Jaywon AO3 stories :)

lollipop; enwontity ⚠️

lollipop.
enwonity

Summary:

Jungwon has an oral fixation.

His favorite lollipop flavor is Jay.
Notes:

i wrote this as a distraction bc i'm suffering from writer's block and i actually ended up finishing it :o it's not edited or anything so just dodge any mistakes if you come across them, happy reading <3
(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:
Jay doesn't know when exactly it happened. Actually, no. He does. It started the summer they were trapped in a giant cube in the middle of the woods, practically battling for their lives. Stress was high, emotions were overwhelming and hormones were everywhere. They were all alone in the showers, and it kind of just... happened.

He's spent nights contemplating whether he was wrongfully taking advantage of a younger, innocent Jungwon, but he was the one that started it. He, big eyed, baby faced, sweet looking Jungwon was the one who crowded Jay's space without a word. Just batted his eyelashes, placed a hand on his arm, and gave him an ambiguous look before dropping to his knees.

It's always been a silent thing.

Jungwon will drop to his knees, give Jay that look, slide his pants down and take him into his mouth compliantly. Honestly, sometimes Jay feels like he isn't even there, like Jungwon is doing it purely for his own sake.

He'll bounce his legs restlessly in the dorm they're never alone in, tap his fingers against Jay's thighs during car rides, and bite his nails on their breaks from practicing. Only when he's in his favored position, with Jay's cock lodged as far down his throat as possible, he's satisfied.

He sucks like it's one of those fucking lollipops with bubblegum in the center, head bobbing up and down rapidly, saliva dripping messily down his chin, moaning around Jay's cock like he's desperate. For what, Jay doesn't know, but he'll grip his hair anyway, will tilt his chin up to gaze into his watery eyes, and will moan louder than him as he approaches his climax. He'll watch, everytime, how Jungwon shuffles on his knees and blinks up at him, how he sucks harder until Jay comes in his mouth. And not a single drop will escape.

Despite the brain-boggling orgasms, and how scarily good Jungwon is at giving head now, there's one thing about this arrangement that gets Jay's gears going.

He never wants it reciprocated.

Jay's tried before—oh has he tried—but his advances are continuously brushed away. Once, after Jungwon had finished sucking him off in the bathroom, he was fixing his hair in the mirror like nothing happened when Jay crowded him against the sink. Hips pressed against his ass, chin hooked habitually over his shoulder, and hands wrapped around his middle, Jungwon merely shot him a glance. He looked down and back up, almost scoffing, then back into the mirror.

Upset, Jay started nibbling on the side of his neck. Lips leaving behind a trail of wet kisses, tongue working in small circles, Jungwon went completely still. And when Jay's hands brushed over his nipples, he went slack. A constricted noise escaped, and when Jay looked at their reflection, his eyes were shut tight and his eyebrows drawn together. But when those same hands wandered down, hooking into his pants, his eyes shot open and he turned around in a flash, stopping it altogether.

A warning.

But Jay persisted. He still had him crowded against the counter, so he kissed his neck with fervor and grabbed two handfuls of his ass, until he trailed his lips up into a proper kiss. The sound Jungwon made against him was unforgettable. How he surrendered completely and let Jay hoist him up onto the counter, knocking toothpaste, soap, face wash—everything—onto the floor as they chased each other's lips, rutting against each other hungrily.