daemon “well she’s my wife” and mysaria “well she trusts me more than you” going back and forth until alicent gets brought up and both their dumbasses just gotta sit there like this because she still tops overall
small instances where both of your fanbases start to notice lingering looks between the two of you until it becomes so much more
a/n: this isn’t much but i had fun writing it, lmk what you think! :)
pt 2
the first interaction is when you’re presenting an award that seventeen happens to win
as you and your co-announcer pass out awards, your fingers brush against his as you congratulate him, and he flashes a smile at you
both of your fan bases were quick to screen grab the interaction, and it very quickly became a cherished moment of more to come
it was closely followed by a different interaction where both of your groups were talking on stage, and you were moving to the side and had tripped over the length of your gown
he was quick to catch you by the elbow to steady you on your two feet
the people around you gasped and moved to make room
which left a spotlight on the two of you
it was slightly comical the way you both looked at each other before turning to the audience with shy smiles
wonwoo stood behind you the rest of the time on stage
when it came time to leave, he offered you his arm as you stepped off the stage
with a bright smile his way, you accepted and walked off together
fans nearly had a heart attack
since then, people would point out almost every interaction between the two of you
if you would be in the same room and happen to make eye contact
during a game competition, you two get paired up together, and safe to say, you demolish the rest of the teams
wonwoo is an extremely smart man, and as are you a smart person, and after the episode airs, fans make memes on how you both make a dangerous and powerful duo
you were both quick to devise a plan, hushed whispers in the few seconds you had together, his shoulders shielding you from the rest of the room from where you both stood
your mics caught your plan clearly, and fans were impressed by how in sync you both were
he worked with distracting other people, making it seem like he was the one they should look out for
however it was you who gathered information and the hidden objects you were supposed to find to complete your mission
in the end, not only were you both able to complete your mission, but you were also able to hide the other object other groups were supposed to find, making it near impossible for them to find
the prize you both won was a coupon to a nearby cafe
it was adorable the way you both cheered in excitement for the coupon, wonwoo even raising your hands clasped together in the air in celebration
you would have thought that you both couldn’t afford your own coffees with the way you both cheered
the video ended with vlog footage of you both walking to the cafe
you held the camera in your hands facing you as you both walked to the location, camera tilted up to capture wonwoo in the frame
fans were surprised to see the way that wonwoo joked with you and tugged on the end of your hair to catch your attention to point to a billboard with your group in it
he took the camera from you to capture a shot of you smiling and posing in front of the billboard
when you took the camera from him, you also made him pose in front of the billboard, which was comical since you couldn’t see much of his face due to his hat and mask, but he did make a peace sign when posing to amuse you
he opened the door for you and stood behind you in line, even crouching down slightly in order to hear your answer when he asked what you were going to order
when it was your turn to order, he walked forward to place your orders before handing the cashier the coupon you both worked hard for
wonwoo even paid for the difference despite you trying to pay, and he stepped in front of you to block your way from the pin pad
you both sat down at a small table in the corner of the cafe side by side so you could both be in frame, and you rated the coffees you had bought
you weren’t the biggest fan of your own coffee, stating that it was slightly too bitter, and he was quick to switch out your straws and give you his cup
the video ended with you both waving goodbye, and safe to say, the video was trending for a week
when you posted a selfie together after the episode aired, it quickly became your most liked image on instagram
wonwoo also posted a different picture of you together standing back to back with your arms crossed
he captioned it “partner in crime”
you commented “dream team”
other svt members would comment under your posts demanding a rematch and wondering how they won
wonwoo would comment the shrugging emoji in response 🤷🏻♂️
you once post a picture if you out in the city
a few days later wonwoo posts a picture taken of him holding a camera, and fans were quick to notice the similar locations you were both in
when at other music events, there was footage of you waving to him from your seats with your group, and him shyly waving back
later when he walks with the rest of svt on the red carpet, fans notice him wearing a ring with the top facing in, and it’s not until he waves that people capture your initial on it
on your birthday when you post a clip of someone recording you with a cake while people sing happy birthday, fans swear they can hear wonwoo’s voice singing amongst the rest
one day you post the cutest kitten on your instagram page, showing your fans how you recently adopted a cat
a few months later, wonwoo posts a selfie of the same colored cat, only slightly bigger, sitting on top of an open book (presumably the one he was reading)
fans once spot you both visiting a bookstore and they just about died when they saw you walk out with the same book
at times, sometimes wonwoo is spotted exiting your company building while other times you are exiting his
fans are waiting for the collab tbh
you are both extremely private people, and any interactions you have together publicly has fans eating it UP
rumors of your potential relationship are all anyone talks about leading up to major events where both your groups will be attending
wonwoo surprisingly is the one to confirm the rumors two years later when he posts a mirror selfie of the two of you on your birthday with a simple cake emoji
anton has seen you dressed up more times than he can count. he's watched you stand in front of the mirror doing your makeup, complain that nothing in your closet looks good despite your clothes taking up almost the whole closet, change your outfit three different times, and ask him the same question every single time. "does this look okay?" you ask. every single time his answer is exactly the same. "you look beautiful," he tells you without fail. you always roll your eyes, accuse him he's not even looking, and insist he'd say that no matter what you were wearing.
tonight is different. you had pushed him out of the room before you got ready. he's already dressed, leaning against the front door while he waits for you to come out of your shared bathroom. every now and then he checks the time on his watch before glancing toward the bedroom. for a moment he straightens up, about to go upstairs until your voice carries. "ton, don't come in yet." he smiles to himself, "i wasn't going to," he calls back. "yes you were," you immediately answer, making him laugh under his breath before quietly admitting, "... maybe." your laugh filters through the bedroom door. "five more minutes." he nods to himself even though you can't see him. "okay."
he busies himself cleaning up around the living room since fishie was with your parents for the weekend. by the time he hears the bedroom door open again he's finished putting away the last toy. "okay," you call. "you can look now."he turns around without thinking. for a second he forgets how to breathe. you're standing in the hallway smoothing down your dress. "be honest," you say as you adjust one of your earrings. "is this too much? i feel like maybe i should've worn something-" you finally look up and stop talking. anton hasn't moved. he's just standing there staring at you with an expression you've seen before but never get tired of. his ears are already pink. a smile slowly spreads across your face. "ton?" you ask."
"..huh?" he replies absentmindedly. you fold your arms, trying not to laugh. "i was talking." the guilty look on his face says everything before he even speaks. "sorry." you can't help smiling. "you weren't listening." "¡ was." you raise an eyebrow. "no, you weren't." after a second he sighs in defeat and quietly admits, "i wasn't." you take a few slow steps toward him. the smile on your face grows wider with each step. "well?" you prompt, waiting for an answer. anton opens his mouth, pauses, and closes it again. he tries a second time only to fail. the longer he stands there the redder he gets, the blush spreading from the tips of his ears all the way across his cheeks until you finally lose the battle against your own laughter. "baby," you tease, "are you blushing?" he answers a little too quickly. "no." you point at his face. "you absolutely are." he shakes his head stubbornly. "i'm not." "you're red," you insist. almost on instinct he reaches up to touch his cheek. you laugh escapes immediately. "see?"
he lets out a sigh before dropping his hand again. looking down at the floor for a second, he gathers himself before meeting your eyes once more. "you look..." he begins, only to stop again. this time he forces himself to finish. "you look so pretty that i forgot what i was supposed to say." he gives you the smallest smile as you grin at him. "¡ had something in my head before i turned around." you tilt your head. "and?" he smiles sheepishly. "then i looked at you"" "and?" you press. "now i don't remember any of it." you laugh, covering your mouth. "you're joking." anton immediately shakes his head, turning redder. "i'm really not." "anton," you say, still smiling. "i'm serious," he replies. you close the rest of the distance until you're standing right in front of him. hes still looking at you like hes trying to memorize every little detail. "we've been together for how long?" you ask. a sheepish smile appears on his face. "a while." "we're married." "i know." "we have a whole child." "i know." you laugh again. "and you're still getting nervous because i'm wearing a dress?" he rubs the back of his neck with one hand. "i don't know what to tell you."
you soften a little. he just looks at you for another long moment, "i still like looking at you." your smile softens instantly. he reaches out to gently take one of your hands into his. his thumb brushes absentminded circles over your knuckles as he continues. "i still get excited when we're going somewhere together. i still think date nights are my favorite nights." he laughs quietly at himself, "and every time you come out after getting ready ... i don't know. i still get that feeling."
you tilt your head. "what feeling?" he thinks about it for a moment before answering. "like i have a crush on you." you don't answer. the longer you stare at him the warmer his cheeks become. "please don't laugh," he says quietly. you press your lips together. "i wasn't going to." he gives you a knowing look. "you're thinking about it." you grin. "i'm definitely thinking about it." he groans softly, already knowing he's walked right into it. still smiling, you reach up and cup both of his warm cheeks. "you still have a crush on your own wife?" you ask, unable to hide the amusement in your voice. anton closes his eyes for half a second before quietly admitting, "... a really bad one."
that does it for you. you laugh, "anton," you sigh affectionately, "you see me every day."
"i know."
"and you still get nervous?"
he opens his eyes again and looks at you like the answer should have been obvious all along. "¡ don't think that's ever going to stop." you lean up, kiss him softly, and smile against his lips. "good," you whisper when you pull away, your forehead still resting against his. "because i still like making you blush."
the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him, and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours. he turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years
✎… neighbours au, enemies to lovers, switch!reader, slight angry sex, unprotected sex, cussing, banter, dirty talk, choking (m!rec), oral sex (f!rec), orgasm denial (f!rec), name calling, hint of pain kink
( p1h masterlist )
“Wow, you’re an asshole in real life,” you keep talking bitterly with little flames in your eyes. “I’m actually impressed with your acting skills.”
A frustrated airy laugh slips through your lips while Taeyang’s, on the other hand, curl up at the corners, amused at how seriously you’re taking this whole situation.
“Sorry to ruin the little fantasy you had of me, sweetheart.”
“You should be glad that I prefer spending my time doing anything else than dealing with you,” you turn to your front door and flip the key, “cause I can just call the cops.”
“Are you sure that’s what you really prefer?”
This is not the first time you and Choi Taeyang are fighting in the middle of the hallway, nor it would be the last - unless you move buildings. His youtube channel is growing rapidly, and that calls for more content and less peace for you.
He's still leaning against the door frame, headset hanging loosely around his neck. The subtle mischievous spark in his eyes, the one you know so damn well from the numerous videos you’ve seen from him, is different in real life - straight up mean, making you question why you used to find his channel fun and comforting despite the terrifying games.
“You’re at my fucking door almost every single night,” he continues. “Maybe I should be the one calling them. You seem more of a stalker than a marketing manager.”
“Fuck off,” you spit out entering your apartment. “You’re a pathetic loser with no life.”
“Bitch.” Taeyang slams the door of his home the second you shut yours.
A month ago, you couldn't wait to finish work and hop on the bus to head back home. Now, you go home on foot, so it can take you extra minutes to arrive.
The time you finish work is the time Taeyang comes back from the gym, and by the hour you're lounging in bed, ready to relax with your new favorite show, is the hour he turns on the usual scary games, transforming your cozy time in a mirage.
Today is going to be no different because he has zero empathy for other people’s feelings. So, you’re in no rush walking towards the elevator of your apartment building.
“Wait!”
Immediately, you make out the too familiar voice echoing in the hallway, then the heavy stamping sound of his footsteps as you press the button.
You wish the ground could open and swallow him mid-step.
Not even glancing your way, Taeyang runs through the open doors.
You follow after him faking a smile. His ebony black hair is half-wet and his outfit casual - a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain t-shirt under his zip up hoodie. Judging by the bag with beer cans in his hand, your guesses are correct - his workout is done and he's about to take his seat in front of the computer.
The unnerving silence fills the air the second the doors close.
“Next time fill up your mouth with your panties or something,” he looks up at the changing numbers, nonchalant. “What if you accidentally scream my name? I don’t wanna hear that.”
His lips scrunch into an overdramatic expression of disgust; his shoulders jerk as an attempt to get rid of the image in his head.
You knew putting your earphones to blast music while using your vibrator is risky - sometimes you do tend to be more vocal than usual. But what were you supposed to do? When all of his exaggerated yelling and cussing sips through the wall exactly where your bed is?
You can’t touch yourself during the day because you’re at work, and now, you can’t touch yourself before sleeping because of him.
Your fake snickering rings hollow in the small space as you look away; it’s pointless, you cannot escape his face. You both see each other in the reflecting glass that’s all around you; it’s a little blurry, but not enough to not be aware of the fact you are both staring at each other’s silhouettes.
“Good to know you take off that headset once in a while,” you answer calmly, raising your chin. “Maybe I should touch myself more often if that’s going to help a loser like you finally get a life.”
The doors slide open and you walk out first, feeling Taeyang’s persistent gaze all over your behind.
“Is your boring corporate job stressing you out, sweetheart?” He calls out, loud and steady, as you walk down the corridor. Unlike other times, his voice tilts with a hint of seduction rather than irritation. “Is that why you’re taking your anger out on me since day one?”
“I love my job,” you say confidently, hearing him catch up with your pace.
“And you hate mine.”
“Because of you!” You freeze abruptly. When you turn around, glaring, is when you realise you’ve reached your apartment. “It’s your lack of responsibility and consideration I have a problem with, not what you do.”
“Shh,” Taeyang lifts a finger in front of his plush lips, “you’re going to disturb the neighbours.”
For the first time in your life, you feel the scorching urge to slap a person.
He steps closer, shamelessly staring at your cleavage; your chest is heaving rapidly beneath the thin layer of your button up shirt - an overwhelming reaction he can associate only with himself and the thrill he brings to your body.
Without even touching you.
“Want me to help you out with that?” His voice dips slightly. “I can help you relieve some of the pressure, doll… most of it.”
You breathe in once, looking in his eyes.
You breathe in twice… recognising the fresh earthy aroma coming from his skin, from his damp hair.
It’s not your voice that gives him an answer, but your lips that smash against his own.
That’s exactly what Taeyang hoped for.
His arms immediately go around your waist, pulling you close after he drops the bag of beer cans on the ground. His hands slide down to grip your butt cheeks through the linen fabric of your pants - it’s so thin; his cock instantly gains pressure from how much it allows him to feel inside his palms.
“My place or yours?” You pull back to quickly ask before kissing him again.
Taeyang’s hands crawl up, sneaking beneath your shirt.
“You already know what my room looks like, it’s time I see yours.”
“That’s fair.”
He doesn’t leave you out of sight as he gets rid of his clothes while you unbutton your shirt across the room. Once you’re left in your lingerie, he doesn’t give you a chance to remove it. He pushes you onto the bed and begins to cover your skin with wet kisses the second your back hits the mattress.
You look gorgeous in that lace, anyways - he doesn’t mind if it stays on a little longer.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he mutters against the flesh of your stomach before grinding his tongue around your bellybutton. His hands move to squish your breasts; the harsh grip makes you gasp softly. “Fuck—drives me crazy.”
His teeth bite the hem of your lace panties, then pull before letting it drop with a smack.
When he readjusts to lock lips with yours again, his mouth seems to move even more eagerly than it did minutes ago. His tongue invades you with something close to frustration, leaving you breathless and aching for more.
But you rather get that yourself.
“What the—“ He stumbles around his words, surprised to suddenly find himself flipped on his back.
You swiftly succeed in straddling his hips; too lost in the taste of your lips, he didn’t get the chance to react in time to prevent you from getting on top.
“Shut up,” you bark, unclipping your bra; simultaneously rubbing your clit against his stiffened length as you do. You still have your panties on and you catch his gaze darkening from the urge to rip them off. “Mmm, your cock is so hard...”
“Take it in your greedy mouth then.” He grips your hips, forcing them to move quicker. “Isn’t this what you wanted all along?”
“Yeah, but that would be too easy.”
Taeyang laughs, condescending, before grasping on your arm to bring your face down into his.
You gasp, but there's a smile creeping upon your face. You can’t hide the enjoyment from his rough responses to every single thing you do.
“These tricks don’t work on me, doll. Be a good girl and do as I say from now on.”
“You’re not the only player here, pretty boy.” You pull his plump bottom lip with teeth. Beneath you, his erection twitches against your clit - both from the bite and your attitude. “I will suck your dick when I decide you’ve earned it.”
But then, Taeyang flips you over in a flash.
Just as quickly, he strips you from your panties only to push them inside your own mouth. His hands bend your knees, fingertips digging into your skin, finally spreading you apart.
As his mouth waters from the seductive sight of what’s between your thighs, yours spit out the underwear.
“Tsk,” Taeyang picks up the lace, muffling your irritated whines by returning it back where it was. “What an ungrateful doll. I’m doing you a favor and this is how you say thank you?”
He presses his palm over your mouth to keep the fabric in place while his other one gives your right boob a slap - immediately followed by a few more. He doesn’t miss out on the suppressed little sound - a shameless moan of pleasure.
Eventually, the grumpy look on your face dissipates into a rapture as he goes down on you.
The pleasure from his tongue comes in waves, each more powerful than the other. He alternates between sucking and lapping on your juices while also playing with the pacing of his licks over your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, you taste too sweet for such an angry girl,” he groans before gliding his flat tongue through your folds only to swirl the tip of it around your clit again.
And you eat pussy too well for such a loser.
Your chin begins to leak from your uncontrollable drooling; the moisture trickles down your neck as your panties get soaked with your moans and spit. The fact you aren’t able to be loud as you need to makes your jaw clench with frustration, but your pussy… even further aroused under Taeyang’s tongue.
His grip on your thighs tightens painfully, limiting your shakiness as he buries his coarse mouth even deeper, grazing his teeth against your intimate lips ever so often; tongue tracing stripes over and over again.
He makes out with your entire cunt the same way he kisses you - mean with desire to control.
“I can make it feel even better if you promise not to empty your filthy mouth,” he glances at you, giving you a nice view of all the glistening fluids decorating his attractive face.
You nod - almost too quickly, you realise. But most of the stubbornness left you the moment his tongue came in contact with you for the first time.
You clench at the sheets; your fingers are already tempted to pull out the underwear the more his swollen tip levels with your entrance.
You’ve never taken such big size before, and your heart starts racing excitedly at the thought of this appealing girth sinking inside you.
“Shit,” Taeyang’s brows crash together, his length slipping in bit by bit, tightening the knot of pressure in his core. “You’re too fuckin’ small and tight for me.”
He inserts it all the way, slowly, wanting you to feel the way you suck in every single inch of him; wanting you to know just how bad you've been needing him. However, once it’s in, his patience dies down, giving his hips the freedom to move as quickly as possible.
He runs a hand through his dark hair, then moves it over your lower tummy, pressing against his cock that’s reaching the desired spot over and over again. His sharp gaze follows the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss, the rush invading your body completely.
Once he leans over, hanging your right leg over his shoulder for a deeper thrust, your repressed mewls rise even higher; erotic heavy growls, just like in the videos he watches to get off.
“We get along so much better when you have your mouth shut, don’t you think?” He pants in your face while holding himself up on his hands.
A low groan escapes his puffy lips before he could catch it; but your fingers, suddenly buried in his hair to pull him closer, feel way too thrilling not to react.
With one tilt of his head Taeyang drops your panties down after stealing them from your mouth with his teeth.
“Mind if I keep those?” He asks, receiving the first raw moan of yours as an answer.
It would be a foolish lie if he says that he won’t be thinking about that sound after this is over.
“A souvenir from my biggest fan…” He whispers in your ear and you can feel the intoxicating effect his voice alone has on you.
Soon, his hips slow down, moving in slow circles so he can catch his breath.
“Shit, Tae… Faster.” You pull his hair as if you’re holding on for dear life. You sense every inch of him; the way those slow massaging motions make you dizzier.
“Faster?” He repeats, giving you a sudden powerful slam from his hips instead. “Are you close?” He pulls out almost all the way only to shove himself again, slamming your g-spot. “Wanna cum… is that it?”
“Yeah…” Your whimper gets lost from the lewd noises as he proceeds to pound into you. This time, rapidly without stopping even for a second. The skin on skin slapping merges with Taeyang’s hitched heavy breathing, but he still manages to catch the little broken yes-es coming from underneath. “Fuck—“
Your mouth suddenly drops open.
But not because your awaited climax arrives, - because Taeyang pulls out just before it does.
The burning dissatisfaction, from what was about to be your most intense orgasm being stolen from you, forces you to turn over and wail in your pillow.
“Shh,” Taeyang quickly turns you back around, slapping your inner thigh with his drenched cock. Your wet, squirmy lips bring a devilish smirk on his face. “It’s not that bad, doll. C’mon, you can take it.”
A moment later, his eyes watch you suspiciously rise up.
You grab the base of his dick, determined to take charge.
“I wanted to cum so bad from this pretty cock,” you say, moving your fist up and down. “That wasn't nice of you. Not at all.”
He stills on his knees - with his cold gaze trying to figure you out.
His expression shifts subtly from your quickening hand, from your playful thumb going over his red tip like it knows when it’s the perfect time to do so.
His composure begins to crack.
“I’ve never had such a big one in my pussy before, you know…” You muse, adding onto his arousal. “Feels really good.”
“Shit,” he throws his head back, finally defeated.“Just good?” He then looks back at you.
It drives him nuts - how you always manage to lit up a fire in his chest by irritating him and turning him on at the same time.
“Go on,” You provoke him, squeezing the leaky shape of his head. “You’ve called me worse than that.”
Taeyang gulps once you drop his erection only to grip it with your aroused pussy walls instead. You both sigh in sync as you get in contact with the electrifying warmth once again. Now, it feels ten times more intense.
Although it’s subtle, you don’t miss the change in his expression when you begin to bounce, just the you wanted to in the beginning.
“Don’t.” You command the second you sense the presence of his hands on your waist, desperate to regain control. “You’re going to let me do this this time.”
You quicken your movements, watching him chew on his mouth from the overwhelming rush he desperately tries to keep under control.
“Why…” he begins, but his voice is too breathless to continue.
The fact your hand wraps around his throat, putting pressure on the sides of his neck doesn’t help either. This is the first time he allows something like this; his heart flutters in new unfamiliar ways from a thrill he hasn't known till now.
“Why what, pretty boy?” You slow down, curious to know what he’s thinking about.
He only shakes his head, knuckles going white from gripping on the sheets. He wants to push you on your back, to cuss at you, fuck you till you get all sore and can’t utter a single word to him. However... he’s captivated.
It’s like each touch from you secretly casts a spell on him and he’s unable to break through.
The only thing he can say is… “Just keep going.”
You smile, tilting his chin higher to meet his eyes.
The speed of your lower body picks up. You begin to ride him, chasing your own high, the head of his cock kissing right where you need it as you thoroughly enjoy the most arousing sounds, slipping from his lips one by one; they begin to pout more and more with every next roll of your hips.
“Holy shit—“ Taeyang chokes on his moan, moving his hands to your waist but not interrupting your movements.
Then, he chokes on your name next.
“Not yet,” you warn him, feeling shivers down your spine from the way he keeps panting your name. “Wait for me.” You release his throat, trying your best to keep the good pace going.
Taeyang cusses in the crook of your neck where he starts biting harshly to distract himself from how bad he needs to cum; not caring that you hiss at all.
“Can’t…” he grunts against the wet skin under your earlobe. “Fuck, come on, cream my cock you slut.” He grabs a handful of your hair and that turns out to be just enough.
The overwhelming knot in your tummy snaps.
You rock your hips back and forth, slower, panting as the ecstatic rush passes through your veins.
Then, Taeyang’s voice surprises you with a weak rasp. “You’re amazingly hot.”
Your two fingers slip through his lips. He allows that too.
! please do not repost, copy or translate my works
! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed
LOVE TUTORING 101 : yn's little brother, keonho, has managed to fail his way into needing a tutor, and the universe apparently has a sense of humor, because the one who shows up is none other than anton lee. yes, that anton lee: yn's high school crush she never really got over. the funny part? he's completely clueless about it, since they barely ever talked back then (despite having mutual friends like sohee and eunseok). now, yn has to deal with her long-forgotten crush sitting in her living room every week... while pretending it's totally fine.
anton lee x fem. reader!
🖇️ W.ARNINGS : lowercase intended, smau with written portions, kys jokes, fluff, crack, romance, angst (maybe??), one-sided love (in the beginning), sibling chaos, mutual friends meddling, slowburn tendencies i guess.
📌 F.EATURING : keonho, juhoon and martin (cortis), riize, xnghan, hanni and minji (njz) & more . . .
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