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the best present ever

idol bf!jungwoo x afab reader

18+ mdni, angst, fluff, smut

summary:  you’re done with your finals for school, and jungwoo has finished his promotions for the year which leaves you guys hanging out days after christmas. you’ve been dealing with a lot of stress and need some time with your boyfriend. but besides these christmas presents, there are other secrets and feelings you’ve been hiding from each other.

wc: 6.5k (oh that’s not–)

cw: very self-indulgent omg, petplay? (use of dog ear headband, collar, tail buttplug and leash), switch jungwoo, tit fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding

fuck me, you think to yourself as you stand outside waiting for your boyfriend to come open the door. 

it had just stopped raining but the wind was still howling into the dark night. your whole body shivers as another gust of chilling, cold air strikes again with no mercy. it probably wasn’t the best idea to wear this thin long sleeve dress, but you wanted to look nice for jungwoo since you haven’t seen him in so long—four months to be exact. yet you’re quickly starting to regret it as your body trembles again and you almost drop the presents you have in your hands. from where you’re standing outside, you can hear jazz music playing very faintly accompanied by the sounds of pots and pans crashing. 

you’re exhausted from finishing your back-to-back finals this whole week. and right now, your bed is calling to you in a way it never has before—it’s luring you with a seductive whisper and begging you to wrap yourself in the sheets. but you have to make the most of the time you have with your boyfriend since he doesn’t stay for long. it’s all you’ve been looking forward to for forever now since he told you that he had a week off—three of those days which he’d be able to spend with you. so the only thing that sounds better than your own bed at the moment is, well, your boyfriend’s bed.

“hurry up…” you groan, smoke escaping from your lips. it’s freezing.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. you repeat the word in your mind as if it’s going to make you any warmer. 

you’ve had quite the day, well, week. or months… it’s been rough, to say the least. all you need right now is to see your boyfriend, but he has you waiting for so long that your legs are going numb.

the next gust of wind has you turning around and heading back to your car though. but that’s when jungwoo finally opens the door, only to see you walking away.

“hey! where are you going?” jungwoo asks. he cocks his head as he dries his hands off onto his stained white apron. 

“home! since you don’t want me here!” it was supposed to be sarcastic but it doesn’t mix well at all with how irritated you’ve become because, once again, it’s fucking freezing. and you honestly weren’t in the best mood.

jungwoo comes running up to you and snatches the gifts you have with one hand. he plants a quick kiss on your forehead followed by a quiet sorry, love as he walks you back to the door.

when you’re both inside the house and into the living room, he places the gifts down on a table nearby. and then he immediately grabs both of your cold hands and begins rubbing his thumbs softly over them in small, gentle circles. 

“forgive me, baby. I was getting dinner out of the oven when you rang the doorbell but then I realized the rice was burning on the stove and so I had to deal with that but then because of the rice I almost forgot about the food in the oven so that almost burned too and then I accidentally knocked over a tray I had left out from way earlier and I just got distracted and I’m really sorry I really didn’t me-”

you cut off his nervous rambling by kissing him. it’s been a while since you’ve done that. and that’s what it takes for warmth to consume your body, the cold’s unforgiving grasp vanishing once and for all. it was one of those short yet intimate ones, and you can feel jungwoo holding himself back as he pulls away from the kiss—as if another one might be too dangerous. 

“it’s okay. I was just in a rush and forgot to bring a jacket to cover up. I was really excited to see you.” 

your boyfriend still has this dazed, almost hungry look in his eyes after the kiss, but he sighs in disapproval.  “you need to take care of yourself, baby. I can’t have you being sick when I just got back.”

“I know,” you say, nervous and flustered.

“but you do look really pretty, as always. that dress looks amazing on you.”

“thank you, woo.”

the aromas and the delicious colors of the food finally rush up to your nose and your stomach sings out an embarrassing noise of hunger. you hope jungwoo doesn’t notice it, but he’s already walking to the dining room not far from where you’ve both been standing.

“come take a seat, darling,” he says sweetly.

he pulls out a chair for you at the table. 

you follow him and sit down. you can still see the living room from here and notice that the whole house has been decorated. but what catches your attention the most is the tall christmas tree that basically kisses the ceiling and the dozens of presents sprinkled all throughout the bottom. it’s straight out of a movie, really. christmas was a couple of days ago, though. he hadn’t had the chance to spend the actual holidays with you because of promotions and he had already stopped by his family’s place before this, so you wondered why he had that many left over.

you snap out of your thoughts as your boyfriend arrives with several plates in his hands and sets them on the table. you get up to help him but he grabs your shoulder. “ah, ah, my love. you stay here. I got it,” he places down a plate in front of you and kisses the top of your head and then rushes back into the kitchen. 

he brings out a couple more before the whole setup is complete–the middle stretch of the table full of different kinds of dishes surrounding a large bouquet of red roses in a vase right at the very center. he serves you the food before you have the chance to do it yourself. with the jazz music playing softly in the background,  you can’t help but swoon over all of his sweet gestures.

“enjoy, my love,” he says.

he looks so proud of himself and you find that so cute. but those words are all it takes for you to start scarfing down the food.

“oh my good, woo, this is… this is...just…wow,” you say in between bites. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too, baby,” he says as he stares lovingly at the sight of you eating like a pig. 

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the both of you are plastered on the couch with full stomachs and watching cheesy christmas movies. your head is rested near his shoulder as he has his arm wrapped under your waist. you close your eyes because you feel so content and loved. you snuggle up to his chest even more and bask in the smell of his intoxicating and irresistible cologne—he knows you love that one the most.

jungwoo giggles at a scene from the movie and pulls your body closer to him. you feel like you’re melting into his touch and his love.

“baby?” jungwoo coos.

“hmm?” you hum.

“i’ve missed you so fucking much, you know that, right?”

“i’ve missed you too. you have no idea.”

“I can’t believe you’re here with me right now. I think about you all the time.”

you just open your eyes and watch the movie more closely and don’t really give a verbal response, and instead just continue cuddling with him. and you think nothing of it until jungwoo shifts in his seat minutes later.

“can you look at me, baby?”

you turn to face him and give him a weak smile before watching the movie again. you’re still not used to looking at him in the eye without feeling shy; he still has that effect on you. 

“let me see your face.”

you turn again but this time he has a concerned expression on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

“is everything okay?” you say.

“that’s what I wanted to ask you.”

“yeah, of course. I’m just a bit tired, that’s all.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

“well, I’m not too sure about that. something’s wrong, I can feel it. you’re not mad about earlier, are you?” 

you shake your head no.

but he still continues to apologize: “I’m so sorry, love, I didn’t mean to leave you out in the cold like that.”

“nothing’s wrong. and I'm not upset about that anymore. like I said, I’m just tired.” however, the words come out with a certain tinge of anger that doesn’t make what you said believable— like at all.

he continues staring at you—his eyes trying to pry your feelings from right out of your heart and your rib cage. it’s like he can read the very back of your mind now. you feel vulnerable and exposed at his interrogation.

and for some reason, even though you weren’t necessarily that sad or upset at all before, all these emotions you had bottled up over the time he was gone started flowing back to the surface.

and then you’re just sobbing into your hands.

jungwoo is taken aback by this, but he doesn’t hesitate to grab you and straddle your legs around his hips.

your hair is tied up into a ponytail but he swiftly undoes that, sliding off the hair tie you had on.

he runs his fingers through your hair, massaging the back of your head as he proceeds to catch your tears as they fall and pour down by kissing your cheeks.

all of this is too much affection for you to handle and it clouds your mind and your judgment so you just find yourself grinding on his hips to feel him more, but he stops you by placing a firm hand on your stomach. you feel his rings pressing into you.

“not now, baby, tell me what’s wrong.”

“that doesn’t matter, woo, I want you.”

“I want you too, love, but I need you to talk to me.”

“I just… I don’t know.”

through the tears, you catch a glimpse of his caring and sympathetic puppy eyes and you just cave. it feels like there is needles in your throat and they’re choking you, but you push through and tell him everything you’ve been trying to hide in the darkest abyss of your mind—the family drama, the stress from school and friends, and really just how small and lonely you’ve been feeling when he’s been away. it all just comes spilling out but it’s like blood on a white carpet; there’s no turning back. 

you’re not too sure how much of it was understandable because you were choking on your sobs so much, but after you’re done, he just holds tight onto you.

“I… I had no idea,” he whispers.

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t tell you anything because I didn’t want you to worry. I know you have a lot on your plate too.”

“but what type of boyfriend does that make me? it makes me feel horrible that you’re going through all of this and I’m oblivious to it.” he pulls away from the embrace.

he realizes his tone of voice was too stern and harsh and that’s not the intention he wants to get across to you. so he clears his throat and tries again. “y/n… I’m-”

“no, just don’t…” you interject. you sniffle and sigh. “I don’t need you to be my therapist or anything. I don’t like that I even had to tell you all of this. I just didn't want to be a burden to you too and here I am doing exactly that...”

jungwoo looks visibly hurt by this and slowly reaches to cup his hands on your face. “dont’ ever say that again. you’re not a burden to me, and you never will. fuck, do you know how much it kills me to know that was even a thought that crossed that beautiful mind of yours? you’re my whole world, my everything. I love you. I love you so, so, so much.”

he leans in and kisses you in the most intimate way he ever has. the butterflies start fluttering in the bottom of your tummy.

when you both pull away, you can’t help the one more that escapes your lips. your boyfriend obliges immediately and kisses you again with that same passion. after that, you whisper again and he gives you one that has your heart racing, especially with the way his thumb caresses your face.

when you pull away for real this time, you open your eyes and look at him and by now he’s tearing up too. it’s a sucker punch to the gut. 

“I’m sorry, jungwoo.”

“there’s no need to apologize, baby. I know it’s been hard. and I haven’t been there for you in the way that I should or the way that you deserve. but I’m so proud of you for being amazing and beautiful and talented even when you don’t think you are,” he says. “so no, I can’t fix all your problems even if I want to, but please just let me take some of the load off your shoulders if you’ll let me. that’s all I ask.”

all you can do is mutter his name quietly… because the needles in your throat are threatening to hurt you again. but you  just feel so ashamed. so you start crying harder than before. 

however, his responses are automatic, natural, and so perfect. he just lets you fall into his arms and he places soft kisses around your ear.

“let it out, baby. let it all out~” he coos.

and that’s what you do: you let it all out. it feels like forever, but jungwoo stays with you and comforts you each step of the way, whispering and showering you with sweet nothings. he treats you so kindly, like you were fragile—a piece of fine china.

the tears stop falling eventually,  and you struggle to catch your breath as you calm down.

jungwoo smiles. “you promise to talk to me the next time you’re feeling down?”

you just nod, still embarrassed that even happened, but he doesn’t take that for an answer. “I need your words, darling.”

“I promise.”

“good.”

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it’s probably almost midnight by now and it’s too late and too dark for you to go home. you planned on spending the night anyway. the movie stopped a while ago and the TV has just been stuck playing a firework screensaver. and you’ve just been sitting on his lap still, enjoying each other's company even in the silence where only the crackling of the fireplace can be heard. but jungwoo finally slices through the tension in the room with his bubbly and loud voice: “hey, I know what will cheer you up.”

he pats your back lovingly. he kisses you again. 

“you’ve done so much for me already tonight. we should just go to bed.”

you get off his lap and start walking away, but he grabs you by the arm. 

“baby, please. just open one present for me. I mean they’re all yours, but we’ll do the rest tomorrow..”

you look back at the tall christmas tree and realize all those gifts really were all for you. you bite your lip to fight more tears incoming or a smile—you aren’t sure. but you do know that your heart is fluttering and you feel so loved and happy.

“just one and we’ll go to bed after. please,” he whines in a cute tone.

“ok, woo.” who are you to deny free gifts anyway especially when he’s asking like that.

you run up to the tree and he trails behind you. your eyes scan the scene before you from left to right. there’s a mix of big and small boxes. everything’s wrapped though, all with ribbons and twine—he’s very intentional and meticulous when it comes to these things.

you feel like you should save the big boxes for tomorrow, but you also don’t want to start with a small sized one either. so search until the very back of the tree and find a medium one; it’s perfect. your eager hands grab it and take it to the kitchen table.

jungwoo can’t hide the wide eyed smile on his face but he notices that you’re hesitant to open the gift because of how delicately it was wrapped.

“just open it, love. you won’t hurt my feelings by ripping it.”

“but it looks so nice, I don’t wanna ruin it.”

you look at him and he gives you a reassuring smile, even sticking his tongue jokingly to tease you. you giggle and your focus returns back to the present. you unwrap the paper, carefully though, as if it would scream if you yanked it too hard.

you’re greeted with a simple white box.

you clap your hands in excitement before you slowly take off the lid.

but what awaits inside stops you in your tracks.

you have the lid held up in mid air and your eyes turn back to the present and back to jungwoo who is watching you now in anticipation.

it’s a box full of toys, but not the christmas present kinds of toys. it contains a dog ear headband, a dog collar, a leash, and most shocking of all, a furry tail that most definitely has a buttplug attached to it.

you are frozen, unsure of what to do or what to say. jungwoo leans over the table to get a closer look but that’s when his face drops.

“oh my gosh, baby. I don't even know how that happened. that…that wasn’t supposed to be there.”

“jungwoo…” you mumble. you just can’t believe what’s in front of you.

“It looks just like something else I ordered for you, I must’ve mixed them up,” he groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“well I can see that.” 

by now, you’ve dropped the lid of the box onto the table and it slams quite loudly. he flinches at this.

“baby, I… I’m really, really sorry. I’ll just take it off your hands.”

he reaches his arms out to take the box, but you hold it closer to your chest.

“no! jungwoo, if you wanted me to wear this, you could’ve just asked me. I don’t mind trying new things with you.”

he looks to the ground in embarrassment. “actually…”

he scratches the back of his head and stands awkwardly. you both are engulfed by a suffocating silence.

“look, I’m not mad at all. I just didn’t want to find out like thi-”

“IT'S FOR ME!” he yells all of a sudden. his face is flushed. his ears burn in shame. “I-I want to wear it.”

you’re both shocked at this revelation. but now you feel a wave of lust wash over you as you envision him in this gear, so adorable yet bending at your will. you feel something shift in you. your heat starts to leak at this adrenaline coursing through your veins

the chair legs screech across the tile floor as you stand up and carry the box over to the living room.

“what are you doing?”

“follow me.”

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“take your clothes off.”

jungwoo is stunned. he blinks slowly, as if he’d open his eyes and you’d vanish.

“w-what? take my clothes off?”

“you heard me.”

“I…”

“jungwoo, I’m not repeating myself.”

“but baby-”

“do you want this or not?”

he sighs and his gaze drops to the floor.

“ok…” he sounds defeated, but he starts to undress anyway.

when he pulls down his pants and plaid boxers, his dick pops out and bounces, the tip already red and leaking.

you’re sitting on the couch as you rub your legs together at the sight of this. “ok, go ahead and stand right in front me.”

it seems like his hesitation and nervousness has worn off already and he follows your instructions immediately.

his face is looking downwards,  turned to the side the whole time but his dick is speaking a thousand words—white leaking from the slit of the tip.

“kneel down.”

once he does, you grab him by the chin and make him face you. you play with his hair a bit and caress his face. his ears and cheeks are still bright red and that makes you want to control him even more.

the box is at your side now, opened, of course. you grab the ear headband and put it on his head as if it were a crown. they’re brown and compliment his orange hair nicely. the collar was a bit hard to put on at first but you get the hang of it quickly. you ditch the leash for now. but you admire the sight in front of you: he looks so cute and adorable like that. you didn’t know you needed to see your boyfriend dress up like a dog until now.

you lift your dress up to reveal your white lace panties which are now stained with your wetness. 

“take it off for me.”

he vigorously nods and his hands tremble as he slides them off. he throws them to the side and just stares at you for the next command.

“tell me what you want.”

“y/n… I want to taste you.”

“ok, then beg for it.”

“I…mmm…” he whimpers and pouts his lips.

“come on, baby~ don’t be so shy,” you coo.

you slowly drag your fingers down your entrance to entice the words out of him.

his puppy eyes glow as he brings himself more closer.

 “I need you so, so, so bad. let me have a taste, baby. please, please, please. let me make you feel good.” 

his face is now inches away from your pussy. and with every word of his begging, his breath brushes against your folds. 

“I promise I’ll do it just the way you like and more, please.”

that last plea is what makes you snap and grab him by the back of his head and close the gap between his face and your heat.

he starts lapping up your folds and licking them like a dog drinking water. he’s eating you out as if he was starving, even shoving his hands under your thighs to lift them up so he can have more access to indulge in your taste. it has you seeing stars.

you play with the ears on the headband while your whole body shakes in pleasure. “woo, you’re doing so good for me.”

“mmm…baby…love…you,” he responds.

his words are slurred as he continues to drag his tongue on your entrance, his nose occasionally rubbing against your clit which drives you crazy. he’s panting—so desperate for your nectar and your juices.

you can’t contain the moans escaping from your mouth. it’s animalistic and almost deadly the way you want your boyfriend. your heart feels like it’s going to burst from your chest.

up, down, up, down. the pattern and rhythm of his tongue is so passionate and powerful. but just when you thought you couldn’t get enough, his tongue then starts to go in and out of you. your toes curl and you grab a fistful of his hair.

“fuck, woo…I’m gonna…”

the sounds of his own moans and whimpers set you off. it’s like a knot has been undone in your stomach as you feel the release course through your body like a drug. your back arches as you scream and shove his face further into you. 

when your body falls back onto the couch, jungwoo continues to lap up what he can after. you didn’t realize just how bad the grip you had on his hair was until you saw how the headband had shifted slightly more forward on his head. you find it so adorable how disheveled he looks. but then you see his arm moving from the corner of your eye and realize that he has been playing with his dick.

“hey, I never said you could touch yourself.”

his tongue does one last lick before he pauses.

“s-sorry, baby…”

“that’s ok. that’s enough for now, anyway,” you say, calm yet commanding.

you turn towards the box and take the leash out. it connects easily to the collar.

jungwoo looks more excited than before. 

you bite your lip and take out the final, but necessary, accessory—the tail. the box also has some lube which you didn’t notice before and you take that too. you stand up and use the leash to guide jungwoo in front of the fireplace. he crawls on all fours to follow you.

“you’re so cute, woo. I like when you’re obedient.”

you pat his head. he moans, and you can see the slightest trail of pre-cum he left in his wake.

“okay, baby, I need you to stay nice and still for me. this might be too much,  so tell me if you need me to stop.”

you kneel down on the ground behind him. you lather some lube on your fingers and start to spread jungwoo’s cheeks. he trembles as you do this and you reassure him by rubbing his thigh soothingly.

“it’s ok…I’m not gonna hurt you.”

he just whines in approval but another slight dribble of pre-cum leaks onto the floor. 

you just decide to go for it and lather some lube around his hole first before shoving one finger in slowly.

“ahhh~ babyyy~” jungwoo cries out.

“shhh… it’s alright. I got you.”

“ok~”

you start moving the finger in and out as jungwoo moans in both pain and pleasure. 

he hisses through his teeth and turns his face around to look at you. he’s tearing up.

you stop when you see this, but he slides himself down on your fingers anyway.

“it’s fine, baby, it’s fine,” he reassures you.

his body trembles again but you keep going. it takes a while for the second and third ones to go in, especially because you don’t want to hurt him or anything. but once they do, jungwoo’s a mess. his arms tremble as they struggle to hold his body amidst these waves of new feelings and sensations.

“baby~ so good…” he whines.

that’s when you decide to put in the tail once and for all.  you lube it up and tease him a bit, rubbing the small yet thick nub around his hole for a bit.

“ok, woo. you ready?”

he exhales and it looks like he’s mentally preparing himself before he says: “I’m ready.”

per his words, you shove the plug in. 

at first, you can’t believe you did it so you take a step back to look at this visual masterpiece: your boyfriend is all dressed up in his gear, panting and weak and on the brink of letting loose.

his cock is still leaking, though, and you think it’s time to finally let him cum.

“such a good boy. you know that good boys get treats, right?”

it’s like the ears on his headbands perk up and his eyes glow in excitement. he shakes his hips so that the tail wags too.

you take off your dress and your bra finally. and then you crawl to your boyfriend, nudging him out of the way to take his spot. however, you lay your body flat to the ground on your back instead. the fireplace and all the passion is keeping you warm despite now both being naked. 

jungwoo stares at you with excited yet lost puppy eyes. he’s now on his knees next to you with his head tilted.

you pat your stomach and utter a soft right here. he nods and comes closer to you. he gets himself ready to align himself at your entrance but you stop him immediately.

“no, right here.”

you cock your head,  holding your tits and bouncing them in your hands.

jungwoo is about to burst at the sight of this. his body acts immediately and he puts his knees at the sides of your chest and waist area. he slaps his dick on one of your boobs. and then he rubs the tip around a nipple in slow circles as his eyes and pouted lips beg for approval. 

he’d always talk about wanting to fuck your tits before but you always said no because they were too sensitive and it would be too much for you. but at this moment right now, that did not matter. you just knew you wanted and needed to make your boyfriend feel good.

“go ahead, woo. you deserve it.”

he immediately slides his big cock in between your boobs and uses his strong hands to push them together to make it as tight as possible. 

his hips start pistoning into your chest and he lets out the sweetest and most delicious moans you’d ever heard from him. you can’t help but clench at these vulgar yet beautiful sounds. 

he notices that you’re wearing a gold necklace he got you for valentines day with his initials on it and that turns him on so much.

“fuck darling~ so pretty…” 

he starts to lose his breath. the grip he has on your boobs becomes looser and his hips start to falter. you react quickly and put your hands on top of his and squeeze them together as hard as you can even though it hurts.

you feel the tail and it’s fuzzy fur brushing along your stomach and it tickles you. it makes you laugh a bit. and you lick your top teeth while admiring how gorgeous your boyfriend is.

he continues panting and his hips relentlessly push into your chest.

you squeeze harder. “I want it all.”

his moans fill up the room as you gently coax the load out of him.

you know he’s close by the way his pace becomes even more messier.

“don’t hold back on me now. tell me how much you like it.”

“feels so much…better than I…imagined….you’re so…perfect,” jungwoo says in between moans.

“my precious woo. so close, huh?”

 “‘mmm…” he hums and nods.

“I love you.”

“aaahh~”

“say it back.”

his eyes are closed shut and he moans out again.

“please baby, I won’t say it again.”

it looks like he’s about to cry from how good it feels, and his lips tremble as his confession of love is unearthed from the deepest soils of his body and mind: “I love you!” 

he groans, and just like that, he shoots ropes all over your chest and face. he keeps repeating soft I love yous as he moves his hips, his knees now wobbling.

“good boy~” you coo as you do one last squeeze to milk out all the last drops out of him.

you both let go as he slides out and falls to the ground next to you.

he’s laying on his side and you do the same to face him. you reach out to move some hair out of his face, and then cup his face after. you just stare into each other’s eyes.

“I love you so much. you’re mine forever,” he whispers. he places his hand on top of yours and caresses his thumb on it gently.

“all yours, baby. all yours,” you whisper as jungwoo’s face approaches yours and then your lips crash into each other’s.

that, however, was all it took for him to go back on top of you, kissing with no restraint. it’s dirty and needy. tongues and teeth and moans, love bites and marks. you don’t know if it’s passion or greed, but you know that you need your boyfriend in more ways than one.

“mmm…need you inside me… please…”

“ok, baby. ok,” he says before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

you thought he was going to take you right then and there on the floor but he lifts you up in his arms and carries you back over to the couch. he sets you down gently on your back, kissing your forehead again as he does.

you blush at how he treats you even when dressed up like that. you shiver now in the absence of the fireplace, but jungwoo rubs his hands over your arms.

“gonna warm you and fill you up soon, my love.”

you rub your thighs together at his words and his tone. you think you’re losing control here but you don’t mind.

jungwoo yanks off the leash and then grabs the lube from before and lathers it all over this thick cock. he puts some more on his hand and rubs it all over your heat, slipping in his fingers to get you ready.

impatiently, you buck your hips into his fingers to match the pace they go in and out of you.

“my pretty girl,” he murmurs.

“jungwoo~” 

“almost done, ok? just hold on for me.”

his fingers work their magic for just a while before he stops. you whine at the emptiness but know you’re going to get what you’ve been craving soon. jungwoo gets closer to you and your entrance. his expression is a mix of so many feelings but it’s mainly lust and excitement.

but that changes when he remembers he should have put on a condom first. he turns around, ready to run off.

“I’ll be right back, baby. they’re in my room.”

you immediately wrap your legs around his waist to prevent him from getting up.

“it’s fine. I want it like this, actually.”

“o-ok,” jungwoo stammers as he feigns a slight disappointment. but you know this excites him because his cock twitches twice.

he spreads your legs and then he softly slaps his cock onto your slit, but doesn’t enter inside just yet.

he slides his cock slowly up and down against you, the tip brushing against your clit just enough that it has gripping onto the couch. the lube is making it feel ten times better than it normally does.

he’s teasing you. 

and that’s the last thing you want.

you moan and drive your hips forward more. you want him. you need him. 

“jungwoo…” you moan.

you feel like you’re about to go crazy from how bad you need it and your boyfriend smirks at how the tables have turned. 

“need you… so bad…” you mewl.

“good girl… sound so pretty begging for me,” he coos.

finally, he slips the tip inside and eases it slowly into you.

the way your body knows his size and shape is something sort of magical but your walls immediately invite him in as he bottoms out. your eyes roll back as he starts to drag his cock back and forth inside you, not really giving you much time to adjust.

he places one hand on the side next to your stomach to hold himself up and the other to play with your swollen bud.

“fuck, oh my god…” you moan and you arch your back.

his hips roll into yours in a way that has you feeling like you’re going to cum again in seconds.

“so tight, darling. so perfect taking me in like this,” he coos.

he kisses you so tenderly, biting onto your bottom lip.

another moan into his mouth is all you can manage because your head is spinning with thoughts of your boyfriend and how good he feels. jungwoo, jungwoo, jungwoo, jungwoo.

his fingers feel so soft and rough. even when he’s giving it to you like this, you still want more. your love might border on that fine line between obsession but that doesn’t matter when his cock and fingers are loving you in a way nobody ever has or ever will.

“more… harder…”

he laughs a bit at your desperation  and then his hand abandons your clit. but that’s because he needs both hands to support himself as he rams his hips into yours. 

his pace has become rough and merciless but that’s what you wanted. a particularly hard thrust from him has you crying out in the most painful pleasure. you wrap your hands around his back. your slick starts to coat his thick cock, adorning it with a white ring. 

“holy shit,” you mewl, nails clawing into his back as the feeling blossoms all over you.

“that’s it, my love. go ahead and cream on me.”

you clench tighter at these words and you feel the knot in your stomach forming again.

his hips slam into you with so much force yet so much love. 

your nails dig deeper into his back.

“tell me. tell me how much you like it.”

he’s using your own words against you yet you’re so fucked out you can’t even respond.

he keeps slamming into you and you come undone.

your eyes roll back again as the release bursts through your soul and body. your body shakes and you clench tighter onto him as the waves of the orgasm wash over you.

“good girl~ that’s my girl~” he coos as he rides out your high.

just when you think it’s over as he slides out, he turns you over on all fours and inserts his cock into you again. 

his chest connects to your back and he slams into you again. your head lies flat on the couch as you take him in. he wraps his arm underneath you to pull you closer to him.

“just take it. take in all of me, baby,” he whines, kissing up in the crook of your neck. 

you just moan and scream into the material of the couch.

it’s never been like this. sex with your boyfriend has never felt this good. and you’ve never felt this euphoria and bliss to this degree and it blends dangerously with an insatiable lust and hunger. as bad as it sounds, you just want to be a vessel for his pleasure, for his every need and wish. to say his love is a drug would be an understatement. it’s essential to your being and your survival—food, water, air, sleep, and jungwoo.

“darling. please. let me fill you up. I’ll give it to you so good,” he whines.

his pace has become messier now and you know he’s about to finish. you bite onto the couch and clench tighter around him. he ruts into you with force even though he’s becoming more lost in the feeling.

he moans right into your ear and you feel every breath and whine that comes out from within him.

it’s like your souls are connecting together and dancing under a beautiful moonlight. the feeling can only be described as celestial like the gods and the stars. they seem so small in comparison to this deep seated feeling of pleasure and love. you’re not sure if your mind is leaving your body but that’s what it feels like.

“i love you, i love you, i love you…” jungwoo coos along with other sweet nothings.

“i love you,” you manage to whisper weakly as everything starts to fade into black and white.

and with that, he does one final thrust that has him finishing and unraveling. and you just lay there and milk him dry of all of his cum. 

it's silent for the slightest of seconds as you guys just bask in the afterglow of your love, catching your breath.

“god damn, baby. that was amazing,” he says into your ear and places a soft kiss.

he says some other things, but you don’t really catch them as sleep wraps you in its warm and inviting embrace.

jungwoo slides out of you and then carries your sleeping body into his room and onto his bed. he tucks you in so many blankets and then places a soft kiss on your forehead.

he smiles and warmth and happiness fills his heart—he can’t wait to see your reactions to the other presents you’ll open in the morning.

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a/n:  I got really carried away with this one but it has been brewing in my mind for weeks now. I feel like a monkey gnawing at the bars of my enclosure and cell. like you guys don't get it. orange / ginger hair woo brainrot is killing meee…

also this a bit rushed so pls be nice bc otherwise I would’ve have posted this months after christmas lmfaoooo. anyway I hope you enjoy :3

- amma