab:)

When your boss moved you to the graveyard shift, you were certain it was nothing short of a curse. The lack of sunlight you witnessed, the subsequent cost of vitamin D supplements, the inherent loneliness of living your whole life while the majority of your city slept.

There were certain benefits, however, once you gave yourself the time to adjust. Laundry, for example. On your days off, you were perfectly free to saunter down to the completely empty laundry room in your apartment building, which was a rare sight. In days long past, you’d had to fight tooth and nail for an opportunity to run a load of laundry, although you had found that the room was mostly empty come 3 in the morning. Key word: mostly.

There was a certain gentleman, who apparently lived in your apartment building, although you hadn’t ever seen him before your late-night laundry escapades. Now, however, he seemed to be a regular fixture in your life. You hadn’t yet figured out whether this was a benefit or drawback. In fact, you were having trouble figuring him out in general.

Soft brown hair, a little overgrown but he wore it well. Warm eyes, dark and shining, the kind you’d expect to see on a puppy. An air of confidence, the sense that he knew exactly who he was and what he was worth. Something about him… you just had to know more. He was a particularly interesting synopsis on the back of a novel, and you wanted to stay up all night reading him, cover to cover. You’d begun sharing smiles with the man, glances across the laundry room. Not that night, though.

That night, his rosy lips were pointed decidedly downwards in a frustrated pout, his eyebrows furrowed in a worried knot. There was something on his mind, that much was clear, and your mind ran wild, creating stories about what might be troubling him. He’d missed his stop on the bus home and ended up in a strange neighbourhood, and he was attempting to comprehend the oddities he’d witnessed. He was an undefeated chess master, and an upcoming champion was threatening his spot on the throne. His pet turtle hadn’t been eating her greens and he just couldn’t figure out why. None of those things, or perhaps all of those things.

“Fuck! For the love of god!”

The man’s cursing startled you from your daydreams, the impact of his shout causing you to drop the shirt you were holding. Even through your alarm, you found yourself thinking that he had a nice voice - even when he was yelling obscenities. You wondered how it would sound when he paid compliments, when he rambled about something he cared about, when poetry tumbled from his lips.

“Hey,” you called to him across the room, with all the bravery you could muster. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, although this clearly wasn’t the case. “I just can’t get this damn stain out.”

“Hm. What’s the stain?”

He lifted the shirt higher so that you could see it. A white t-shirt - well, you assumed it was once white. The condition of the fabric, when he pulled it from the washing machine, was a little less than ideal. A rusty stain covered the expanse of the material, red and brown. The man was far from happy - you could tell this wasn’t his first time battling this particular stain.

“Would you believe me if I said it’s ketchup?” he asked with a wry smirk. You couldn’t help but smile back at him - his sarcastic amusement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but feel that this was a frequent exchange for him. Not so much the laundry situation, but the smirk, making warmth blossom in the heart of a complete stranger.

You nodded. “Got it, no questions asked. Have you tried running a cold cycle? And do you wanna borrow some stain remover?”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he praised you. “Or at the very least, a shirt-saver.” You laughed at this; you wouldn’t have expected him to be so dorky. Or, upon reconsideration, maybe it was obvious. From the way his eyes glinted in the light. You swiftly closed your own machine, setting off the cycle, before gathering your equipment, your clothes-washing tools, and taking them over to the man.

“Here,” you said, taking the shirt from him and squirting the remover onto it. You walked him through the steps, rubbing the substance into the material before tossing it back into the machine and running a cold cycle.

“I’m Jungwoo, by the way. Apartment 127.” He held his hand out, and you shook it. Jungwoo, you thought, running his name through your mind. You wondered how it might taste, through laughter or in the dark.

“[Name]. Apartment 129.”

“No way,” he remarked. “We’re so close together - how haven’t we bumped into each other? Before recently, I mean.” It made you feel strangely special, the way he acknowledged your recent encounters with each other. Though you’d never spoken, he recognised you. He’d noticedyou.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know. Well, actually - I just moved to the night shift.”

“That’ll be it,” he confirmed. “I’m a creature of the night, mainly.”

“Well, I’m gonna go. I have… stuff to do.” His pause intrigued you, but you let it slip. Jungwoo tapped the sign on the wall beside him, reading DO NOT LEAVE LAUNDRY UNATTENDED. “I won’t tell if you won’t. See you around, [Name].” With a wink, and a smile, he was gone.

*

Now that you had a name to the face, a voice to the man, a sliver of personality to the otherwise unknown figure, Jungwoo seemed to occupy your thoughts a lot more in the coming week. Hard as you tried to curb these thoughts - you barely knew the man, after all - but whenever you left your apartment, particularly when it was any later than 11pm, you found yourself looking for him. You scanned the hallways, crossed your fingers when the elevator doors opened, kept an eye on the door of apartment 127. It was all to no avail, however. You didn’t see Jungwoo once in the week following.

You’d almost given up hope entirely, or perhaps you were so weary and exhausted from your shift that even Jungwoo was far from your thoughts, which were solely focused on your warm, comfortable bed that you couldn’t wait to fall into. Birds were chattering away to one another, and you sincerely believed you’d never get used to falling asleep at seven in the morning. As you were scanning your way into the building, passing your key fob over the sensor, you noticed a figure behind you, in your reflection. The person was tall, though their identity was hidden by their hood, and fear flashed through you.

You really hoped this wasn’t one of those horror stories - where a strange man gains entry to an apartment building where he doesn’t belong, only to murder its inhabitants. You glanced backwards before you pulled the door open, only for your fear to lessen and your concern-slash-confusion to raise.

“Jungwoo?” you asked, peering at him. He was clearly trying to hide himself, but you knew it was him. You unrecognised his lips, and hoped that wasn’t creepy, but what deterred you was the swelling around the left side of his jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Hey, [Name]. I’m fine.” He tried to give you a reassuring smile, but winced as the action twinged his swollen features.

“You don’t seem too fine,” you commented, trying to peer at the rest of his face, under his hood.

“I’ve had worse,” he shrugged, wincing again. “Look, can we go inside?”

You frowned, pulling open your apartment door before ushering him inside and pulling down his hood, acting fast and catching him unaware, only to gasp at the state of his face. Along with his swollen jaw was a black eye, and a gash across his forehead that had recently ceased its bleeding, judging by the dark, dried blood around the site of injury

“Oh my god, Jungwoo, what happened?”

“Listen, I said it’s fine-”

“Come on, let me patch you up.” You grasped his arm, marching him towards the elevator, and he got the message that his protesting was worthless and you wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. Once in your apartment, you pulled a chair out from your kitchen table and pushed Jungwoo firmly down onto it, before digging the first aid kit out of your cupboard.

Jungwoo was silent through the whole affair, and you sensed that some of this was surprise. It didn’t seem like he was used to this - being taken charge of, that was. He seemed like the type of guy who took charge of everything and everyone he encountered. Well, you supposed, he had met his match.

He was a good patient, and only flinched once, when you brushed his wounds with an antibacterial wipe. Finished your cleaning and bandaging, you leaned back against your kitchen counter, eyeing the man up. He said nothing, simply looking back at you with an undetectable look on his face. His lips were set in a straight line, though his eyes were soft.

“Do you want a drink?” you asked him eventually, breaking the silence. “I have decaf coffee, tea, hot cocoa-”

“Hot cocoa, please!” Jungwoo interrupted, looking excited all of a sudden, despite his injuries. You nodded, and went to prepare two hot cocoas. Silence fell again, and it was a strangely comfortable silence considering you were near-strangers.

“So,” you spoke after a few moments, “I know I said I wouldn’t ask questions. But I did just fix your face, so I think you kinda owe me a little explanation.”

“Hey, hey. This face? Could neverneed fixing. You can’t fix perfection.”

You gave him a look. “You’re avoiding the subject, Jungwoo.”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I’m a street racer.”

You paused for a few beats, looking at him. Searching his face for any sign of amusement, waiting for a gotcha!

It didn’t come. “A street racer?”

“You don’t believe me?” he asked. He sounded genuine. You were left wondering whether he was, in fact, a street racer… or a pathological liar.

“You don’t look like a street racer,” was all you said, as you handed him his cocoa. He took a sip.

“Then, what do I look like?” he questioned. A model, you thought. Outwardly, however, you simply shrugged, and tried to hide your blush by taking a sip of your drink. “You can come see me in action if you want, baby. I’m racing again tomorrow night, midnight.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Follow a mysterious man, who I’ve found covered in blood on twoseparate occasions? Come on. Even to you, that must sound a little shifty.”

Jungwoo shrugged. “You’re the one who invited me into your home, baby.”

You sighed -  you couldn’t really fight him on that one. You wrapped your hands around your mug tightly. “I don’t know anything about you, Jungwoo. I don’t even know your last name-”

“Kim,” he interrupted. “Kim Jungwoo.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. Well I know your last name, now. But still. How do I know you’re even telling the truth?”

Jungwoo smiled, his lips twisting upwards in the corners in the most endearing way possible. He looked into your eyes. “[Name]. Darling. Why would I lie?”

You give him a cynical look. “Really, Jungwoo? There are some serious creeps out there. Creeps who tell many different lies for many different reasons. And none of them are good reasons.”

“Just trust me, okay? Take a leap of faith.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Most creeps weren’t thispretty. “A leap right into my arms,” he continued, stretching his arms wide as an invitation.

Snorting out a laugh, you delivered a shove to his shoulder. Gently - you didn’t know the extent of his injuries. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Midnight, right?”

“Midnight,” he confirmed. He smiled at you, in a way that you couldn’t help but smile back. “See you then.”

With that, he was gone, leaving you alone in your kitchen once more. Jungwoo always seemed to come and go, much like a tornado, leaving you shell-shocked and windswept in his wake. Street racing, hm? You shook your head to yourself. Just what were you getting yourself into?

*

As you didn’t have a car, you didn’t tend to visit your building’s underground parking lot often. If you did, you were sure you would’ve noticed Jungwoo’s car before. Cars didn’t typically stand out to you - you weren’t a car person. But even you had to admit, there was something impressive about the vehicle.

It sat low to the ground, vintage-looking, stark black with two contrasting white stripes running across the middle. You didn’t know they still made cars like that; maybe they didn’t, you considered. You found yourself wondering how it sounded when the engine ran, how it looked when Jungwoo sped down city streets inside it. You noted the sizable dent on the front bumper, and wondered just how bad his crash had been the previous night. Apparently not big enough to deter him, seeing that he got right back into the game, but perhaps that said more about Jungwoo than the size of the crash.

“What do you think?” Jungwoo asked, his smirk audible in his voice. This thing was clearly his pride and joy.

“I like it,” you admitted honestly. It’s cute, you tacked on, mentally. Though it was an honest compliment, you weren’t sure it would go down well if you voiced it.

You smiled when Jungwoo opened the passenger-side door for you. It was nice learning things about him - he was a gentleman, you noted, someone who believed in chivalry.

“You aren’t gonna speed with me in the car, right?” you asked as he settled into the driver’s seat, only half joking.

He shook his head. “I put myself at risk when I drive. I wouldn’t do the same to you, [Name].” You said nothing, but felt your heart swell.

“It’s just a twenty-minute drive, baby. This kinda stuff has to take place on the outskirts of the city.”

“Hey,” you remarked, your tone surprised, curious, but not hostile. “Why do you keep calling me baby?”

Jungwoo paused for a moment. He didn’t seem to have the answer any more than you did. “I don’t call everyone ‘baby’ y’know. I’m not one of thoseguys,” he noted your sceptical look, “Really.” He trained his gaze back towards the road, eyes pointed forwards. “Something about you… I don’t know, [Name]. I just have to call you baby.”

You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter wildly at that. You pulled your scarf up to hide the blush that flooded your cheeks. You’d spent far longer than you’d like to admit picking out your outfit. You weren’t entirely sure what type of person he was yet, nor the crowd he raced with. Not that you were trying to impress anybody - that wasn’t you, that wasn’t what you did. You just didn’t want to stand out too much.

The weather was warming but the nights were still cool. You’d gone for a light jacket, paired with your favourite scarf. Enough to keep you warm, but not so much that you were completely bundled up.

“This isn’t a big race, by the way,” Jungwoo shared. “I’m sorry I can’t show you something more impressive.”

“That’s okay,” you told him, and it was the truth. You were happy to be invited here regardless. “I’ve never seen street racing before, so I guess I’ll be impressed by anything.”

Jungwoo snickered. “You’re cute.”

The city lights passed by in red and white streaks, and you felt dazzled. Before long, Jungwoo was pulling into a parking lot on the outskirts of the city. It had a strange feel to it; you knew that, by day, this place was probably rather abandoned, seeing activity levels of zero, most days. But now, just after midnight, there was a thrum of energy, small as it were.

Streetlights shone onto the lot, revealing one other car, its door open. One figure stood beside the car, another sitting in the passenger’s seat.

Jungwoo put the car in park, but paused and turned to you before getting out. “Hey, if you wanna go home at any point, just let me know. I’m your ride ‘n stuff, so…”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

“And, by the way, if you get scared, you can always hold your hand.”

You scoffed. “Sure. You wish.”

Jungwoo winked at you, and opened his door to climb out. “Maybe I do wish that,” he murmured before swiftly moving on, not giving you enough time to react. “The door sticks, I’ll come open it for you.”

Jungwoo was flirty. But you didn’t know what he was after. You didn’t know how genuine he was. Sure, he’d invited you out here to watch him race with his friends, but how did you know he wasn’t just doing it to get laid? Were you the first person he’d brought here? The second? The tenth?

You found yourself flustered as you looked up at him, climbing out of the car. You really had to stop overthinking every interaction between you two. You left the car and approached the other, sticking close to Jungwoo’s side.

“Jungwoo,” greeted the standing man with an inclination of his head, a happy grin on his face.

“Hey guys,” Jungwoo grinned at the boys. “This is [Name], like I said.”

“Hi,” you waved politely.

“This is Yukhei and Sicheng,” he indicated to his friends. You found yourself wondering, Are all street racers this beautiful?

Yukhei was tall, an overgrown golden retriever of a man, with kind eyes and tousled hair. His beauty was a warm and welcoming one, and you couldn’t help but feel favourably towards him right away. Sicheng, sitting in the car, had a more elegant, delicate beauty, a slight smile and a curious gaze; something about him intrigued you. You weren’t sure what you’d expected of a group of street racers, but this wasn’t it.

“Let’s get into it,” Jungwoo declared, sounding fired up. His excitement was electric, you felt it in the air.

“Move it, babe,” Yukhei instructed Sicheng, who left the car with a roll of his eyes.

“Look after [Name] for me, Sicheng,” Jungwoo called out before getting back in his car.

“I’m sure [Name] can look after themselves,” Sicheng responded, before turning to you. “You might want to step back for this, though.”

You complied wordlessly, taking a few steps backwards. Jungwoo and Yukhei lined up their respective cars, revving their engines a little more ferocity than necessary. Sicheng stood in front of them, a piece of fabric in his hand that looked like a bandana. He raised it in the air. The tension was thick, anticipation weighing on your shoulders. Sicheng lowered the bandana, and in an instant the cars were gone, leaving behind a cloud of dust which you braced yourself against.

And then… silence. It felt a little anticlimactic, but it made sense when you thought about it; the boys were racing through a concrete jungle, obviously you couldn’t observe the whole course. Sicheng let out a huge breath, a cathartic sigh. You realised that your own adrenaline was running high, and imagined that Sicheng’s must be even higher, since the cars had rushed right past him, impossibly close.

“That’s that,” he commented, smiling at you. He came to stand beside you, and you watched as he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a flask. “Cocoa,” he said, before taking a swig. “Want some?”

You took it happily, enjoying the warmth that the sip instilled deep inside you. The night was a bit colder than you expected.

“So, you’re Yukhei’s-” the word boyfriendwas on the tip of your tongue, but Sicheng interrupted before it could come out.

“No, no. We’re just friends - he’s my best friend. He’s like a brother to me.”

You nodded in understanding. “And you don’t race?”

“Only idiots race,” he said sagely, and you trusted his judgement; if the people he was closest to races, he would surely be an expert.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You accepted the cocoa flask, when he offered it to you again.

“So, how do you know Jungwoo? He was very vague when he said he was bringing someone.”

Your initial response, mentally, was I don’t know him, not really. Although, you waved it away. It didn’t feel true. “He’s my neighbour. We haven’t known each other long.”

“He must like you,” Sicheng remarked offhandedly.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” you denied, skeptical.

“He wouldn’t have brought you here if you weren’t special. This whole thing, the racing, it’s all underground. You can get into a lot of trouble when you’re caught.”

You thought this over. Special. Of course, this was Sicheng’s word, not Jungwoo’s, but you wanted it to be true. It seemed more and more likely, the longer you dwelled on it; and you certainly had spent some time dwelling on it. He must’ve seen somethingin you, to invite you here. Maybe more than just bed-material. Maybe.

Minutes later, the two cars returned to the parking lot, almost side by side.

“I won that, for sure!” Yukhei yelled out of his open window.

“Yeah, for once,” Jungwoo contended. “C’mon, you’re showing me up in front of [Name]. They’re gonna think I’m a bad racer.”

“You’ll get it next time, Jungwoo,” you cheered him on with a smile.

Jungwoo and Yukhei raced a few more times, while you and Sicheng drank hot cocoa and cheered them on. You couldn’t explain why, but you felt more and more enthusiastic each time Jungwoo returned; you really got into the spirit of things. Jungwoo seemed to be the clear victor; he had won four races while Yukhei had only won one.

“Should we call it a night?” Jungwoo asked. “I’m starving.” You had to admit, you were getting pretty hungry too. Upon checking your phone, you realised that a few hours had passed. You were so consumed in the excitement, in keeping score for Jungwoo, that you’d barely realised time was passing.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Yukhei agreed. “We going to Aeja’s?”

Jungwoo turned to you. “Are you up for that, [Name]?”

“Aeja’s?”

“Aeja’s diner,” he elaborated. “The bestapple pie you’ve ever tasted. Are you hungry? I can take you home, if you want.”

Your stomach rumbled, as if answering the question for you, and you chuckled. “I’m famished.”

You found yourself smiling when you got back into the car with Jungwoo. His presence was warm, and it felt good to be sitting next to him again.

“Are you having fun tonight?” Jungwoo asked you as he pulled out of the parking lot, following Yukhei’s car. “Sorry we haven’t really got to hang out yet. It can be kinda boring, watching people race.”

“No, I’m having fun,” you told him honestly. “This is exciting, and Sicheng’s been keeping me company; he seems nice.”

“I hope we can spend some more time together, [Name],” Jungwoo said, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you. “We should hang out again.”

“I’d like that,” you replied honestly.

The tinkle of the bell above the door was a light, welcoming sound when you stepped into the diner. It was a nice place, and though you’d never been there before, it somehow instilled a sense of warm nostalgia within you. Hardwood floors, neon lights, cracked red leather booths. It was like something out of a movie. It was empty, save for a bored-looking waiter behind the counter.

“You guys again? Really?” he drawled, but there was a teasing expression on his face. He had an angular jaw, chocolate-brown hair in a low ponytail, and a nametag reading Yuta.

“Hush. We keep you in business,” shot back Sicheng, as the four of you found your seats in a booth.

“You’re right,” the waiter - Yuta - conceded. “Manager’s talking about shutting this place up at 10 every night.” He came around the counter, joining you at your table.

“Don’t you dare,” threatened Yukhei, sounding deeply devastated at the prospect of new opening hours.

“It’s not up to me, bro,” Yuta raised his hands in surrender, seeming amused.

“Ineedthis place,” Yukhei iterated.

“Yeah, yeah. What do you want?” Yuta pulled a notebook and pencil from the pocket in his apron, ready to take your orders.

Jungwoo, Yukhei and Sicheng all knew what they wanted immediately, being regulars at the diner, so you just followed Jungwoo’s lead and ordered a burger and fries, with a milkshake.

Yukhei folded his arms onto the table, leaning towards you. “So. Did Jungwoo tell you about the big race?”

You looked to Jungwoo in question. “Big race?”

Jungwoo nodded in confirmation. “In a few weeks. That’s what we’re practicing for right now.”

“Million won prize,” Yukhei interjected.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “A million? Where does the money even come from?”

“Gambling, mostly,” Jungwoo explained. “A lot of people bet on the organised races.”

“Your Jungwoo’s the favourite for this upcoming race - three to one.”

You dismissed Yukhei’s remark of your Jungwoo, instead focusing on his claim of Jungwoo’s capability. “Woah, really?” He looked bashful when he met your gaze, and you had to admire the fact that he hadn’t bragged about this to you; you’d met far too many boys who boasted and gloated about their many triumphs, talking themselves up in a completely unnecessary and unlikable way. Jungwoo wasn’t one of these boys, it seemed.

“It’s not like this is a hugerace,” he explained. “I only stand out locally. Plus, I have some pretty strong competition in this guy Jaehyun.”

“This is so crazy,” you expressed. “This whole street racing thing, I mean. It’s all been happening right under my nose and I had no idea. I didn’t even know it existed, really. I kind of thought it was just a movie thing.”

“It’s very real, baby,” Jungwoo assured you. You had to admit, you weren’t at all mad about the pet name he’d assigned to you; your heart fluttered each time the word passed his lips.

Yuta returned with your food, and you all tucked in. The boys hadn’t been exaggerating about the quality of this place - the fries were heavenly, the burger not too greasy.

“You know what they say about street racing, right?” Sicheng asked you, and you looked at him inquisitively. “Street racing started when they made the second car.” You smiled at the charming proverb.

“Drive fast and leave a sexy corpse, that’s my motto,” Yukhei said, around a mouthful of burger. Jungwoo snorted out a laugh, and Sicheng rolled his eyes though he was clearly amused. You caught Jungwoo’s gaze, and your own laughter doubled. There was a certain happiness that erupted within you, whenever you made eye contact with the boy.

You had to admit, this night was the most fun you’d had in a long time. You hadn’t met up with any friends in a while, now that you were a night owl, and you appreciated the way these three boys accepted you into their circle.

*

It was almost instantaneous, the switch in your life from loner to social butterfly. You began spending your nights with Jungwoo, Yukhei, and Sicheng, either racing, hanging in the diner, or otherwise exploring the city. You and Jungwoo had grown close, faster than you would’ve expected. He set off fireworks in your heart, stars erupting whenever you closed your eyes.

“What did you do before I came along?” you asked Sicheng as he poured you a cup of hot cocoa, in the parking lot that had grown incredibly familiar. “This must be so boring on your own.”

“I didn’t come to watch them race often,” Sicheng said. “I come to the big races, and we hang out a lot anyways - it’s not easy to find other people who are pretty much nocturnal. But Jungwoo asked me to come along to keep you company that first night.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. You supposed this was a new routine for more than just you.

“Oh, shit,” Sicheng muttered suddenly, looking past you. You turned to see red flashing lights, a police car cruising by silently.

“That’s bad, right?” you asked Sicheng, your heart spiking with nerves.

“It’s not good,” he confirmed, grimacing.

“What’ll happen if they’re caught?”

“They’ll probably get taken down to the station,” he explained. “After that, who knows.” Sicheng seemed worried, going by the tense look on his face, and his agitation was contagious. A sense of panic began to set in, and you chewed your lip anxiously.

“If they realise cops are patrolling before they’re caught, they should manage to get away okay,” he said, and you nodded in understanding.

After a few minutes, a few tense and painful minutes, a car rolled into a parking lot - Yukhei’s. He drove to you and Sicheng, parking up and climbing out.

“Where’s Jungwoo?” were the first words that passed your lips, urgent and hurried.

“Hiding out, I hope,” Yukhei responded, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking cop car, patrolling. We split when we saw it.”

Your worries weren’t eased in the slightest. “I’ll try texting him.” When you pulled your phone out of your pocket, you realised your hands were shaking.

Are you okay??? you tapped out, as quickly as you could. Moments passed. “He’s not replying,” you exhaled.

“Don’t worry, okay? It could mean he’s on the road, driving back here,” Yukhei said.

“It could also mean he’s been caught,” Sicheng mentioned. You saw Yukhei shoot him a look that said not helping.

Yukhei patted you on the shoulder. “Jungwoo’s survived much closer calls than this, alright? He’s tough. He’ll be fine.”

Though it felt like hours had passed, it had only been eight minutes, and you knew this precisely as you’d been checking your phone for messages the whole time. When the hum of Jungwoo’s engine neared, and he arrived at the parking lot, you audibly gasped. He jumped out of his car, and the sight of him, unscathed, brought relief that was almost overwhelming. You ran to him, hugging him tightly.

“Hey, hey, I’m alright. It’s okay,” Jungwoo reassured you with a surprised laugh, wrapping his arms around you. You pulled away, feeling shy all of a sudden, though Jungwoo kept a hold on you, arm wrapped around your waist.

“You think there was a leak?” Jungwoo asked.

“Maybe,” Yukhei responded with a shrug.

“A leak?” you asked. “What do you mean?”

“The police may have gotten word that there’s a race planned here. They don’t usually patrol this area,” Jungwoo explained, still holding you close.

“That’s what makes it a perfect racing spot,” Yukhei added. “No speed cameras, no police.”

Jungwoo sighed. “Let’s just call it quits for tonight, yeah? I’ll talk to Johnny tomorrow, see what he knows.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Yukhei agreed. “Let me know if you hear anything.”

“C’mon, baby,” Jungwoo said, ushering you to his car.

The ride home was strangely silent. You didn’t think it had ever been this quiet between the two of you, not since your laundry room days. When Jungwoo parked up in the garage, he paused before getting out of the car, turning to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, placing a comforting hand on your knee. “You okay?” You simply nodded, eyes trained on your lap. “Look at me,” he said, and you did. His eyes were wide, genuine concern evident in his expression.

“I was really worried about you tonight,” you explained, and he smiled.

“I know,” he said gently. “That’s not something I’m used to, y’know? There usually isn’t anyone to worry about me like this.” His voice didn’t call for pity. If anything, he sounded amused by your outburst.

“I don’t know what came over me. I was terrified for you, Jungwoo.”

His smile turned into more of a smirk. “Maybe you just care about me, baby.”

“I do. I really do.” Your heart was racing, pounding at an alarming rate. Looking at Jungwoo, this hurricane of a man who had stormed his way into your life, you felt something you couldn’t explain. You wanted to be close to him, to stay close to him forever. When he slowly leaned in, you closed your eyes and waited for his lips to find yours.

They were soft - softer than you would’ve expected. His touch was light as a feather when he cupped your cheek. Your hands went to him automatically, settling on his body as though they were always supposed to be there; your left landing on his shoulder, your right flat on his chest. Jungwoo deepened the kiss without hesitation, sliding his tongue past your lips and using it expertly. A small moan emerged from within you, and Jungwoo pulled away before things got any more intense. You were left panting slightly, adrenaline coursing through you.

“I care about you too, for the record,” Jungwoo stated, and you smiled, shaking your head in amusement.

“Do you want to come to my apartment?” you invited him.

“I’d love to.”

*

You awoke as the sun was setting, golden rays filtering through your curtains. You blinked yourself awake, eyes adjusting to the room. Jungwoo was sitting at the edge of your bed, scrolling through his phone. You smiled to yourself, admiring his frame, the wide expanse of his shoulders. You noticed his eyebrows tied together, frustration etched into his features, and wondered just what he was looking at.

“Morning,” you greeted him sleepily, before amending, “Evening.”

“Hey, baby,” he replied, expression softening into a kind smile once he saw that you were awake. “You sleep well?”

You nodded. “Everything okay?”

Jungwoo laughed, a stressed chuckle, as he ran his hand through his hair. “One of our message boards was infiltrated - everything’s coded, but we can’t take any risks, especially not after last night. We’re gonna have to change the location of the race.”

“Oh no,” you said with a frown, moving to sit beside him. He lifted his arm, and you cuddled into his side, savoring his warmth. You tried hard not to smile to yourself, given Jungwoo’s unfortunate situation. You hadn’t realised just how much you’d craved his touch until you got it, and now you’d gotten a taste, you never wanted to let go.

Jungwoo groaned. “This is gonna throw me off, big-time.”

“But it’ll throw everyone else off, too. That could be a bonus,” you pointed out.

“You’re right,” he agreed, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Plus, I have you now. My good luck charm.”

You smiled into the warm skin of his bare chest. This was a big obstacle, very close to the race. But, even with your very limited knowledge on the subject, Jungwoo seemed like a very competent racer. You knew he’d push through this.

*

The boys hadn’t been exaggerating about the sheer energy these big races brought. There was an electricity in the air, and you felt inexplicably giddy, as though all your hairs were standing on end.

Floodlights shone down on the parking lot - not the one you’d been visiting, unfortunately, but a revised location on the other side of the city. The place was swarming, a whole crowd of people packed into the lot. Around fifty, if you had to estimate. Drinking, laughing, preparing. You didn’t know what you’d expected, in terms of demographics, but you were surprised. People from all walks of life were here; punks with brightly coloured mohawks, men who wouldn’t look out of place as lawyers or accountants, some of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen. It seemed that the art of street racing was seductive to all types of people.

You clutched Jungwoo’s hand as you looked out at everyone, standing beside his trusty car. You knew he was nervous, but he didn’t show it. He smiled down at you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“You’re gonna do amazing,” you reassured him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I know,” he said, hints of a smirk on his lips. He looked past you suddenly, scowling. “Who let you in here?”

You turned to see a man approaching, a smug look plastered on his face. He was tall, as tall as Jungwoo, and handsome. Though his charm was different to Jungwoo’s; where Jungwoo was pretty, puppy-dog eyes and a bright smile, Jaehyun was angular, cocky grin and dark eyes.

“Could ask the same about you,” he shot back. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”

Jungwoo sighed, shaking his head with a smile. “Don’t try to trash talk me, Jaehyun. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not gonna be the one who’s embarrassed, Kim,” Jaehyun denied. “See you out there.”

“You won’t see me, man,” Jungwoo called out to him as he walked away. “You’ll be left behind in my dust.” Jaehyun failed to reply, only shooting Jungwoo the middle finger behind his back. Jungwoo snorted in laughter.

“So, that’s Jaehyun?” you asked. You’d heard about him, from Jungwoo and the others. He was one of the only racers who was on Jungwoo’s level, his biggest competitor. He’d won the last race, and Jungwoo was determined to take back the crown.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Jungwoo nodded. “Nasty piece of work, right?”

“Yeah, awful,” you agreed with a laugh - it wasn’t serious. The two of them were rivals, that much was evident, but you sensed a great deal of respect between them, without a doubt. They challenged each other, pushed each other to be better, and it seemed that they appreciated each other for that.

An air horn sounded suddenly, and you grasped Jungwoo’s hand a little tighter in surprise. He grinned at you, and you laughed as your cheeks heated. You were just so excited, so worked up, that it made you jumpy. “That’s the signal, babe,” Jungwoo explained. “Kiss for good luck?” You complied, giving him one last lingering kiss.

You reconvened with Sicheng, watching as Jungwoo and Yukhei got in their cars and drove towards the starting line. There were six cars, in total, with Jungwoo, Yukhei, and Jaehyun accounting for three of them. Yukhei’s nimble red car stood out among the bunch; Jaehyun’s was a deep blue, bigger than Yukhei or Jungwoo’s; however Jungwoo’s was certainly the most impressive of the bunch, with her stark white stripes. You could have been biased, though.

Your heart was pounding. With nerves, with excitement, possibly even a bit of fear. This was racing - realracing. You knew how dangerous it could get. After all, you’d fixed up Jungwoo’s injuries yourself. And, really, he was lucky to get away that lightly.

The parking lot was near silent as the cars lined up. You and Sicheng stood, a few metres away from the line of cars. You looked at Jungwoo, through his windshield. There was a look on his face, determined and excited, that made your heart flutter.

You’d never felt a silence so heavy, never heard a silence so loud. It was as though every single person was holding their breath. The tension sunk its sharp, jagged teeth into your skin, and you dug your nails into your palm.

“On your marks,” boomed a voice, amplified by a megaphone.

“Get set.” Engines revved.

“Go!”

Almost the instant the word had been uttered, the cars had sped off, leaving no trace behind. The crowd erupted, whooping and cheering. Sicheng pulled you into a hug, and you laughed as you held him close. There was a certain high that came from this, an adrenaline rush. You could barely even imagine how Jungwoo must be feeling, flying down the streets at lightning speed.

“You look nervous,” Sicheng commented, the corner of his mouth lifting. You gave him a small smile in response. “Jungwoo knows what he’s doing,” he reassured you, and you nodded. This felt so reminiscent of the times you’d spent with Sicheng, waiting for Jungwoo and Yukhei to finish racing, drinking hot cocoa and laughing together. Though it also felt wildly different. There was something riding on this race; Jungwoo’s pride and a lot of money. Your heart was pounding. A month ago you’d never spared a thought for street racing, and now? You’d give anythingfor one man to win this race.

The race was a little longer than what Jungwoo and Yukhei had been practicing - or maybe it only felt that way because you were sitting on the edge of your metaphorical seat. You could hear them, in the distance. An unmistakable low rumbling, thrumming through the asphalt. It grew louder, the cars drew nearer. You reached for Sicheng’s hand, clutching it tightly as butterflies raged in your stomach. You stepped forwards, peering down the street. You saw the headlights in the distance, as they turned onto the stretch of road. Sicheng gripped your shoulder, pulling you back gently from harm’s way, and you chuckled, a little embarrassed at your anxious enthusiasm.

You didn’t think you’d ever seen cars move that fast - in fact, you didn’t think you’d ever seen anythingmove that fast. You barely had time to blink, as Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s vehicles, a blur of black and navy, raced ahead of the others, appearing in front of you within an instant.

A screech, a deafening crashing sound, and a hoard of gasps met your ears all at once. If it weren’t for Sicheng’s grasp on your hand, you would’ve ran directly into the line of oncoming cars. “Jungwoo!” you heard yourself cry out, and although it was your voice, it sounded distant, far away.

“Hey, hey, [Name],” Sicheng said, pulling you closer to him. “He’s okay, Jungwoo’s okay.” His words were meant to soothe you, but his voice was still tinged with worry. You blinked, looking out at the scene in front of you.

The other cars whizzed by, driving past the wreck that Jaehyun’s car had become. Jungwoo had been the clear winner, as Jaehyun’s car had skidded off-course just a short distance from the finish line. The bumper had been dented, the metal crumpling as though it were paper. You watched as Jaehyun stumbled out of the driver’s side, mostly unscathed. A group of people ran to him, now that the cars had stopped flying by, carrying first aid kits, but you paid them no attention. You shrugged free of Sicheng’s grasp, running to where Jungwoo had stopped.

You caught sight of his car, dented along one side, and tears sprang to your eyes. Jungwoo climbed out when he saw you coming, and you held him at arm’s length, looking over him frantically. “Are you okay?” you asked, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

“Baby, baby, I’m fine,” Jungwoo breathed, pulling you into a hug.

“Jaehyun,” you uttered. “He-”

Jungwoo pulled back, kissing your forehead. “He’s okay,” he assured you. You followed his gaze to Jaehyun, whose forehead was being wiped by a makeshift medic. He gave the two of you a thumbs up, and Jungwoo waved back.

“You won,” you stated, looking back to Jungwoo.

“Yeah,” Jungwoo laughed. “I guess I did.”

“You don’t sound very happy,” you pointed out, caressing his cheek lightly.

“It doesn’t feel right - I feel like I’ve won unlawfully, y’know? I only won cause Jaehyun crashed-”

“Maybe, but you don’t know that for sure,” you told him. “You won, and that’s that.” Jungwoo sighed, and you kissed him.

An air horn sounded, and you jumped yet again. Jungwoo laughed. “That’s for me, babe.”

“And the winner is Kim Jungwoo,” called out the voice, crackly through the megaphone. Jungwoo raised his hands in victory, as a scatter of applause rang out for him.

“A million won, huh?” you said. “What you gonna spend it on?”

“Fixing up my car, probably,” he sighed, looking back at the dent in his vehicle. “And I might take my baby on vacation.”

You giggled, kissing him once more. This street racing thing was slightly terrifying, you had found. But it had its plus sides too.

celeritas - kim jungwoo x gender neutral reader(teaser)

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⇢   synopsis: celeritas; speed, swiftness. windswept hair and ripped jeans. kim jungwoo, mysterious neighbour and alleged street racer. just what secrets lie within this man? and can you match his speed?

⇢   release date: some time in april, exact date tbc

⇢   expected word count: 4k-8k

⇢   teaser word count: 0.9k

⇢   trigger warnings for full fic: car accident, blood, non-serious injury, swearing.

⇢   trigger warnings for teaser: blood, non-serious injury

⇢   a/n: this is my piece for the racer au collab, originally hosted by the lovely anie

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“Jungwoo?” you asked, peering at him. He was clearly trying to hide himself, but you knew it was him. You unrecognised his lips, and hoped that wasn’t creepy, but what deterred you was the swelling around the left side of his jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Hey, Y/N. I’m fine.” He tried to give you a reassuring smile, but winced as the action twinged his swollen features. 

“You don’t seem too fine,” you commented, trying to peer at the rest of his face, under his hood. 

“I’ve had worse,” he shrugged, wincing again. “Look, can we go inside?”

You frowned, pulling open your apartment door before ushering him inside and pulling down his hood, acting fast and catching him unaware, only to gasp at the state of his face. Along with his swollen jaw was a black eye, and a gash across his forehead that had recently ceased its bleeding, judging by the dark, dried blood around the site of injury 

“Oh my god, Jungwoo, what happened?”

“Listen, I said it’s fine-”

“Come on, let me patch you up.” You grasped his arm, marching him towards the elevator, and he got the message that his protesting was worthless and you wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. Once in your apartment, you pulled a chair out from your kitchen table and pushed Jungwoo firmly down onto it, before digging the first aid kit out of your cupboard. 

Jungwoo was silent through the whole affair, and you sensed that some of this was surprise. It didn’t seem like he was used to this - being taken charge of, that was. He seemed like the type of guy who took charge of everything and everyone he encountered. Well, you supposed, he had met his match.

He was a good patient, and only flinched once, when you brushed his wounds with an antibacterial wipe. Finished your cleaning and bandaging, you leaned back against your kitchen counter, eyeing the man up. He said nothing, simply looking back at you with an undetectable look on his face. His lips were set in a straight line, though his eyes were soft.

“Do you want a drink?” you asked him eventually, breaking the silence. “I have decaf coffee, tea, hot cocoa-”

“Hot cocoa, please!” Jungwoo interrupted, looking excited all of a sudden, despite his injuries. You nodded, and went to prepare two hot cocoas. Silence fell again, and it was a strangely comfortable silence considering you were near-strangers.

“So,” you spoke after a few moments, “I know I said I wouldn’t ask questions. But I did just fix your face, so I think you kinda owe me a little explanation.”

“Hey, hey. This face? Could never need fixing. You can’t fix perfection.”

You gave him a look. “You’re avoiding the subject, Jungwoo.”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I’m a street racer.”

You paused for a few beats, looking at him. Searching his face for any sign of amusement, waiting for a gotcha! 

It didn’t come. “A street racer?”

“You don’t believe me?” he asked. He sounded genuine enough. You were left wondering whether he was, in fact, a street racer… or a pathological liar.

“You don’t look like a street racer,” was all you said, as you handed him his cocoa. He took a sip.

“Then, what do I look like?” he questioned. A model, you thought. Outwardly, however, you simply shrugged, and tried to hide your blush by taking a sip of your drink, which was far too hot. “You can come see me in action if you want, baby. I’m racing again tomorrow night, midnight.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Follow a mysterious man, who I’ve found covered in blood on two separate occasions? Come on. Even to you, that must sound a little shifty.”

Jungwoo shrugged. “You’re the one who invited me into your home, babe.“

You sighed -  you couldn’t really fight him on that one. You wrapped your hands around your mug tightly. “I don’t know anything about you, Jungwoo. I don’t even know your last name-”

“Kim,” he interrupted. “Kim Jungwoo.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. Well I know your last name, now. But still. How do I know you’re even telling the truth?”

Jungwoo smiled, his lips twisting upwards in the corners in the most endearing way possible. He looked into your eyes. “Y/N. Darling. Why would I lie?”

You give him a cynical look. “Really, Jungwoo? There are some serious creeps out there. Creeps who tell many different lies for many different reasons. And none of them are good reasons.”

“Just trust me, okay? Take a leap of faith.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Most creeps weren’t this pretty. “A leap right into my arms,” he continued, stretching his arms wide as an invitation.

Snorting out a laugh, you delivered a shove to his shoulder. Gently - you didn’t know the extent of his injuries. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Midnight, right?”

“Midnight,” he confirmed. He smiled at you, in a way that you couldn’t help but smile back. “See you then.” 

With that, he was gone, leaving you alone in your kitchen once more. Jungwoo always seemed to come and go, much like a tornado, leaving you shell-shocked and windswept in his wake. Street racing, hm? You shook your head to yourself. Just what were you getting yourself into?

It’s now completely dark outside, the sun has gone down a long time ago. Your apartment is silent, safe for the quiet rumble of the TV and the distant sound of cars driving a couple floors below you.

The sound calms you, it’s one of the few things accompanying you every night as you wait for Jungwoo to come home.

You’re lying down on the couch, the only light in the room being the TV. You’re not paying attention to it, though, much more focused on your phone. Your last message to Jungwoo has been left on read, confirmed by the two check marks staring back at you from the screen.

You sigh, putting the phone away and looking up at the ceiling.

‘Maybe he just got caught up at work,’ you think to yourself, trying to shake away the growing worry in the back of your mind.

-

After another hour or so of waiting, you finally hear the keys jingling in the hallway, followed by the sound of the door shutting quietly.

You mute the TV, listening closely. Soft pads of feet echo down the dim hallway along with heavy breathing.

“Hi, I’m home.” Jungwoo’s tired face pops up from around the corner, giving you a small smile.

“Hey, what happened? You sound like you’ve just run a marathon,” you ask. He stops, hunched over with his hands on his knees, still trying to catch his breath.

“I mean, I kind of did. I literally ran to catch my bus, but I didn’t make it, so I had to walk. And then the elevator was stuck, so I had to take the stairs. And oh, of course, my phone managed to die in the midst of all of this, so I couldn’t even let you know what was happening,” he says, taking another huff of air before continuing. “I’m going to take a shower and change, wait here.”

“I’m not sure if I can do that, I was pretty busy before you came home, you see,” you gesture towards the muted TV, grinning as he frowns at your teasing. “I’m kidding, I’ll be waiting for you right here,” you say, giving him a warm smile, which he returns before disappearing again.

-

‘He really likes taking his time today it seems,’ you think to yourself, looking at the time on your phone. It’s been about half an hour, and he’s still not back. 

Just as you were about to get up and ask him if he’s okay, footsteps were nearing you once more. You smile. The sound that you’ve grown to adore so much.

Into the living room comes Jungwoo, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and grey sweatpants, still a bit wet from the shower.

You open your arms in a silent invitation, which he gladly accepts.

With a small smile, he slowly shuffles over to you and lies down between your legs, resting his head on your chest as you wrap your arms around him. A sigh of content leaves his lips as he closes his eyes. You pet his back with one hand, the other running through his soft hair.

“You have no idea how much I was looking forward to this,” you hear him mutter into your hoodie, nuzzling his face further into the soft material. His arms move to your torso, wrapping around it the best they can in the position the two of you were in. You shift your head forward to kiss the top of his head, to which he hums softly.

“Well, did I meet your expectations?” You question, tightening your hold on him.

You didn’t need an answer. The look of utmost comfort on your boyfriend’s face was enough for you to know how he felt. 

Either way, it still warmed your heart when you felt his chest rumble after a short pause, voice coming out in a sleepy whisper.

“Absolutely.”

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(A/N: I absolutely despise this fic but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months and it needs to get out like immediately so I can move on lmao)

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Y/n and Jungwoo were supposed to talk about their feelings for one another once things settled from the holiday season. But it took longer then either of them planned. Finally the two of them are getting some time alone to talk about how they feel about one another. 

Part of the long term couple series

“Soon,” Jungwoo lets out a breathy laugh. “Right now, let’s wrap these presents and then when we have a day that’s just the two of us, we’ll talk.”

As you sat in your car outside the airport you let those words repeat over and over in your head. Jungwoo had said that the two of you would talk soon. You figured that meant the next day. Oh, how wrong you were. Things had gotten busy for the two of you, family holidays, you are being busy at the bakery, Jungwoo having to travel for work. All of it got in the way of you and him sitting down and talking about how you had feelings for one another.

Which is how you found yourself sitting in your car outside the airport. When Jungwoo had called you and asked if you would pick him up you jumped on the opportunity. You were done waiting, done with not talking, and done with sitting in limbo with Jungwoo. Watching as people filed out of the airport you spotted a few of Jungwoo’s members but not him. Leaning forward until your face was almost pushed against the windshield you spot Jungwoo in the back.

He looks around the parking lot. His face lights up the moment he sees your car and gives you a wave as he calls out to someone pointing to your car. Jogging over to your car you step out of the car, opening your arms wide, and prepare for the impact of Jungwoo. When his body collides with yours you take a step back your body making contact with your car. Jungwoo buries his face in your neck, and you feel the slight brush of his lips against your neck, causing you to shiver.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he breathes. His arms tighten just a little around you.

“I think I’ve got an idea,” you whisper as your arms tighten around him as well. The two of you just stand there for a moment enjoying being back in one another’s presence.

Pulling back slightly from you Jungwoo cups your face and smiles softly down at you. His hair has grown out and is red now. You like the new look and not thinking about it you reach up to push his bangs to the side revealing his forehead.  Jungwoo closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of your fingers running through his hair. He lets out a satisfied hum, causing a breathy laugh to escape from your mouth. Opening his eyes Jungwoo glances down at you.

“What?” he asked unaware of how adorable he looked and sounded.

“Nothing you’re just being cute, and I like it,” you tell him. “Come on let’s go home.”

Moving back so you can get into the car Jungwoo swipes your keys from you while stating that he’ll drive. Normally you would protest and remind him that it’s your car and not his. But you let it go this time. You rather be back at your place with him then standing in a car garage debating who should be driving your car. Sliding into the passenger seat you buckle your seatbelt then watch as Jungwoo starts the car and pulls out onto the streets of Seoul.

“How did performing and the interview go?” You ask as Jungwoo takes one hand of the wheel in search of your hand. When he finds it he pulls your hand over onto his lap and continues to keep your hands together.

“It went good but I’m glad to be back. I missed seeing you.” Jungwoo admits.

“I missed you too. Although we have been so busy at the bakery, I doubt we would have gotten to see much of each other. Things will start to slow down now that the holiday season is over. I’m looking forward to not having to decorate another Christmas tree cookie.”

Jungwoo gives your hand a squeeze before letting it go so, he can park your car in a spot outside of your apartment complex. Getting out of the car the two of you don’t say anything as you take Jungwoo’s luggage out of your car and head up to your place. It’s like there has been an unspoken agreement between the two of you. That it has just been decided that Jungwoo will be staying at your place. Leaving Jungwoo’s luggage at the door the two of you make your way out onto your balcony. Jungwoo grabs a bottle of wine and glasses for the two of you and you settle in for the evening.

Pouring wine into the glasses Jungwoo hands one over to you, when he settles down next to you, you lean into him and take a sip of the wine. The two of you sit watching as the darkness starts to set over the city. The cold of winter was finally letting go but you knew that soon the two of you would have to move back inside. You were already starting to feel cold as you snuggled in closer to Jungwoo. You were hoping that he would be the one to start the conversation but as the two of you continued to sit in silence you realized that you were going to have to be the one to start the conversation.

“I think that we are as alone and as settled as we are going to get. Now is probably a good time to have that conversation before we both get busy again,” Quirking an eyebrow at you, you smile up at Jungwoo with no regrets, being subtle was never your strong suit.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would. I thought as soon as we were in the car you would want to talk.” Rolling your eyes you sit up, turning your body to face his. Jungwoo mirrors your position and takes a deep breath.

“Okay, we both know that we have feelings for one another and that we are are…” Jungwoo starts to trail off and a blush start to spread across his face, he’s nervous and you find it adorable.

“Are physically attracted to one another.” You finish for him.

“Yeah, but Y/n you’ve only been out of a serious relationship for a little while. I don’t’ want you to feel like I’m pushing you to get into a relationship with me. I want to give you the space and time that you need to heal.”

Your heart swells at the words Jungwoo are saying to you. You must have done something in a past life to deserve someone as kind and caring as Jungwoo. Because you don’t know a lot of men who would wait months for you to heal and stay by your side while you took the time you needed to heal. But Jungwoo had done that for you. He never pushed you and let you set the pace for your relationship. The only push he made was when he came to the bakery to visit you and told you that he wanted to be friends with you. Even though he was kind and patient with you.

Setting your glass down you grab both of Jungwoo’s hands in yours and scoot in closer to him before speaking, “Thank you for giving me the space and time I needed to heal but I don’t need anymore time. I like you Jungwoo and I want to be with you.”

“Really?” and you almost laugh at his questions because how could you want to be with anyone else?

“Really,” you tell him, “Now are you going to kiss me or still make me wait for it.”

Jungwoo laughs at that before pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around your waist.  Bending your head back to look up at Jungwoo his eyes are dark with want and before you have a chance to think about anything else his lips are on yours. His soft lips press against your gentle at first and then more demanding. Your hands fist his shirt pulling him closer to you. You let out a soft sigh causing Jungwoo to groan low in his throat. Circling his arms tighter around you Jungwoo leans into you lay down on the bench the two of you share. He doesn’t break the kiss until your settled back on the bench. When he pulls away the two of you are breathing heavy and he’s watching you closely for any sign that you aren’t happy.

“Are you good?” Jungwoo whispers.

Smiling up at him you pull his head back down towards yours and say, “Never better,” before connecting your lips with his again.

Y/n is enjoying wrapping presents and when Jungwoo messages to see if he can bring his gifts over as well Y/n is more then happy to help. What is supposed to be just friends getting together to wrap gifts though soon turns into something else. 

Part of the long term couples series. Can be read as a stand alone.

           Christmas music was playing softly in the background, your Christmas tree’s lights were on, along with the million other lights you had strung up throughout your apartment, and a cup of hot chocolate was sitting next to you as you hummed to yourself while wrapping presents. You had about 10 rolls of wrapping paper out. Christmas bags and tissue paper were scattered all over your floor, along with an assortment of ribbons and bows. You personally were having a great time and was a little upset that you were running out of presents to wrap.

           While you were finishing up another present your phone pinged and glancing over you saw that it was a message from Jungwoo. Your heart started to beat a little faster at seeing it was a message from him. Things between the two of you had started to change ever since you moved into your new place. In those three months that you had been living in your new place you noticed that Jungwoo would often be at your place. Not that he didn’t visit you at your old place but now that you were living alone, he seemed to stop by more.

           You had also noticed that the two of you were starting to get more comfortable with one another. It wasn’t uncommon for Jungwoo to put his arm around you but now you found yourself seeking out his touch more. There were times that when he was sitting on the couch that instead of taking the space next to him you would curl up in his lap. And let’s not forget the numerous times that you were certain Jungwoo was going to kiss you. Just thinking about those times made you blush. Pushing those thoughts aside you grab your phone to see what he was messaging you about.

Jungwoo: If I bring you food will you help me wrap everyone’s gifts?

Y/n: You don’t even have to bring food. I love wrapping gifts!

Jungwoo: Got it just bring food for me.

Y/n: Noooooo I was joking I want food!!

Jungwoo: Alright I’ll get you food as well. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes

You sat your phone back down and did a little happy dance in your chair at the opportunity to wrap more presents and having food brought to you. There were many things that you were good at but sadly cooking was not one of them. How you worked in the bakery always amazed you, but it helped that the only thing you were in charge of was decorating, packing them up, and collecting the money. If you had to actually bake Taeil’s girlfriend would have either fired you or gone out of business by now.

Going back to the presents in front of you, you refocused on wrapping and let your thoughts wondered back to Jungwoo and the most recent time that you thought he was going to kiss you. The two of you had been watching a movie together and had fallen asleep. When you had woken up Jungwoo was on his back, and you were sprawled across him your head resting under his chin. When you had lifted your head Jungwoo had woken up and the two of you had locked eyes. Neither one of you moved and Jungwoo had started to lift his head towards yours and just as your eyes were starting to close you felt your body going sideways and Jungwoo was no longer under you.

When you had opened them, you were now lying on the couch and Jungwoo was sitting on the edge looking down at you with a look on his face that you had never seen before. You weren’t sure what to do but Jungwoo seemed to. He had given you a soft smile, told you to go to bed and pulled you up and out of the couch. Before he left, he gave you a hug and a kiss to the top of your head. That was the closest you figured you were ever going to get to kissing him. And it made you frown as you taped down one side of the present in front of you.

“Y/n,” Jungwoo called causing you to jump. You hadn’t even heard him opening the door. “Do you wan to eat at the table or in the living room.

Jungwoo soon came into your line of sight with two bags containing food hanging from his hands. His eyes scanned the table and floor taking it all in before he stated, “Couch it is then.” And disappeared into your living room. You finished wrapping your one present and then followed after him. Jungwoo had everything out on the coffee table by the time you joined him.

“What did you get?” You ask as you take a seat next to Jungwoo.

“Some Japchae,” Jungwoo replies as he hands you your chopsticks. The two of you start to eat and talk about how your days have been going. Yours was more relaxing then his since you didn’t have to work, and he did. But Jungwoo was in a good mood even with having to work. Once the two of you finished eating you headed back to the table to work on wrapping Jungwoo’s gifts. Jungwoo came in with bags full of gifts and dropped them on the table.

“Alright how do we do this?” Jungwoo questions.

“What do you mean? Like how many are you wrapping and how many am I wrapping?”

“No like how are we wrapping them.” You stared at Jungwoo and then it dawned on you.

“Jungwoo have you ever wrapped a present before?” Jungwoo looks to the side then back at you with a sheepish look on his face.

“Someone has always done it for me.” He admits.

“Come here. I’ll show you how to wrap a present.” You wave your hand in a come here motion and Jungwoo steps up next to you.

“Okay let’s start with an easy gift,” you pull out a gift that is in a box, “First pick out what wrapping paper you want to use and then unroll some of it.”

Jungwoo does as he says and grabs some wrapping paper and rolls some of it out onto the table. You set the box down on the wrapping paper and walk him through how to measure how much paper you’ll need to cover the whole gift. Where to tape it and then the fun part picking out the ribbons and bows to put on the gift to make it extra pretty. Jungwoo listens to everything you say following your instructions exactly.

“How do I make the ribbon curl?” Jungwoo looks to you as he holds the scissors and ribbon.

“Like this,” you step behind him, leaning over you place your hands over his and show him how to run the ribbon over the scissors to make it curl. When you turn to look at Jungwoo, he is already looking at you and freeze. Jungwoo is looking at you so intensely it makes you want to run away but you hold your ground and look right back at him.

“Y/n what would you say if I told you that I wanted to kiss you?” Jungwoo asks. You slowly blink and wonder if you heard him correctly. Did Jungwoo just tell you that he basically wants to kiss you.

“I would say that I want to kiss you too.” Jungwoo smiles at that and leans into you. You hold your breath waiting for his lips to touch yours, but they don’t. Instead, his forehead rest on yours.

“I want to kiss you and I’m thrilled that you want me to kiss you,” Jungwoo starts off, “but I’m not going to kiss you right now.”

You start to pull away, but Jungwoo places his hand at the back of your head and holds you gently in place and you don’t try to pull away from him. You look into his eyes and wonder what he is thinking.

“Y/n I think that we need to talk about somethings before we take this any farther. I want to do this right and know what we both want and were we stand with everything. So, I’m not going to kiss you right now but once we talk, I promise you the first thing I’m going to do is kiss you.”

“Let’s talk right now then and then get to the good stuff,” you urge him. You love that Jungwoo wants to do this right and that he is being kind and gentle with you. It’s something that you need especially after your last relationship but in this moment all you can think about are his lips touching yours.

“Soon, Jungwoo let’s out a breathy laugh. “Right now, let’s wrap these presents and then when we have a day that’s just the two of us, we’ll talk.”

“Okay as long as it’s soon,” you agree. Jungwoo gives your neck a squeeze and you know that you’ll talk soon.

“Let’s finish these presents.” Jungwoo says as he let’s you go. You straighten back up and move to sit beside Jungwoo. You watch as he goes about measuring the paper for the next present and smile to yourself. Maybe your Christmas gift from Jungwoo would be himself you were hoping so because right now he is the only thing that you want for Christmas.  

After a bad break up you are finally moving into your new place. As you’re moving into your new place you are reflecting on the past month and mostly on how your friendship with Jungwoo has grown and started to change.

Part of the long term couple series. 

             Looking at all the boxes that filled your new apartment a giant smile spread across your face. You were finally free! Never again would you have to worry about walking into your place and seeing your ex and his new girlfriend sitting on the couch making out. You wouldn’t have to sneak out of your room and cautiously make your way towards the bathroom and pray that she wasn’t in there. And best of all you no longer had to keep all your anger in and pretend to be nice. That had to be the worst part of living the last month with your ex. Acting like it didn’t hurt to have his new relationship flaunted in front of you and that it didn’t make your heart ache at times.

           The only thing that had made the last month even slightly bearable was your new friendship with Jungwoo. You weren’t sure at first if you and Jungwoo were going to work as friends. For starters Jungwoo was a lot touchier than you and he liked to communicate, a lot. When you had called him a day later after seeing him at the bakery, he instantly started in on you and how it had taken you to long to reach out to him. Then when you two had hung out in person he was always touching you in someway be it his foot touching your, his arm around your shoulders, he had somehow managed to make sure there was some form of contact between the two of you.

           This had been nice when the two of you were at your shared apartment. When your ex had come in with his girlfriend you had instantly stiffened and Jungwoo had noticed it right away. The arm the was resting casually around your shoulders wrapped tighter around you and pulled you in closer to him. When you looked up at him Jungwoo’s kind eyes were looking down at you.

           “Don’t give him that power,” he whispered, you nodded your head in agreement and gave him a hesitant smile. “Remember he’s not worth your tears.”

           After that things had started to get easier between you and Jungwoo and he had become an important part of your life. Jungwoo was the person that you texted when you were having a bad day or found a funny meme. He was the one who had come with you to all of your showings and helped you decide on the place you were currently standing in. He was also the person who had helped you move and was staying to help you unpack.

           “I think we gained more boxes somehow. Because I do not remember carrying this many boxes out of your old place,” Jungwoo huffed as he dropped the last of your boxes onto the floor without a care in the world. You would have yelled at him if the box wasn’t clearly labeled clothes.

           “I don’t know what to tell you. The number of boxes has not changed. Maybe you’re just getting weak.” You tease Jungwoo as you start to open boxes.

           “No, that is definitely not it,” Jungwoo shook his head as he made his way towards you and peered into the box you had open. Jungwoo didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your middle and rest his chin on your shoulder. Like you had said Jungwoo was someone who liked contact.

           “Can we please eat first before we continue to unpack. Everyone else got to eat but you and me!” Jungwoo wasn’t wrong when he had brought over his friends to help you unpack you had ordered food for everyone as a thank you, but you hadn’t had a chance to eat. You were to focused on getting everything out of your apartment and Jungwoo had helped you with that. While everyone else waited for you at your new place to unload and carry everything up. Giving them all time to eat. At the mention of food your stomach gave a loud grumbled.

           “Let’s get food.” You laugh as Jungwoo giggles beside you. Before he lets you go, he gives your neck a quick peck and moves away from you to grab his phone. You stare after him as he goes. Jungwoo has never kissed you before and you’re not sure what to make of it.

           “Where do you want to order from?” Jungwoo calls as he scrolls through his phone unfazed but what he just did.

           “Um,” you start causing Jungwoo to look up at you and you feel a blush creep across your face.

           “Why are you blushing?” The question is innocent but there is no way that you are telling Jungwoo that his lips are the reason for your blush.

           “Am I?” You play dumb, “It must just be from all the work we have done. Just ignore it. Order from wherever you’d like you know my order.”

           You go back to the box you were unpacking and listen to Jungwoo as he places your order. He then rejoins you in the living room. Glancing over at him you take in all that his Jungwoo. When you had first met him, you had found him cute but were too heartbroken to really take him in. Then as your friendship started to grow you guess you never really focused on anything but that and mending your broken heart and ego. Now though, as you looked over at Jungwoo you were suddenly very aware of him. And not just in his looks which were suddenly very noticeable to you. Had Jungwoo’s lips always been so soft and plump looking and why did he suddenly seem taller and to move with a gracefulness you hadn’t noticed before.

           “Y/n are you feeling, okay? You’re staring and you look a little flushed?” Jungwoo breaks you out of your trance and your eyes fly to his that are watching you with concern.

           “All good. I think I’m just more tired than I realized, and it’s suddenly hit me,” you tell him.

           “Let’s take a break than. It’s not like you have to get everything unpacked today and I don’t have anything going on tomorrow I can help you then as well.” Jungwoo grabs your hand and pulls you towards the couch. Of course, your tv was set up. The guys had claimed that was something that had to be taken care of right away. Although why it took almost five them to get it set up, you’ll never know.

           Jungwoo pulls you into his side and turns on the tv. He soon finds a mindless show for the two of you to watch. Knowing that right now you are not going to be able to focus on anything new and you like how he knows that without you having to even say it. Halfway through your show your food arrives and it’s exactly what you like. Jungwoo hands you your food with a smile before he returns his attention to the tv.

           “Jungwoo,” you call. He gives you a distracted hm and continues to eat and watch the show.

           “Thank you for all of this.” You tell him as you scoot a little closer to him. Jungwoo looks over at you and studies you for a moment.

           “Why do I feel like you aren’t just thanking me for the food?”

           “Because I’m not.” You admit. “I’m thanking you for everything. For letting me cry at your place the first time we met. For coming to the bakery to check on me and for everything after it. I don’t know what I would have done this past month without you, and I just wanted you to know that I’m thankful for it all.”

           Jungwoo’s face softens at that. He sets down his food and takes yours out of your hands so he can pull you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him and breathe in the scent that is Jungwoo. You don’t know how you had gone on so long without knowing him but you’re glad that you know him now.

           “You don’t have to thank me for being there for you. I’ll always be here for you.” Jungwoo says it with such seriousness that you don’t question it or make a joke. Instead, you just squeeze him a little tighter before pulling away and return to your food and the tv. Jungwoo does the same and for the first time in your friendship you’re the one to initiate contact. You slide closer so you and Jungwoo are touching from hip down. Jungwoo doesn’t say anything, but he does tangle his one leg with yours and you notice the side of his mouth twitch up.

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180 Degrees

genre:smut

summary: jaehyun hears u and jungwoo having sex one night, freaks out a little, but in the end that event is the catalyst of him getting it in with the both of u

word count: 3.4k

content warning: sub!jaehyun, sub!jungwoo, dom! reader, fem!reader, threesome, strap on sex, mxm, humiliation kink, degradation kink, sex toys (dildo and a collar and leash), overstimulation, anal sex, vaginal sex, accidental voyeurism, hand jobs, use of the word slut, anal fingering, finger sucking, creampie, scratching, begging, jungwoo is a bit of a brat

• jaehyun enjoyed having sex
• he liked his fair share of one night stands in fact he had some time penciled out to relax and all the power to him
• the great thing is is that you (his roommate) are also like that
• so u both have schedules where u plan around each other so that the other doesn’t really know what the other gets up to
• which works out really well the first few months u and jaehyun are rooming together
• other than that yall work really well as roommates after yall figure out each others quirks and all that and yall get along as friends
• jaehyun for the most part is pretty sweet and goofy and u like that u might even think about dating him if it weren’t for this arrangement yall had
• you’re pretty aware that its not that he wouldn’t want to date anyone right now its just that he hasn’t found anyone he wants to date
• if that makes sense
• and jaehyun might be open to dating u but hes also aware that that might make things awkward
• he also knows his reasoning is kinda ? there bc he’s seen u have a successful friends with benefits
• he just kinda likes what yall have right now like he enjoys the closeness so he’s not to excited to change that
• anyways as i was saying the arrangement works really well those first few months
• but one night jaehyun is a little too drunk so he accidentally walks into the apartment during ur scheduled time
• and ur with one of ur regulars jungwoo (ur only regular tbh) and he hears just a snippet while on his way to his room and he freezes
• bc ur in the middle of overstimulating jungwoo whos a bit of a pain slut and is just begging u to keep going while u quietly praise and talk him through it
• and jaehyun has only heard a snippet but so far a) hes getting hard from hearing just that b) he wants in on whatever the hell is going on in there and c) it never occurred to him that u might be a dom but the thought makes him even harder and then he jolts when he realizes d) he needs to get the hell outta there
• so he goes over to a friends house and jerks off while in the shower because he literally cannot stop thinking about it
• oh to have your hands on him jungwoos lips on him one of u pulling his hair one of u shoving ur fingers down his mouth no hes done for
• and the days afterwards he quite literally can’t stop thinking about it to the point where he starts avoiding u and jungwoo if either of u are in the vicinity
• in the meantime in the safety of his own room when ur not there he’s fucking back onto a dildo and getting himself off thinking about you both
• he is very much going through it
• now at first ur thinking jaehyuns upset at u but u can’t for the the life of u figure out why bc he always comes quickly if he has a problem with u so maybe its not that
• so ur just kinda confused and trying to figure out whats going on and then jungwoo comes up to u like “jaehyun is avoiding me :/”
• so u start adding two and two together and get a suspicion of what might have made jaehyun skittish around the both of u but ur not privy to the fact that he wants u both to just absolutely mess him up
• so u ask jungwoo to maybe talk to him and jungwoo is like “oh absolutely” bc jaehyun is also his friend who he also thinks is kinda cute but anyways he isn’t a huge fan of jaehyun avoiding him
• so while jaehyun is in yalls apartment watching netflix jungwoo barges in which already startles jaehyun bc he fully expected to be alone for the next hour or so bc ur in class
• hes been caught unawares and jungwoo is staring down at him with a frown and while hes panicking a little he kinda enjoys feeling small under his gaze
• which makes jaehyun panic even more and start blushing
• and jungwoos cuts to the chase and is like “are u avoiding us bc u heard us having sex?” and jaehyun chokes bc damn was it that easy to figure out??
• and jaehyuns spluttering and blushing too hard to answer which is a look that jungwoo decides he likes on him
• he also decides to text u his findings (including the parts about jaehyun blushing bc he feels like you’d appreciate it)
• (you do)
• ur also like dang… he really heard all that
• but then jaehyun in a moment of boldness tells jungwoo that he didn’t mind hearing it it was his fault anyways
• its just that he really liked what he heard and it surprised him to want to be able to do that with yall specifically
• and jungwoos like “oh. i See.” and is like excuse me for a moment to go call u outside bc holy shit ??
• and so he tells u and u scramble to get ur shit together so u can rush home bc hello jaehyun wants to possibly kiss both u and jungwoo?? this is a dream come true for u
• you tell jungwoo to let jaehyun know your rules and ask if he wants to participate in whatever you and jungwoo have going on
• jungwoos telling u what jaehyun told him and jaehyuns sitting back on the couch kinda regretting it but jungwoo seemed excited so he allows himself to not feel too nervous
• once jungwoo gets off the phone with u he sets his sights on jaehyun who is still sitting on the couch awkwardly straining to hear the conversation
• he does go and tells jaehyun everything and the safewords yall use and jaehyun is paying attention but also like. Oh Wow This Is Really Happening Huh
• once jungwoo is done talking hes like “so are u down?” and jaehyun can’t say yes fast enough
• jungwoos like “we can start now! :D”
• and jaehyuns like “didn’t y/n say to wait for her” and jungwoos like “well where’s the fun in that :/”
• jungwoo aims to make u mad he wants u to walk into a room with the intent to destroy him is what he explains to jaehyun, who hasn’t ever seen that look in ur eye that jungwoo is describing but! he is curious to see it
• so they move to your bedroom bc a) thats what jungwoos familiar with b) that couch was Expensive and most importantly c) jungwoo wants u to walk in on them and he wants u to be Mad About It
• which is Exactly what u are when u walk in on jungwoo with two fingers up jaehyuns ass the both of them basically naked
• they freeze when they hear the door open and your like “i Expected this but im disappointed nonetheless” but in a more stern voice etc etc and jungwoo smirks bc hehe hes getting what he asked for but jaehyun freezes bc he really liked that like he really enjoyed the way his blood ran cold
• he files that thought away for later. later being like thirty seconds later bc now jungwoo is pulling away and pulling him down to the floor for the both of them to kneel bc this isn’t his first rodeo but jaehyuns like ????!
• and you’re like “jaehyun darling you’re fine in fact im sure this was all his idea” and jungwoo can’t help but smile bc Yes It Was
• you grab him by the hair tho which makes him yelp and his dick jump and that face is instantly replaced with a pout that he knows will get him nowhere but its always safe to try
• jaehyun on the other hand is kinda like “damn but i kinda do want u to be a little mad at me but all in due time i guess”
• anyways you let go of jungwoo and begin to undress and tell them to stay where they are until ur finished
• and once her done u start to pull jaehyun onto the bed and ur like “i assume jungwoo already told u everything but is there anything that u want specifically” and before jaehyun can stop himself hes like “i want you to overstimulate me like i heard u doing to him that night”
• and u have absolutely no qualms about that but first jungwoo must get what he is due
• so you have him sit on the floor kneeling with his hands flat against his thighs and his legs wide open so u and jaehyun can see him every time his dick twitches or jumps which is a little humiliating for him so he enjoys it thoroughly
• and you resume whatever the two were up to before u came in but this time woth the addition of marking him up
• “jaehyun u open up so well… have you been preparing for us? were u thinking about us fucking fingers into u one by one like this? jungwoo keep ur hands on ur thighs please god look at u ur so hard already are u depraved? can u not wait to get fucked are u so desperate to cum that ur getting off without touching urself?” jungwoo whines weakly at ur words and jaehyun is just choking up and blushing prettily from his cheeks to his ears to his chest bc yes in fact he Did do all the stuff u said and he tells u just as much through pants
• and ur like “oh so one wasn’t enough for u?? a bit greedy don’t you think? taking more than one cock at a time? getting fucked and fucking into someone else is that what u wanted? to be our little slut?” and at this point ur up to about three fingers and about to put in a fourth and jaehyun is losing it a little and rocking back on ur fingers now
• jungwoo whines again at ur words bc fuck that’s hot and he says just as much and jaehyun suddenly remembers that he’s right there and reaches for him bc hello that’s what he wants and hes gonna have it
• and ur like “well. this is For You so i will concede. for now.” and u allow jungwoo to come over to the edge of the bed where you first pull away from jaehyun gently (he still sighs at the loss anyways) to attach a collar with a leash to jungwoos neck and u instruct jaehyun to pull at it gently if he ever feels the need to remind jungwoo of his place
• jaehyuns like oh yeah definitely and will absolutely not think about that for days after this
• and u tell jungwoo he can only touch ur upper body before u go back to fingering jaehyun but this time you start sucking on his nipples as well while jungwoo fits his hand between ur bodies to jerk jaehyun off and fondle one of ur boobs and flick at the nub of ur nipple every now and then
• jaehyun can barely think and yall have barely started like hes trying hard to focus on who’s where and whats what but your stretching him wide open and making him cry out like he never has before and whatever jungwoo is doing is making his legs shake like hes just. oh hes getting to the fucked out stage a bit faster than he thought he would
• and you notice this bc hes starting to say less coherent sentences and more “fucking fuck please don’t stop please fuck me like the slut i am don’t stop give me everything don’t stop i’ll be ur good boy please i want it please”
• you pull away with a kiss to his forehead to put on ur strap while jungwoo slows down his pace and and slowly begins to rub jaehyuns sides and in an effort to make him speed up jaehyun tugs on his leash a bit in desperation to make him hurry up but jungwoo smiles bc they’re not done with him yet and also the look on jaehyuns face… hair plastered to his forehead from sweat with an almost full body blush and looking two strokes away from cumming like hmmm something jumped… so he decides to give him something else instead and puts his fingers down jaehyuns throat and jaehyun cries out bc this is exactly what he wanted and had had fantasies about and just lets his eyes roll back in his head as jungwoo messily fucks his fingers into his mouth
• you come back to them and jungwoo draws away and you explain that if hes okay with it you’re going to fuck him with ur strap and he can fuck jungwoo if he wants and jaehyuns like Definitely Please Do
• yall move around him into position bc he’s still feeling like jelly in the bones and you ask him if he’s feeling okay and he’s like yeah just a little overwhelmed so yall take a quick few minutes to just praise him for him for how well he’s doing and how good he’s being and after a few minutes he’s like yeah let’s get this show on the road
• u have him on top of jungwoo but under u and as soon as jaehyun is lubed up and inside of jungwoo and your lubed up and inside of him yall give him a moment bc he is once again incoherent just on the verge of tears and once yall start moving its something to the effect of “fucking hell thank you so much thank you thank you thank you please don’t stop moving please go faster my god ur tight like fuck dude fucking fuck me please i’ve been so good please” and ur putting ur whole body into this bc his voice is raw and the sounds he’s making sound so sweet on ur ears and every time u thrust he rocks into jungwoo whos doing nothing but moaning and whining and scratching at jaehyuns back especially when one of yall tug on his leash its just a whole lot going on and jaehyuns getting overwhelmed and very close
• and since he wanted to be overstimulated u don’t stop moving when he cums in a broken cry and he does actually start crying bc suddenly everything is too much too tight too hot and ur strap is rubbing on his prostate and he just collapses onto jungwoo who takes matter into his own hands and starts rocking down onto jaehyun while petting his hair while ur still driving hard into him while rubbing his sides and jaehyuns just sobbing with the occasional interlude of “don’t stop please don’t please please i’ve been good im being so good please don’t stop please please please im yours to use just please”
• and jungwoo is getting close bc this is all very much for him as well and you’ve taken his leash into ur hand and using jaehyuns shoulder as a leverage point and so the tugging is making him feel lightheaded and he can’t help but keen bc fucking hell he’s not gonna make it and so he rocks down onto jaehyun harder chasing his high
• its when u move ur hand to pull jaehyuns hair to bring him towards u to kiss his neck and u drive deep into him which in turn moves him hard into jungwoo who releases onto his stomach in surprise bc u decided to pull his leash at the same time that jaehyun can’t take it anymore and cums for the second time in a row bc he feels jungwoo tighten around him
• the aftershocks keep hitting him and he spasms a bit as yall pull away from him and u take off ur strap to go and take care of the two of them and clean them up
• jungwoos waits until ur done cleaning jaehyun up but before u lay back down he stops u bc he is Determined to get u off and also he wants to fuck u and he Does have an overstim kink of his own
• as soon as ur sure that jaehyun is comfortable u let jungwoo get on top of u and ur still pulling on his leash and tell him to hurry it up bc this pussy isn’t about to fuck itself and hes still in trouble for the shit he pulled when u came in and hes was Absolutely counting on u not forgetting
• jungwoo has to give himself a moment after he enters u bc ur deliciously warm and wet and hot and squeezing around him so tight and he wants to drag this out as long as he can
• meanwhile jaehyun has cuddled into ur side and is now kissing every inch of u he can reach without putting too much effort bc he is very Tired but he still wants to participate and ur hand is in his hair patting his head
• jungwoo has taken it upon himself to rub ur clit as he thrusts slowly into u and pushing one of ur legs down by the back of ur knee and hes relishing in it and how deep he is until u pull on his leash again and tell him to get a move on
• and soon he starts picking up the pace bc u keep egging him on “u could never please me ur pathetic little dick is just barely pleasing me why don’t u fuck me harder fuck me faster are u sure ur up to the task are u sure u can be a good boy?” and jungwos like “yes yes i can please u im sorry i was bad i can do better i can do so much better please just let me” and u take the opportunity to hook the leg he isn’t holding down around his waist and pull him towards u in a way that doesn’t allow him to move away and u hold him there for a good minute as he begs for u to allow him to move and u squirm a bit but never let him move away from u and he just wants to fuck into u so bad and he can feel the slight pain of having to cum so fast after the first time coming up like hes feeling overwhelmed and he likes it but also he wants to move so bad and u won’t lethim
• and so u tug hard on his leash and ur like “say ur sorry” and the brat in him jumps when he finds it in himself to whine “for what” petulantly and ur like “u know exactly fucking why unless u wanna sit here for another five minutes” and almost immediately hes folds and is like “so so sorry im sorry for not being a good boy and for playing with jaehyun before u told me i could im sorry i was bad i promise i’ll be good if u just- if u could just let me move”
• and u feel like you can finally let him bc well. ur feeling nice today :’)
• and jaehyun is still kissing and touching on u and ur feeling very sensitive and at ur limit bc u feel so full and jungwoos words are getting to u and its all so much and ur about to start stumbling over ur words
• and jungwoo is like “thank u so much im so thankful thank u so much oh fuck oh fuuuuck fucking shit” and hes at his limit and yeah hes a little lightheaded from the collar but its hurts so good and all it takes is u pulling him down slightly with his leash and then moving ur hand to his neck to squeeze a little before cumming on his dick with a shout and jungwoo is just. he feels u clench down on him and hes so overwhelmed cums and rocks into u almost sobbing thanks yous
• u both take a moment to catch ur breath before u move again to clean the both of u up but thankfully u had the foresight to put everything u needed to clean up beside the bed so u lazily get urself together and only get up to clean up and etc before u flop back down onto the bed where jaehyun and jungwoo are more than happy to cuddle into u
• and ur like damn i could get used to this
• and u do :)

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