NCT BXB AO3 SMUTS

jungwoo

by: woobot (buttercupwoo)
language: english
wc: 2344

Summary:

in which jungwoo finally gets the chance to try out the new kink he's been wanting to.
and it's messy.

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Jungwoo only has a limited amount of time and there’s more than one reason for it. One being that Jaehyun has only decided on going out to get coffee with Johnny and that doesn’t take all night, especially since he already left before Jungwoo even got in the van to go home. Second being, the pressure in him is building and building, and Jungwoo can only keep it under control for so much longer. Not only is the pressure nearly about to burst in him but he has to make it to his room while acting like nothing is wrong at all. Technically, nothing is, this is exactly what he wanted and there’s a mix of excitement and nervousness running through him as he walks into the dorm room. Despite the mostly positive emotions in him, Jungwoo’s entire body is tense and it’s gotten to the point where he feels like even if he breathes, his muscles might give out.

“Hey, Jungwoo!” Yuta calls out from the living room, the other having left slightly earlier than him. “Taeil and I are gonna watch a movie,” the older one says with a grin, “Wanna join? It’s a scary movie.” Yuta’s hands go forward, fingers wiggling at Jungwoo, who quickly shakes his head, his hand gripping at his bag that’s hooked over his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Jungwoo says with a pout, trying his best to not act suspicious. “I would but I’m really tired and I don’t want nightmares.”

“Hm,” Yuta says with a shrug, “Suit yourself. If you change your mind though, I think Taeil’s ordering chicken.”

“Tempting,” the younger one smiles, “But I’ll pass.”

Thankfully, Yuta doesn’t press anymore and waves Jungwoo off, the sound of the door opening to the side as Jungwoo quickly scurries off to his room. He can hear Taeil’s voice from the living room as his hands shut the door to his bedroom, hands lingering against the wood. Jungwoo sucks in a breath, a slow and shaky one and as he exhales, his knees bump together and his entire body clenches up, a whimper pushing past his lips.

The bag on his shoulder is tossed onto his bed, Jungwoo’s hand runs through his hair, teeth sinking into his already abused bottom lip due to the car ride home. During that car ride home, Jungwoo’s thought about the best way to do this, the best way to do exactly what he’s going to do in the most discreet way possible. It’s not the first time he’s doing what he’s doing, not the first by a long shot but it’s how he’s doing it is the first. Jungwoo’s dabbling in unfamiliar territory, the curiosity driving him to give it a go.

His eyes linger on the discarded towel on his small dresser to the side, the fabric hanging off the side, Jungwoo having been too tired last night to hang it up properly. Jungwoo tilts his head, fingers twitching at his side, wondering if he should grab it. Jungwoo whines, his head shaking and his legs squeezing together, knees bending as the pressure in him intensifies.

“Oh god,” Jungwoo groans, fingers tugging at his pants, shaky movements making it hard for him to unbutton them.

At this point, Jungwoo knows it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t care, if he’s going to do this, he needs to do it now before he sabotages his own self by waiting. He’s been planning this for days now after he made the final decision to go through with this. Jungwoo has been waiting all day for this moment, to be at home and be alone and finally do what he’s been thinking about for days, weeks even. For a brief moment, Jungwoo feels a rush of excitement run through him, cutting through the thick feeling of overwhelming pressure, making him giggle out to himself, quickly pressing his lips together to try and muffle it.