cw : gn!reader, slightly suggestive, mentions of kissing, making out, alcohol of course, jun is cheesy as hell, the pic in scoups' is not him. my interpretations are not to be applied to the real artists.
a/n : yes, the classic drunk texts....i've never gotten drunk ever in my life, so their reactions might be slightly innaccurate?😭 so sorry. but i hope you'll enjoy these regardless. i had so much fun making smaus that i keep pumping them out like CRAZY lol.
CHOI SEUNGCHEOL — 최승철
YOON JEONGHAN — 윤정한
HONG JISOO — 홍지수
WEN JUNHUI — 文俊辉
KWON SOONYOUNG — 권순영
JEON WONWOO — 전원우
LEE JIHOON — 이지훈
seungcheol : man would be a little flustered when you told him he texted you while he was drunk. tons of thoughts went through his mind—what did i say? how did i say it? how did you feel when i texted you? and his embarrassment gets even worse once you show him the text.
jeonghan : i feel like he'd be embarrassed at first but once he saw the texts he's like, oh well it's not that bad. so it's chill for him🤷♀️ he's a little grateful he didn't say anything weird to you once you actually picked him up with joshua sitting next to him that night.
joshua : he'd first say sorry for bothering you and asking you to pick him up when it was his own fault that he got so drunk.. then he would die from embarrassment the moment you told him he texted you. no, he doesn't want to know what he said. yes, he cleared the chat right away so he'd forget about it.
junhui : "i don't know what you're talking about," he says. but his ears are as red as tomatoes. jun is aware of how he gets whenever he's drunk—that's why he always keeps his phone away from him whenever he starts to drink—because he doesn't want to accidentally text someone while drunk. now that it happened between you and him, he wishes you'd forget about it.
soonyoung : a little embarrassed but mostly doesn't care cs he gets to make out with you in the car, lol. 10/10 experience, he said, would try it again. he says that it feels great to have someone take care of him when he's drunk. "i would definitely get sooo drunk that you'd have to pick me up again." he says with a stupid grin on his face.
wonwoo : was he even drunk? well, he was a little tipsy, to say the least. wonwoo was never one to drink alcohol much anyway. he knows his limits when it comes to them—but he didn't expect you'd be the one getting drunk instead. he sighs a lot—not expecting he'd take care of eleven drunk men+his own partner that night.
jihoon : he's traumatized. jihoon doesn't drink much—nor at all, honestly. and it's because he's not great at handling them. he gets red-faced easily, and that's why he brings his own drink of choice to these kinds of gatherings. he didn't expect he'd accidentally drank from soonyoung's glass, however—which resulted in his face immediately turning red. ah, who's idea was it to even put his coke right next to soonyoung's beer?! oh, right. it was his. and now he has twelve men+his own partner laughing about it in his face (affectionately).
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CONTENT: Friends to lovers, Slow burn + mutual pining, Best friends with insane chemistry, Idiots in love / emotional idiots.
WARNING: SMUT, . This is 18+ only; reader discretion advised.
SUMMARY: You were “a friend of a friend” until you became Seungcheol's best friend: late-night ramen, edits in your living room, absolute trust, and zero (conscious) intention of anything more. Everything gets complicated when you start dating the guy from the café, and out of pride and fear, Cheol also gets into a relationship with a younger girl. Crossed jealousy, Jeonghan's poisonous comments, and group games bring to light that your complicity is not “just friendship.” A dinner with all the couples, a game of charades, a brutal argument with your boyfriend, and another with Cheol's girlfriend end up leading you to a night where you finally stop denying the obvious… even though neither of you is prepared for the consequences.
It shouldn’t have been more than a “nice to meet you” and a handshake.
At first, you were just “a friend of a friend of a friend.” The kind of person who shows up to a random gathering once and then disappears. In fact, when you walked into that bar that night, you were convinced no one would pay much attention to you. You were tired, just craving a beer and not much else.
“Guys, this is my friend” your friend introduces you, nudging you forward a little. “The one I told you about, the one who works in social media.”
There’s noise, laughter, glasses clinking. A big group. You smile out of politeness, wave your hand. Among all those faces, there’s one you’ve seen from afar many times, but never this close.
Seungcheol.
You’re not really from his world. You don’t come from cameras, stages, or spotlights. Your life happens more in front of a computer screen than a TV one. But he looks at you like that doesn’t matter at all.
“I’m Cheol” he says, as if you weren’t going to know who he is. He offers his hand, and you shake it.
“I know” you reply, a small nervous laugh slipping out. “But nice to meet you anyway.”
He laughs too.
“I like her” he comments, turning to the others. “She’s one of us already.”
You’re not. Not yet. But that will change faster than you expect.
The first few months are a mix of last-minute plans, messages in group chats you don’t fully understand, and names that take time to match to faces. But there are two constants:
You always end up sitting near Cheol.
You always feel comfortable by his side, even when you’re not talking.
There’s no weird tension. No butterflies, at least not the kind you recognize as dangerous. He’s just… someone you can breathe easily around.
One night, you’re all at Mingyu’s place. Enough food to feed an army, loud music, that typical feeling of organized chaos. You’re standing in the kitchen, struggling to open a bottle with a stubborn opener.
“You’ve been fighting with that for five minutes,” a voice says behind you.
You don’t even turn around.
“I’ve got it under control.”
“Sure” Cheol laughs, reaching out his hand. “Give it here. If you break another bottle, Mingyu will kill us.”
You hand it to him; he opens it effortlessly and gives it back to you.
“Thanks, Hulk.”
“Hulk? No, leader” he corrects, placing a hand over his chest dramatically.
“Leader of what, if you can’t even boss your own socks around?”
“Hey” he looks at you with fake offense. “I’m very respected.”
“Uh-huh. Sure. Where? In your mirror?” you hold his gaze, amused.
You hear a loud laugh from the doorway. It’s Jeonghan, leaning against the frame, watching the scene like he’s binging a show.
“I love this. She talks to him the way we do” he says, delighted. “Cheol, you needed someone who doesn’t laugh at all your jokes.”
Cheol rolls his eyes.
“Go bother someone else, Han.”
“And miss watching you two deny your obvious attraction since day one? Not a chance.” He grins from ear to ear.
“You’re delusional” you say at the same time Cheol says,
“Shut up.”
You look at each other. Then you both look at Jeonghan.
“See?” he shrugs. “Matching couple already.”
You lift the bottle in a mock-threat.
“I’m going to throw this at your head.”
“Threats of violence already. This is progressing fast” he adds, pleased with himself, and disappears to annoy someone else.
Cheol huffs, but he’s smiling.
“Don’t listen to him.”
“I won’t” you answer. “Besides, you’re not my type.”
“Ouch.” He puts his hand over his chest again. “And you don’t even know how amazing I am yet.”
“You’ve got fans for that” you take a swig of your beer. “I’m here to keep your ego in check.”
He nods, as if signing a contract.
“Deal.”
And without realizing it, that deal gets fulfilled.
Months go by. And suddenly, you’re no longer “the friend of a friend.” You’re “the one who’s always late but always brings food,” “the one who sits in a corner editing while everyone else is loud,” “the one who stays until the end because she lives near Cheol and you two go home together.”
Your days start to fall into a weird pattern:
Mornings working from home, filming and editing.
Some afternoons at your friend’s café, helping out for those months.
Nights that end with a message from Cheol:
“Ramen?”
“I’ve had a shit day, can I come over?”
“I’m bringing ice cream, open up.”
It becomes this running bit between you: he doesn’t ask if he can come, he just tells you when he’s arriving.
One of those nights, you’re in pajamas, hair up in a messy bun, a face mask on, when the doorbell rings.
“No way…” you mumble, but you’re already laughing.
You open the door without checking the peephole. It’s him, holding a plastic bag, cap pulled low.
“I brought ramen and drama” he announces, walking in like it’s his place. “Wow.” He looks you up and down. “You’re blinding tonight.”
“Shut up” you nudge his shoulder as you close the door. “Don’t complain, you know this is how I look in my natural habitat.”
“Your natural habitat is terrifying” he replies, but he’s already putting the bag on the coffee table and taking off his shoes. “Come on, take that off your face, I can’t take someone who looks like Shrek seriously.”
You go to the bathroom, catch your reflection in the mirror, and end up laughing. You wash your face and come back with your hair up in a ponytail.
“Better?”
“Now I recognize my friend” he says, giving you two thumbs up.
You both sit on the floor at the low table. While he sets out the glasses, you take out the ramen containers, your laptop open nearby, ready to show him a video you’re editing.
“So, what happened to you today?” you ask, stirring the noodles.
“Work” he sighs. “People having opinions on everything, schedules changing, a shoot that dragged on forever.”
“Wow, such a hard life, being famous” you mimic him with a dramatic voice. “Poor victim of the system.”
“I’m opening up emotionally and you attack me” he pretends to be offended. “See why I only trust my best friend?”
The word hangs there for a second.
“Best friend.”
It’s not new. You’ve both used it before. But there’s something in the way he says it today, so naturally, that gives you the tiniest flip in your chest.
You smile at him.
“Your best friend is listening. But while she eats. Talk.”
He talks. You do too. You tell him about your annoyances of the day, the absurd stuff in some comments online, how exhausting it can be having to be “on” every time you post. He actually listens, not just nodding mindlessly.
Halfway through, he steals a bite of your ramen with his chopsticks.
“Hey” you protest. “You’ve got your own.”
“Yours tastes better” he says like it’s a scientific fact.
“It’s the same flavor.”
“Not the same” he looks at you. “Yours always tastes better.”
And there it is again: that feeling of “we’re perfect like this.” No complications. No questions. Just jokes, shared looks, and a comfort you rarely have with anyone.
Of course, that peace doesn’t work for everyone.
“It’s fascinating” Jeonghan says one day, watching you from the other side of the couch.
You’re at one of their places, watching something on TV you don’t even remember. You’re on the couch with your legs tucked up, Cheol next to you, so close your arms brush every time either of you moves. It’s normal. It’s always been normal.
“What is?” Cheol asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“How blind you two are” Jeonghan replies, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
“Don’t start” you mumble.
“No, seriously” he insists. “Nobody told you that people who have supposedly ‘never thought about it’ don’t act like this?”
“Han, you’re annoying” Cheol throws a cushion at him half-heartedly.
“Tell me that again when you see her with someone else” his tone is light, but his eyes flick to Cheol for a second. “Let’s see how zen you are then.”
You turn toward Cheol automatically, expecting some joke back. But his jaw tenses for a moment before relaxing again.
“You’re dramatic” he says at last. “Not everything is a soap opera, Han.”
Jeonghan smiles, satisfied, like he’s just thrown a rock in a lake and is waiting to see the ripples.
“We’ll see” he murmurs.
You roll your eyes, lean your head back against the couch, and decide to ignore him. Jeonghan’s always poking, exaggerating, inventing stories. It’s his favorite sport.
And Cheol is your friend.
Just that. There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing to consider.
That’s what you repeat to yourself. And what he repeats too, even if neither of you is really aware of how tightly you’re holding on to that idea.
The café isn’t your “real” job, but it’s become your second home.
You started there almost by accident: your friend needed someone to cover another worker for a few months and asked you as a favor. You said yes thinking it’d be a few shifts, something temporary to clear your head from so much screen time. In the end, you’re there more than you thought, juggling coffee orders with checking your social media work during quiet spells.
It’s a small café, with slightly worn wooden tables, plants in the corners, and a blackboard where someone writes a motivational quote every day that you and your friend make fun of.
That day, the quote is:
“Today could be a great day.”
You look at it while you’re wiping down the counter.
“What a fantasy” you mutter. “Today could be another day, like all the others.”
“Pessimist” your friend throws a napkin at you. “By the way, your guy at the back table is here again.”
“What guy?” you ask, not even looking up properly.
“The one in the white shirt, always orders the same thing, stays a while with his laptop. The one who looks at you like you’re dessert on the menu.”
You turn around, ready to deny it… but there he is.
Back table, near the window. Laptop open, half-empty cup of coffee, sleeves rolled up. And yeah, when he looks up, he looks at you. Not in a creepy way, more like he’s curious.
You do what you always do: your job.
“Can I get you anything else?” you ask, walking over to his table.
“Another coffee, please” he says, smiling. “Same as before.”
“Okay.”
When you come back with the coffee, he closes his laptop a little and stretches, clearly wanting to talk.
“You come here a lot” you say, setting his cup down.
“Guilty” he replies. “I work nearby and this is the quietest spot around. Plus, the coffee’s good.”
“That’s what everyone says” you tease. “Maybe we’ve got you all fooled.”
“Not me” he looks at you a bit longer than necessary. “I know how to tell good coffee apart.”
You feel a small flutter in your stomach. It’s not like you haven’t felt this before, but it’s been a while since anyone’s looked at you with that kind of explicit interest.
“Then you’ll keep coming back” you answer, balancing the tray on your hip.
“If you’re the one serving me, for sure” he fires back, shameless.
Your friend, from behind the counter, is watching you both with exaggerated eyebrow movements. You hold back a smile.
“That depends on the shift” you say. “But the coffee is the same, whoever’s here.”
“Yeah…” he bites his lip, hesitating a second. “And what if I want to come when you’re here?”
The question catches you slightly off guard. Not in a bad way, but you’re not used to someone being so direct with you.
“You’ll have to leave it to luck” you say, but your tone softens.
“Or…” he gets bolder, “you could at least tell me your name.”
You tell him. He repeats your name, tasting it like a new word.
“I’m Minseok” he tells you his, and now it’s your turn to repeat it.
“Nice to meet you” you add, realizing you really mean it.
From that point on, his visits repeat.
Not every day, but often enough for you to start waiting for them a little. He always sits at the same table, orders the same thing, and each time there are a few more words exchanged. It starts as basic stuff: work, schedules, the weather, the background music. Then one day, he breaks the pattern.
“Hey” he says as you’re clearing his empty cup. “Do you have plans this week?”
“Depends on the day” you reply, toying with the cup handle.
“Whichever works best for you. I was wondering if you’d like to… I don’t know, go out for dinner sometime. Outside of here” he smiles. “I can’t promise the coffee will be as good, but the place is nice.”
Your own smile appears without you forcing it.
You play it cool, out of habit.
“And if I’m a terrible customer outside the counter?”
“Then I’ll just call it an adventure” he shoots back quickly.
You hesitate for a second. Not because he seems sketchy. On the contrary, he seems kind, knows how to talk, has that bit of confidence that draws you in. You hesitate because it’s been a while since you opened up to something that might be more than a couple of nights and nothing else.
You think about Cheol for a brief second, without really knowing why. Like a reflex. As if you were internally checking with him by default.
But then you come back to the moment.
“Okay” you say at last. “Dinner.”
“Good” his eyes light up. “I’ll text you, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Your friend silently celebrates from behind the counter, waving a cloth in the air like a victory flag.
When your shift ends that day, you go home with a mix of soft nerves and curiosity. You’re not thinking “this is it, the love of my life.” Not even close. You’re just a bit excited to feel something again, even if it’s small.
His message comes that same night.
“I’m the guy from the café (the one with the good coffee, not the crappy bar). How’s Thursday?”
Thursday ends up being the first of several days. One dinner, then another. A walk. Silly texts. Short calls.
Nothing serious yet, but something starts to form.
And without realizing it, you start talking about him… a lot. Not to everyone. To your friend at the café, to a couple others. And, like Jeonghan said back then, with a name that pops up more than usual in your sentences:
“The other day I went to dinner with him…”
“He really likes this or that…”
“He sent me this and I laughed so much…”
The only person you still haven’t told everything to is Cheol.
Not because you don’t want to. There’s just something in you that keeps putting it off. “I’ll tell him when it’s more of a thing,” you tell yourself. “It’s not that important yet. Right now he’s just some guy.”
But guys, no matter how much they start as “just some guy,” can slowly turn into more. Even if you don’t notice at first.
Until one day, when you’re all sprawled around in Jeonghan’s living room, the coffee table a graveyard of half-empty bottles, fried chicken bones and cold fries. The TV’s on some show no one’s really watching except Mingyu, who laughs late at the jokes.
You’re sitting on the floor, your back against the couch, between Cheol’s legs. He’s got one knee bent on either side of your shoulders, one hand hanging over your chest, absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair as he talks about something stupid with Wonwoo.
“You’re bored” Cheol murmurs suddenly, leaning down toward you. You feel his breath on your ear.
“I’m dying of heat, that’s different” you reply, swatting at his knee. “Turn the AC up, leader.”
“Why don’t you do it, you already run everyone anyway” he teases, but he’s smiling.
Someone at the other end of the room only hears that half of the conversation.
“Yeah, let her do whatever she wants now, her single days are numbered” Soonyoung sings, draped over the arm of the couch.
“What?” Minghao asks, turning his head with interest. “What did I miss?”
You feel three pairs of eyes swing your way. And one very specific gaze burning into the side of your face.
You lift your head, but instead of looking at Cheol, you look at Soonyoung with a “say one more thing and you’re dead” smile.
“Don’t star,” you say, trying to sound casual.
“Don’t start what?” Jeonghan appears from the kitchen with a fresh beer, smelling gossip from a mile away. “Come on, spill.”
Soonyoung rats you out without an ounce of remorse:
“That maybe she won’t be coming to hangouts alone for much longer.”
“Aaaah” Jeonghan drags the sound out and points straight at you. “I knew it. She’s had her phone glued to her hand for weeks.”
“So do you, and I don’t see you dating anyone” you shoot back instantly, earning a few laughs.
Now you do feel it: the shift behind you. Cheol’s body pulls back slightly, like he’s sitting up. His knee stiffens next to your shoulder. You don’t need to see him to know his eyebrow just went up.
“What are you guys talking about?” he asks. His tone isn’t harsh, but it’s missing its usual lazy amusement.
You pretend it’s nothing.
“Nothing. People making stuff up” you answer, stuffing a cold fry in your mouth.
“‘People’ with names and faces?” Jeonghan is already thriving. He drops onto the couch right next to Cheol and nudges him with his elbow. “Your best friend’s got a suitor.”
“He’s not a ‘suitor” you protest, air-quoting. “He’s just… some guy who comes to the café.”
“A handsome-guy-who-comes-to-the-café-and-asked-for-her-number” Soonyoung adds mercilessly.
This time, you do look at Cheol. He’s got his beer halfway to his lips, eyebrow raised, eyes slightly narrowed.
“And this has been going on since when?” he asks, like he’s handling schedule changes, not something that might actually bother him.
But you know better. You know him.
You shrug.
“Not long, really. It’s nothing serious.”
“It is something” Jeonghan sing-songs. “Our girl’s growing up.”
“Shut up,” you throw a cushion at him.
Cheol doesn’t say anything else, but you feel his hand stop playing with your hair. For the rest of the night he still talks, still laughs, still joins in. But there’s something… off.
Like a new space between your bodies, even though you’re physically just as close.
The night ends like usual: people yawning, half-heartedly cleaning up, empty promises of “next time at my place.”
As usual, Cheol offers to walk you home.
“I’ll go with you” he says, standing and brushing crumbs off his shirt.
“You don’t have to” you reply out of habit.
“It’s never ‘have to” he tosses his keys in your direction and smiles sideways. “Come on, get up.”
You both head out into the cool night air. It feels clean after the smell of food and too many people in a small space.
You walk in silence for a few meters. It’s a strange silence: no music, no immediate jokes, no easy laughter.
You break it first.
“You’re really quiet.”
“So are you” he answers, hands in his jeans pockets.
You stare ahead, then glance sideways at him.
“Jeonghan’s an idiot, you know that.”
“Yeah, but he’s right about one thing today” he says, still not looking at you.
“About what?”
“That you should’ve told me about the… ‘non-suitor” he air-quotes. “That sounds like ‘Important News My Best Friend Should Know.’”
You bite the inside of your cheek. You’d done it on purpose: not telling him until you were sure it was something. Now you feel like you’ve hidden something serious.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you,” you start. “It’s just…”
“It’s just what.”
“It’s just I didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that might be nothing. He asked me out once, I liked him, that’s it.”
“How many times have you gone out?” he asks. There’s no clear reproach in his tone, but the question is heavy.
You hesitate a second.
“A couple. Three.”
“‘A couple, three’” he repeats under his breath, letting out a humorless laugh. “So you’ve been seeing him for a while.”
You stop, making him stop too.
“Cheol, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t say ‘nothing.’ I know you.”
“Exactly” he finally looks at you, his eyes dark under the streetlight. “And since you do, you know what I’m worried about.”
“That he’s a serial killer? A stalker? That he doesn’t like ramen?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.
“That he’ll hurt you” he replies without missing a beat. “That he’ll get bored, play with you, get your hopes up and then disappear. Those types of guys… you know how they are.”
Your first reaction is feeling… touched, in a good way. He’s protecting you. The second is a small sting.
“Not all guys are like some you’ve hooked up with” you say.
“Yeah, but I’d bet anything he doesn’t know who you really are” he snorts. “He just sees that you’re pretty, funny, easy to talk to, and…”
“And what?” you cross your arms.
“And that’s it. He doesn’t know you stay up editing videos until three a.m., that you stress over small things, that you laugh when you’re nervous. He doesn’t know you freeze when someone looks at you too directly. He doesn’t—” he cuts himself off, like he just realized he said too much.
Something tightens in your chest. Part of you wants to smile and say “wow, you know me way too well, it’s scary.” Another part bristles.
“And what about you?” you fire back. “What do you do when you hook up with someone at a bar, huh? Give them a compatibility test before you kiss them?”
“It’s not the same” he frowns.
“Of course it is, Cheol. I’m allowed to go out with someone without it being some epic love story” your voice rises against your will. “I don’t need your approval.”
He takes a step back, like your words physically pushed him.
“I didn’t say you did.”
“Well, you’re judging him without even knowing him.”
“I don’t care about him” he snaps, and you go silent for a second. “I care about you.”
There it is. The line that knocks everything sideways.
You look at him, chest rising and falling a bit faster, a strange mix of anger and something you shouldn’t be feeling in this context.
“Then trust me” you say more softly. “If it goes wrong, it goes wrong. I’ve broken on my own before.”
“That’s exactly what I don’t want” he murmurs. “For you to break again.”
You start walking again, slower this time. The tension hasn’t disappeared; it’s just changed shape.
He half-switches the subject, telling you a story from work, like nothing happened. You play along, laughing, clinging to the familiar normalcy.
But that night, when you walk into your place and close the door, you lean back against it for a second in silence.
In your head, his line plays on loop:
“I don’t care about him. I care about you.”
And without meaning to, you start wondering what bothered you more: his reaction… or how much you cared about what he thought.
Things with the café guy move forward… “fine,” at least on the surface.
It’s not perfect, but:
He texts you almost every day.
You have a favorite restaurant.
It’s not weird anymore when he sleeps over some weekends.
Your friends know him.
The group has heard about him a thousand times, though they haven’t seen him much.
On paper, you should be calm. Content, even. Not head-over-heels, but comfortable.
The problem is that every time you think about how “fine” everything is, another face shows up in your mind. Cheol’s, with that frown he gets when something doesn’t fit right.
Cheol hasn’t vanished, but he’s shifted places in your life, like someone rearranged the furniture without asking.
Before:
He’d text you anytime.
He’d show up with ramen or ice cream unannounced.
You’d end up with your head on his shoulder on any couch, in any house.
Now:
He asks more: “are you busy?”, “are you with him?”, “I’ll call later, it’s fine.”
He drops by your place less.
At hangouts, when you and your guy are both there, he tries to sit somewhere else. Tries.
It’s not something the others don’t pick up on.
One afternoon at Mingyu’s place, Jeonghan drops down next to you on the couch while you’re watching Cheol across the room chatting with Seungkwan.
“So, you’ve got yourself a boyfriend and you’ve abandoned our leader” Han comments, elbowing you.
“Shut up” you answer, but the joke doesn’t land fully. “I haven’t abandoned anyone.”
“I don’t blame you” he shrugs, with that light tone you know hides intent. “If I had a partner, I’d be glued to them too.”
“I’m not glued to anyone” you roll your eyes. “We barely see each other, we both work a lot.”
“Right, right” he drags the word out, clearly not convinced. “Meanwhile, the other guy is climbing the walls.”
You follow his gaze. It’s pointed straight at Cheol.
“Don’t talk crap” you mutter. “He’s fine.”
“Sure” Jeonghan laughs. “That’s why he hasn’t looked directly at you in twenty minutes.”
“You’re exaggerating” you cross your arms.
“I’ll just say one thing” he leans in a little closer. “The day you really see him, you’re going to feel it in your bones.”
“Han.”
“What?” he raises his hands. “I’m not saying when. Could be today, could be in six months. Or maybe you need him to have a girlfriend first.”
The word “girlfriend” gets stuck in your chest.
You let out a disbelieving snort.
“Cheol with a girlfriend” you repeat, like it’s some abstract concept. “I can’t picture it.”
“Start practicing” Jeonghan replies calmly. “Statistically, he’s due. And you know how he is: if he decides to take care of someone, he really takes care of them.”
You say it on reflex, without thinking:
“He’s not going to take care of anyone the way he takes care of me.”
The sentence comes out too sure. Too… yours.
Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, very pleased.
“We’ll see about that.”
You leave it there, uncomfortable. But the seed is planted.
You don’t know the exact moment when something snaps in Cheol.
Maybe it’s one night you cancel ramen because your guy “had a bad day” and you want to stay with him. Maybe it’s after a petty text argument between you and Cheol. Maybe it’s just the build-up of watching you leave the house dressed up while he stays home with leftovers.
Either way, one day the group finds out at once:
“Cheol’s bringing someone,” Seungkwan announces in the chat.
“HAAAA 😂” writes Soonyoung. “I don’t believe it.”
“Pics or it didn’t happen,” Minghao.
“It’s real,” Jeonghan adds. “I’ve seen her.”
“And?” Mingyu asks.
“She’s cute. Young. Pretty deep in the industry. They get along well.”
You read it all from your couch, phone in hand, your guy next to you watching a show you’re not paying attention to.
“Cheol’s bringing someone.”
The screen suddenly feels too bright.
Your guy speaks:
“What’re you looking at?”
“Nothing” you lock your phone fast. “Just the group, dumb stuff.”
You face the TV, but you don’t see anything. You only hear your own thoughts:
“Cute. Young. Deep in the industry. They get along well.”
You shouldn’t feel anything. Not that type of thing.
In theory, this is good for you both: you with your life, him with his, each happy, still friends. That’s what you always said you wanted.
But there’s this tiny thorn wedged somewhere between your stomach and your heart that grows every time you picture Cheol with someone who isn’t you.
Someone he’ll make food for, buy ramen for, text “did you get home safe?” to.
You catch yourself thinking:
“Cute. Young. In his world. Of course. It makes more sense than me.”
And you hate yourself a little for comparing.
One afternoon, you swing by their studio. You were nearby and thought you’d say hi. You didn’t text ahead, like always.
When you go in, Jeonghan is sprawled on a couch with his phone in his face, and Cheol is sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, staring at something on his screen.
“Surprise inspection” you announce, poking your head in.
“The boss is here” Han says without looking up. “Hide the incriminating evidence, Cheol.”
“Shut up” Cheol turns his head toward you and his face softens. “Come here.”
You sit beside him on the floor, back against the wall too. He tilts his phone a bit toward you.
“Look at this” he shows you some dumb video someone sent.
The three of you laugh for a while. It feels good. Almost like before. Almost.
Until his phone rings again. Not a text this time—a call. He looks at the screen and the corner of his mouth lifts a little in a way you only see in profile.
“I’ll be right back” he says, standing to answer outside. His voice when he says “hello” is different from the one he uses with you.
Jeonghan wiggles his fingers in the air like he’s playing a tiny violin.
“Nice soundtrack, huh?”
“Is that her?” you ask, unable to fully hide it.
“Who else?” Han sits up a bit. “God, you’re loving this, aren’t you?”
You shoot him a sharp look.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re chewing the inside of your cheek” he points out. “And your foot is bouncing on its own.”
“I’m restless because you’re unbearable.”
“Sure. Not because your ‘best friend’ is talking to his new girl three meters away.”
You don’t answer. You look toward the door Cheol went through, trying not to hear the distant sound of his laugh in the hall.
“She’s nice” Jeonghan says, more neutral. “Really.”
“I’m glad” you manage, not even sure how you sound.
“And she’s a big fan of yours, by the way.”
“Of me?” you blink.
“Of your stuff. Your socials. She’s watched a ton. She was nervous about meeting you.”
Something tightens even more inside you.
“A fan of yours.”
“Younger.”
Everything fitting in all the expected ways.
“You should be happy” Jeonghan watches you. “If it really were as simple as ‘everyone has their own person,’ this would be healthy as hell.”
“Yeah” you answer. “Super healthy.”
He smiles, but without humor.
“The problem” he says quietly, “is that it’s not simple. And you know it.”
Before you can snap back, Cheol comes in again. He pockets his phone and sits back down beside you, just as close as always. He smells like his usual cologne. But now, that closeness weighs differently.
“What were you talking about?” he asks, oblivious.
“Nothing” Jeonghan says, enjoying the double meaning. “Just about how balanced your life is lately.”
Cheol gives him a suspicious look but doesn’t push. He turns to you.
“You staying for a bit?”
“Yeah” you say. Not because you’re particularly comfortable, but because you don’t know where else to be.
You’re not there when Cheol consciously decides to “date” this girl for real. But you hear the secondhand version from the worst possible source.
“He said he wants to really give it a try” Mingyu tells you one random afternoon while you’re grabbing food together after a shoot you dropped by to watch.
You try to keep your tone neutral.
“With her?”
“Who else?” he laughs. “She’s nice, you’ll like her. Don’t make that face.”
“What face?” you frown.
“That one. The ‘I don’t know why I hate hearing this, but I’m going to pretend I’m thrilled’ one,” he mimics.
You stuff food into your mouth to buy time.
“I’m just surprised” you say eventually. “He recently said he didn’t have time for anyone.”
“Well, love’s like that” Mingyu waves his hand dramatically. “It shows up, messes you up, and suddenly there is time.”
The word “love” grates on you. You can’t picture Cheol in love with someone you barely know. You don’t want to. But the thought that he might be “making room” for someone else lodges itself in your brain all day.
That night, when you’re on the couch with your guy, you see Cheol online and… don’t text him. A few weeks ago, you’d have sent a meme, a voice note, something dumb. Tonight, nothing.
You don’t know who started creating distance first, but you’re both getting better at it.
After that, the little clashes begin.
He’s bothered by things your guy does and says.
You’re bothered by things you see in his thing with her.
Neither of you admits why.
Like one night, you all go out. You arrive with your boyfriend. Cheol arrives with her.
She is, objectively, cute. Well-dressed but not over the top, knows how to move in that world, greeting everyone politely. When she sees you, her eyes light up.
“Finally, I get to meet you” she says, giving you a soft hug. “I’ve watched so much of your stuff. I love it.”
“Thank you” you respond, a bit awkward. “Cheol’s talked about you.”
It’s true. He’s mentioned little things. Where she works, how they keep bumping into each other, that she’s “fun.” The “very young” part you fill in yourself.
You situate yourself between your guy and her at one end of the table, with Cheol on the other side. At one point, everyone’s talking at once, and you notice—once again—that when Cheol laughs, he’s looking at you. Not at her. Not at anybody else. You.
Jeonghan, obviously, notices.
“This is a circus” he mutters, bending down next to you to ask if you want another drink.
“Excuse me?” you look at him.
“You jealous of her, him jealous of your guy, and those two blissfully clueless…” he tsks. “If I recorded this, they’d give me an award.”
You glare.
“I’m not jealous of anyone.”
“Sure” he sings. “And I’m shy.”
Eventually, the whole group starts including all the partners more and more often. And the big idea comes up:
Book a simple restaurant.
Get everyone together with all the boyfriends and girlfriends for a chill dinner.
Make it all more formal, with jokes and intros.
You’re secretly excited. For several reasons:
You want to properly introduce your boyfriend to the group.
You want to see with your own eyes how Cheol is with her in a “couple” context in front of everyone.
And some twisted part of you wants to prove you’re doing fine too, that you’ve “moved on” as well.
The days leading up to the dinner, though, you’re weird. Stupid fights with your guy (“you’re never available,” “you’re always with them”), stupid fights with Cheol over text (“you didn’t answer me all day,” “I was busy, sorry”).
After a few days, the big dinner arrives where everyone gets to know each other. The place isn’t anything fancy. A cozy restaurant with wooden tables, warm lights, and background music no one’s actually listening to. But tonight, for you, it feels bigger, louder, more… final.
You arrive with your boyfriend. You walk in on his arm, laughing at something he just said, trying to be present. For a moment, you manage it.
Until you see Cheol.
He’s standing by a long table, laughing with Mingyu, hands in his pockets. Next to him, she’s there. Gorgeous in a simple dress that fits her Gorgeous in a simple dress that fits her perfectly, hair down. When she sees you, she smiles genuinely.
“Here they are, the lovebirds” Soonyoung sings as he greets you with an over-the-top clap.
“You’re unbearable” you answer, but you’re too busy watching the way Cheol’s eyes have landed on you.
In that second when your gazes lock, the noise of the restaurant seems to dim. His eyes travel slowly from your shoes up to your dress, your hair, your mouth. Not in a crude way, more like he’s unconsciously taking inventory: what you’re wearing, how your lipstick looks, the way you’re standing.
His girl turns slightly toward him.
“Shall we go say hi?” she asks, kind as ever.
Then everything speeds up again.
You all come closer. Your boyfriend greets with a confident smile, a handshake, a light joke. You hug Jeonghan, Mingyu, everyone. When you reach Cheol, there’s a half-second of awkwardness between going for cheek kisses or just waving.
He ends up leaning in and hugging you. It’s short, but firm. He smells like his usual cologne.
“You look pretty” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear.
“You don’t look bad yourself” you answer, half joking.
She steps forward.
“Hi again” she smiles. “I’m really glad you came.”
“Me too” you say. “I wanted to see you together.”
The words taste strange coming out, but no one seems to notice.
You all sit. The couples try to sit together at first, but the table’s long, there are dishes, chairs, waiters. Jeonghan watches the chaos with a fox-like grin.
“Okay, this is a disaster” he says, clapping once. “We’re doing this properly or we’re gonna run out of space.”
He literally starts moving chairs.
“You here, you there…” he nudges you gently toward a seat. “You, sit here. Cheol, next to her.”
“Why don’t I sit there?” your boyfriend asks, confused.
“So you don’t fall asleep as a couple” Jeonghan improvises. “If you all sit glued together you’ll ignore everyone else and this’ll look like a boring married-people dinner. Mix it up, mix it up.”
He places the couples strategically:
You and Cheol side by side, facing Mingyu and Soonyoung.
Your boyfriend further down, next to Cheol’s girl.
She ends up right across from her own boyfriend… with your guy at her side.
“Total coincidence.”
You send Jeonghan a look that clearly says “I’m going to murder you.” He just winks.
Dinner starts with silly stories, food, jokes. It’s easy to laugh. Cheol is very close, his shoulder centimeters from yours, his knee brushing yours from time to time “by accident.” Whenever you turn to say something, you find him already looking at you.
You talk like always:
“Remember when you almost burned down my kitchen with the ramen?” you tease.
“That wasn’t my fault, it was the stove” he defends himself.
“Sure” you pop another bite into your mouth. “The stove turned itself on, right.”
“I’m not going to defend myself in front of witnesses” he laughs.
The others glance over, smile, and then go back to what they’re doing. They’re used to this.
Your partners, not so much.
At one point, you hear your guy laughing at something Cheol’s girl just said.
“It’s true, he’s so absentminded” she says about Cheol. “Once he left his phone in the car and spent an hour looking for it.”
“I believe it, I believe it” your boyfriend replies. “I have to keep an eye on this one too,” he points at you, laughing. “Her head’s always somewhere else.”
You look at them and force a smile.
“It’s my brand” you say. “Head in the clouds.”
Cheol glances sideways with a tiny smirk.
“Your head is everywhere except where it should be” he mutters, just for you.
“Same for you” you shoot back. “You’re always everywhere and nowhere at once.”
“Well” he shrugs. “Someone’s got to manage the chaos.”
The food goes on. So do the drinks.
Sometime between the main and dessert, Jeonghan stands up and taps the table lightly to get attention.
“This is way too calm” he announces. “And since I’m not in the mood to get more drunk, we’re playing a game.”
“God” Wonwoo groans. “Not your games again.”
“Oh, shut up, you love my games” Han’s already asking the waiter for paper and pens. “We’re doing a sort of Pictionary with charades.”
He explains, dramatic as always:
“In pairs. One stands with their back to the other. The rest of us write things on little papers and stick them on their back. Their partner sees it and has to act it out—no talking—so they can guess what it says. Got it?”
“No” Seungkwan says.
“Doesn’t matter, you’ll get it.”
And then he drops the bomb, with an innocent smile:
“I’m picking the pairs.”
Of course.
He starts assigning people, pointing:
“You with you… you with you…” he arranges them strategically. “Let’s see… _ and Cheol, obviously, because otherwise this is a crime against entertainment.”
“Why ‘obviously’?” you protest, though you’re already smiling.
“Because you two are this group’s comedy duo and I’m bored of your ‘we’re nothing’ act” he says casually. “Up, both of you.”
“I wanna play with her” your boyfriend adds, half joking, half not.
“You will, next round” Jeonghan lies. “Let me enjoy this first.”
Cheol stands without arguing. He reaches a hand out to pull you up. You take it, feeling the heat of his palm and how he holds you for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
They put you in the middle, your back to him, everyone else around writing on little sheets, folding them and sticking them to your back with tape while you laugh because Mingyu’s manhandling you like you’re a mannequin.
“Don’t make it impossible” you protest.
“Trust your partner” Jeonghan says, winking at Cheol.
First round. Cheol steps in front of you, looks at your back, and snorts.
“Shit” he mutters.
“What?” you try to turn.
“Staaay still” he grabs your shoulders gently and straightens you. “Okay, watch.”
He starts miming.
First he acts like he’s lifting something heavy, hunched over, pushing forward. Then he puts a hand on his chest, silently screams, overacting like crazy. After that, he points at Wonwoo, then at Mingyu, then at you, then smacks his own forehead, exasperated.
You’re cracking up.
“Are you… lifting weights? Are you Mingyu at the gym?” you guess.
He shakes his head and repeats the motions. Hand over heart, hand to forehead, a big “I’m so done with this” gesture.
Then it clicks.
“You’re… you taking care of everyone?” you say.
Cheol nods like crazy, points at your back.
“You’re ‘dad of the family’?” you keep going. He wavers, giving you an “almost” sign.
Another word comes to mind.
“Are you ‘Daddy Cheol’?”
The whole group explodes.
Jeonghan claps.
“She got it!” he yells. “It literally says ‘desperate Dad Cheol.’”
“Idiots” Cheol laughs, but he’s clearly proud you got it so fast.
Next paper.
This time, when he reads it, he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head like “you assholes.”
He steps closer than the game requires, looks into your eyes for a moment like he’s sizing you up, then starts.
He points to himself, lifts his hands like he’s directing a group, points at the ceiling, mime-distributes something. Suddenly, he switches it: he comes up to you, points at you, taps his chest a few times, then points at you again.
After that, he wraps his arms around invisible air next to him. Rests his cheek against nothing, with an expression of complete peace.
Your heart jumps a little, but you keep your face straight.
“Okay…” you think out loud. “You’re… you, with the group? Leader?”
He half nods, half shakes his head. “Yes but no.” He points again, hugs the invisible shape by his side, this time a little closer to you.
You can sense everyone holding their breath, waiting.
The answer comes out by itself.
“‘Safe place’?” you say first, instinctively.
Cheol freezes for a second. That isn’t what’s written on the paper, but the phrase hits him as hard as it hits you.
Jeonghan clears his throat behind you.
“That’s not what it says, but I kinda wanna applaud” he says, half amused, half moved.
Cheol straightens, shakes his head, and keeps miming—repeating the leader gestures, the caring, the side-hug.
Then you see it.
“‘Favorite person’?” you ask, half joking, half serious.
Silence stretches for a couple long seconds.
Cheol goes completely still, eyes locked on yours. Then, very slowly, he nods.
“It says ‘his best friend’” Wonwoo cuts in, flashing the paper and breaking the tension.
Everyone laughs, makes over-the-top “awww” noises. Jeonghan gives you a look, one eyebrow way up.
You turn back to Cheol, unable to stop your smile.
“I nailed it anyway” you say, voice a bit softer.
“Always” he answers without looking away.
And the rounds keep going.
Every phrase they slap on your back, he gets with you in seconds:
A miserable reference to one of your videos.
An inside joke about ramen.
A gesture only you two understand from one particular night.
You laugh, high-five, grab his forearm without thinking every time you almost fall over from laughing too hard. For a while, you genuinely forget anyone else exists, forget your partners are there, watching.
They play too.
Your guy and Cheol’s girl team up for another round. They get along pretty well. She laughs at his jokes, he tries a bit too hard to be funny. Jeonghan watches it all with that twisted little grin, like he knows something isn’t as innocent as it looks.
And in reality, something is happening.
While you’re in the middle of the room mid-charade with Cheol, your boyfriend and Cheol’s girl hang back a bit, sharing a pen, laughing. He tosses her a joke, she throws one back, and at some point later, when everyone’s shuffling chairs to look at dessert menus, he asks for her number “to send her the game app” they sometimes use.
She hesitates a second, then gives it to him, because in her head it’s harmless. He doesn’t think twice about it either.
You don’t see any of this. Neither does Cheol.
For you, the night ends with a “we crushed it” feeling and a warm buzz in your chest—you’ve spent the night right where you wanted to be: with him, like always, functioning effortlessly.
When it’s over and everyone’s crowding in the doorway of the restaurant—hugs, cheek kisses, “text you later,” “we have to do this again”—your guy wraps an arm around your waist.
“You coming?” he asks, meaning, “to my place.”
“I’m going to say bye,” you answer, looking at Cheol, who’s a bit further back talking to Mingyu and Jeonghan.
Your eyes meet again. He walks over, hands in his pockets.
“Going with him?” he nods toward your boyfriend.
“Yeah” you answer. “You with her?”
“Yeah.”
There’s this short, awkward silence, and at the same time, it’s heavy. You should just say something light. A “see you,” a joke.
Instead, you both blurt out at once:
“I had a really good time tonight.”
You laugh a little at the timing.
“It felt like before” you add, before you can stop yourself.
“Like always” he corrects.
Your boyfriend calls from the curb.
“Are we going?”
“Coming” you reply, not taking your eyes off Cheol.
His girl touches his arm, smiling.
“Shall we?”
“Yeah, one sec” he says, but he doesn’t stop looking at you either.
You hug. Fast. Only it’s not that fast. He squeezes a bit harder than he should. You hold onto his back for a heartbeat longer.
“Get some rest” he murmurs into your hair.
“You too” you whisper back.
Then you both let go and head in opposite directions, with this strange feeling: happy, but with an unease you don’t know where to put.
What neither of you knows is that while you get in the car with your guy and Cheol leaves with her, the foundations of your other relationships have just cracked a little more:
Your boyfriend has her number in his pocket.
She’s starting to realize Cheol was way too focused on you.
And all of that is going to blow up very soon.
You go upstairs to your place together like a hundred times before. He instinctively reaches for the key to open your door for you.
“I’ve got it” you mutter, taking it a little more sharply than you meant to.
You open up. Your place smells like your perfume and the candles you lit in a rush before leaving. You drop your bag on the usual chair, kick off your shoes, walk toward the living room.
He stays by the door for a few seconds, hands in his pockets. You feel his eyes on your back.
“Are you really going to pretend nothing happened?” he finally says.
You turn around.
“What are you talking about?”
“Tonight” he steps closer. “The way you were with Cheol.”
You let out a tired sigh.
“Don’t start, please. I’m exhausted.”
“Well, I’m done” his tone isn’t soft anymore. “So done.”
He comes to the center of the room.
“You wanna know how you looked to me?” he asks. “Like I wasn’t even there. Like you went to that dinner with him and I was some random extra who tagged along.”
“That’s not fair” you say, folding your arms. “I was with you too.”
“Oh yeah? When?” he laughs, humorless. “Between Pictionary rounds, while you were plastered to him laughing like you were dying? When you couldn’t take your eyes off his face?”
Your cheeks burn.
“It was a game, for God’s sake. We were all—”
“No. We weren’t all” he cuts in. “It was you two. And the rest of us orbiting around you.”
His words hit deeper than you want to admit.
“He’s my friend” you repeat, like a mantra. “My best friend. You’ve known that from day one.”
“I know” he nods. “What I didn’t know is that he was always going to be the center of your fucking universe.”
The sentence lands heavy.
“Don’t say stupid things.”
“Stupid things?” he steps closer, hands tense. “Do you know how many times you said ‘Cheol’ tonight? Do you know the face you make when he talks? It’s a face I’ve never seen pointed at me. Not once.”
Your stomach flips.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m finally opening my eyes” he laughs bitterly. “And it hurts, okay? It hurts to stand here in YOUR place and feel like a guest.”
You want to lash back, but you only manage to defend yourself.
“You were pretty comfy with her too” you shoot. “I saw it. I saw you.”
“Because she’s nice” he replies without hesitation. “And because for a while, I felt like someone actually saw me.”
“I see you” you say, hurt.
“No. You see him” he throws back. “You filter everything through him. What you like, what you don’t, what you do, what you don’t do.”
“That’s not true” you whisper.
He stares at you.
“Really?” he says, softer. “Can you look at me and say you’ve never thought about what Cheol would think of me? Of this? Of us?”
You’re silent. He takes that as his answer.
“Look at you” he continues, no longer yelling, just wounded. “You can’t separate your life from him. And I don’t want to be the third wheel in a relationship that’s supposed to be for two people.”
“We’re not in a three-person relationship” you say. “This is about you and me.”
“Then prove it” he challenges. “Tell me right now that if he said ‘come with me,’ you’d stay here.”
The question freezes you. Not because you have a solid answer, but because you don’t.
You stumble.
“It’s not that simple…”
“For me it is” he shakes his head. “And I think I’ve got my answer.”
He moves toward the door.
“What are you doing?” your heart is pounding.
“What I should’ve done ages ago” he says, grabbing his jacket. “I’m not going to compete with something you won’t even admit exists.”
He stops in the doorway for a second, not looking back.
“I hope you figure yourself out” he adds more softly. “For you. And for him, since he’s apparently the main character in your life.”
He leaves. The door shuts with a dull thud.
You stand in the middle of the living room, barefoot, still in your dress, feeling the echo of his words bounce off the walls.
“I’m not going to compete with something you won’t even admit exists.”
Your hands are shaking. You drop onto the couch, bury your face in your hands. You don’t fully cry, but your eyes sting.
On pure reflex, you reach for your phone.
Your fingers move before your brain can overthink:
“Are you awake?”
You send it to Cheol.
Silence.
You see him pop up “online” for a few seconds… and vanish. No reply.
Anxiety creeps up your throat.
You type another:
“I know it’s late. I just… can you tell me everything’s going to be okay?”
Send. Turn the screen off. On. Off again.
Nothing.
You don’t know that, right now, he’s in a car arguing.
Cheol’s driving. She’s in the passenger seat, arms crossed, looking out the window.
The silence has been unbearable for several minutes before she breaks it.
“Do you realize how that dinner went?” she asks, still not looking at him.
“It was fine” he answers automatically.
“It was fine for you two” she clarifies. “For the rest of us… not so much.”
His hands tighten on the wheel.
“Can we not start this too?”
“Start what, ‘this too’?” she turns toward him, hurt. “Cheol, do you really expect me to pretend I didn’t see the same thing everyone saw?”
“What did you see?” he takes a deep breath.
She lets out a humorless laugh.
“Two people who are supposedly with someone else… and who didn’t let go of each other all night. Two people who look at each other like the rest of us shouldn’t even be there. You and her, playing, laughing, touching. And me, right there, trying not to feel invisible.”
He shakes his head, defensive.
“You’re important to me.”
“I don’t doubt that” she says. “But she’s more important. You don’t say it. You show it. And actions hurt way more than words.”
Red light. He brakes.
“She’s my best friend” he repeats, wearing the phrase thin. “I can’t act like she isn’t.”
“I know” she whispers. “And I’m not asking you to erase her. But…”
“But what.”
“But I can’t be your second choice” she says slowly. “I can’t be with someone whose first impulse, when he’s happy, pissed, upset… is always her.”
The light turns green. He hits the gas.
In the back seat, his phone vibrates. It’s your first message. He doesn’t hear or see it yet.
She keeps going:
“This isn’t normal, Cheol.”
“What’s not normal?” he snaps, voice rising.
“What you two feel” she says, eyes on his profile. “What you feel for her. What she feels for you. And worst of all: what you both refuse to admit.”
The words hang, heavy.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about” he mutters, mostly to himself.
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m talking about” she replies. “Because I’ve been there. I’ve been in love with my best friend. I know how it looks from the outside. And I know how it feels to be the one who came too late.”
He swallows.
“I don’t want to hurt you” he says, knuckles white on the wheel.
“You already are,” she says sadly. “And you’re hurting yourself too. And her.”
You pull up outside her place. He parks, pulls the handbrake.
Silence again.
She unbuckles her seatbelt slowly.
“I don’t want to make a scene” she adds. “But I think you need to think. Without me around.”
“That’s not…” he starts.
She cuts him off with a small, sad smile.
“I love you, Cheol. I really do. Just not enough to sit and watch you love someone else without saying it.”
She opens the door, steps out. Before closing it, she adds:
“When you’re ready to be honest with yourself… with her… then you’ll be able to be honest with anyone.”
Door shuts. She walks toward her building without looking back.
Cheol stays in the car, hands still on the wheel, breathing hard, heart pounding.
That’s when he feels his phone vibrate again.
He grabs it. Sees your messages:
“Are you awake?”
“I know it’s late. I just… can you tell me everything’s going to be okay?”
All the air leaves his lungs.
He calls you immediately.
The sound of your ringtone in your empty living room startles you. You see his name on the screen and freeze half a second.
You swipe to answer.
“…Cheol?”
“I’m on my way” he says first, no greeting. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Hey, you don’t have to come, I just…” you begin, running on autopilot.
“I want to” he cuts in, firm. “I’m not leaving you alone if you need me.”
There’s no room to argue in his tone. Still, you try.
“What about her?” you ask, barely above a whisper.
“She went home” he says, not elaborating. “We fought.”
Silence. Yours, and his.
“Okay” you say at last. “I’ll wait.”
He hangs up. You check the time. You stand, not sure what to do with yourself. You change into something more comfortable, but you’re still wearing your makeup, your hair slightly ruined from the night. You turn on a small lamp in the living room. You turn off the TV you’d never really been watching.
Every sound in the stairwell makes you go look at the door.
When the doorbell finally rings, your heart jumps into your throat.
You open. He’s there: jacket, hair a little messy, eyes tired. He looks you over like he needs to reassure himself you’re okay physically.
“Hi” you say softly.
“Hi” he answers.
You both step inside. He closes the door behind him and stands there for a few seconds, not sure how close to get.
“What happened?” he asks eventually, in the gentlest tone he’s used all night.
You lean back against the sofa, needing something solid behind you.
“He left” you say. “We fought. A lot.”
You spill it in almost one breath, as if saying it makes it more real:
“He said I’m always thinking about you. That you’re the center of everything. That he doesn’t understand what he’s doing with me if I measure everything through you. That… that I don’t know what I feel. For him. For you.”
Your voice cracks on the last word.
Cheol closes his eyes for a moment, jaw clenched. When he opens them, there’s pain there, guilt, and something burning behind it.
“And you… what do you feel?” he asks carefully. “Not about him. About me.”
It sounds unfair. Still, you know it’s the only question that actually matters right now.
“I don’t know” you lie. Then you correct yourself. “Or I do know, but it scares me to say it.”
“Why?” he takes a step closer.
“Because this isn’t supposed to happen” your chest rises and falls faster. “Because we’ve spent two years saying we’re friends. That we’re fine like this. That we don’t want to ruin it. And right now… it feels like everything’s falling apart anyway.”
He swallows.
“She…” he begins, meaning his girl. “She said something similar. That tonight felt like being out with me and my ‘other half’ at the same time. That she can’t be a side character in our story.”
Your eyes meet when he says “our.”
“Maybe she’s right” you whisper.
“She is” he admits. “Just not in the way she thinks.”
Silence. He steps closer. You’re no longer half a room apart, you’re two steps away.
“Tell me the truth” he says. “Did it hurt seeing me with her tonight?”
“Yes” you answer, without thinking.
“Did it bother you that I didn’t sit next to you at first?”
“A lot.”
“Did you wish— even for a second— that I was the one going home with you after dinner?”
Your mind goes blank. Your body’s already responded; the guilt of what happened with your boyfriend is scorched over everything.
But in the end, you nod, slowly.
“Yes” you whisper. “I did.”
He takes a deep breath, like your confession is a physical blow.
“Me too” he admits. “I wanted to go with you. Take you home. Go in. Like always. Like before. And I couldn’t. And it pissed me off. So much I could barely look at anyone else.”
You step toward him, like he’s pulling you in.
“This is wrong” you say, but your voice is weak.
“This is the only thing that feels real right now” he says back, almost in a murmur.
Your eyes drop to his mouth for a second. He notices. His hands, tense at his sides, twitch.
“I’m scared” you confess, voice breaking. “Of losing you. Of crossing a line and there being no way back.”
“We crossed it a long time ago” he says. “We just refused to admit it.”
He’s right in front of you now. You can feel his breath, smell his cologne mixed with night, car, nerves.
“Tell me you don’t feel anything” he repeats. “Look at me and say all of this is crazy, that there’s nothing here but a confused friendship.”
You bite your lip.
You look at him. And you see years of shared stuff, laughter, ramen, late nights, fights, looks that now mean something entirely different. You see the one person who knows all of you.
You try to lie. You can’t.
“I can’t say that” you whisper. “Because it’s not true.”
Something in him breaks, audibly, even though there’s no sound.
He closes the last bit of space between you.
“Then…” his voice drops a register. “Let me, just once, not do the right thing.”
His hand comes up to your neck, fingers wrapping firmly but gently. The other lands on your waist, pulling you in.
You don’t stop him.
He kisses you.
It’s not tentative; it’s like he’s been waiting years for this and it all bursts out at once.
His mouth crashes into yours, urgent. He pulls you tightly into his chest, dragging you a half-step closer until your body fits against his. Your hands grab his shirt on instinct, then climb to his shoulders, his neck.
You open under him almost without thinking, letting him in, letting him set the pace. There’s anger there, hunger, and a fierce tenderness in the way his thumb strokes your jaw as if to take care even while he’s falling apart.
He kisses you like someone who’s been quiet too long.
You kiss him back the same. You cling to him, press closer, a soft sound escaping into his mouth when he gently pushes you back until your spine hits the living room wall. He follows, one arm on either side of your head, his body not pinning you but holding you up.
For a moment you both pull back just a fraction, breathing each other’s air.
“Fuck…” he mutters, resting his forehead against yours. “This is so wrong.”
Your fingers tangle in the hair at his nape, tugging him closer again.
“Then why does it feel so good” you whisper, before finding his mouth again.
The second kiss is slower, deeper. Less clumsy, more deliberate. You taste him, he tastes you; it’s new and yet stamped with the same familiar rhythm that’s always been between you.
His hands slide from your face to your hips, gripping harder, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. You feel the heat of his palms through your thin shirt, and without thinking, you arch into him, closing the space. The pressure of his body against yours pulls a sigh from you that dissolves into his mouth.
Cheol pulls back just an inch to look at you, eyes dark, breath uneven. His thumb brushes over your swollen lower lip.
“Tell me to stop” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Tell me to stop and I will. Right now.”
You shake your head, almost violently. Your fingers dig into his neck, pulling him back down.
“Don’t stop” you breathe, so softly it’s almost nothing. “Please.”
SYNOPSIS. in which you get dared to stand under the mistletoe.
PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (ft. seungcheol as reader's older brother, implied other members are there too)
GENRE. fluff, brother's best friend to lovers
WARNINGS. mild swearing, booseoksoon are menaces, light kissing
WORD COUNT. 1.5k
notes: for the "a very seventeen christmas" secret santa event by @camandemstudios! ho ho ho! this is your secret santa wheeboo speaking, and this fic is to be delivered to @soo0hee <3 i hope you enjoy hehe and have a wonderful christmas of your own!!!
"I dare Y/N to pick the most attractive person in the room and stand with them under the mistletoe."
Silence.
Utter silence at that.
Then a choked laugh rings out from someone𑁋probably Seokmin𑁋and you can feel fire burst out of your ears and swallow you whole. Your body sinks into the couch as the moments pass, feeling as if a million different pairs of eyes were all staring at you, waiting for you to do something.
"Are you serious right now?" You somehow muster up a chance to shoot a daggered glare right at Soonyoung, who was staring at you back so innocently.
You should have expected this, should have known better than to agree to join your friends' ridiculous game of truth or dare. But now, here you were. And as if the whole situation wasn't embarrassing enough, your eyes instinctively drift to Jeonghan across the room.
He was doing everything but being interested in the game, sitting on the couch right next to Seungcheol𑁋your older brother𑁋with his feet up on the coffee table and his arms crossed, rolling his eyes jokingly at whatever Seungcheol was saying.
Yoon Jeonghan, the boy who caught your eyes years ago when your brother brought him home for the first time. Yoon Jeonghan, the boy who used to ruffle your hair in the hallways back in high school and tease you about bombing your math exams, not realising how those little interactions meant to you. Yoon Jeonghan, the boy who never seemed to notice how much you'd grown since then, how much more you wanted him now.
Yoon Jeonghan, the boy who had always been lurking in the corners of your heart, but never fully in your reach. And you've accepted that fate a long time ago.
A lump forms in your throat. You already know this is going to be a disaster, especially with your friends staring at you like hawks, but it's not like you can choose someone else.
No, your eyes just had to gravitate straight to Jeonghan. Your brother's best friend.
Taking a deep breath, you find your feet begin to move on their own, dragging you across the room to where Seungcheol and Jeonghan were sitting.
You notice how calm Jeonghan is, how effortlessly relaxed he looks simply minding his own business, and it only seems to make everything worse, because you're about to do something that might just haunt you for the rest of your life.
When you approach closer, you hear the whispers of your friends behind your back. Jeonghan glances up from his spot on the couch, his brow raising upon your presence.
"Um..." You croak out nervously. "Hi."
It's just a game, You remind yourself. Just a game.
Jeonghan looks at you quizzically for a moment, and then his lips curl into a faint smile. But you don't detect any amusement in his features, any hint he might tease you senseless𑁋just a warm, easygoing expression that almost makes you forget why you're standing here.
"What's up?" he simply asks, and it's enough for you to beg the world to crush you.
"I, uh..." You seriously want to slap yourself in the face right now. "I pick you."
His eyes widen slightly, and your stomach ties itself into a knot.
"Me?" he questions.
"Uh, yeah." You nod quickly, dipping your head down guiltily. "We're supposed to... stand under the, um... mistletoe?"
Jeonghan doesn't answer right away, just glancing between Seungcheol's suspicious eyes towards the two of you and the mistletoe that stands proudly above the doorway to the living room.
Then he just fucking smirks.
"Well then," He takes his feet off the coffee table and stands up. "Lead the way."
Seungcheol opens his mouth to say something, but you're already walking away before he could get a word out. Each step feels heavier than the last as you trudge towards the stupid mistletoe, with Jeonghan casually following behind you.
When you reach the spot beneath the mistletoe, you stand there awkwardly, unsure of where to go from there. Jeonghan stands right in front of you, way closer than you anticipated, and you have to fight the urge to meet his eyes.
"So..." You turn back towards your friends. "Game over, right?"
"Of course not!" Seungkwan chimes in, shaking his head. "You still have to kiss, duh."
You're this close to kicking every single one of your friends in the shin.
"I𑁋That was not part of the dare!" You protest, face reddening. "You can't just𑁋"
"No takesie backsies!" Seokmin exclaims, and you give him your friendliest death glare.
You want to die. Or at least crawl into a hole and never come out. That would be nice right now.
"Y/N," he calls out to you, so quietly only you can hear. "It's okay. It's just a stupid dare, right?"
All the words that ache to tumble out of you immediately disperse when you meet his soft eyes. The way he's gazing at you has your legs feeling like jelly, your heart running marathons, your nervous façade crumbling just slightly. You almost forget about how your entire situation is put on display for everyone to watch.
"I won't bite, you know," Jeonghan muses playfully, yet when he catches the worried look on your face, his smirk fades away. "Y/N? Look at me."
You hesitate for a moment, before torturously lifting your head to look up at him. He's so pretty, especially up close, so close you can't help but flicker down to his lips for a second𑁋
"We can just get this over with, yeah?" His eyes hold yours even as he inches closer. "It'll be quick."
It's just a kiss, You tell yourself. Just a kiss.
"Okay," You murmur, feeling your feet root into the floor. "Okay."
Then when he gives you that smile again, you suddenly can't move. Jeonghan places one hand on your shoulder, another one coming up to hover closer to your cheek, though his warmth still seeps within even when he isn't fully touching you.
"Don't worry." He leans in more, his breath ghosting against your skin, and your eyelids flutter to a close. "It's just me."
Your heart pounds so loudly you're sure he can hear it. You can't see his face, but you know he's just a breath away from your mouth.
However, you also don't see the way he pauses right before your quivering lips, how his gaze roams over your face like he's studying you. You hear a chuckle.
"Cute."
Then before you can fully process, the softest touch of his lips land right at the corner of your mouth. It's gentle, light, lingering a few beats longer than necessary, and it's somehow more intimate than a kiss on the lips.
And then like a snap, it's over. Jeonghan pulls away from you slowly, the warmth from his touch spreading through your body like a wildfire. The room erupts into an obnoxious round of applause. You only stand there like a lost child, because the world and your damn brother now all know that you're hopelessly in love with Yoon Jeonghan.
And the worst part? It wasn't just a kiss in front of everyone𑁋he made it feel real.
"I..." You clear your throat, pursing your lips together. "I need a drink."
You're quick to dash towards the kitchen, away from your friends and Jeonghan.
Stepping into the kitchen, the cool air calms your flushed skin. You lean against the counter and let out a groan, burying your face in your hands, willing the heat to leave your face.
"Y/N?"
Shit.
"You okay?"
"No." You give a half-hearted laugh. "because now everyone and my brother knows I have a crush on you."
Jeonghan stands right next to you by the counter, tilting his head to get a better view of your face as he smirks amusedly. You roll your eyes, unable to grasp how much he seems to enjoy seeing you flustered.
"Seriously?" You frown. "You think this is funny? You𑁋"
"I think it's cute," Jeonghan interrupts confidently. "You're cute, and I'd rather kiss you properly than have it be from a stupid dare."
Your jaw drops to the floor, your brain short-circuiting, and you stare at him like he's just told you the most absurd thing in the world. And in a way, it is.
"Don't mess with me, Yoon Jeonghan."
"I'm not," Jeonghan responds affirmatively. "but it's fun watching you squirm."
You groan helplessly. "I hate you."
"No, you don't." He grins, the smugness oozing off him, and it's so infectious that you also smile, because he's right𑁋you don't. "Your brother can kill me for all I care, but..."
Jeonghan steps up to you until there's barely any space left between you two, reaching out to push back a strand of hair behind your ear. This time, when his lips meet yours, it's not a dare; not rushed or pressured, nor a product of your ridiculous friends’ antics. Though brief, it's deliberate, soft, like he's been waiting for this moment as long as you have.
When he pulls back, he shoots you a wink. "...I'll make this worth it for you."
And just like that, Yoon Jeonghan has you completely, hopelessly, irrevocably smitten. You can't decide if you want to slap him or kiss him again.
Before you could remotely question what the hell you just got yourself into, Seungcheol's unmistakable voice booms from the living room.
"Y/N! Jeonghan! Get your asses out here right now!"
Synopsis: When you complain to Jeonghan that love is dead, he shows you that you're absolutely wrong. You just needed to look in front of you.
Requested: a Jeonghan x reader comfort soft smut fic 🥺 Reader is insecure and feels unlovable, but Jeonghan confesses to her. sort of friends to lovers
Warnings: mdni, 18+, bff! Jeonghan, fools in love, friends-to-lovers, soft smut, oral (f. rec), tried to do some rom-com feels, Jeonghan is your knight in shiny armor, praise, pussy drunk! Jeonghan, love confessions!, college au
WC: 2.7K +
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
The phone rings twice before it gets picked up. You can hear a little rustling on the other end as you lie on your side, and something small swirls in your lower stomach as you gaze at your dorm room wall with a small pout.
“Angel,” Jeonghan’s voice filters low in your ear, and your eyes close as you curl into yourself a little more. “Where you at?”
Jeonghan had been one of your closest friends for years now, and when you’d had a day like yours, you couldn’t help but gravitate to him.
“In bed,” you mumbled, and your sock-covered foot poked the wall absentmindedly as more words rushed out before you could stop them. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” The confession drops something cold down your spine at the same time your cheeks flush, and your back straightens as you squeak in surprise that you really said that out loud. “I mean- I just, how was your day?”
You’re such a fucking loser you can’t help but roll your eyes, even as Jeonghan’s voice hums in your ear a little closer. You don’t know where he’s at; you probably should have checked his location before calling because he could be doing something important, but clearly your brain wasn’t thinking any of this through.
“Mine’s better now that you’ve called.” There is some rustling and footsteps before you hear a door close, and you can only imagine Jeonghan is now in his room. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asks, and your eyes flicker to the Polaroids of you and your friends you have hung up on your wall.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you huff, attempting to avoid the subject, and Jeonghan hums again, calling you out on your bullshit.
“Yeah, and the sky is orange.” You’d like to be a smart-ass and point out that that could be an actual possibility, but you don’t want to roll over to check and see if the sun is setting. Instead, you choose to whine in annoyance.
“Jeonghan.” You grumble and can hear him stifle a laugh as he says your name with a fondness that makes you remember why you called in the first place. Your smile dims, and your heart twists a little as you close your eyes. And like before, the words tumble out before you can stop them. “Am I unlovable?”
The silence that rings between you two makes you regret saying anything to your friend until you hear his desk chair creak like he sat up too fast. “What?”
You feel your ears burn, and you’re so glad Jeonghan isn’t here in person to see you say this, but it’s been rolling in your mind so long you need to let it all out. “Why does no one like me?” You ask and roll your eyes when Jeonghan speaks up.
“Well, I like you.” He’s basically contractually obligated to say that; he’s your friend, and you roll your eyes again even if his words warm you up inside.
“No, I mean-“ you groan from your lack of words and flip onto your back, staring at the ceiling with a furrowed brow and a heavy pout on your lips. “Like, I know the dating scene right now is disgusting. No one actually wants to date. Everyone wants to just hook up and hide from genuine feelings, but what happened to love? Am I ugly? I know my personality is great, but what happened to love!” Once you’ve started, you can’t seem to stop, so you ramble on without a single thought. “What happened to men standing outside the girl’s window with a boombox above their head? Confessing their love to one another. What happened to serenading a girl by lip syncing to a song across the bleachers in front of the football game!”
Okay, maybe you’ve been watching too many romantic movies lately, but that’s beside the point.
Your knees pull up, and your feet slide up your bed as you sigh. Your heart beats, and your eyes blink back the blurriness slowly blocking your vision. The loneliness washes over you bitterly, leaving you cold, and your voice softens into a whisper as you come full circle.
“Why doesn’t anyone want me?”
There’s a brief moment of silence that makes you almost check your phone to see if Jeonghan is still there before he speaks up through the receiver. “I’m coming over.” He says it so simply that you’re sitting up and shaking your head as if you could actually see you.
“No, don’t-“ you don’t need some pity hug, but Jeonghan cuts you off before you can continue.
“I’m coming over.”
Jeonghan lives about twenty minutes away from your dorm, but he gets there in ten minutes, surprising you. You hadn’t bothered to change from your pyjama shorts and oversized t-shirt, figuring you could convince Jeonghan everything was okay and he could go home, but all your thoughts get thrown out the window the moment you answer your door.
Jeonghan stands there, out of breath like he ran the whole way here, with a clump of leaves mixed with flowers in his hand. He’s got the roots and dirt dangling at the end, and you’re too stunned to speak because even though his hair seems a mess and his cheeks are a little flushed, he’s still handsome as ever.
“Hannie-“ you don’t know if you should laugh or cry as he makes a noise, shoving the clump of flowers in your direction.
“I love you.” He says, and his eyes anchor onto yours as your mouth drops open in shock. “I don’t own a boombox, and I’m not doing some flash mob unless you really want one, but I love you. Not just as friends, or something else. I love you.” He straightens up as he continues to speak, taking a step closer to you, and his body warms up yours as you are forced to look up at him in awe. “I loved you since the moment I met you, and I believe I will even after this. But you needed to know, and I wasn’t going to say it over the phone. I love you, and I want you.”
“What?” Your voice sounded muffled, like it was underwater, as you blinked up at your friend. You didn’t know what to say; too many thoughts were running through your mind, and you gasped as Jeonghan grabbed your waist, pulling you against him.
“I’m in love with you.”
Your eyes searched his for a moment, and your eyebrows furrowed more as you placed a hand on his chest. “Hannie, this isn’t funny.” You started, and Jeonghan quickly shook his head.
“I’m not playing with you-“
“Then why-“ the clump of flowers you’re convinced Jeonghan pulled from the campus lawn on his run here gets tossed over his shoulder just as he shuts the door behind him. His arm is still wrapped around your back, keeping you to him, and you’re very aware of how low his hand rests on the curve of your lower back.
“I was waiting for you to catch up. You want to date someone? Date me. You want someone to love you? I’m right here, Angel; you can do no better. I love you.”
His words wash over you a minute after he says them, and like the stupid rom-com films you watched on days you needed a pick-me-up, your world stills. Your eyes search for the smirk he usually displays when he’s playing around, but you are only met with dark brown eyes that simmer with earnestness.
He means it. He actually means it.
The same moment your world stills, it also fast-forwards so quickly, you aren’t entirely sure who moves first. Him or you? You may never know because one moment you’re giving a quick inhale, and the next your lips are crashing into his.
You feel Jeonghan wrap his arms around you, pulling you close while your hands twist into his hair to deepen the kiss. Both of you moan in unison, your feet stumbling backwards as your mind reels with all the new information you have gathered. A trail of clothes being taken off leads you to your bed, and your gasps and moans are met with low groans from Jeonghan, who can’t keep his hands off you.
You’d be lying if you said you never thought about this moment exactly. You’d been friends with Jeonghan for years, but you never really thought it’d be anything more than that. He was funny, charming, and smart. He was your person, the one person who had always been there, and it made you feel silly to not have noticed it before. Or maybe you just didn’t think he would feel the same, but now that the line has been crossed, there is no turning back now.
“I love you.” Your words come out as a gasp when Jeonghan pushes you back onto the bed, not wasting a second to crawl on top of you. You meet his eyes with your heart racing, and it skips a beat when he flashes you a grin as he ducks his head down to nudge your nose gently with his own, giving you a sweet kiss.
“Are you going to make me do a flash mob?”
Your laughter bubbles from your lips loudly when you process what he says, and your body immediately relaxes as your hand smacks his shoulder with a scoff. “Oh, shut up.” You laughed, and Jeonghan smirked, kissing your cheeks and lips before trailing his kisses down your throat.
“I’m just saying, I can talk to Hoshi if you need some grand gesture. He can come up with some choreo, I’m sure, and I’ll happily claim my love for you to a crowd of strangers if you need it.” He hums, amused, and his lithe fingers push your t-shirt higher. He’s pleased to find out you’re not wearing a bra, and your stomach flexes as your breasts get exposed to his hungry gaze.
“I’d rather you do something else right now,” you mumbled, and your cheeks flushed as Hannie gave you a hooded look. He’s down to just his boxers, his clothes littered throughout your dorm, and your legs squeeze his waist as he settles himself right between your soft thighs. From this position, you can feel his hard cock press against your panty-covered pussy, and your eyelashes flutter from how warm and thick he feels against you.
“Yeah?” His breath fans over one of your breasts, reeling you back from your own thoughts, and Jeonghan makes sure you’re looking at him when his warm tongue laps over your nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
Fuck.
Your back arches, and your legs fall open more as he sucks on your nipple, flicking his tongue with a hum as a new wave of arousal soaks your panties. You feel his fingers hook into the thin material, his tongue licking a path to your other breast as he tugs your panties down your legs, and then all you’re left in is your oversized t-shirt that is pushed just under your chin.
“Gorgeous,” Jeonghan murmurs and his warm hands push your knees up, exposing you intimately as he kneels back onto his knees before you. “So pretty for me.” he sucks in a dreamy sigh, like this is something he’s thought about constantly. His gaze burns down your body slowly, making the room rise in temperature, and when his eyes land on your drooling cunt, you almost have the urge to hide from his hungry stare.
“Jeonghan, please.” You don’t get the chance to move an inch before his palms are sliding down the back of your knees and over your inner thighs. His fingers part your puffy folds as another wave of your slick pools because of him, making your pretty pussy glisten as you watch his tongue roll over his lips in need.
“And you thought you were unlovable?” He scoffs, and your cheeks darken as he shakes his head at you. “Guess I’ll just have to show you otherwise.”
You watch with bated breath as he leans down, his lips curving up into a smirk as he keeps your knees up. The first kiss he places is on your inner thigh, his nose brushing along your sensitive skin as he gives your other thigh the same kiss right after. And then he flattens his tongue, licking his way up your thigh, and to your pretty cunt, groaning as your sweet slick coats his taste buds for the first time.
He swirls his tongue over your puffy clit, taking the nub between his lips, and your eyes roll back when he sucks lewdly, making your pussy weep in pleasure.
You had always known he had a silver tongue, but when he laps at your pretty pussy messily, you’re at a loss for words. Your fingers thread into his hair, bringing him closer, and his arms keep you from closing your legs, forcing you to take everything he gives as he becomes more pussydrunk by the second. “Knew you’d taste sweet, Angel.” He murmurs, and his thumbs spread your slick folds apart to give his tongue more room to explore.
He swirls his wet muscle around your entrance, teasing your gummy walls, and making you whine as his nose rubs against your clit with each obscene lick he gives. You can feel the warmth pooling in your stomach, and every noise you make only has Jeonghan slurping louder, filling the room with the noises of your moans and his tongue stuffing your cunt deliciously over and over again.
His mouth feels too good, he feels too good, and your tongue feels glued to the roof of your mouth, rendering you speechless. He reduces you into a puddle of noises that whimper from the back of your throat as your heels dig into his back, and Jeonghan moves when you do.
He follows every roll of your hips, keeping his mouth latched onto your addictive cunt as his hands reach up to cup your breasts, rubbing up your body, and keeping your legs over his shoulders while he brings your orgasm closer to the edge.
“H-Hannie!” Your gasps are increasing, and one of his hands grabs yours, intertwining your fingers with his as he messily shakes his head between your soft thighs, lapping at your cunt hungrily. “Oh! M’gonna cum! M’gonna cum, Hannie!”
Jeonghan groans, and with one hand holding yours, his other hand pushes your knee open wider. He holds you in place, flicking his tongue over your clit faster, and forces your orgasm to crash over you not even seconds later.
You squeal his name, your hips bucking upwards along his face as your eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. Your orgasm washes over you in waves, leaving you trembling, and Jeonghan moaning with you. He fucks you through it, lapping and slurping your slick like a man starved, prolonging your high with just his tongue before you’re pulling on his hair to get him to back off.
And when he does, his face from the nose down is covered in your arousal, and his smirk is smug as you try to catch your breath.
You watch with heavy eyes as he licks his lips triumphantly, and it’s then that you notice his thumb rubbing comforting half-circles on your inner ankle as your eyes blink up at him. “You get it now, Angel?” He hums, and you shiver as he trails his hand up your leg, gathering the wetness of your orgasm and spreading it over your puffy folds with a gleam in his eyes. “Or do you need me to keep showing you?”
Your heart flutters and your thighs twitch as he rubs sloppy hearts into your clit, slowly building you back up with each swirl of his fingertips.
Your eyes flicker from his forearms flexing between your sticky thighs and down to the prominent bulge in his boxers. He’s still hard, and there is a noticeable wet patch blooming that makes your mouth water. Your lips curve up in a teasing grin, and you tilt your hips up, enticing Jeonghan as you murmur, “I think I need more convincing - can you show me more?”
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How the hell was it possible that the most innocent person you knew was a fucking degenerate? He, being one of the sweetest and kindest people you've ever met, trespassing on your property, stealing your belongings to give himself some pleasure, is not something you would expect from him.
Girl taste my love every single last drop
Won't be satisfied baby 'til you begging me to stop
Oops, there he go it's that boy again
I mean that cocky motherfucker all he do is win
I mean that ecchi sister lover, kami sama under cover
Fuck around and break that rubber, don't speak of it like Another
Oh, my god, that's too mean
Tgs. Porn w little plot (like just the first 100 words of plot lol), SMUT! MEAN DOM JIHOOON!!!!, kinda pervy jihoon, (they're both pervs?), Unsafe sex (safe sex is great sex y'all), EATIN ASS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ (hmm, I think I might have something for man's ass???), one mention of f*et, messy sex, body fluids, multiple rounds, getting caught!!!, lmk if I missed something
An. I'm open to do a part two of ts haha, so if y'all have a prompt for this part 2 I'll be more than happy to take it! I also wrote this at 3 am so, any mistakes are blamed on my sleep deprivation. And lastly, I'm going to be absent for the next two weeks, so the Pi cheolin release is gonna be delayed, I'm so sorry about that. But I'll be posting it as soon as I can! Take this as a "I'm sorry" hope y'all enjoy!
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“Ugh, this weather is 'bout to fucking kill me.”You said as you took off your clothes one by one, leaving you in a pretty two-piece swimsuit. Then you jumped into the pool, standing besides the owner of the house; Seungcheol. As you settled down next to him, Jun positioned himself next to you, handing you a bottle of beer. “I think I'm in love with you bro.” he chuckled “Of course you are”
The meeting was quite relaxed; almost the entire group was there, only Jihoon was missing, having declined the invitation because he was sick. “It’s a shame Jihoon couldn’t come,” Joshua said, taking a sip from his bottle. “The water is delicious.”“Yeah, feels like paradise,” you agreed, leaning back against the pool edge between Seungcheol and Jun. The water lapped gently at your chest as you stretched your legs out, toes brushing the smooth tiles at the bottom.
“Poor guy,” you said, Jun bumped your shoulder playfully, he changed the conversation suddenly, “You’re glowing today. New swimsuit?” His eyes flicked down for a second before snapping back up, innocent as ever. “Suits you.” “Thanks,” you laughed, splashing him lightly. Joshua swam over from the other side of the pool, shaking water from his hair like a dog. “Seriously, this is the best idea Cheol’s had in months. We should do this every weekend.”
The group chatter flowed easy—talk about upcoming shit, dumb inside jokes, who was winning the impromptu chicken fight happening at the shallow end. You floated there, content, the cold beer and warm water doing wonders for your mood.
“F-Fuck, I hate you, ahhh! So much.” Jihoon was stroking his cock, his sweaty forehead pressed against the cold wall of your apartment. One of his hands clenched one of your panties against his nose, inhaling as much as he could.
Lee Jihoon wasn't sick. Or rather, he was lovesick.
This had become a horrible habit, a habit that had caused him to develop a terrible hatred for himself. Why did he do it? He had never felt the need for sex until he met you. Pretty you, kind you, happy you. You. You. You! Your name escaped his lips in sighs, He could feel tears welling up in his eyes because of all the excitement he felt at that moment. "What will you think of me when you see me like this? Will you let me keep doing this? Will you let me taste you? Will you let me fuck you? Will you stop talking to me? " Were common thoughts by now.
“Ahhhh.... Ahh...Ahhh.... Oh lord! Forgive m-me, Fuck!” Jihoon wasn't religious at all. But he felt he needed to ask someone for forgiveness for the atrocities he was committing.
His lips were trembling, the fabric of your panties so close to his mouth. So close to him... He opened his mouth slowly, and stuck out his trembling tongue, unsure of what he was about to do. He gave a slow and delicious lick to the fabric, where all your essence was concentrated, making him let out a whine of desperation.
So close and yet so far away.
“F-fuck… you’d hate me,” he whispered against the stolen cloth, voice cracking. “You’d never look at me the same way again… but I can’t stop. I can’t—ahh—I need you so bad.” His hips jerked forward, rutting into his fist as he buried his face deeper into your underwear.
Jihoon’s breath hitched violently as his tongue pressed flat against the damp crotch of your panties again, dragging slowly, savoring the faint salty-sweet trace of you that still lingered there. The taste made his cock twitch hard in his fist, a fresh bead of precum sliding over his knuckles.
The entire image he had created of himself, that innocent, repentant man, was replaced by what he truly was: a degenerate.
“Fuck… you taste so good,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “Even just this… shit, I’m losing my fucking mind.”
His hips snapped forward, fucking into his tight fist with short, desperate thrusts. The wet sound of skin on skin filled your quiet apartment. He could imagine you underneath him instead—legs spread, those pretty panties pushed to the side, your voice moaning his name.
The image made him groan deep in his throat. He stuffed more of the fabric into his mouth, sucking on it like a man starved. His forehead left a sweaty smear on the paint as his rhythm turned brutal.
“Ah—ahh—fuck, I’d ruin you,” he panted around the cloth. “I’d hold you down and fuck you so deep you’d feel me for days. You’d cry and beg and still take every inch like a good girl… My good girl.”
The innocent, soft-spoken Jihoon everyone knew was gone. In his place was this trembling, filthy version that got off on stealing your used panties and fantasizing about corrupting you.
“Gonna cum—gonna cum on your pretty panties again—fuck—!”
His balls tightened, spine locking up as the orgasm started barreling toward him. He pulled your panties from his mouth just enough to press the soaked fabric directly against the swollen head of his cock.
Thick ropes of cum shot across the delicate lace, staining it white. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while soft, broken whines spilled from his lips. Your name left him like a prayer and a curse at the same time.
For a few long seconds, only his ragged breathing filled the room.
Then the shame hit like always—crushing, heavy, sickening. He stared down at the mess he’d made on your stolen underwear, thumb absently smearing his cum into the fabric like he was marking it.
“…I’m disgusting,” he whispered, voice cracking. But even as he said it, his spent cock gave a weak twitch in his hand, already showing interest again at the sight of his claim on something so intimately yours.
“Oh no honey, you're not disgusting” He felt cold hands touch his ass, and slide to the tip of his cock, collecting some of his cum, before finding thin fingers tapping against his bottom lip. “Open up baby”
Jihoon froze, every muscle in his body locking up as if struck by lightning. The voice cut through the haze of his post-orgasm shame. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He was supposed to be alone. You were supposed to be at Seungcheol’s pool party for hours.
“Open up, baby,” you repeated, softer this time, almost coaxing. The nickname made his spent cock twitch again in your other hand.
But those were your fingers, cool and slick with his own cum, pressing against his bottom lip. Your chest brushed his back as you pressed closer, your breath warm against his ear.
His lips parted on a broken, shaky exhale. You didn’t hesitate—two fingers slid past his lips, pushing his own thick release onto his tongue. Salty, bitter, still warm. Jihoon whimpered around them, eyes squeezing shut as humiliation burned through him like fire. Yet his hips jerked forward involuntarily, pushing his softening cock into your palm.
He tried to speak, but it came out as a gagged moan around your fingers. You pulled them free with a wet pop, smearing the remnants across his swollen lips before wiping them on his cheek.
“Mmm… that's it,” you murmured, slowly fucking your fingers in and out of his mouth, spreading his cum across his tongue. “Look at you. So pretty when you’re falling apart. I always wondered how long it would take for you to snap.”
“You… you knew?” His voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper. Tears of shame and overwhelming lust pricked at the corners of his eyes.
You hummed, sliding your hand down his chest, nails lightly scratching over his shirt. “I’ve been finding my panties in weird places for weeks. Sometimes they came back… used. Sometimes they didn’t. At first I thought I was going crazy.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, then bit down gently. “Then I installed a small camera. Imagine my surprise when sweet, shy Jihoon turned out to be such a filthy little thief.”
Jihoon’s knees nearly buckled. The shame was crushing, but the way your hand was lazily stroking his cock—already hardening again despite how sensitive he was—made his head spin.
You chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down his spine.“Shhh. I’m not mad, baby.” You squeezed his cock harder, thumb pressing against the slit where fresh precum was already leaking. “I’m actually impressed. You hid it so well. All those soft smiles and gentle words while you were coming in my panties like a desperate pervert. Such a good actor.”
“I’m sorry—fuck, I’m so sorry,” he choked out, even as his hips started rolling into your fist. “I didn’t mean to… I just— I need you so bad it hurts. Every day. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Jihoon’s entire body jolted violently, a high-pitched, broken whine tearing from his throat as your hot, wet tongue circled his tight rim. His hands slapped against the wall for balance, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the paint while his legs trembled.
You got on your knees, and opened up his buttcheeks. “Hmmm, were you expecting visitors, or why is it so clean around here, hm?” you mocked him, and buried your face between his buttocks, devouring him like there was no tomorrow.
He had never felt anything like this. The wet heat, the sheer obscenity of it—your face pressed between his cheeks while you ate him out like you were starving for it. Shame burned through every inch of his body, but his cock betrayed him completely, hardening fully again in seconds, throbbing painfully and leaking a steady drip of precum onto the floor.
“W-wait—! Ahh—fuck, what are you—?!” His voice cracked, the words dissolving into a choked moan when you licked a broad, filthy stripe over his hole again, teasing the sensitive skin before pushing the tip of your tongue inside him.
“N-no—never—ahhh!” Jihoon’s forehead pressed harder against the wall, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you fucked your tongue deeper, lapping and sucking with shameless hunger. Every swirl made his cock jump, his balls tightening again far too quickly. “It’s dirty—please, you don’t have to—fuck—!”
You pulled back just enough to speak, voice muffled and dripping with amusement. “So sensitive here… Did my sweet, innocent Jihoon ever let anyone play with his pretty little hole before?” You gave his cheek a sharp slap, then spread him wider, spitting directly on his entrance before diving back in.
Jihoon’s hips jerked forward into your fist, then back against your face, caught between the two overwhelming sensations. He was losing control fast—whimpering, moaning, babbling nonsense while you rimmed him mercilessly.
You laughed against his skin, the vibration pulling another wrecked sound from him. “Dirty? Baby, you’ve been licking my used panties like a desperate slut. You don’t get to talk about dirty.” One of your hands reached around to grab his aching cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts of your tongue.
“You taste so fucking good,” you purred, pulling away for a second to bite the soft flesh of his ass. “All flushed and twitching for me. I could stay here for hours… but I think you’d cum from just this, wouldn’t you?”
He nodded frantically, too far gone to lie. “Y-yes—please— I’m so close already, I can’t— I can’t hold it—”
You stood up suddenly, leaving him empty and aching. Jihoon let out a pathetic, disappointed cry at the loss, but before he could beg, you spun him around and shoved him back against the wall. Your hand wrapped around his throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind him who was in control.
“Look at me.”
His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, cheeks streaked with tears and drool. You leaned in and kissed him filthily, shoving your tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on you. He moaned into the kiss like a man starved, hands hovering at your waist, unsure if he was allowed to touch.
When you pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.
“I want you to tell me what you want to do to me, and, if what you say convinces me, I'll let you fuck me into oblivion.”
“I… I don’t know where to start,” he rasped, voice hoarse from all the whining he’d done earlier. His hands finally dared to settle on your hips, fingers digging in like he was afraid you’d vanish.
Jihoon stared at you, chest heaving, his cock throbbing angrily between you both—still slick from your earlier strokes and his own cum. Your hand stayed firm around his throat, thumb brushing his racing pulse. He could smell the faint chlorine from Seungcheol’s pool still clinging to your skin.
Jihoon swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing under your palm. His cock twitched visibly, another bead of precum rolling down the shaft.
You arched a brow, squeezing his throat just a fraction tighter. “Try. Be honest, baby. Tell me every filthy thing you’ve imagined doing to me while you jerked off with my panties.”
“I… I’ve thought about sneaking into your room at night,” he whispered, the words tumbling out faster once they started. “Pin you down while you’re sleeping. Stuff my cock into your mouth and wake you up like that—fucking your throat until you’re choking and crying. I want to see your mascara run while I use you.”
Your lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk. You rewarded him by sliding your free hand down to stroke his cock again, slow and teasing.
“Keep going.”
His voice cracked, growing more unhinged the longer you stroked him.
Jihoon’s head thunked back against the wall, hips jerking into your fist. “F-fuck… I want to bend you over every surface in this apartment. On the kitchen counter, against the window so anyone could see. I want to spank your ass red and then eat you out until you’re shaking and squirting on my tongue. I’ve dreamed about tasting you fresh, not just your panties—burying my face in your pussy for hours, sucking on your clit until you can’t even say my name right.”
He was panting now, tears slipping down his cheeks again, but his eyes were locked on yours with feverish intensity.
“I want to breed you. Fill you up over and over until my cum is leaking down your thighs and you’re so full it hurts. I want to make you ride me while I hold your hands behind your back, make you bounce on my cock like a desperate little slut until you’re begging me to cum inside. And then… then I want to flip you over and fuck you harder. Ruin you. Mark your neck, your tits, your thighs—bite you, slap your pussy, make you scream my name so loud the neighbors hear.”
“I want to own you. I want you to own me. I want you to use me as your toy whenever you want—make me crawl, make me beg, make me eat my own cum out of your cunt after I fill you. I don’t care how disgusting it is anymore. I just need you. Please… please let me fuck you. I’ll do anything.”
The silence that followed was deafening, only broken by his ragged breathing.
“Then take me, Jihoon,” you said, voice low and commanding. “Show me how much of a depraved little pervert you really are. Fuck me like you’ve been fantasizing.”
You finally released his throat and stepped back, peeling off your swimsuit top and bottoms right there in front of him. His eyes devoured every inch of newly exposed skin. When you were fully naked, you turned, planted your hands on the wall beside him, and arched your back—presenting your ass and dripping pussy like an offering.
Jihoon broke.
He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise, lined up his aching cock, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust. The wet, filthy sound of your bodies connecting echoed through the apartment. You both moaned—his broken and relieved, yours satisfied and teasing.
“You feel even better than I imagined,” he growled against your skin, voice completely different from the shy Jihoon everyone else knew. “Gonna fuck you stupid. Gonna fill this pretty pussy until it’s overflowing. You’re mine now—my dirty secret, my fucking goddess—”
“Fuuuuck— so tight, so wet— shit—!” he gasped, already snapping his hips forward at a punishing pace. Every thrust was deep, desperate, years of repressed obsession pouring out of him. One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so he could bite and suck marks into your neck while the other reached around to rub your clit.
Jihoon’s hips snapped forward with a brutal thrust that punched the air out of your lungs. The sweet, shy boy was long gone.
He laughed breathlessly as he felt you pushing back against him, clenching around his cock on purpose. “That’s it, baby. Clench around my fucking cock, show me how much you love this cock, shit—!”
He yanked your head back harder by the hair, forcing your back to arch deeper as he pounded into you. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the apartment, filthy and relentless.
His hand left your clit only to crack down hard on your ass, the sharp smack echoing. You clenched around him involuntarily and he laughed — a low, mocking sound that sent heat rushing through you.
“Fuckin’ finally,” he growled low against your ear. “I was so fucking tired of acting like a saint while I jerked my cock raw to your dirty panties… And finally, here you are, presenting that sloppy cunt like a desperate whore.”
“Yeah? You like that?” Another harsh slap, harder this time. “Of course you do. Walking around in tiny swimsuits, letting the others stare at what’s mine.”
He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back into the hilt in one vicious stroke, grinding deep, making your knees buckle, but he held you up with an iron grip on your hip and hair.
“You like this, don't you?” he snarled, punctuating the demand with another brutal thrust. Then he placed one of his hands on your lower stomach feeling a slight bulge “Fuuuuuck, yes, can you feel me? Feel me rearrange your insides, huh?”
“Y-Yes—” you gasped, barely able to form words as he railed you against the wall.
Jihoon’s grip tightened, bordering on painful. “Pathetic filthy fucking girl.”
He suddenly pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing. Before you could even catch your breath, Jihoon spun you around and shoved you down onto your knees in one fluid, rough motion.
The hardwood floor bit into your skin, but the sting was quickly forgotten as his cock — glistening with your juices and still rock hard — bobbed right in front of your tear-streaked face.
“Open that fucking mouth,” he ordered coldly, voice low and dangerous. His usual soft tone was completely gone, replaced by pure dominance.
He tapped the heavy, slick head against your cheek once, twice, then smeared it across your lips and cheekbone, coating your skin with your own arousal.
The second your lips parted, Jihoon didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the back of your head with both hands and shoved his cock straight down your throat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt until your nose pressed flush against his pelvis.
“Fuuuuck yes…” he groaned deeply, eyes rolling back for a second as your throat convulsed around him. “That’s it. Take every inch, you greedy little whore.”
When you tried to pull back slightly for oxygen, he tightened his grip in your hair, keeping you pinned in place.
He held you there, hips pressed forward, savoring the way your throat spasmed and gagged around his length. Your eyes watered instantly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you struggled for air. Saliva already started dripping from the corners of your stretched lips, running down your chin and onto your tits.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarled, looking down at you with dark, lust-drunk eyes. “This is what you wanted, right? you're the one letting me treat you like the dirty cocksleeve you are.”
Every time you choked or gagged hard around him, Jihoon let out a satisfied, mocking chuckle that made your pussy clench around nothing.
He finally pulled back just enough to let you suck in a desperate breath through your nose, only to immediately start fucking your throat with short, ruthless snaps of his hips. The wet, gagging sounds filled the room — gluck, gluck, gluck — each thrust forcing more saliva to spill messily down your chin and neck.
He thrust deeper, holding himself down your throat for a few long seconds, watching your eyes widen and water even more before pulling back again.
“Look at you,” he cooed mockingly, thumb brushing away a tear only to smear it across your cheek with the rest of your spit. “Crying already? So fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.This is exactly how I imagined you.”
“Fuck— your throat feels even better than I dreamed. So tight. So warm. Keep gagging on it, baby. I want you to remember exactly who owns this mouth now.”
“You have no idea how many times I imagined this,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure as he kept using your mouth. “How many times I came into your panties while fantasizing about fucking you filthy girl.” He picked up the pace, fucking your face harder, the wet sounds growing louder and messier.
Your hands clutched desperately at his ass, nails digging into his skin, but you didn’t push him away. The mixture of degradation and overwhelming lust had you soaking down your own thighs.
“Good fucking girl.”
Jihoon smirked down at you, clearly loving the sight.
He pulled out abruptly from your throat with a wet pop, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen, abused lips to the glistening head of his cock. You gasped and coughed, desperately trying to catch your breath, drool running down your chin.
Before you could even recover, Jihoon hauled you up like you weighed nothing. He threw you over his shoulder in one smooth, possessive motion, his hand gripping your ass tightly as he carried you straight to your bed.
He tossed you onto the bed on your back. You barely had time to bounce once on the mattress before he was on top of you, shoving your legs wide apart with rough hands. In the next breath, he lined up and slammed back inside your dripping pussy with one brutal thrust, bottoming out instantly.
“Eyes on me,” he barked, voice dark and commanding. One hand wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin as he set a punishing, merciless rhythm. The bed creaked violently beneath you with every savage snap of his hips. “Don’t you fucking look away. I want to watch every second of your face while I ruin this greedy little cunt. Been dreaming about breaking you like this for months.”
“Jihoon— fuck—!” you moaned, voice hoarse from the throat-fucking.
His free hand moved to your chest, pinching your nipple hard between his fingers and twisting until you cried out. Then he slapped the side of your breast, watching it jiggle with dark satisfaction. The sharp sting made your walls clench around his thick cock.
“Yeah? Say my name like that again,” he growled, slapping your tit harder this time. “Louder. Let me hear how pathetic you sound when I’m splitting you open.”
“You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve pumped you full of so much cum it’s leaking out for days,” he snarled against your skin, hips never slowing. “Gonna breed this sloppy pussy like the desperate little breeding slut you are. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fill you until your belly swells, right baby?”
He leaned down, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your neck, biting hard enough to leave a deep, claiming mark. He sucked on it roughly, then moved lower, leaving another harsh bite on your collarbone.
His thrusts grew even more savage, the head of his cock hammering relentlessly against that perfect gummy spot deep inside you. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy taking every inch filled the room. Jihoon kept one hand tight around your throat while the other slid between your bodies, rubbing your swollen clit with fast, rough circles.
“Cum,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous, eyes locked on yours. “Cum on my cock right fucking now or I’ll pull out and edge you for the next three hours without letting you finish. Now!”
The overwhelming combination of his choking grip, the brutal pace, his filthy words, and the relentless friction on your clit sent you crashing over the edge. Your back arched violently off the bed, walls clamping down around him like a vice as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried out his name brokenly, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes while your whole body shook.
Jihoon didn’t slow down for even a second. He fucked you straight through your orgasm with a wicked, satisfied smirk on his usually innocent face, eyes gleaming with dark pleasure.
“That’s fucking right. Look at you creaming all over my cock like a pathetic whore,” he laughed lowly, still pounding into your oversensitive pussy. “Squeezing me so tight… Did you really think you were in control just because you caught me? Cute.”
“Why you running away, baby?” he asked condescendingly, voice dripping with fake sweetness as he ground his hips in slow, deep circles. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. You wanted the real me, didn’t you? Now you’re gonna take every fucking inch until I decide you’ve had enough.”
He finally loosened his grip on your throat slightly. The second you tried to squirm away, gasping for air and twitching from overstimulation, Jihoon let out a low, mocking laugh and grabbed your hips with bruising force, yanking you back onto his cock.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching pathetically around nothing. Before you could whine, he flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll and yanked your hips up high, forcing your ass in the air and your face into the sheets.
“Ass up. Face down. That’s the only position you deserve right now.”
He re-entered you in one brutal, punishing thrust, burying himself balls-deep with a groan. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, and he pressed one of his feet on your head so he could keep you in place as he started fucking you again, using your body like a toy.
“Not yet,” he growled, slapping your ass hard. “You don’t get to cum again until I say so. Hold it.”
But just as you started climbing toward another orgasm, he slowed down deliberately, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow.
You whimpered into the mattress, pushing back desperately, but he kept the pace cruelly controlled, edging you mercilessly. Every time your walls started fluttering around him, he pulled out and slapped your soaked pussy hard — once, twice, three sharp, wet smacks that made you jolt and cry out.
He started fucking you faster again, reaching around to rub your swollen clit with rough fingers while his hips snapped against your ass. The pressure built dangerously fast — too fast.
“Pathetic. Look at this sloppy cunt twitching and drooling for me,” he taunted, spreading your cheeks wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside you again. “Slapping your pretty pussy and you just get wetter. Disgusting little slut.”
“Jihoon— please— I’m gonna—”
“No.” He pulled out completely again and delivered two more stinging slaps directly to your pussy, the wet sound obscene. “Hold it. You cum when I tell you to.”
You were shaking, tears soaking the sheets, thighs trembling violently as he edged you over and over. He kept switching between brutal, deep thrusts and cruel denial until you were a sobbing, babbling mess.
Only when he finally decided you’d suffered enough did he slam back in, fucking you with vicious intent.
He angled his hips perfectly, pounding that sensitive spot inside you again, while his fingers rubbed your clit in fast, brutal circles. The pressure exploded.
“Now. Squirt on my cock like a good cumdump. Do it. Make a fucking mess for me.”
You screamed into the mattress as you finally came — hard. Clear liquid gushed out around his cock, soaking his thighs, your thighs, and the sheets in a filthy, squirting mess. Your whole body convulsed, walls clamping down around him like a vice as wave after wave ripped through you.
“Fuuuuck— that’s it!” Jihoon groaned, voice wrecked with pleasure as he kept fucking you through it, drawing out every last drop. “Look at you squirting all over me like a broken faucet. Such a messy, pathetic girl.”
He didn’t stop. He kept pounding into your oversensitive, squirting pussy until your legs completely gave out.
“Gonna fill you up— fuck— take every single drop like the good cumdump you are, you hear me?”With a broken, guttural moan, Jihoon buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your spasming cunt. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside you, whispering filthy praises against your sweat-slicked back.
Even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, one hand lazily stroking your spine while the other kept a possessive grip on your hip. He pressed a deceptively soft kiss between your shoulder blades.
“Take it… take all my cum… gonna breed this sloppy hole until it’s overflowing…”
“…We’re not done yet, baby. Not even close,” he murmured, voice still rough and dark.
He gave your ass a sharp, loud slap that made you clench around his spent cock.
Jihoon let out a dark chuckle at the way your body twitched beneath him, still fluttering and leaking around his cock. He gave your ass another sharp slap, watching the red mark bloom on your skin with satisfaction.
He scooped up the escaping cum with two fingers and shoved them back inside you roughly, fucking his load deep again.
“Stay right fucking there,” he ordered, pulling out slowly. Thick globs of his cum immediately began leaking from your abused hole, dripping down your thighs. The sight made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
He started thrusting with purpose — slow and heavy at first, pushing every drop of his release back inside you. The wet, messy sounds were downright filthy as he fucked his cum deeper.
“Look at that… my cum is already trying to run away from your greedy cunt. Can’t have that, you've worked so hard for it!” He pushed his fingers in and out a few more times, making obscene wet squelching sounds before replacing them with his cock again.
“Feel that? That’s me marking what’s mine,” he growled, gripping your hips hard as he picked up speed. “Gonna keep this sloppy pussy stuffed full all night.”
“Fuck— this angle is perfect,” he groaned, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared into your cum-filled cunt. “Can hear how full you are. Listen to it.”
He suddenly pulled out, flipped you onto your back again, and pushed your knees up to your chest, folding you in half. The new position let him sink even deeper. He braced his hands on the back of your thighs and started pounding you with long, powerful strokes, his balls slapping against your ass.
He fucked you harder, the squelching sounds growing louder and wetter with every thrust as his cum was churned into a creamy mess inside you. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto your tits as he used you like a fleshlight.
“You’re gonna take another load,” he panted, voice strained with pleasure. “And then… you’re gonna eat it.”
After a few minutes, he pulled out again and dragged you to the edge of the bed. He stood up, threw your legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in, fucking you while standing. The new height let him hit even deeper, the head of his cock bullying your cervix with every thrust.
It didn’t take long before his rhythm faltered. With a low, animalistic groan, Jihoon buried himself to the hilt and came again, flooding your already full pussy with even more hot cum. He stayed deep, grinding in slow circles to push it as far inside as possible.
When he finally pulled out, a huge rush of mixed cum poured out of you. Without hesitation, Jihoon dropped to his knees, hooked your legs over his shoulders, and buried his face between your thighs.
He ate you out like a man starved — loud, messy, and filthy. His tongue scooped up the creamy mixture of his cum and your juices, sucking loudly on your swollen clit before pushing his tongue inside to fuck more of it out. He moaned against your pussy the entire time, the vibrations making your oversensitive body jerk.
When his mouth was full, he climbed up your body, grabbed your jaw with one hand, and pried your mouth open.
He leaned down and spat the entire filthy mixture straight into your mouth. Some of it landed on your tongue, some on your lips and chin. He didn’t let you close your mouth.
He kissed you right after, shoving his tongue into your mouth to make sure you tasted everything. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and possessive as he tasted himself on your tongue.
“Swallow,” he commanded, eyes dark and intense as he watched. “Show me you’re a good girl and eat every drop of my cum.”
“Look at you… all fucked out and covered in my cum. But guess what?we’re still not done.”
When he finally pulled back, a string of cum and saliva connected your lips. He smirked down at your ruined, tear-streaked face.
He flipped you onto all fours again, lined himself up with your leaking, twitching hole, and pushed back in with a satisfied groan.
Jihoon had completely lost count of how many times he’d made you cum. He’d fucked you in every position he could bend your body into — on your back, on your stomach, riding him, pressed against the wall, and now back on all fours like a bitch in heat.
“I want this mattress ruined by the time I’m finished with you.”
Your mind had gone blank ages ago.
Jihoon laughed darkly behind you, yanking your hips back harder onto his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of his cum being churned inside your overstuffed pussy filled the room.
“J-Jihoon— hah— too much— can’t— mmh—!” Your words slurred together, broken moans and whimpers spilling from your drooling mouth. Your eyes were glassy, unfocused, tears streaked down your flushed cheeks. Every brutal thrust made your tongue loll out slightly, a perfect picture of cockdrunk stupidity.
“Yeah? Can’t what, baby?” he mocked, voice rough and mean as he leaned over your back, biting your shoulder. “Can’t think? Can’t talk? Look at you — drooling all over your own sheets like a brainless little cumslut. My perfect fucktoy.”
He reached around and slapped your swollen, sensitive clit again, making your whole body jerk violently.
“Again,” he growled. “Cum on my cock one more time. Milk me dry.”
“That’s it… that’s my good little cocksleeve,” he groaned, hips losing rhythm as he chased his final release. “Gonna fill you one last time— fuck— take it all—”
You didn’t even have the brain capacity to answer. You just sobbed and shook as another orgasm tore through you, your pussy gushing weakly around him. Your arms finally gave out and you collapsed face-first into the mattress, ass still up like an offering while Jihoon kept fucking you through it.
With a deep, guttural moan, Jihoon slammed in to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your already overflowing cunt. He kept grinding, making sure every drop stayed inside as your body twitched helplessly beneath him.
You were completely gone — babbling nonsense into the sheets, body limp and trembling, a fucked-out, cockdrunk mess.
“Anyone there?” Seungcheol’s voice cut through the room. “You left your phone at my place. I was heading to get some groceries and thought I’d drop it off—”
Jihoon was just pressing lazy kisses along your spine, still buried deep inside you, when the bedroom door suddenly swung open.
He froze mid-sentence.
The sight hit him all at once: you face-down on the bed, ass still slightly raised, body covered in fresh marks and sweat, cum clearly leaking down your thighs. Jihoon behind you, naked, breathing hard, one hand still gripping your hip possessively as he slowly pulled out. Silence stretched.
Seungcheol’s eyes widened, his grip tightening on the phone in his hand. His mouth opened, then closed. He clearly didn’t know where to look, but his gaze kept dragging back to the scene in front of him.
Jihoon didn’t rush to cover anything. He simply glanced over his shoulder, still kneeling between your spread legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His voice came out low and slightly hoarse.
“…Convenient timing, hyung.”
Seungcheol exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn’t— fuck. I’ll just… leave the phone.” But he didn’t move. His eyes flicked to you again — the way you were still trembling, barely coherent, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.
Jihoon reached down and lazily pushed two fingers into your leaking cunt, stirring the mess he’d left behind. His eyes never left Seungcheol’s.
You let out a soft, broken sound, too out of it to feel real embarrassment, your body instinctively clenching around nothing now that Jihoon had pulled out.
“You can leave it on the table,” he said calmly, almost too casually. “Or...”
Seungcheol’s jaw tightened. And walked towards the scene. Sitting besides you, caressing your hair. “You okay there? Can you give us an extra round?”
Soo... This is not my best work tbh, I'm kinda disappointed of how this turned out, but anyway, hope y'all liked it??
Reblogs, and comments are really appreciated, love you all!
Remember my requests r open, if you want to drop something in the meantime I'm gnna be off here. I also want to thank you for all the support for "hand me a towel", I remember when I used to write stuff in my mother language and it didn't reach nobody lol, this support from all of you makes me so happy! So thank you so much!
Warnings: Dark content! Stepcest. Perv!stepbrother Wonwoo. Kinda of rape. Corruption kink. Strenght kink. RAW (wrap up the gift). And a lot of bad stuf.
⚠️Minors do not interact/read⚠️
Ok ok! Now let's get in a whole new level.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who turns out being the most happy guy once he knew his father is about to get into a new engagement.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who treats your mother so sweetly as she was his. And always said that she is so beatiful and such amazing woman for his father.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who gets suprised when she said he is about to have a new sister and you would come to stay in his house even tho you never seen each other before. Just for two weeks while they're in honeymoon cause she don't want you walking around alone. It's dangerous out there and your brother most protect you.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who freak out with his roomate!Mingyu about a young lady living in the same house as them. Like it will be most hard test of they're lives.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who goes with your mother meet you at airport. When hes eyes land on your figure he thought his glasses were decieving his eyes.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who is the most warm guy to recieve you of all time. He shows interests about yourself just to find out you both has so much in commom and instantly establish a connection with you. He focus on your likings books movies and nerd stuff as he tries to ignore that your body is fucking curvy and chubby as he and Mingyu likes alot.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who argue with Mingyu when he talks dirty shit about you pointing stuff he likes on your body and the positions he could manhandle you so easily. Not like he's mad or doesn't agree it's because he's trying to deal with his own insane thoughts about you and talk with Mingyu doesn't help.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who notices the way Minguy look and touch you and almost burns in anger till he gives in and listen the sick voice behind his head. He finally agrees.It's hot. The way you could be easily throwed around by them cause even though you're a lil tall your body still appear so delicate and appetizing to destroy.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who once get so turned on when the three of you get stuck in the elevator with other people. They'd to sandwiched you between they're bodies. You get so flustered when you feel you brother hard on pressing the meat of your ass and your face almost squished in Mingyu buff chest.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who notices the way Mingyu is salivating over you and take measurements of the way he acts when you around and he knows he wouldn't wait any longer to hit on you. Like you're so nice with both of them that the lines of interests is blurred.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who WOULD NEVER let his best friend have his way with you first. Like c'mon he's your brother. Should've some privilegies like paint you with his fingers marks on your skin. He has his rights guaranteed to touch you first.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who approach you on a random cozy night knocking on bedroom door and when he heard a sweet voice "come in" and he as just a normal man doesn't step back. First he just wraps you in his affection and blinds you with kindness and strong arms and watch you melts into his firm touch.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who has you needy in his embrace chasing more of him as he whispers sweet little nothings in you ear touching you so tenderly as his wondering fingers brushing your meaty tighs making you gasp in pure excitment.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who let's you thristy for him almost begging him to hold you tighter and do something about the arousal growing between your tighs. You're just to shy and ashamed to assumes that you want your brother's dick.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who run his index finger and middle finger brushing your covered core feeling how wet your panties is. He loses his senses when you whimper his name like a pray telling him to stop cause this is so wrong. But he's hugging you from the back, so your whole body is spooning with his large figure and when he just says "Would you please let your brother use you body for some relieve. I promise you will like" "It's not wrong with that it's just a lil team work" "They won't find out I swear. Fuck, please. I can feel you pulsing in my fingers"
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who grinds against your ass letting you feel his hard bulge on through his pijama pants making you roll your eyes. He's big. So big that you can't even process the idea of him fit inside of your almost virgen cunt.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who would kiss your neck and jaw while his fingers have fun in your soaking cunt pintching your clit running through your slit and circling your clenching hole. You're so desperate that your hips chase his touch when his stops just to tease you. And you're so ashamed with the wet noises your pussy are making. But he just smiles near your ear saying shit like "fuck, you're so wet. See? You want it too. My hands are messy and you don't even cum yet" "please princess let me put just my finger in I swear to god it don't hurt. You're acting like a fucking nun c'mon" and then you gives in. He moans with you when his middle finger slips inside you're aroused enough that makes him think that you could take three fingers easy. But he wait. Pumping you fast enough to bring you near your high and then stops edging you and teasing your swollen clit.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who knows that if he makes you cum in his fingers you will kick him out of your room without the chance to fuck you on his hard painful cock. So he just sounds so swetly with "You know I need to feel you a lil more princess. Let me. Please. just a little bit. Just the tip it won't hurt and don't even count" as he pulls down his own pants he doesn wear boxer at home so ease work.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who before you can think straight hes pushing your panties to the side and raising up your (his shirt) large shirt. Once you feel his hard cock slipping through your folds and he groaning loud you almost came just with the feeling. He's raw pressing it against your clit tapping angrily his gland on your pulsating clit as you beg him to not put it in.
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who positioned you better for him. Making you late in his arms and caged you there in a chokehold. You gasp for air but all you can feel it's his weight on you as he grinds his veiny cock on your slit making you jolt in his embrace. He could just manhadled you and make you take it raw. He could make you scream as he ruins you for his best friend use you later too. He could make you a mess little princess full of his cum. He could. He would.
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who assures you "it's ok, I'm your brother just want you to feel how much I love you. I'll put just the tip in princess but don't worry I won't do nothing" but when he feel your clenching lil hole wrap around his leaking tip he goes insane. Even more than he already is. You starts to roll your hips unconciously chasing your high and making your stepbrother see stars.
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who doens't give a sinlge fuck of what he promised you about not crossing your boundaries and when you just get lil more dizzy with the knot growing in your low tummy a sudden pain and pleasure hit you on the gut feeling his sponge red tip kiss your cervix. He thrusted so hard that a clap sound echoed through the whole room and for sure Mingyu heard. He is in so deep. He's proud listening your cries and complains as you fight him to get away of his touch cause you're so overwhelmed with the massive pleasure he made burns inside you.
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who press you down firmly into matress turning you like a ragdoll as he push your face on the pillows and trapped himself between your legs putting another pillow low under your belly gripping on your waist so you can't move.
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who doesn't mind if you're struggling to take him fucking you harder. If you have to take Mingyu you have to take him first. He thrust into you so meanly grabbing your hair painfully drowning you and almost suffocating you on the sheets those that you hold on for your life. At this point you'r drenched. A moaning mess under his tight grip your skin scratched as he doesn't take any mind about the tomorrow bruises that might be painting you pretty body.
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who curses at you about how good you're taking his cock in making him go feral with your cunt clenching around him like a vice. He would degrade you with words like "You're a fucking headache for me. Making me act like a animal when you're around" "You're a gross bitch making my best friend act like a fucking pervert. You don't even know how much we both want to ruin you. Gonna make you full of us till all you can moan is our names"
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who would gets his dick twitching inside you when you cum. A moaning mess as you find yourself getting even wet as you just SQUIRTED on him. He couldn't hold anymofe so he cum too with you as you beg him to not cum inside. But then you're feeling his seed paint your insides and spill out as he keep grinding on your abused cunt. You would've freak out if you had energy.
Mean stepbrother Wonwoo! Who feels the urge to go another round but your trembling body resting limpin on the wet sheets. He press down on you, his chest glued on your back both sweat and sticky as he whisper "you look so beatiful like this. All ruined for me. Full of my kids so that sucker of Mingyu knows you belong to me. My sister. My pretty girl all mine for me to use" he whisper sweetly without any remorse about the way he treated your body early. His palms going up running along your scratched spine as he kissed you nape.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who would late your head on his chest massaging your scalp that aches by his merciless grip earlier. He kissed your sweated forehead enjoying your fucked out face teary eyes and blushed cheeks caressing your tense arms that hugged him tightly as you say in a broked voice "you shouldn't 've done that. I've told you this week I'm not on birth control" yeah. He knew it so does Mingyu and since that day all they think about is breed you. As they take turns fucking his seed into your womb till your soul smells like them and they're seed runs down your legs anytime you stand up.
Kind stepbrother Wonwoo! Who assures you that he'll buy you a morning after pill and everything it's going to be fine. You fall sleep in his arms tired of the whole energy you spent. Still full of his cum spilling out of you and nothing could guarantees you that he wouldn't fuck you in the middle of the night. Cause he for sure will. And maybe he calls Mingyu to watch and maybe he fucks you too.
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Dark content. Nocon. Yandere Jeonghannie. A lot of bad stuff. MDNI
Bitch I'm back. So now I just wonder
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan!
Kinda of the manly side of him. The one he accepts he is so much older than you and just want to have you on his hands. Like he's just a friend that you had since college campus and since he caught his eyes on you his instantly his sick thoughts came into life. You were there over the corner so fragile and kindness and all he had done was offer you help with the new stuff you're not used to.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who found out you were his freshman from psychology and it would be comic if weren't tragic. The way you let he in. Actually the way he just offered teach you about some concepts about the classes you're about to have but he already did so why couldn't he give you advices so you can skip some annoying morning lectures. Little don't you know that he made you quit classes so you don't catch the warnings about the sick guys who trap the young students and destroy them before graduation. And so he could teach you his own psychology concepts.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who actually got you wrapped up after 3 months cause you were smarter than he thought. You disagreed with half of the stuff he explained you about manipulation, vitimism, obsession and posession. He had no choice but gaslighting you and damn he felt no remorse at all.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who told you: it was ok feel to weird by the way you're brain were working recently if wasn't him you would be lost. Like he was there most of the time and sometimes you didn't notice at first just being aware of his presence when he appear behind you with gentle hands in your hips grounding you cause you're about to lose your shit cause you just lost you phone. "Hey, it's ok. I found it. Don't worry darling. See? It's your phone and you just left it on the table over there. Don't blame yourself on it you're just overwhelmed." He assures you in a hug and fuck it feels so good be in his arms was like the whole unniversity could burn and you wouldn't even feel it get warm.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who got his eyes on you everytime. Everyday. Every seconds and each breath of yours. He stands behind you like your shadow and everybody thinks you're dating but c'mon would such a handsome motherfucker like him with many older women head over heels to him want you? Like c'mon you're more than a decade younger than him but also so easy to have you at his spiderweb.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who enjoyed read the conversations and stuff you did on your cellphone as a hobby he just so into you and all the stupid things you do that the time flies when his attention is on you. Once. Just once or maybe twice or he just lost the counts of the days he jerked off to your dirty searches and implicit posts you do on social media. Fuck he just need get in to your soul.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who doesn't feel any bad when you start giving signs of emotional dependence and mental illness like fear of crowd, insecurity, doubting your own ability to remember things and worse the fear of being not good enough. Fuck he just felt like a God playing with his human marionette. He finaly saw the years he spent on books of mental control giving him gold.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who stands beside you keeping you in a sea of doubts till you throw yourself on him. He just such a unbothered man near his thirties just taking care of a younger girl he would never have anything. Right? Wrong. As he graduate first he waits for you while he starts a specialization in reverse psychology.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who had a hard time literally when you went congratulate him at his new apartment and hell yeah you're all smiles and so is him but not for happiness but 'cause he read you messages with the only friend he let you keep. Something like "I didn't knew this fucking career would put me in such state of mind. And the worse part is I'm so into him that even have a meal without him sounds wrong " He laughed out loud at this cause it was exactly the straight point. "You're putting yourself in such trouble" your friend answered.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Showed you his whole place telling there's a room free and if you wanted he would let you kive there with him. While he walk behind you he just imagines hundred ways to fuck you on all the furnitures arounds. Oh, you would look so fucking cute taking him from behind in front of the glass wall at the corner of living room. His mind spinnig with you in a tight skirt that he knows you're in just for him.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who months later of work and chase. Talks you through your rough days once you decide go to a neuropsychiatrist and went out with diagnosis you don't even knew it existed. "Oh my darling, this things happen with just anyone. Don't fall into it studies can break our brain sometimes but everything it's going to be fine" "You should stay the night since you have another appointment tomorrow I can go with you" and then you just walk yourself in theperfect bird cage he made just for you
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who god knows how he deal with your neuropsychiatrist and the amount of money he paid the guy to keep you blind just for him. And there were you in a single night wrapped in one of his blankets at his couch curled to him figure. His hands almost trembling as he caress your back as your perfume smells like poison to him.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who makes you cry watching a movie that makes you feel so vulnerable leaning on the crook of his neck hearing him chuckles as you grab the collar of his loose shirt. He pulls you close enough to share breathes with him your teary eyes looking at him in a fucked way that make his cock twitch inside his sweats.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who has all his doors locked up and your cellphone off so you're all his. The water he gave you to calm yourself down had a magic substance that your own doctor gave him and in half an hour has you clinging into him. Oh, he just wons in lottery or better than. "Princess you don't need to feel bad about you mental conditions. I'll keep you going, doing good for us isn't it what you want? Make your veteran proud of you?" You just hums in answer mind going numb as he fingers runs a lil to low for you liking, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt soon going up your stomach and all you do is whimper in his tight embrace.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who bite his own lips to not groan out loud when he pinches your hard nipple and you whine against his chest, eyez already dozing off and slow reflexes as he keep exploring your body.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who late down your weak body on his lap, as he grind his hard cock in your stomach having you with ass up while he just enjoy your situation. Squeezing and slapping your butt cheeks, fingers caressing your clothered core and between your tighs as all you do is whimper almost breathless far away from conscience while his hands had fun with how wet you were getting.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who grabs your hair pulling you in your back on couch so he can see your pretty face all sweat and horniness being one of the side effects of medicine he gave you. God he is in heaven. His girl. His woman. The freshman he worked so hard through five years to have all to him is finally there. Under him, spreaded out ready for him to use and get twisted. He should fuck a baby right into you so he guarantees you'll be his forever and ever.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who undress you slow and deliberate savoring every inch of skin he exposes. Your cute titties is the first part he mouths wander, he licks, bite, marks grabs with roughness in each act. Then your belly, where his hands runs like he is touching something that belong to him. And it does. There will be where you will hold his babies, where he'll make you feel every drop of his cum.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who can't hold back his euphroria after take your pants off and had to jerk off before he dives in the dark spot on your underwear. He cums in his fingers and then collects every drop spreading it on your pussy like he is drawing with some priceless tint on your clit. And then he just kiss your inner tighs, your swollen bud so he licks it as he starved for years.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who eat you out as he wants to drain your soul, your sleepy sounds was getting him off and all he did was moan like a bitch in heat on your pussy. You came so hard on his tongue mixing it with his saliva making it even more messy. He looks at your blushed face, eyes closed and swollen for the cry earlier and he never felt more happy.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who patiantly fingers you damn you were so godamn wet your slick running down his palm and wrist make nasty sounds echoes around the room. He licks his fingers tasting you cum on his tongue again.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who tease himself on your slit, tip wet by your folds lapping your clit again with his thick dick watch you move uncomfortable under him, arching your back with low strenght. He could put a condom, like what if you wake up and decide go to police and tell them he raped you? Nah, he laughed. You'll never get out of this apartment ever again. When he finishes to claim you he'll lock you own your new room till he make sure you're one hundred percent his. And he will give you his name too. His wife, mother of his kids and his property.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! His cock twicthes uncontrollably when he put it in more, he's rolling eyes moaning with no shame your tight wall warmimg him up so good that he knows he won't last long. So he does his best to make you feel good even if you can't barely feel anything. He first thrust it's almost erratic he fantasized about your cunt so much that just feeling it is pushing him to edge and he grab your hips tight nails digging into your skin it's to ground himself but actually it's not working. After fill minutes looking for composure he breath in and start to fucking you so hard and desperate the couch moving with his sharp moves and he might cum any second. His swollen tip hit hard on that sponged spot inside you the stimulation is pushing him to another timespace.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who has the most pornographic sounds out of his bited lips while he just thinks how better would it be if you're awake moaning with him. You would love be his you just don't know it yet. He just need to work a lil harder to make you see that he is all you need amd your stupid brain has no chance trying to make you believe his is the problem in your life.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who has his hair glued to his forehead, face and neck all blushed as he cums so deep that it takes it time to spill out. He just stays there breathless watching your body painted with his cum, hickeys and his hands tattoed. Smiling he kiss your abused cunt, your low belly whispering "mommy will be happy to carry our babies" and a last peck on your dry lips.
Yandere obsessed Jeonghan! Who doesn't move you for fifteen minutes praying to your fertillity accept his genes so you get one of his kids on your ovules soon. Then later after clean you and change to one of his clothes he drags you to your new captivity he shower your with his love glad that after so long you're all his by now.
warnings: smut, nerd!wonwoo, a lot of kisses, oral (masc), soft dom!reader, other members mentioned (woozi and mingyu), frat party
𝄞 won't bite · doja cat
HE OBVIOUSLY doesn't want to be there, but what can he do?
wonwoo had no choice when mingyu and woozi, his roommates, practically dragged him to a freshman party that was going to take place in a fraternity near the sorority they shared
the poor guy was persuaded to supposedly keep company with 'gyu, who would be watching since woozi would be in the company of a random hookup
having a good samaritan spirit would still kill him
wonwoo didn't take long to realize that the worst part wasn't even coming, it was not knowing what to do after arriving
mingyu had already disappeared into the crowd in less than ten minutes, with the excuse of “going to stop to wet his throat"
and woozi... well, woozi had other priorities very clear when he pulled his little keeper into one of the rooms
So he stood there, standing, with a glass in his hand that he took, thinking it was water, but after taking a sip he discovered it was vodka, leaning close to one of the walls, looking around as if he was waiting for the mothership to come back and pick him up.
until you entered his field of vision, well, you kind of invaded
❝ hey! wonwoo, who would have thought that I would find you here? ❞ — you got closer, looking up until you found the face that was now starting to take on a shade of pink
You didn't know it yet, but one of the persuasion tricks used by the boys was to say that: “the little slut from pharmacy class would be there” a rather stupid nickname they gave you since they didn't know your name, much less matter
They knew well that wonwoo had been watching you for days, and they also knew that he would never have the courage to approach you
So they opted for the obvious: taking a big chance that one of the hottest girls on campus would be at the first party of the semester, and they were right!
❝ hi... ❞ — he mumbled, very quietly, almost crushing the paper cup he was holding
❝ I thought you weren't much of a party person... I'm apparently wrong, right? ❞ — you chuckled
❝ n-no, I don't c-like parties, I came with my friends! ❞ — he was quick to correct you, as if the simple fact that you were “wrong” was an offense to him
and you realized, you clearly knew that the boy was a pathetic little nerd, but he enchanted you, and more than a charm, it drove you crazy
You loved it when they were like that, totally given over to you, acting like you were a goddess who had just come down from Olympia, damn, you loved that attention
❝ I know ❞ — you replied, taking another step closer as if you were a wolf approaching its prey — ❝ and they let you go, right? ❞
He opened his mouth to deny it, but he couldn't.
❝… kind of yes ❞
you made a forced pout, “sad” about wonwoo’s situation
❝ cruel ❞ — you tilted your face a little, looking at him better, without any rush
wonwoo looked away first, obviously
❝ are you drinking pure vodka? ❞
❝ I-I thought it was water ❞
❝ my god ❞ — you laughed, really having fun with the situation — ❝ you’re so bimbo ❞
❝ I'm not a bimbo ❞ — he tried to steady his eyes that were reflected by his glasses, but he ended up looking even cuter
❝ you just drank vodka thinking it was water ❞
❝… it was a one-off error ❞
You laughed again, closer now, enough for him to “accidentally” smell your perfume.
❝ relax ❞ — you said, taking the glass from his hand — ❝ this would knock you down in two sips ❞
❝ I'm not weak ❞
❝ I didn't even say that, wonwoo ❞
You put the glass aside and looked at him again in that way that made big boys like him feel small, which only made his situation worse, because he knew
❝ so... you've been watching me for days and you weren't going to talk to me? ❞ — started drawing invisible circles on the polo shirt he was wearing
He froze, both from the unexpected touch and from being caught in the act.
❝ I don’t— ❞
❝ it’s okay ❞ — you cut off, laughing quietly — ❝ I thought it was cute ❞
❝ I wasn't— ❞
❝ yes, why are you trying to lie to me, woo? ❞ — you tilted your head again, disguising your cynicism with the cheap seduction that worked perfectly
❝ I just… ❞
❝ alone? ❞ — you raised your bright eyes — ❝ I don’t bite, no ❞ — she replied, laughing
he didn't finish, there was no way it could end with you getting a little closer, leaning your body slightly towards him, as if you were sharing a secret
❝ you suck at lying ❞
❝ I'm not lying ❞
❝ wonwoo ❞ — you said his name slowly, almost testing it again — ❝ you blush very easily ❞
he exhaled through his nose, defeated
❝ I'm not staying ❞
❝ oh, yes ❞ — she was so amused by his attempts to deny the obvious situation
❝ I’m not staying ❞
❝ it's getting now ❞
he ran his hand over the back of his neck, clearly not knowing what to do with you so close, calm, petulant, insistent….
..fragrant, beautiful, delicious…
You just looked at him a little longer, as if expecting a rejection, and then you slid your fingers over his hand, cynically
❝ come here ❞ — she didn’t pull at once, she just started walking and let him follow
And obviously, he went, followed you like a fucking puppy on a leash, a little behind at first, trying to understand if it was really happening, until he got close enough to you
❝ I don’t dance ❞ — he murmured, almost hiding behind you
❝ it's okay ❞ — you didn't even look back this time, you just slowed down until you stopped, turning to face him — ❝ you don't need to know ❞
the tropical beats started to vibrate, and [won’t bite] by doja cat started playing, it was just the perfect soundtrack
his hand was still in yours when you adjusted it slightly, moving a little closer, wonwoo stayed still for a second, he didn't even try to move
You started to move first, very lightly, just enough to set a rhythm, and he followed, a little late, a little awkwardly, without realizing that he was staring at your cleavage.
❝ it's already good ❞ — you commented, almost distracted — ❝ but it can get better, right? ❞
you took the other hand that was lost in the air, held it tight as if you were warming it up, and brought it directly to your waist
wonwoo gasped instantly, he wasn't prepared to immediately feel the softness of the part that the small top didn't cover, the skin-to-skin sensation made him squint his eyes
it really was pathetic
this helped more than any encouragement
he tried again, a little less stuck, letting his body follow along easier
you got a little closer, enough to guide without needing to speak, your hand running up his arm to his shoulder, firm, calm
❝ woo, look at me ❞ — you caught the boy's attention, who was lost staring at the cleavage you wore, analyzing a small drop of sweat that dripped down the valley of your nipples
He obeyed promptly, looking at you now a little braver
❝ am I doing it right? ❞ — he leaned over a little to be at your height, almost chewing the words
You laughed, feeling the boy shiver when he heard your giggle.
❝ yes, you are doing it right ❞
He sighed in relief, it would even be comical if you weren't focused on the bulge that was now growing in his pants
You couldn't help it, you had already had a few, he was definitely your type, and he was still drying your breasts with the biggest face?
you were horny, and it wasn't even an accident when you turned to him, starting to roll lightly on the phallus that was now present, he almost screamed, he still couldn't believe that you were really into him
❝ I-I don't even know how to dance facing you, imagine this ❞ — the poor guy was still worried about dancing, fearing that greater contact would make the volume evident, but you had already seen it a long time ago
❝ so don't dance, woo, let me dance for you ❞ — and so you shut him up immediately, only feeling the grip on your waist get stronger he was so glued to you that it was ridiculous to expect you not to notice the pressure on your ass, fuck, you were too thirsty
but you knew that if you took any hasty action, it would scare him, and you didn't want that, at all.
then you began to burn that fuse slowly, relying on the movements of your hips to try to send him a message you swayed calmly, sometimes following the music, sometimes inventing your own rhythm, after all, you didn't care about any shit anymore you leaned over more than necessary, giving him a privileged view of your round ass covered by a super tight denim skirt — ❝ shit… ❞ — you heard him curse, feeling proud of yourself continued to dance, now passing his hand over the arms that held you, now scratching the skin of your abdomen covered by the fabric
When the song ended, you slowly turned to him, observing the hot mess he had become in those 3 minutes.
his glasses were fogged up, his mouth was half open, his face was sweaty, you could have sworn he was even shaking and that scene only worsened the state of your panties, making you wrap your arms around his neck, waiting for a response
❝ y-you're beautiful... f-fuckin' beautiful ❞ — he managed to say through sighs, and you squeezed your legs, trying to alleviate some of the pleasant heat that was spreading
❝ am I? ❞ — you ran your hands down the collar of his shirt — ❝ so you’re not going to complain about that ❞ — and pulled him, pressing your lips together at a speed that would have scared him, but he was as needy as you, so you just allowed yourself to feel that moment
you controlled the kiss, scratching the back of his neck, while you felt his strong hands mark your waist more, he asked for passage with his tongue, in an attitude that surprised you, and you allowed it, aggressively, clicking tooth with tooth, but what would normally bother you, only increased your desire
❝ come.. with me ❞ — you managed to murmur amidst the lewd kiss, pulling him by the collar towards one of the bathrooms in the house
He followed you, without taking his hand off your waist or his eyes off your ass, only paying attention when you asked him to lock the bathroom door.
❝ I'm so soft that I wouldn't be able to walk up the stairs ❞ — she justified, as she pressed her mouth to his again
He just murmured something that you didn't pay attention to, moving his possessive hands down to the soft curve of your butt, risking a tight squeeze on one of the sides.you moaned against the kiss, feeling your panties getting ruined.
his kiss made you crazy, partly because it was so fucking good, partly because it tasted like the vodka he had drunk earlier
❝ hot ❞ — he spat, feeling you leave little bites on his marked jaw
You just continued your work, leaving wet kisses all over his neck, and going straight down to the waistband of his pants, staring at him.
❝ I need to prove it to you, woo ❞ — you started to unbutton your pants, feeling the light weight of the boy's hand, who wasn't sure if he could hold your hair or not
❝ you're going to finish me... my god ❞ — he whispered, leaning his head against the door, only feeling his hands going down the pants he was wearing
You stared at the white underwear he was wearing, the small spot of lubrication that had formed making you hungry, you left a little kiss there, hearing wonwoo's panting reverberate through the room
You quickly pulled down your underwear, feeling the long member practically jumping towards you, the pink head spewing excitement was your downfall, you could only think about what it would be like to have it inside you
It didn't take long for you to start jacking off the man, feeling the grip on your hair getting stronger, you kept stimulating him from the base to the tip, you wanted to know how much he could handle just the heat from the palm of your hand
he couldn't take much longer, wonwoo wasn't used to having special attention in that area other than his own hand, so it didn't take long for him to let out drawn out moans, asking you to put him in your mouth soon
❝ [name], please ❞ — he moaned softly
you laughed, releasing a hot breath against the cock that was starting to get more and more rigid.
He decided to end the little torture, slowly putting him in his mouth, just fitting his little head into the wet cavity that made him roll his eyes.
❝ g-good… it’s m-very good.. ❞
that praise only encouraged you to finish swallowing the member, returning after drooling the entire length and taking it out of your mouth, putting it away quickly
He began to make movements with his hands, massaging the heavy balls while licking the small slit on the head of the pink cock, before swallowing the phallus completely.
wonwoo was on cloud nine, he didn't know how to control himself, he moaned your name so sweetly that it made you moan too, vibrating around him
like that, it didn't take long for him to feel the first spasms, showing that he was going to cum, you held his strong thighs while you felt him reach your throat, and he began to have a clouded mind, shaking and almost falling with so much stimulation.
❝ I-I'm going to cum, I'm going to ❞ — he didn't even have time to take his dick out of your mouth, he exploded beforehand, and he still saw you swallowing it all, running your finger over what dripped out and licking it, looking at him in a totally provocative way
His breathing began to normalize as you went up and he pulled you in for another kiss, being able to taste him on your tongue.
He moved away just to watch her, almost drunk with devotion.
summary. everyone at your work place thinks seungcheol was a calculator– not just because of his weird math skills, but because of the look in his eyes every time he did something.
warnings. porn with no plot lol, cunnilingus, pussy eating, kinda face riding? Idk, use of pet-names hers darling, sweetheart, love his cheol
a/n. can u tell this was inspired by that one ateez interview where mingi called hongjoong a calculator? 😭 anyways hi! i will be publishing more soon, i’m so sorry for being mia love u all
If you had anything to say to your work bestie right now, it would be– “Hah! I proved you wrong, Minseo!”
But unfortunately, you were in no position to speak, breathe, or even think for there was a deviant between your legs who had stolen your breath away.
Choi Seungcheol.
In the office, he was practically invisible. While everyone else buzzed about their day, he quietly roamed the halls, clutching a Stanley Cup and typing away on his MacBook, a blank expression lingering on his face.
To his colleagues, he was just the exceptionally bright guy who seemed to drift through their conversations without leaving a mark—too absorbed in his own thoughts to ever truly engage. It was as if he was a ghost in a sea of chatter, always there but rarely acknowledged.
But he was eye candy to you and Minseo, one of the more attractive males on your floor.
And right now, his handsomeness was tenfold as he carefully ran his fingers down your leg, purring to himself.
“You’re sensitive,” he muttered, making an observation as he pushed up the skirt of your dress.
Tonight was the office get-together, where you and all your colleagues celebrated your survival of the year-end. What was supposed to be a casual dinner turned into a bet amongst you and Minseo.
The topic? Seungcheol, obviously.
“How good can he even be in bed? He looks like he doesn’t even know how to get a girl wet,” Minseo had laughed.
Your breath hitched when you sawSeungcheol’s eyes darken, that familiar twinge of his calculating personality swimming in those brown irises.
He’d pushed your dress up fully and was now face to face with the dark spot on your underwear.
“Is this from the kissing earlier?” He asked, voice raspy.
You wanted to say yes.
You wanted to scream at him– ‘Yes, Seungcheol! This is what happened when you kissed me against the wall and spread my thighs with your knees and and–’
But you simply nodded, not trusting yourself to make any noises.
“Mm... I like it,” He nodded, his fingers tracing your pussy through the fabric of your panties. A short breath left your mouth and his eyes instantly snapped back up to meet yours.
You knew exactly what he was doing.
You’d seen him do it countless times before, especially when he truly locked in. That distant, intense look in his eyes—like he was plotting, scheming, and unraveling a plan in his mind.
And now? He was going to figure you out.
Seungcheol’s fingers gently prodded at your clitoris, lightly rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. His fingers were exploratory, cautious. His eyes switched between watching you and looking at the dark spot in your panties increase in size slowly.
Even just the clitoral stimulation had your thighs twitching, the gentle flick flick flick of his thumb against you made jolts run up your spine.
“May I?” He asked softly. You looked down to find his beady eyes staring at you, free hand ghosting against the elastic band of your underwear. The sight made you want to kiss him. But it was evident that he was too focused on your pussy to give a shit about that.
You managed another nod, watching him peel the panties off of you, his eyes calculating.
The second that the layer between your most intimate spot and his sharp gaze was gone, Seungcheol let out a groan, his palms on the side of your cunt’s pout, gently spreading the skin to see you.
“God, she’s beautiful,” He muttered, the warmth of his breath making you whine. He noticed it, of course. The bastard always noticed.
His eyebrow raised, the thick hair creating a beautifully slanted line as he stared at you for a brief moment before blowing a stream of cool air into your pussy.
“Jesus fuc–” your breath hitched, back arching slightly as you looked down to find him staring at your cunt like he’d unlocked a hidden gem.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he leaned in, making you choke on thin air. “That feels nice, hmm?”
Before you could even think, his mouth descended on you, placing a sweet, soft kiss onto your mound. The contact made you sigh, fingers shyly finding his hair as you tugged, urging him to go deeper, do something.
But Choi Seungcheol had other plans.
The man placed another kiss along your folds, hissing softly as you tugged the strands on the back of his head. The third kiss came right on your clit before his tongue snaked out, moving from one side to the other, toying with you.
Seungcheol looked up at you, eyebrows scrunched together and that familiar glint in his eyes deepening as he heard your breathing pattern change.
He flattened his tongue, licking a languid stripe up your cunt before puckering his lips and slowly sucking the clitoris into his mouth.
Your slick oozed out of your folds, breathy moans mixing with the mild hum of his air conditioning as he dipped his head lower, his tongue parting your lips and sneaking inside.
“Oh...”
His nose nudged your clit and your grip on his hair tightened, tugging sharper as you whined, dragging your hips upward to catch his nose again.
But his palm roughly flattened against your stomach, pinning you down. The way his thumb brushed against your skin had goosebumps rising.
“Let me– Please,” Seungcheol whispered, like he was some mind-reading maniac who had figured out what you wanted despite you doing nothing but moaning pathetically.
He shifted the position of his head, nose bridge rubbing right against your nerves, his tongue flattened over your pussy as he mouthed at you like an animal lapping water.
You were not going to last.
Seungcheol figured that out too.
“I got you, darling,” he hummed, mouth lapping at you as he bobbed his head up and down, the friction against your most sensitive button and the pressure of his treacherous tongue against your intimates had you crying out his name like a war cry.
You came fast and hard, vision going white for a split second as you breathed loudly, hips grinding to ride out the high on his mouth. He let you use him, before finally coming up for air.
With lazy eyes, you almost giggled at the way he was staring at you. Internally, Seungcheol was making a mental checklist— likes to get her clit played with, sensitive skin on her lower stomach, gets very breathy when nearing an orgasm...
🔮 preview. “You don’t have to believe me when I say I want to defile you. I’ll prove it to you soon enough,” Wonwoo’s smirk widens. “You might be an angel, but angels aren’t impervious to sin. After all, demons were angels once, until they stopped lying to themselves and gave in to the carnal pleasures. We’ll get there, don’t worry. I might be a demon, but I can be patient.”
tw/cw. Mentions of porn and bdsm, unprotected sex, multiple sex positions, multiple reader orgasms, oral/pussy eating, praise, slight degradation, manhandling, fingering, overstimulation, foreplay, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel, baby.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.6k
🍭 aus. Non idol au, angel & demon au, enemies to lovers, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. So think of it kind of like the Disney movie about emotions, Inside Out, where the demon and angel view Mingyu’s world through a viewing station and speak to him through his subconscious to guide him one way or the other. Also, please note: I’m not religious, so my interpretation of angel!y/n warring with herself over temptation is simply an interpretation and a fanfic.
Prologue:
You can remember the day you first saw Mingyu as if it were only this morning. He was the sweetest child, visiting church with his family at age four. There was something so adorable about his all-white outfit, the slacks and button-up with a vest. He looked very devoted and very determined as he stood up and sang the church songs with his whole little chest.
That was the day you asked to be his guardian angel, and for a time, nothing had ever been so easy.
Mingyu is pure of heart in a way most humans can never even dream of being. Some kids have a demon on their shoulder from an early age, a pest to be dealt with and chastised by both angel and parent, but not Mingyu. It was just you and him, for many, many years, and you delighted in the fact that you had one of the best boys you’d ever met as your ward.
Many late-blooming children gain a demon when they enter high school, when they first try marijuana or alcohol against their own better judgment - it’s the work of the demon on their shoulder - but again, not Mingyu.
It wasn’t until your good boy was sixteen that things started to shift. His friends were all having their first sexual encounters, and they began to tease your perfect church baby that he was a virgin. Mingyu tried to pretend their words didn’t hurt, but you knew differently. Although you tried to push him in the direction of spending more time with other church children, Mingyu continued to hang out with these raunchy boys, as they were on his high school basketball team.
He held off valiantly from the compulsions of the deadly sins, but one cold December night, your perfect golden boy finally snapped and gave in to temptation.
The demon known as Wonwoo appeared the moment Mingyu first typed the words ‘porn hub’ into his cellphone, and in the darkness of Mingyu’s room, you met the man who would be your antihero for as long as Mingyu would continue to live.
And Wonwoo is a demon with a reputation. Whereas you like to cherry-pick your wards as the kindhearted humans who are pure of soul, Wonwoo is known for his ability to sniff out those who are easily tempted by sin. His last human was a sexual fiend, and he got addicted to OnlyFans. he lost his relationship and all of his money due to Wonwoo’s coaxing of the addiction. The man died prematurely while drunk driving, which is something of a success story for the demon who collected his soul in the end.
So why was this demon in particular here with you and Mingyu?
What had seemed like an easy task had become more difficult than you ever signed up for, and Wonwoo seemed to relish in the knowledge that he was here to contradict your every musing in Mingyu’s ear.
One:
“I hope you have your popcorn ready, angel,” Wonwoo grins, as the two of you hover in your between-worlds guardian posting. It’s kind of like an apartment, with two sides, the good and the evil, with a massive monitor to watch what Mingyu is doing at any given time. There are speakers for you both to try to persuade him into things, and your voices are what Mingyu might classify as opposing sides of his subconscious.
“Frat parties can be positive,” you insist as you settle next to Wonwoo. “Last time, he saved that girl who blacked out.”
“Yeah, the wild goose chase,” Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “He should have been hitting on girls and slamming jello shots, but instead, you convinced him to track down the girl’s dorm room, carry her all the way home, and make sure she was okay when she woke up hours later. He even held her hair back while she puked. Yuck.”
When Wonwoo knows he’s lost to you, he generally fucks off, goes back into his demon side of the apartment, in his demon room, or leaves altogether to complete other tasks.
Demons don’t need sleep, and technically, angels don’t either, but you’re a self-identifying lazy girl, and you prefer to have rest when Mingyu sleeps, rather than be twenty-four seven working like Wonwoo is. You wonder if his packed schedule is what makes him such a dick, but you also have seen the joy he takes in doing bad deeds, and you can only assume that when he’s not here with you in Mingyu’s head, he’s off pillaging and causing mischief elsewhere.
Wonwoo looks through Mingyu’s eyes, and he leans toward the communicator where he can send his words to your ward. “Get a drink,” Wonwoo insists. “Something fun. Something fruity. Something with way too much alcohol that’s masked with sugar.”
You sigh, also leaning forward. “We should start slow with some water.”
You can sense Mingyu’s inner turmoil as he makes his way to the kitchen, and that’s where he bumps into Hoshi and Seungkwan, both of whom are ruled by their inner demon.
“Hey buddy, want a drink?” Hoshi grins, cheeks pink, eyes clouded with booze.
“Reject him,” you say.
“Accept,” Wonwoo pushes.
“Sure, why not?” Mingyu grins, taking the cup of purple liquid. He downs it easily, and you sigh. So tonight will be a more indulgent evening, and you hate the way Wonwoo sits back with a smile.
“Score one for me, angel,” Wonwoo muses.
“The night is still young,” you huff.
Wonwoo leans forward again. “You know what goes good with alcohol? Cocaine. Or ecstasy. Something fun. Maybe molly.”
You’re flabbergasted. “Mingyu has never-”
“Now is the night to start, he’s at a frat party, with friends, and we know Vernon always has a bong on hand. Maybe weed, something chill.”
You hate him, and you spend the next two hours battling Wonwoo for dominance of Mingyu. Wonwoo wins when it comes to alcohol, but your sweet boy isn’t interested in drugs, no matter how much the demon insists it’s the perfect night to dabble.
And that’s when Mingyu first lays eyes on Kimi.
She’s a year younger than him, someone he’s heard about and seen a few times, but never talked to. She looks gorgeous, in a flowy top and jeans that hug her just right. You can sense Mingyu’s heartbeat quickening, and in his drunkenness, he’s even more susceptible to Wonwoo, who leans forward. “You should fuck her tonight, there’s never a time to be a whore like the present.”
“No sex, you like her!” you argue back. “Talk to her, get her name, look for longevity.”
Wonwoo scoffs. “A one-night stand with a girl like that? Who could think of something better?”
“Uh, maybe a relationship?” you snap.
“We don’t know anything about her!” Wonwoo yells. “And we don’t need to know.”
You lean back from where Mingyu can hear your subconscious pushings, glaring at Wonwoo. “What’s with you and rough, anonymous sex?”
“It’s the best way to have it,” Wonwoo tells you, his grin widening. “I think our Mingyu boy would love to try some of the things he’s seen in the porn I’ve pushed him to watch. You know, bondage, tying a girl up, all the good shit.”
“Consentually, of course.”
“With you here, it would always have to be consensual,” Wonwoo scoffs.
“You’re despicable.”
“I’m a demon.”
“Even demons have their limits.”
Wonwoo shrugs. “Not really.”
“Well, my Mingyu is a good person. He’d never stoop to your level.”
“Well, he watches the porn I want to watch.”
You click your tongue. Wonwoo convincing Mingyu to watch porn is always the worst, and it’s when you leave the viewing station. The demon can be particularly convincing when it comes to observing sex acts on Mingyu’s phone, but you know your good boy would never go further than simply watching. He’s not the type to ever act on some of the more raunchy ideas Wonwoo forces into his head.
No matter how hard Wonwoo pushes, you know your Mingyu.
And you’re thankful that by the end of the night at the frat party, Mingyu agrees with you that he’s now too drunk, and he retires to bed.
The viewing station goes dark as Mingyu drifts to sleep, and you stand up with a sigh, glaring at Wonwoo.
“You know, one of these days, you’re going to admit that you kind of like the whole bondage sex thing,” Wonwoo sighs.
“What?” you gasp.
“You always leave the room when he and I watch porn.”
“Because I’m a pure being! Because porn and sex go against what I stand for!”
“Porn and lust might be ‘anti-angel’, but sex is natural; it’s God-created. Humans are like any other animal, and they’re meant to have sex, to procreate,” Wonwoo says simply. “I know you’re loose on your whole ‘celibate until marriage’ ideals. When Mingyu lost his virginity, you were happy because it was soft. You might be an angel, but you don’t follow a strict code, no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you follow the bible to the letter. I’m just curious how loose your morals really are. You might think I’m here to test Mingyu, but I’m really here to test you.”
“And who do you think you are to test me?” you glare.
Wonwoo shrugs. “Just a demon who specializes in lust, a demon who took one look at you on Mingyu’s shoulder and decided, ‘you know what, I’d fuck that angel.’”
“As if that’s a compliment.”
“It is, most angels have sticks up their asses the size of the Empire State Building. And don’t get me wrong, you have a stick up yours too, I’m just curious if you’d want something else up inside of you at the same time.”
“I can’t believe you,” you groan, hating the way your body reacts to his sinister smirk, the slight floodyness of his hair, and the regal way he stares at you.
“You don’t have to believe me when I say I want to defile you. I’ll prove it to you soon enough,” Wonwoo’s smirk widens. “You might be an angel, but angels aren’t impervious to sin. After all, demons were angels once, until they stopped lying to themselves and gave in to the carnal pleasures. We’ll get there, don’t worry. I might be a demon, but I can be patient.”
Two:
“Hold it, you’re not going anywhere,” Wonwoo grins, grabbing your arm as you’re about to leave the room, when Mingyu pulls up pornhub with Kimi on his mind.
“I’m not sitting here with you for this; it’s weird,” you insist, pulling yourself away from him, hating the way the cold of his touch lingers on your skin.
“Boys will be boys, let the man find some release,” Wonwoo tells you, his grin widening.
“Boys may be boys, but you were whispering in Mingyu’s ear all day that he should have a jack off session and think about ‘that chick from the frat party.’”
Wonwoo shrugs. “It wasn’t that hard to convince him.”
You let out a deep breath.
“Watch this,” Wonwoo leans forward so Mingyu can hear him. “Look up ‘rope BDSM.’”
“Oh my gosh!” You cover your eyes with your hands as Mingyu quickly follows through with Wonwoo’s suggestion.
“There’s something so sexy about having complete control of another person,” Wonwoo insists, leaning back and staring at you with dark eyes. “Admit it, you liked controlling Mingyu before I showed up.”
“It’s not remotely the same.”
“It is, sort of.” The demon shrugs. “You like control. I know you do. Because every time you don’t get your way, you have a little fit.”
“I do not!”
“Look at you, angel, you’re practically stomping your cute little foot right now.” Wonwoo lets out a chuckle, and you hate how attractive it is. “If you play your cards right, someday, I might let you have a little control over me.”
“What, like tie you up?” you scoff.
Wonwoo’s grin widens. “Does that excite you?”
“In your dreams,” you snap.
“Angel, we both know I don’t sleep. But I do imagine things, things about you…”
Your breath catches.
“I imagine what you sound like, what you taste like. I imagine the look in your eye when I have you immobilized and at my mercy. I imagine making you crack, making you finally admit that pleasure is exactly what it means in the dictionary; the feelings of delight, something you enjoy with every fiber of your being, something you’d beg for me to give you again and again.”
Your skin is heating with embarrassment, and it’s crazy to you that Wonwoo can say everything he just said with a completely straight face. He has zero shame in admitting the things he’s just admitted, and yet, you feel like the dirty one.
“I’m leaving,” you say again, more firmly this time.
“I won’t stop you; you have full control of yourself, and that’s what makes this interesting.” Wonwoo turns his attention back to the screen, where Mingyu is now in the throes of enjoying porn.
“You’re evil,” you snap.
“I’m a demon, it’s part of the job description,” Wonwoo says absentmindedly.
You fight the urge to stomp your foot, and with one last scoff of displeasure, you go back to your quarters, throwing yourself down onto your bed with a muffled scream.
Three:
It’s been a month of chaos. Wonwoo has become somehow even more dirty, and every time he whispers some sexual idea in Mingyu’s ear, his eyes are fixed on you.
You squirm when he mentions bondage, porn, rough sex, and more dirty things that are not for an angel’s ears.
And to make matters worse, you know that Wonwoo is imagining himself doing all of these dirty things to you. To be the object of sin and desire is new to you, and it brings an uncomfortable feeling to the pit of your stomach.
You grapple with yourself every night, unable to get Wonwoo’s voice out of your head.
The word ‘tantalizing’ has never had much merit for you, but now, you understand. Wonwoo oozes sex and intrigue; he makes your mind go to places it's never before visited; dark, lustful places that make your heart race and your skin tingle.
The little smirk that quirks onto his lips when he knows he’s irritated you has become burned into your mind's eye, and you can’t escape the shiny points of his canines, or the flash of black that overtakes his irises when he’s being demonic.
You can feel your resolve to stay true to your morals is slipping, and in its place is a growing need that’s threatening to overtake you, body and soul.
This is the power of a truly strong demon, and it both scares and excites you while you war with yourself.
Four:
After another long day of Wonwoo being raunchy, Mingyu finally goes to sleep. The viewer goes dark, and you stand up with a sigh. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” you muse, “but I’m thankful you didn’t push for more porn.”
“He’s on a streak, you know,” Wonwoo smirks. “But I figured I could let you off the hook for one night.”
“Let my pure boy off the hook, you mean.”
“No, I meant what I said. You’re the one who has a problem with it, not Mingyu. He’s just a hot-blooded man who’s hardly had any good sex in his life. A bit of porn can’t hurt.”
You roll your eyes. “Scientists who study the interaction between porn and erectile dysfunction would beg to differ.”
“Human scientists.” Wonwoo’s smirk widens.
“I’m not having an argument with you, I’m off the clock.”
“Off the clock,” the demon repeats with a chuckle.
“Yes, off the clock, which means I also don’t have to deal with you anymore.”
“You enjoy ‘dealing with me.’” Wonwoo insists.
You scoff loudly. “In what diluted world can you come to that conclusion?”
The demon steps closer to you. “The world where I’m a demon who can read sexual energy, and lately, it’s been wafting off your aura like smoke. And where there’s smoke, well, there’s fire.”
“I think you should get your eyes checked,” you fire at him, your arms crossing over your chest in an effort to keep that ‘sexual energy’ contained.
“You’re such a virgin that it’s almost laughable,” Wonwoo tells you, his voice lowering. “Most angels don’t have the kind of lustful energy you do, virginity and all, but every being that exists is plagued by at least one of the seven deadly sins, angels included. It seems to me that your carnal desire is sex, which isn’t anything to be ashamed of. I’ve worked with angels who are greedy, angels who have a sense of divine wrath, but pride is the main trait I’ve seen. One could argue that all three of those sins are more disgusting on an angel than that of simply wanting to be touched, to experience one’s form to the fullest.”
Your mouth feels dry, and you lick your lips, unsure of what to say.
“Don’t worry, angel, I don’t need a response, not really. But… I would never defile an angel without her wanting it, so when I ask you this next question, I’ll need at least an enthusiastic nod if not a verbal ‘yes.’”
“What do you need to ask me?” you whisper.
Wonwoo is close enough to touch you now, and he reaches for your hand, tracing his thumb against your palm. Your mind is telling you to pull away, but you can’t. His touch is cold, but there’s something so nice about it…
“Can I kiss you?” Wonwoo asks, his words hanging in the air like a heavy smog.
You try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it does little to help, and you stare at the beautiful demon. Your body is screaming yes, but your mind is still plagued with trepidation.
“It’s a sin.”
“A kiss isn’t a sin, and besides, you’re off the clock, remember?” His smirk is just so beautiful, and you have to remind yourself that even though he’s a demon, Wonwoo was crafted by God’s own hands. “I think you can forgive yourself for a small misdemeanor, after all, humans are forgiven for much worse.”
“I…” Your heart is hammering in your rib cage, and never in your long life have you felt a desire like this.
“Or… I could wait,” Wonwoo sighs. “I won’t pressure you. I’m a demon, but I’m not an asshole.”
The idea of waiting even longer makes your skin tingle, and you can feel a frown of dissatisfaction appearing on your face.
“You can kiss me,” you say, and the words feel foreign on your tongue.
“Even though you hate me?” Wonwoo grins, cocking a brow.
“Even though I hate you.”
The demon lets out a laugh, dropping your hand in favour of grabbing your hips. He pulls you toward him, being shockingly gentle for a man who’s so outspoken about his taste for rough sex.
“Nobody has to know about this,” Wonwoo whispers as he leans closer. “Even angels are allowed to have dirty little secrets.”
“Then this will be our little secret,” you breathe, swallowing thickly as your hands instinctively go to his shoulder, tugging the demon even closer.
He meets your gaze as he slowly leans in, giving you all the time in the world to change your mind. But you’re in too deep now, and there’s no going back.
His lips press against yours gently, and your whole body is flooded with what you can only describe as pleasure, like a cool breeze wafting over you on an extremely hot day. You want more, and Wonwoo tugs you closer by your hips, his tongue snaking out to rub your lower lip.
Your mouth opens a little, a whimper escaping you as the kiss deepens. Wonwoo releases a low growl, and butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach from the sound.
Nothing in the world has ever made you feel this way, as if you’re glowing, and all because a dark being is tantalizing you toward sin.
With a gasp, you pull away, breathing heavily.
Wonwoo holds you, not pushing for more; he gives you mental space to analyze what’s just happened, while still keeping you physically close, like a protector.
It’s such an odd notion, the idea that a demon could be any sort of protection for an angel like you.
“I think…” You swallow thickly. “I think I need to have some time alone now.”
“I understand,” Wonwoo nods, his hands slipping away from your hips. “The ball is in your court, angel. Until you decide what you want to do, this is our little secret.”
“Our little secret,” you repeat like a mantra, but the words don’t do anything to help the anxiety building inside of you. It’s as if at any moment you could be struck down for impurity, except, even when you’re alone later, no hand of God comes to smite you.
You think carefully about what Wonwoo’s said, about all living things having their sinful, carnal desires, even angels.
Maybe this is natural, maybe this is okay… maybe.
Five:
You’ve been yearning for Wonwoo in a way you’ve never yearned for anything since your creation. It’s taking every ounce of your self-restraint to keep your distance from him, and Wonwoo’s not making any of it easy.
Every dirty whisper in Mingyu’s ear, every glance at you while he talks about sex, bondage, and porn…
It has your heart racing, your skin heating, and your core throbbing in a way that used to be foreign but is now becoming all too familiar.
“Should I push for more sin tonight?” Wonwoo asks as Mingyu gets ready for bed. “Or have you had enough?”
You groan, knowing that you’re wet from the day you’ve had. “Please.”
“Please, what?” He cocks a brow.
“I’m so tired of all of this.”
“Tired of fighting your own desires, you mean,” Wonwoo corrects, seeing right through you.
You hate that your ‘sexual aura’ is visible to him, hate that no matter how hard you try to fight it, Wonwoo will always know the truth.
And the truth is: you want this demon to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. You want to get a taste of the sin he has to offer, the sin he claims other angels partake in secretly.
Why are you holding yourself back, holding yourself to a set of standards, if others in your angelic profession don’t?
“What are you thinking about?” Wonwoo asks, watching you carefully.
You release a deep breath. “Everything.”
“Sounds like a lot,” the demon chuckles.
“It is.”
“Too much for a sweet angel like you to carry on her own shoulders.”
You study his face, wondering if he’s being condescending or not.
“Being a demon is much easier. I don’t have to worry about anything,” Wonwoo continues, leaning back in his seat. “No rules, no standards, no fear. Just existence. Freedom.”
“I’m free,” you insist.
“Are you really?” Wonwoo grins. “Could have fooled me.”
“I am free! I’m an angel! I have the most freedom in the world!”
“Freedom to kiss who you want to kiss? To act on the desires that were literally built into you? Why would God have made you with the sin of lust if he did not intend for you to act on it? To torture you for your entire existence?” Wonwoo shakes his head.
“He bestowed temptation so his creations could rise above it and devote themselves to Him,” you insist. “It teaches spiritual strength and perseverance.”
“Whatever you say, little Miss Sunday School.”
You let out a deep sigh. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” Wonwoo grins.
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because it makes me want you even more!” you scream. “For a reason I can not comprehend, I want you. I want you for the teasing, for the chastizing, for this disgusting ego that I would never condone on a human ward. I want it. I want all of you. And it’s killing me!”
Wonwoo stands up abruptly, and you mirror him, heart racing in your chest.
You can’t believe you’ve just admitted all of it, all of the deep dark things you’ve been thinking about for weeks.
“An ego can be sexy,” Wonwoo says finally. “Although I’d classify myself as more of a prideful being than an egotistical one.”
“Ugh!” You throw your hands up, hating that his smirk is the most handsome thing you’ve ever seen, hating that he’s right.
“Tell me you want this again,” Wonwoo urges you, stepping closer.
“I want you! You already heard me say it!” Your skin is hot with irritation, both sexual and emotional, and you can hardly think straight.
“No, tell me you want this.” Wonwoo grabs your hand, tugging you to his chest. He looks down at you, his lips almost ghosting over your own.
“I want this,” you whimper, feeling defeated and broken.
You can no longer hold yourself back, and part of you doesn’t want to.
“I’ll be gentle,” the demon promises, bringing his mouth down to your throat, where he presses soft kisses that take your breath away.
“I thought you liked it rough,” you say, releasing a chuckle that brings your anxiety down.
“I also like pleasure. I’m prideful, not a narcissist. Tonight, your pleasure will come first.”
Your skin tingles, and you swallow a lump in your throat. You can feel your fear dissipating. Part of you had imagined he’d want to try bondage with you right away, so it’s a relief that he’s going to meet you at your level, which is… well, nonexistent.
You are a free being. And tonight, you will lose your heavenly virginity of your own volition.
Wonwoo begins to suck on a spot just below your ear, and it makes you moan. You throw your arms around the demon, tugging him closer.
One of Wonwoo’s hands slips down to your bum, squeezing you through your white pants.
God, he feels so good, and you focus on the feeling, pushing aside your racing thoughts.
You draw his lips to yours, and Wonwoo groans with pleasure, tugging you so you’re flush to his body.
Kissing him is like magic, and you get lost in it easily. Your core is wet, and you can feel your panties getting sticky, which is a tantalizing thought.
“Bedroom,” Wonwoo says, breaking the kiss.
Without missing a beat, the demon reaches down and lifts you bridal style. You gasp, clutching onto his shoulders and blinking up at him.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Wonwoo laughs. “As if I was about to take your virginity in a living room.”
He heads toward your side of the apartment, and he pushes the door of your bedroom open.
Your room is all creams and minimalism, a true safe space, and he pauses to look at it for a moment. He’s never been in your room, nor you in his.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“Nothing, it’s just… very different from my side of the space.”
“No whips and chains hanging on the walls?” you tease.
“How about no black onyx floors or dark colours.”
“Well, I am an angel,” you point out as he gently sets you on the bed.
“Yes, baby, the best angel I’ve ever met.”
“Really?”
“Without a doubt. The most angelic.” Wonwoo climbs on top of you, and your legs spread instinctively as the demon looks down at you. “I’ve never met an angel who has never sinned. It’s endearing.”
“Will you still find me endearing after tonight?” you ask.
“I’ll find you endearing forever,” Wonwoo promises.
“Who knew such sweet words could come from a demon.”
Wonwoo laughs. “If anyone deserves sweet words from me, it’s you.”
“You’re just saying that to get me in bed.”
“We’re already in bed.”
“Good point.” You grab the nape of his neck, tugging his lips down to yours.
This verbal foreplay has become trite, and you’re ready for more, ready for all Wonwoo is about to give you.
For the first time, you taste desperation on his lips, and it excites you. He grinds gently down against you, and it’s the first time there’s been pressure on your core. Tingles of pleasure run through you as you tighten your legs around his hips, willing him to push harder.
Wonwoo groans, following through with your silent plea. He ruts hard as you kiss each other, stimulating your clit through your clothing.
One of his hands reaches up and grabs your breast through your white sweater, massaging you and making you gasp.
“Such pretty sounds,” Wonwoo whispers, biting your earlobe gently. “Can’t wait to hear you screaming my name.”
“Wonwoo,” you whimper, wiggling beneath him, eager for more.
He sits up, and with one tug, Wonwoo removes your sweater, leaving you in a cream bra.
“All white everything, huh?” he laughs.
“I’m an angel.”
“So you keep reminding me. You always wear such loose, modest clothing, but I imagined you’d be gorgeous under all these layers.” He licks his lips, his thumb teasing the lace of your bra. “Should I go slow?”
“Go medium,” you tell him.
Wonwoo lets out another chuckle. “That wasn’t one of the options.”
“Make it one of the options.”
He shakes his head at you, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
You thread your fingers through his raven black hair, mewling as he massages you through your bra. Your nipples are aching already, and there’s a sense of great relief when he finally takes your bra off.
“So pretty,” Wonwoo muses, kissing down from your throat to your breasts, where he captures one of your nipples in his mouth.
You whimper desperately, your entire body on fire with the pleasure.
“And so sensitive too,” the demon groans, gently dragging his teeth over your sensitive bud.
“Please,” you gasp.
“Please, what?” he looks up at you.
You let out a shuddery breath. “More.”
“Your wish is my command, angel,” Wonwoo teases, his hand gliding down your body. Deft fingers slip under the waistband of your pants, but he stays over your panties as he makes contact with your clit.
You writhe against the bedding, eyes clenched shut as foreign ecstasy washes over you.
He continues to suck on your nipple as he toys with your pussy.
“Soaking through your panties,” Wonwoo tuts. “My dirty girl.”
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you’re shocked that you like the way his words feel. It’s a sinful kind of praise, and it makes you dizzy as you watch him, anticipating what he’ll do next.
Wonwoo takes his time as he licks and sucks your nipples, playing with your pussy through drenched fabric.
It’s a relief when he finally tugs your pants down, leaving you in only panties.
Then, Wonwoo sits up, tugging his shirt off with one motion.
Your jaw drops at the view of his bare torso. He’s lean but muscled, and you wish you could trace the lines on his skin, but Wonwoo made it clear that tonight is about you.
“I’m going to eat you out now,” Wonwoo explains, as he sinks to the floor. “Bet you taste like nectar and sunshine.”
Talking about your ‘taste’ makes you shy, and you close your thighs, only for him to gently pry them open.
“Don’t be bashful, baby,” Wonwoo coos, pressing kisses to your skin.
“What if I don’t taste like nectar and sunshine?” you ask.
“I can already smell it on you,” Wonwoo promises, an attempt to be assuring, but now you’re talking about smell, and it makes you even more anxious. “You know what, let’s leave taste and smell out of this for now, okay?”
“Yes, please,” you nod, biting your bottom lip.
Wonwoo hooks his fingers in your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs.
The cool air of the room on your wet core makes you groan, back arching a little as you writhe against the bed.
Cold hands grab your thighs, confidently spreading you open.
“Just breathe,” Wonwoo reminds you as he leans forward and licks the entirety of your core lewdly.
“Shit!” you gasp, thighs quaking.
The demon chuckles. “That’s the first time you’ve ever swore.”
You slap a hand over your mouth, and he shakes his head at you, returning to his task.
Soon, you’re moaning through your fingers, and your other hand reaches down to grab at his hair, keeping his face buried between your thighs.
He eats you out like a starved man, ravaging your pussy with licks and sucks that have your head spinning in the best possible way.
And then Wonwoo begins to growl, and you’ve never heard anything so erotic.
Your own gasps and whimpers are filling the room, and you can feel something getting tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach.
“Wonwoo,” you pant. “I think… I think I’m going to cum!”
He releases a groan, and the vibration of it on your clit makes your legs shake. All of your muscles are tense, waiting for that final push-
Then you look down, and your eyes lock with his. His pupils are blown, and he looks absolutely demonic, but there’s something so incredibly sexy about this powerful demon worshiping you with his mouth on your core-
You cum like an electric shock, your entire body jolting, muscles releasing only to clench again as the waves surge through you.
You scream, grabbing at the bed sheets like an anchor as your orgasm overtakes you.
Wonwoo is unrelenting on your core, groaning and eating you messily, and it only makes the whole situation more erotic.
You’ve been to Heaven, but nothing has ever felt like this.
“Wonwoo!” you scream when the pleasure begins to feel like it’s too much, like you can’t contain or sustain this type of ecstasy anymore.
The demon pulls away immediately, looking up at you.
“Angel,” he breathes, “you’re glowing.”
“What?”
“You’re glowing,” he repeats. Wonwoo grabs your hand from the bed, lifting it so you can see that your skin is literally aglow.
“Is this normal?” you gasp in panic.
“I’ve never seen it.”
“And you fuck a lot of angels?” you snap.
“Not really,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I find most of you to be too high-strung.”
“I’m high-strung.”
“But it’s endearing on you.” His thumb gently rubs your glit, and you jolt, releasing a gasp. “Glowing can’t be harmful.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure it’s just pent-up energy,” he muses. “Should I give you more?”
You take all of one second to consider his words before nodding. “More.”
Wonwoo nuzzles against your inner thigh with a laugh, and then he teases a digit between your pussy lips, gently sinking it into you.
You groan, your inner walls having never been touched before.
“So warm,” Wonwoo breathes. “So tight.”
He gently finger fucks you, teasing your hole open, and he brings his mouth to your clit again.
His pace is slow, and you know he’s letting you acclimate to the stimulus.
You can feel yourself dripping on his digit, and the slick is making it all too easy for him to work you open. Soon, he adds another finger, and you groan desperately, loving the slight stretch.
“Gonna make you cum on my fingers before I give you the real thing,” Wonwoo explains.
“Okay,” you whimper.
He returns to sucking on your clit, but he’s not being as gentle as he was before.
You can feel that tension building again, and with each slick sound of his fingers fucking into you, you know you’re getting closer to the edge.
Whimpers escape your lips, and you gasp when he crooks his fingers, hitting a spot that has your whole body coming alight with pleasure.
You’ve heard Wonwoo talk about the ‘g-spot’ before, and you’re pretty sure he just found yours.
Your toes are curling, muscles getting incredibly tight as his pace quickens.
“I’m close!” you cry out, grabbing the bed sheets again, your heart racing in your chest.
Wonwoo groans a sound of affirmation, and again, his noise of pleasure is what sends you over the edge.
Just like the first time, he works you through your orgasm, unrelenting, while the pleasure courses through you. You’re a throbbing, whimpering mess by the time Wonwoo pulls away, and you watch with shy delight as he licks his fingers clean, moaning at your taste.
“How did that one feel, angel?” he asks.
“So good,” you whimper.
Wonwoo stands up, looking down at your nude form.
“Ready for the real deal?”
“I’m scared,” you admit, seeing the outline of his cock through his pants.
“That’s natural,” Wonwoo breathes, undoing his belt. “And if you still want to change your mind…”
“No.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “Let’s do this.”
Wonwoo pulls his pants down, and suddenly, his cock is slapping up against his stomach.
Your jaw drops at the sight of him. He’s long… well, you’re pretty sure he’s long, not that you have much to compare it to.
“That’s going to fit inside of me?” you ask.
“Angel, your pussy is wetter than a slip and slide, it won’t be a problem,” Wonwoo laughs.
“Just… go slow.”
“Not medium?” he teases.
“Wonwoo…” you groan.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises, now fully nude as he climbs on top of you. “Don’t worry.”
Wonwoo presses his lips to yours, and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pouring all of your attention into the meeting of your mouths.
Wonwoo slowly begins to rut, teasing his cock through your wet pussy lips and bumping your clit. The grinding feels phenomenal, and soon you’re a moaning mess beneath him, your core aching to be filled.
As if he can read you, the demon reaches for the base of his cock, lining the tip up with your wet hole. His mouth moves to your throat, giving you space to speak if you need him to pause or slow down, but as his tip slips inside of you, you realize there will be no need for breaks.
Sure, the stretch is new, but it’s not bad.
In fact, your pussy is trying to swallow him up, and with each inch after inch, you feel more and more complete.
Wonwoo truly is your opposite, the yin to your yang, and it feels phenomenal to finally be connected like this.
“You okay?” Wonwoo asks, and you can see his muscles feathering, as if it’s taking every ounce of self-control for him not to let loose and fuck you stupid.
“Feels good,” you groan, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him further into you.
Wonwoo moans deeply, and a moment later, he’s fully sheathed in your wet core.
You both release sounds of pleasure together, and your lips meet in a fiery kiss.
You love tangling your fingers in his hair, and it makes him kiss you harder. He’s still fully inside of you, unmoving as your walls adjust, but soon, your own hips are rocking, and he takes the cue to begin to thrust.
The first movement is shallow and slow, and you revel in the drag of his cock against your inner walls.
You cry out, throwing your head back, and Wonwoo latches onto your throat, sucking and nibbling.
Your pebbled nipples press against his chest, and each movement toys with them.
You can feel Wonwoo everywhere. He’s completely commanding every one of your senses, and not a single thought is going through your mind except for one word: more.
His pace is increasing, and you get the sense that he’s reacting to your sounds, figuring you out based on your whimpering and whining.
You pull Wonwoo away from your throat by his hair, and you open your eyes, looking up at him.
God, he truly is the most beautiful being you’ve ever seen.
He’s truly a vision, lust-blown pupils and all, his hair a mess from where you’re tugging on it.
You breathe in each other, lips almost meeting but just separate, and the teasing makes everything more seductive.
Wonwoo pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you onto your side. He moves behind you, a cold big spoon as he enters you again. His breath is hot on your shoulders, and he takes the opportunity to gently bite your neck, making you gasp. You reach behind yourself, grabbing his hair again, which earns you a groan of pleasure.
His hand is on your hip, and he fucks into you desperately, adjusting your body ever so slightly, opening your leg a little so he can hit deeper.
“Wonwoo!” you whimper when his hand slips from your hips to your core, his fingers teasing your clit.
“That’s it, scream my name,” he grins, biting your earlobe and making you shiver.
“Wonwoo!” you say it louder this time, unable to contain yourself as he works you closer and closer to the edge again.
“Gonna cum on my cock, huh, angel?” he chuckles.
“Yes, I’m so close,” you whimper, pussy tightening around him.
“Not yet.” Wonwoo pulls out of you suddenly, and you whine, only for him to adjust you.
Now you’re sitting on top of him, with Wonwoo propped against the headboard.
“Why am I on top?” you ask, confused.
“Oh angel,” he licks your nipple, “just because you’re on top doesn’t mean you’re the one who is in control.”
His hands are on your hips again, and he lifts you slightly, allowing him to plow up into you.
You cry out from how deep his cock is hitting you, from the way he’s using you like a ragdoll.
You throw your head back, and his mouth latches onto your nipple. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in the dark curls as he fucks you stupid.
Each smack down of your core on his cock has pressure on your clit, and you can feel that orgasm bubbling again.
You feel drunk, or, what you think being drunk would feel like. It’s a pleasurable dizziness, a mind numbing euphoria and a tingling that flutters through your entire body.
Wonwoo growls, and you know it’s a sound of affirmation, a sound to push you toward the edge.
A few more rough thrusts have you tumbling into ecstasy, your entire core clamping down on Wonwoo’s cock. Your head falls forward, your lips making contact with the crown of Wonwoo’s head as he also groans. He pulls off of your nipple, panting desperately as he holds you down, his cock burried in your throbbing pussy.
You know he’s cumming too, and feel his muscles twitching, his shoulders tight with tension.
And his sounds… nothing in Heaven or on Earth sounds the way Wonwoo does when he’s wrapped in pleasure.
Your entire body sings with delight as the two of you hold onto each other, jolting with the aftershocks of your extreme highs.
The two of you hold each other, breathing in one another.
Wonwoo leans his face against your breasts, and you cradle him.
You’ve never felt this close to anyone.
For a moment you can forget that he’s a demon and you’re an angel.
None of that matters right now.
Finally, Wonwoo pulls away with a sigh. “This changes things.”
“It does,” you agree.
“We’re bound together for as long as Mingyu lives, so… you better not decide you hate me tomorrow.”
You laugh. “You irritate me, but I don’t hate you.”
“I’m not going to stop telling Mingyu to pursue his sexual desires.”
“I never expected you to,” you admit with a sigh.
“And you’re… okay with it now?”
“As long as it’s consensual, fine, he can be as dirty as he wants to be.”
Wonwoo laughs, cuddling close to your chest again. “See, in this day and age, some sins like premarital sex are outdated.”
“We could debate that,” you laugh, running your hands through his hair.
“I think I would like that.”
“I feel like it would be a case of unstoppable force meets immovable object.”
Wonwoo chuckles, and you love how beautiful he is when he smiles. “Sounds like us.”
“But we can’t let our sexual escapades get in the way of doing our job for Mingyu,” you declare.
“I wouldn’t dream of taking you away from your work,” Wonwoo groans. “You’d probably bite my cock off if I tried.”
“Consider yourself warned.”
“Consider yourself worshipped.”
“Huh?” you blink down at him.
“You’re still glowing, angel.” Wonwoo plays with a piece of your hair. “It’s been a long time since a demon like me has had anything to look up to.”
“You look up to me?”
“In some ways, but don’t make this more of an embarrassment than it already is.” Wonwoo lets out a sigh. “You’ve reformed me… slightly.”
“Don’t tell me it’s the power of good pussy.”
“Great pussy,” Wonwoo corrects. “And no. If I’m being honest, I think you’ve been changing me for the better for a while, bit by bit.”
“I’m happy to hear that.”
Wonwoo smiles. “And I’m just happy.”
“I can live with that.”
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Have you ever misgendered your roommate?When you first moved into your assigned dorm, you didn’t bother talking to them. On the rare occasions you tried, they’d only respond with a nod or a shake of the head. It was fine—talking wasn’t necessary. Both of you were too wrapped up in your own worlds to care.Then one day they called out from the bathroom, asking you to hand them a towel. Nothing unusual. Until you opened the door.
Tgs. roommate au, jeonghan x reader, feminine male roommate, (kinda?) long wavy hair jeonghan, misgendered roommate, gender reveal, SMUT! rough sex, possessive sex, dirty talk, heavy breeding kink, creampie (safe sex is great sex!!!), oral sex, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, face fucking, throat bulging, gagging, messy spit play????, hair pulling, finger fucking, clit slapping, mirror sex, wall pinning, standing sex, counter sex, manhandling, praise kink, degradation kink, squirting, aftercare, fluffy ending, explicit smut, nsfw
I got inspiration out of nowhere (a song), so here's a little bit of my mind. Jeonghan in this story looks like the pic I placed.
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It was a fairly normal day. One of the very few days you had off, And by a very strange coincidence, your roommate was also home.
This was odd, since both of them usually had busy lives due to their studies. But you didn't think much of it anyway. Perhaps if they had spoken from the beginning they could have been very good girlfriends by now. But when you moved in with her, it was finals week, so you didn't exchange a word. And now they don't speak a word to each other, they only communicate by text messages. You had her cell phone number, since it was given to you with your dorm assignment sheet. Her name: Yoon Jeonghan. A very beautiful girl, with wavy hair, and such delicate and pretty features.
You were sprawled in the couch, drinking some ice tea—Lipton Iced Tea Mix— while doom scrolling on reels, The weather outside looked nice, but you didn't feel like going out.
You stretched a little, letting your bones flex, and sighed, releasing all the week's stress in that breath. Then you got up and checked what you would eat today. When you opened the fridge, well, there was food to eat, but you felt lazy and decided to order some take out.
You grab your phone from the couch, shifting your focus from the endless loop of reels to a food delivery app. As you scroll through options—debating between a warm bowl of ramen or just ordering a massive pizza you can pick at for the next two days—the muffled sound of rushing water from the bathroom suddenly cuts off. A moment of silence follows, save for the hum of the refrigerator.
Then, the bathroom door creaks open a mere crack, and a voice calls out.
“Hey... sorry to bother you, but could you hand me a towel? I forgot to bring one in, and the rack is empty."
The voice is smooth, a little raspy, and definitely deeper than you would have expected for someone you’d mentally categorized as a quiet, shy and delicate girl for the past few months. You blink, a little startled by the sudden interaction. It’s probably the most consecutive words you’ve heard them speak out loud since moving in. “Uh, yeah, sure, hold on!” you call back, setting your phone down on the kitchen island. You walk over to the linen closet in the hallway, grab a fresh, fluffy white towel, and head toward the bathroom. You knock lightly on the wooden frame first.
“I have it.” “Thanks, just hand it to me,” the voice replies. Without thinking much of it—assuming they'd just crack the door an inch and stick a hand out—you push the door open slightly to pass the towel through. But the door swings a bit wider than intended, pushed by the draft, and the heavy mist of hot steam billows out into the hallway, carrying the scent of sweet, cherry-blossom shampoo.
You freeze. Standing there, halfway out of the shower glass and reaching for the door, is your roommate. The long, beautiful, wavy hair you'd admired from a distance is dripping wet, plastered against a pair of broad, distinctly masculine shoulders. The water droplets slide down a completely bare, flat, and toned chest. Jeonghan stops mid-motion, his hand hovering in the air. He looks at you, his sharp, pretty eyes blinking through the damp strands of hair, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing. He tilts his head slightly, a faint, amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Are you going to give me the towel, or just keep staring?” he asks, his voice echoing slightly against the bathroom tiles.
Your brain short-circuits. Yoon Jeonghan.The delicate features. The beautiful hair. The name you never questioned because you were not that familiar with Korean names. And She... is very clearly a he. And finally you realize you're staring at him and hand him the towel, rushing out of there, slamming the door behind you. But before you can sprint to your room, the door opens, and a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back inside the bathroom, closing the door and trapping you against it.
The steam still clung thick in the air, making the small bathroom feel even smaller as Jeonghan pinned you against the closed door with surprising ease. His grip on your wrist was firm, warm from the shower, and droplets of water slid from his hair onto your shirt. He was still completely naked, the towel you'd handed him now loosely draped over one shoulder instead of wrapped around his waist. Up close like this, the contrast hit you harder—the delicate, almost ethereal beauty of his face with those sharp, cat-like eyes and full lips, paired with the lean, toned lines of a man's body, narrow hips, and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal starting to stir.
"You okay there? You look like you saw a ghost," he murmured, his voice low and slightly husky, laced with that same amusement. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth as he tilted his head, letting wet strands of hair fall across one eye. “Or maybe you've been wondering about me this whole time? Have you finally found out?”
Your heart hammered against your ribs. Words tangled in your throat.“I—Jeonghan—you're... I thought—”
“A girl?” He chuckled softly. One hand stayed braced beside your head on the door, caging you in, while the other released your wrist only to trail lightly down your arm. “Happens more often than you'd think. The name, the hair, the face... I stopped correcting people a long time ago. It's easier this way. That's why I never corrected you” His gaze dropped slowly, deliberately, tracing over your body before flicking back up.“But, you never asked.”
The heat from the shower mixed with the flush creeping up your neck. You could smell the cherry-blossom shampoo on him, sweet and intoxicating, and feel the warmth radiating off his bare skin. He was close enough that if either of you breathed too deeply, you'd touch.
Jeonghan leaned in a fraction more, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You were staring pretty hard, liked what you saw?” His free hand came up, fingers grazing your jaw, tilting your face toward his. Those pretty eyes were half-lidded now with something hungry. “Don't tell me I ruined the roommate situationship we had...Or did it make it better?”
Your back pressed harder against the wood. Part of you wanted to bolt. The bigger part—the one currently short-circuiting from the sight, scent, and sheer overwhelming presence of him—didn't.
“I... wasn't expecting this,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.
“Good.” His smirk deepened. He shifted his weight, and you felt the unmistakable brush of his hardening cock against your thigh through your clothes. "Neither was I when you decided to walk around the dorm without a bra, or when you wonder around the place not wearing pants, and you let me see that beautiful ass of yours, oh and let's not forget the fucking times you bring disgusting men... Never took you for the type that fake orgasms. You deserve better baby.”
He paused, giving you a moment, those delicate features softening just a touch as if checking if you'd push him away. When you didn't, his hand slid to the back of your neck, thumb stroking lightly.
“You deserve me.” he purred, voice dropping even lower.
Jeonghan didn’t wait long for your answer.
The second your lips parted he closed the distance and kissed you hard. It wasn’t gentle. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against yours as he pressed his naked, still-damp body flush against you. The towel dropped forgotten to the floor.
You moaned into his mouth when his hand shoved your shirt up roughly, exposing your breasts. He broke the kiss only to latch onto your neck, sucking a dark mark right below your jaw while his fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight between your legs.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” he growled against your skin, voice raspy. “Bet you’re already soaked for me, isn't that right, hun?”
His other hand didn’t hesitate. He shoved your pants and underwear down in one impatient tug, letting them bunch around your thighs. Two long fingers slid between your folds, stroking your slick heat before pushing inside you without warning.
“Ah-!F-Fuck, Han...” Your head fell back against the door with a thud.“Shhh… that’s it,” Jeonghan purred, curling his fingers deep, stroking that spot that made your knees buckle. “So wet already. This pretty "girl" is gonna ruin sex f'u, You're only going to want to fuck with me, you're only going to want me to be the one to fill you up, right? I should make you completely mine, shouldn't I? Filling you up with my babies.”
He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit with relentless precision. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the steamy bathroom. Your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the pleasure as he kissed and bit down your collarbone.
Jeonghan pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while staring straight into your eyes, that pretty, wicked smirk never leaving his face.
“On your knees, baby. I want to feel that mouth first.”
Jeonghan’s voice was low and rough with need as he guided you down firmly until your back hit the door. His thick, leaking cock bobbed right in front of your face—long, flushed dark pink, and beautifully curved upward, the swollen head already shiny with precum. You barely had time to inhale before he tangled his fingers tightly in your hair and pushed forward, sliding the hot, heavy length between your lips with a deep, filthy groan.
“Fuuuuuck… good fucking girl,oh... my... G-goood.” he sighed, eyes rolling back for a second before locking onto you again. “Th-that’s it—open wider. Take my cock like the needy little girl you are.”
You wrapped your lips around him, sucking eagerly as your tongue swirled around the leaking tip. The taste of him was musky, slightly sweet from the shower gel still clinging to his skin. Jeonghan didn’t let you ease into it. He rocked his hips forward, feeding you more of his length until the head nudged the back of your throat.
“Shit- yes! just like that,” he moaned, breathy and shameless. “Suck it like you mean it. I’ve jerked off so many fucking times daydreaming about storming insied- Fuck!- your room when those stupid guys, oh shit! Don't know how to pleasure you... And, fucking, show them how's it done, Ahh-!”
You placed your hands on his firm, toned ass for support, fingers digging into the muscle as he started fucking your face with slow, deep thrusts. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the steamy bathroom every time he pulled back, your saliva already dripping down his shaft and coating your chin. The more he pushed, the messier it got—thick strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock whenever he withdrew.
Jeonghan looked down at you with his half-lidded eyes, his delicate features flushed pink and his long wavy hair sticking to his damp cheeks and neck. The contrast was dizzying—this ethereally pretty face moaning like a porn star while he used your throat.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice cracking with pleasure. “Drooling all over my cock like a desperate slut. You have no idea how many times I imagined shoving you down and face-fucking you until tears ran down your cheeks. How many fucking times I wanted to... Ahhh... Fuck you when you're being a fucking menace by only wearing those- Uhhg- Diminute tank tops without a bra, and those beautiful panties.”
He tightened his grip in your hair and thrust deeper, forcing you to take almost all of him. Your throat constricted around the head of his cock and you gagged wetly, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto your shirt and the floor. Jeonghan groaned loudly at the feeling, hips stuttering.
“Fuck yes—gag on it. Make it messy, baby. I want your throat bulging. That’s my good girl… choking on my dick like you were made for it.”Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he started fucking your mouth faster, shallow and sloppy now, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoing off the tiles. His balls slapped lightly against your chin with every thrust. Precum and saliva ran down your neck in shiny rivulets. Jeonghan’s pretty lips were parted, soft whimpers and filthy praises spilling out nonstop.“You’re so much better than I imagined… warm, wet, fucking perfect. Bet your pussy is clenching right now, jealous your throat is getting all the attention.”
He suddenly pulled you forward until your nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, holding you there as your throat spasmed around him. You choked hard, more thick drool pouring from your stretched lips and running down his balls.
After a few long seconds he pulled back, letting you gasp for air. A thick strand of saliva connected your panting mouth to his throbbing, sloppy cock. Jeonghan stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of your face—swollen lips, tear-streaked cheeks, chin covered in spit—and smirked.
“God, you look so fucking filthy like this…” He tapped his wet cock against your cheek a few times, smearing the mess around. “But I’m not done with this mouth yet.”
He slid back between your lips immediately, resuming the relentless rhythm, clearly loving how wrecked and sloppy you were becoming.
“En-enough. I need to be inside you.”
He pulled you up like you weighed nothing, spun you around, and bent you over the bathroom counter. Your hands braced against the mirror as he kicked your legs wider. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, sliding up and down your soaked folds teasingly.“Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice dark. One hand gripped your hip, the other reached around to rub your clit. “Watch how pretty you look when I finally fuck you the way you deserve.”
Then he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
You cried out, the stretch intense and perfect. Jeonghan moaned loudly, forehead dropping against your shoulder for a second as he savored the tight heat.“Sh-shiiiit… so fucking- tight- oh my-!” he hissed. “Better than I imagined.” he chuckled.
He didn’t give you long to adjust. His hips snapped forward, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with your moans and his low grunts. Every thrust dragged against that sweet spot inside you, making your legs shake.
Jeonghan’s hand slid up your back, gripping your hair and pulling your head back so you were forced to watch in the mirror—his pretty face behind you, eyes locked on yours, lips parted in pleasure as he fucked you harder.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded between thrusts. “Tell me whose cock is ruining you right now.”
He reached around again, rubbing your clit in tight circles, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every snap of his hips.
“Fucking answer!” Jeonghan growled, slapping your swollen clit again with sharp, wet smacks that made your whole body jolt.
“It’s—ahh! It’s your cock!” you cried out, voice breaking as he slammed into you even harder. “Jeonghan- fuck- your cock is ruining me!”
A satisfied, wicked laugh escaped his lips. “That’s right, baby. My cock. Not those useless boys you brought home.” He yanked your hair harder, forcing your eyes to stay on the mirror. The sight was obscene: your face flushed and wrecked with tears, mouth open in a broken moan, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, while behind you Jeonghan looked like a wet dream—long wavy hair sticking to his pretty face, sharp eyes dark with lust, lips parted as he fucked you like he owned you.
“Can you see how deep I’m going, hmm?” he hissed, slowing his thrusts for a moment so you could see his thick, glistening cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, stretching your pussy wide. “Look at how your greedy cunt swallows me! So fucking sloppy already.”
The wet squelching sounds were loud and filthy, your arousal dripping down your thighs and coating his balls. Jeonghan reached around and rubbed your clit again in fast, messy circles, occasionally giving it another light slap that sent electric shocks through your body.
Your legs started shaking uncontrollably. The angle was perfect—his curved cock dragging relentlessly against your g-spot with every thrust. You could feel the pressure building fast, dangerously fast.Jeonghan noticed. Of course he did.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, suddenly slowing his hips to a torturous grind, keeping himself buried deep while he rolled his hips in slow circles. “I want to feel this tight little pussy milk me when I say so.”
He pulled out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whimpered pathetically at the loss. Before you could protest, he spun you around to face him, lifted you onto the counter, and shoved your back against the cool mirror.
Jeonghan hooked your legs over his arms, spreading you wide open, and thrust back inside in one brutal stroke. The new angle made you scream.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,yes, right there!” you sobbed.
He pounded into you mercilessly, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing off the tiles. Sweat and steam made both your bodies slick. His pretty face was inches from yours now—those delicate features twisted in raw pleasure as he watched you fall apart.
“Yo-you’re clenching so hard around me- fuck—” he groaned. “Such a needy fucking hole. Been waiting months to fill you up like this.”
He leaned down and captured your mouth in a messy, spit-slick kiss, tongues sliding desperately while he kept fucking you deep. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.
“Gonna cum inside you,” he panted against your mouth. “Gonna pump this pretty pussy full until it’s leaking down your thighs. You want that, don’t you? Want your roommate to breed you like a slut?”His thumb found your clit again, rubbing fast and firm. Your walls fluttered wildly around his cock, the coil in your belly tightening unbearably.
“Jeonghan- d-don't s-stop, please, I'm so close—”“Cum then,” he finally commanded, voice dark and breathless. “Cum on my cock like a good girl. Let me feel it.”He slammed into you harder, angling perfectly, and the orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your vision went white as you screamed his name, pussy spasming violently around his thick length, gushing around him. Jeonghan moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him rhythmically.“Fuck—fuck— so tight—!”
He fucked you through it, chasing his own release with short, desperate thrusts until his hips stuttered. With a broken, beautiful moan right against your ear, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside you. His cock twitched with every spurt, filling you until you could feel the warmth leaking out around him.For a long moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the dripping of water from the forgotten shower head.
Jeonghan stayed buried deep inside you, forehead pressed gently against yours as you both trembled through the aftershocks. A lazy, satisfied smirk slowly spread across his flushed, angelic face. His breathing slowly evened out, warm against your skin.
He brushed a few damp strands of hair away from your face with careful fingers.“…You okay?” he whispered, voice still hoarse.
You nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. That was… intense.”
A small smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in and kissed you slowly,soft, sweet, and unhurried. Then he pressed another kiss to your cheek and the corner of your mouth.
He pulled out carefully, both of you sighing at the loss. You felt his cum starting to leak down your thigh, but Jeonghan was already reaching for the towel. He cleaned you up with gentle hands, almost reverent, before quickly wiping himself down.
Without a word, he turned the shower back on to a warm spray and guided you under it with him. The water felt soothing against your heated skin. He washed you slowly, his fingers massaging shampoo into your hair while you did the same for him, running your hands through his long, wet waves. He kept stealing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck the whole time.
After drying off, he wrapped you in a big towel and carried you straight to his bed. He laid you down gently before leaving, and bringing you some clothes. When you were both dressed he climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, one leg tangling with yours as he held you close.
For a few minutes, you simply lay there in comfortable silence, listening to his heartbeat.
“I should probably explain something,” Jeonghan said quietly, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your back. “I wasn’t around much… not because I didn’t like you. It was kind of the opposite.”
You tilted your head to look at him. “What do you mean?”
He let out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. “You made it really hard for me to behave. Literally.” His cheeks flushed just a little. “Every time you walked around in those tiny shorts or without a bra… or when I’d hear you through the walls… I had to leave the dorm more often than I wanted to. I was worried I’d do something stupid and make you uncomfortable.”
Your face heated up, but you couldn’t help smiling. “So all those times you disappeared…” “Yeah,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. “I was either in the library trying to calm down or jerking off in the shower thinking about you. Not my proudest moments.”
You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly. “I can’t believe I never noticed.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve liked you for a while now. More than I probably should have, especially since we barely talked. I just didn’t know how to tell you without it being weird.”
You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. They were warm, a little vulnerable, and unfairly pretty. He leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet, savoring the moment. When he pulled away, he tucked you closer against him.
Your stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet intimacy. Jeonghan chuckled.
“Hungry?”
“Very,” you admitted.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand without letting you go, keeping one arm firmly around your waist. “Pizza it is, then. Extra cheese?”you hummed a yes.
He placed the order quickly, then set the phone aside and pulled you back into his chest. As he tapped in the order, he mumbled against your hair, “By the way… you’re my girlfriend now. I decided. No take-backs. So… that means I can finally stop pretending I don’t like when you walk around the house barely clothed.” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.
You poked his side. “Only if you stop ignoring me.” “You got a deal,” he laughed softly, the sound warm and low in his chest.
He kissed your forehead and held you tighter as the comfortable silence returned.
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synopsis: In your brain, men start to become Thing 1, Thing 2, Annoying Thing 3, Self Righteous Thing 4, and so forth. Throughout your college experience, your stringent standard, which practically was the 'bare minimum', you haven't found a single man to shock you. Until, you met this flustered, and surprisingly bulky nerd, named Choi Seungcheol, in an unexpected crowd.
pairing: nerd&gym rat!scoups x vice president!f.reader
genre: college au, smut, slight crack
word count(teaser): 1.5k
cw(teaser): mention of mingyu, not beta read gah!, nothing else major... if anything, lmk!
cw/tw(full): MDNI 18+ content, puppydom!scoups LMFAO thats all i can say right now idek myself
a/n: i feel like you guys can tell i'm still not over this scoups... its been months yo, and these pictures are literally my laptop wallpaper.. gulp guilty as charged i guess.... anyways any comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!! i want to hear your guys feedbacks and possible tips too. i just have this big picture of a puppy boy scoups so... hopefully u'll want to stay for the full piece hehe
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Men are so boring. They're all one note, as they made one niche thing their whole personality.
You never came across a man who truly piqued your interest. Or had a real personality, and emotional intelligence. It was either one or the other, and it really confused you. Where and why are these guys so hard to find? And why is asking for the bare minimum a crime?
You spent twenty-two years on this planet, and yet even your brother and father cease to disappoint you in how men behave.
With that determination in mind and your senior year cracking down, you're desperate to find one. To at least save yourself from wanting to beat up a man.
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As the ambitious, and very social Vice President of the school's Student Government Association, commonly referred as SGA, you've familiarized yourself with a lot of other students. You would assume that at least one of the guys you've met would at least make you go 'wow.'
But... Here you are, standing in the local gym nearby campus. Your eyes scanned over your surroundings as that rubbery smell sent you back to your horrific high school gym class. You were unsure if a gym was the right place to search for a respectful and well-mannered guy, but you needed to try everything.
You shook your head in disbelief that you're really here, and going such lengths to search for a man.
A man. It gave you goosebumps at that thought.
You heard your name being called from behind you, a familiar tall and very bulky figure walked toward you.
Kim Mingyu, your dreadful President in SGA.
He spewed constant bullshit about how much he went to the gym, how much he worked out, and how much protein he ate in a day. So, he was your best bet to have a productive workout, and hopefully know someone.
"Hey! You know, I'd never expect you to actually want to go to the gym with me. Usually no one can keep up." Mingyu mused, chuckling to himself as he set his stuff down. He was the only gym-rat you'd actually be able to tolerate, but after that remark, you don't know so much...
"Uh-huh." You responded dryly, trying to pretend you care. Your eyes scanned the gym again, trying to find a new face.
"What are you looking for? Oh, and I was thinking about hitting arms today for myself." Mingyu rambled on, but you weren't listening. You never really were listening in the first place.
With the absent roll of words from Mingyu's mouth, the mixture of people moving around, and the hum of treadmills, you finally landed your eyes on this unfamiliar looking guy.
He was wearing this black tank, and a cap with his headphones on. His biceps looked like carved mountains by the goddess Gaia, as they tugged down on the lat bar.
When you heard Mingyu's lisp, you knew he was trying to get your attention.
"Huh?" You finally brought your eyes back to him, noticing how he's almost pouting but trying desperately to play it off.
"What?" You repeated, giving him an incredulous stare at his petulant attitude.
"I asked if you wanted to hit arms with me like four, five times." He mumbled, fussing with his newly permed hair. You had told him not to get it, he'd look like a mushroom if he did, but he refused to listen to you. Now he looked like a mushroom, and now he regretted not listening to you.
"Oh." You thought about it, you could approach that guy if you did arms.
"Yeah sure, that sounds like a great idea, Gyu." You answered, tying up your hair neatly.
You told Mingyu you'll be right back and you needed to stuff your duffle bag into a locker.
He gave you a side long stare before nodding.
"Okay... well, I'll be by the cable machine when you come back."
You watched him walk off and you made a beeline toward the locker rooms.
An unusually heavy sigh left your lips as you stared at the locker. Your master plan started to run through your mind and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Would he be like every other guy? Or would he be awkward and introverted, then you'd be the weird one? Or even maybe he'd be a pervert and start acting weird?
A brief reminder that Mingyu is waiting for you shook you out of your thoughts. You didn’t want him running rumors about your undiagnosed IBS right now, especially when you’re trying to seem approachable.
You finally landed eyes on Mingyu, biting his lower lip as he acted like he was pulling the heaviest weights in the world.
You tried to stifle back a laugh, but the amusement that glittered in your eyes was obvious.
He stopped his rep to weakly smile at you with crinkled eyes. Glinting that million dollar smile he always does at each conference.
"What?" You responded, trying not to sound breathless. Handsome men were always your weakness...
You were close with Mingyu, because you kind of had to, given you're his vice president. So seeing this gummy smile, that looked like it was reserved for someone special, was the usual for you.
"Nothing, you look stupid." You responded quickly, trying not to dwell on this conversation further. You had this grandiose dream you needed to execute.
Mingyu ignored your remark. He spotted that renewed energy blooming in your eyes, "What now? You have that scary look on your face."
You shook your head, trying to snap out of that brief fake conversation you just had in your head.
"What are you talking about? I always look driven to succeed, Gyu." You teased back.
He shook his head in disbelief, standing up to look in the direction you were. His eyes narrowed on the guy too, his bulging biceps as he pulled the lat bar down. You could see each muscle working when he pulled down the bar. You'd be lying if denied the fact you were practically drooling at the sight.
"Him? Seriously?" Mingyu whipped his eyes between you two, he stood slightly in front of you. His stupid gesticulating had you smacking his hands down.
"Stop it." You said behind clenched teeth, trying to be inconspicuous, "you're making it obvious!"
He audaciously laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
Before you could scold him any further, he started walking straight towards that guy. You immediately panicked, your eyes widening.
"Gyu- no. Come back here!" You whisper-shouted, walking after him.
"Seungcheol!" Mingyu called out. He used his charming voice, that playful frat guy tone he used around guys. It kind of, just kind of, made him insufferable
The man you were just drooling over, looked up at Mingyu with a resting face.
Without the obstructing cap, you could see his features, and fucking hell, this guy was hot.
He wore specs, and behind those glasses, were a pair of stunning eyes with black, thick lashes framing them. A nose tall enough to do unimaginable things you shouldn't imagine when you first see a man. Full lips that make you wonder how they would feel under yours.
Fuck me. You thought, and here you stood, mouth ajar and stunned by this man's beauty. You prayed that maybe he'd be the man you were searching high and low for.
Mingyu was talking to him, but he was looking at you with that same stupid face. Lips parted and wide-eyed. In your honest, and very humble opinion, he looked much more attractive than you at that moment.
“Anyways, Seungcheol, this is my vice president—” Mingyu had started, but his low voice cut him off.
“I know her.”
Three words shut the both of you up, and now you and Mingyu share that same stunned face.
“Y-you do?” You asked, sounding more stupider than you anticipated.
“Yeah.” He responded, looking back and forth between you and Mingyu.
Both of you two started talking at the same time, and face palm at the same time. Seungcheol blinked, like he was seeing double.
“Well, um. It was nice to meet you Seungcheol, I'll probably see you around campus, yeah?” You prompted, praying that this first impression won't make him think anything bad of you.
He simply nodded. Nodded. A shaky exhale left your lips, a tight smile forming on your face.
“Okay, I'll see you around.” Your voice wavered, and as soon as you turned around, you grimaced.
When you two walked back, Mingyu smacked the shit out of your shoulder, your body almost tumbling forward. Sometimes he, and you, forget he's strong. But you two are equally as embarrassed, stumbling and walking away with your head in your hands.
“Fuck off. Shut up, I don't want to hear a single word of your mouth.” You gritted out, elbowing his ribs.
He yelped in pain, backing up. “Okay, in my defense, I've never seen you so flustered by a man.”
Those words sink inside your gut. Flustered? No fucking way.
“God forbid a girl gets anxious! Gyu— my god— Gyu, you didn't give me time to prepare!” Your hands flew up, trying to defend yourself.
He snorted, “Sure, it was my fault then.” He patted you back, and you smacked his forearm away.
“Let's just workout.” You exhaled, pinching your nose bridge.
a/n: interested in the teaser? join the taglist for the full work!!! im not so sure if ill really get this work done.... scratches head, i just wanted to see how many people would anticipate it!
Synopsis: Headcanons of Jeonghan as your roommate.
Note: I wrote this at 4 a.m lol. Red divider by viviansturns.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who is all sweet and cute but also an expert at weaponizing incompetence. Washing dishes? He will do them so badly that you'll never ask again, and when you confront him, he will give you a very heartfelt story reminiscing about how he misses watching his mom wash dishes while he sat at the table eating the chocolate cookies, which his mom baked for him when he was seven years old. He distracts you with wholesome memories—totally making you forget what you were going to say and avoiding chores slickly just like that.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who not only steals your delicious food from the fridge but also puts those empty containers back in, waiting to see the rage bloom on your face when you find out. He giggles watching you stomp towards him in his room.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who is a menace but will never put your safety in jeopardy. He will stay up late waiting for you if you are running late and even offer to pick you up. He will avoid bringing his boys over in the shared house around the time you are mostly home because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable (and doesn't want them eyeing you up).
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who scolds you when he catches you trying to change the lightbulb on your tippy toes on the chair (because you were too lazy to get the ladder). He grabs your waist, pulling you down, and keeps nagging as he changes it himself. After that incident, he will take care of all the house maintenance; all the AC services, fuses, pipes, vents, etc, will be fixed on time and well kept under his supervision.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who complains about bringing groceries every time when it's his turn to bring them but will offer to fetch them when the weather is bad even when it's your turn or you're in pain because you're on your period.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who brought back a tub of ice cream for you and extra menstrual supplies in case you need them.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan will warm up your heating pad and take such good care of you that you will question why he is still not your boyfriend.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who knows your dirty secret and is listening to your moans through the thin walls even when you're trying to be quiet. He loves listening to your muffled noises behind your hand, hearing you let out a whimper with the squish-squash sound of a dildo thrusting in and out of you. It's background music to his ears as his hand fists his length in his pajama trousers—moving with your sounds.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan once came home early, and you didn't know as you were too busy riding your pillow. "Fuck," Jeonghan curses under his breath as he watches you through the creak of the door. He can't help diving his hand in his slacks again, stroking his cock to the rhythm of your bounces. You angle the cotton pillowcase in such a way that it makes you see stars. You throw your head back as you stain your pillow with your cum. Heaving out, your ears catch a small moan, but when you look out through only an inch-open door, you only find a questionable puddle on the floor.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan steals your panties (and sometimes even your pillowcase after watching you get off it) from the laundry and acts clueless when you question where they go.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan sniffs and uses your panties to fist his cock when you're using the dildo on yourself again in the other room.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who gets tired of dancing around each other and confesses to you eventually. You, on the other hand, had been known of his heart and knew his dirty secret of knowing your dirty secret (since you saw the puddle and noted your missing laundry). Regardless of such filthy activities, you find yourself warming up to him too, so you accept his confession.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan takes you out on a cozy date, filled with laughter and fluttering hearts.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan loves cooking for you as you sit behind the counter, watching him do so, filling the air with gossip and giggles.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan only expects praises and kisses for serving such a scrumptious meal, so you'll pepper his face with them.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who slowly by slowly keeps scooting closer to you on the couch as some mindless rom-com plays on the screen.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan whose hand resting on your thigh keeps rising higher and higher until it disappears into your folds. He lazily traces an eight on your swollen nub, pinching it but never fully giving you the satisfaction of getting any release as his lips nip between your neck and shoulder, followed by a nuzzle of his nose.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan threatens to stop if your eyes dart away from the screen or you stop moaning for him. He loves driving you on the edge, watching you tremble and crave his touch more.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan lazily smirks when you finally break, straddling him as you swiftly try to get his clothes out of the way.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan watches you in fascination as you bounce on his cock. He lets you chase your release, and when you come undone, he grips your hips tightly as he flips your back on the couch and rails you into its cushions all night as you scream, mewl, and moan with your nails scratching his back.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who is a king of aftercare, making you feel loved and truly cherished.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who has a bucket list of fucking you all around the house.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who fucks you on the counter, couch, washing machine, bathtub, bed and every place imaginable in the house.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan is the most tentative boyfriend and makes sure you can always rely on him. If you get laid off or are struggling financially, he will pay rent for the both of you. If you're feeling unwell, then he'll do chores even when it's your turn that day.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who always makes sure you feel loved, cherished, and comforted.
𖠿 Roommate!Jeonghan who plans to marry you one day and buy this house, where you both would make so many memories and watch your little ones run around and grow old together.
Have you ever misgendered your roommate?When you first moved into your assigned dorm, you didn’t bother talking to them. On the rare occasions you tried, they’d only respond with a nod or a shake of the head. It was fine—talking wasn’t necessary. Both of you were too wrapped up in your own worlds to care.Then one day they called out from the bathroom, asking you to hand them a towel. Nothing unusual. Until you opened the door.
Tgs. roommate au, jeonghan x reader, feminine male roommate, (kinda?) long wavy hair jeonghan, misgendered roommate, gender reveal, SMUT! rough sex, possessive sex, dirty talk, heavy breeding kink, creampie (safe sex is great sex!!!), oral sex, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, face fucking, throat bulging, gagging, messy spit play????, hair pulling, finger fucking, clit slapping, mirror sex, wall pinning, standing sex, counter sex, manhandling, praise kink, degradation kink, squirting, aftercare, fluffy ending, explicit smut, nsfw
I got inspiration out of nowhere (a song), so here's a little bit of my mind. Jeonghan in this story looks like the pic I placed.
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It was a fairly normal day. One of the very few days you had off, And by a very strange coincidence, your roommate was also home.
This was odd, since both of them usually had busy lives due to their studies. But you didn't think much of it anyway. Perhaps if they had spoken from the beginning they could have been very good girlfriends by now. But when you moved in with her, it was finals week, so you didn't exchange a word. And now they don't speak a word to each other, they only communicate by text messages. You had her cell phone number, since it was given to you with your dorm assignment sheet. Her name: Yoon Jeonghan. A very beautiful girl, with wavy hair, and such delicate and pretty features.
You were sprawled in the couch, drinking some ice tea—Lipton Iced Tea Mix— while doom scrolling on reels, The weather outside looked nice, but you didn't feel like going out.
You stretched a little, letting your bones flex, and sighed, releasing all the week's stress in that breath. Then you got up and checked what you would eat today. When you opened the fridge, well, there was food to eat, but you felt lazy and decided to order some take out.
You grab your phone from the couch, shifting your focus from the endless loop of reels to a food delivery app. As you scroll through options—debating between a warm bowl of ramen or just ordering a massive pizza you can pick at for the next two days—the muffled sound of rushing water from the bathroom suddenly cuts off. A moment of silence follows, save for the hum of the refrigerator.
Then, the bathroom door creaks open a mere crack, and a voice calls out.
“Hey... sorry to bother you, but could you hand me a towel? I forgot to bring one in, and the rack is empty."
The voice is smooth, a little raspy, and definitely deeper than you would have expected for someone you’d mentally categorized as a quiet, shy and delicate girl for the past few months. You blink, a little startled by the sudden interaction. It’s probably the most consecutive words you’ve heard them speak out loud since moving in. “Uh, yeah, sure, hold on!” you call back, setting your phone down on the kitchen island. You walk over to the linen closet in the hallway, grab a fresh, fluffy white towel, and head toward the bathroom. You knock lightly on the wooden frame first.
“I have it.” “Thanks, just hand it to me,” the voice replies. Without thinking much of it—assuming they'd just crack the door an inch and stick a hand out—you push the door open slightly to pass the towel through. But the door swings a bit wider than intended, pushed by the draft, and the heavy mist of hot steam billows out into the hallway, carrying the scent of sweet, cherry-blossom shampoo.
You freeze. Standing there, halfway out of the shower glass and reaching for the door, is your roommate. The long, beautiful, wavy hair you'd admired from a distance is dripping wet, plastered against a pair of broad, distinctly masculine shoulders. The water droplets slide down a completely bare, flat, and toned chest. Jeonghan stops mid-motion, his hand hovering in the air. He looks at you, his sharp, pretty eyes blinking through the damp strands of hair, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing. He tilts his head slightly, a faint, amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Are you going to give me the towel, or just keep staring?” he asks, his voice echoing slightly against the bathroom tiles.
Your brain short-circuits. Yoon Jeonghan.The delicate features. The beautiful hair. The name you never questioned because you were not that familiar with Korean names. And She... is very clearly a he. And finally you realize you're staring at him and hand him the towel, rushing out of there, slamming the door behind you. But before you can sprint to your room, the door opens, and a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back inside the bathroom, closing the door and trapping you against it.
The steam still clung thick in the air, making the small bathroom feel even smaller as Jeonghan pinned you against the closed door with surprising ease. His grip on your wrist was firm, warm from the shower, and droplets of water slid from his hair onto your shirt. He was still completely naked, the towel you'd handed him now loosely draped over one shoulder instead of wrapped around his waist. Up close like this, the contrast hit you harder—the delicate, almost ethereal beauty of his face with those sharp, cat-like eyes and full lips, paired with the lean, toned lines of a man's body, narrow hips, and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal starting to stir.
"You okay there? You look like you saw a ghost," he murmured, his voice low and slightly husky, laced with that same amusement. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth as he tilted his head, letting wet strands of hair fall across one eye. “Or maybe you've been wondering about me this whole time? Have you finally found out?”
Your heart hammered against your ribs. Words tangled in your throat.“I—Jeonghan—you're... I thought—”
“A girl?” He chuckled softly. One hand stayed braced beside your head on the door, caging you in, while the other released your wrist only to trail lightly down your arm. “Happens more often than you'd think. The name, the hair, the face... I stopped correcting people a long time ago. It's easier this way. That's why I never corrected you” His gaze dropped slowly, deliberately, tracing over your body before flicking back up.“But, you never asked.”
The heat from the shower mixed with the flush creeping up your neck. You could smell the cherry-blossom shampoo on him, sweet and intoxicating, and feel the warmth radiating off his bare skin. He was close enough that if either of you breathed too deeply, you'd touch.
Jeonghan leaned in a fraction more, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You were staring pretty hard, liked what you saw?” His free hand came up, fingers grazing your jaw, tilting your face toward his. Those pretty eyes were half-lidded now with something hungry. “Don't tell me I ruined the roommate situationship we had...Or did it make it better?”
Your back pressed harder against the wood. Part of you wanted to bolt. The bigger part—the one currently short-circuiting from the sight, scent, and sheer overwhelming presence of him—didn't.
“I... wasn't expecting this,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.
“Good.” His smirk deepened. He shifted his weight, and you felt the unmistakable brush of his hardening cock against your thigh through your clothes. "Neither was I when you decided to walk around the dorm without a bra, or when you wonder around the place not wearing pants, and you let me see that beautiful ass of yours, oh and let's not forget the fucking times you bring disgusting men... Never took you for the type that fake orgasms. You deserve better baby.”
He paused, giving you a moment, those delicate features softening just a touch as if checking if you'd push him away. When you didn't, his hand slid to the back of your neck, thumb stroking lightly.
“You deserve me.” he purred, voice dropping even lower.
Jeonghan didn’t wait long for your answer.
The second your lips parted he closed the distance and kissed you hard. It wasn’t gentle. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against yours as he pressed his naked, still-damp body flush against you. The towel dropped forgotten to the floor.
You moaned into his mouth when his hand shoved your shirt up roughly, exposing your breasts. He broke the kiss only to latch onto your neck, sucking a dark mark right below your jaw while his fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight between your legs.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” he growled against your skin, voice raspy. “Bet you’re already soaked for me, isn't that right, hun?”
His other hand didn’t hesitate. He shoved your pants and underwear down in one impatient tug, letting them bunch around your thighs. Two long fingers slid between your folds, stroking your slick heat before pushing inside you without warning.
“Ah-!F-Fuck, Han...” Your head fell back against the door with a thud.“Shhh… that’s it,” Jeonghan purred, curling his fingers deep, stroking that spot that made your knees buckle. “So wet already. This pretty "girl" is gonna ruin sex f'u, You're only going to want to fuck with me, you're only going to want me to be the one to fill you up, right? I should make you completely mine, shouldn't I? Filling you up with my babies.”
He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit with relentless precision. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the steamy bathroom. Your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the pleasure as he kissed and bit down your collarbone.
Jeonghan pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while staring straight into your eyes, that pretty, wicked smirk never leaving his face.
“On your knees, baby. I want to feel that mouth first.”
Jeonghan’s voice was low and rough with need as he guided you down firmly until your back hit the door. His thick, leaking cock bobbed right in front of your face—long, flushed dark pink, and beautifully curved upward, the swollen head already shiny with precum. You barely had time to inhale before he tangled his fingers tightly in your hair and pushed forward, sliding the hot, heavy length between your lips with a deep, filthy groan.
“Fuuuuuck… good fucking girl,oh... my... G-goood.” he sighed, eyes rolling back for a second before locking onto you again. “Th-that’s it—open wider. Take my cock like the needy little girl you are.”
You wrapped your lips around him, sucking eagerly as your tongue swirled around the leaking tip. The taste of him was musky, slightly sweet from the shower gel still clinging to his skin. Jeonghan didn’t let you ease into it. He rocked his hips forward, feeding you more of his length until the head nudged the back of your throat.
“Shit- yes! just like that,” he moaned, breathy and shameless. “Suck it like you mean it. I’ve jerked off so many fucking times daydreaming about storming insied- Fuck!- your room when those stupid guys, oh shit! Don't know how to pleasure you... And, fucking, show them how's it done, Ahh-!”
You placed your hands on his firm, toned ass for support, fingers digging into the muscle as he started fucking your face with slow, deep thrusts. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the steamy bathroom every time he pulled back, your saliva already dripping down his shaft and coating your chin. The more he pushed, the messier it got—thick strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock whenever he withdrew.
Jeonghan looked down at you with his half-lidded eyes, his delicate features flushed pink and his long wavy hair sticking to his damp cheeks and neck. The contrast was dizzying—this ethereally pretty face moaning like a porn star while he used your throat.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice cracking with pleasure. “Drooling all over my cock like a desperate slut. You have no idea how many times I imagined shoving you down and face-fucking you until tears ran down your cheeks. How many fucking times I wanted to... Ahhh... Fuck you when you're being a fucking menace by only wearing those- Uhhg- Diminute tank tops without a bra, and those beautiful panties.”
He tightened his grip in your hair and thrust deeper, forcing you to take almost all of him. Your throat constricted around the head of his cock and you gagged wetly, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto your shirt and the floor. Jeonghan groaned loudly at the feeling, hips stuttering.
“Fuck yes—gag on it. Make it messy, baby. I want your throat bulging. That’s my good girl… choking on my dick like you were made for it.”Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he started fucking your mouth faster, shallow and sloppy now, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoing off the tiles. His balls slapped lightly against your chin with every thrust. Precum and saliva ran down your neck in shiny rivulets. Jeonghan’s pretty lips were parted, soft whimpers and filthy praises spilling out nonstop.“You’re so much better than I imagined… warm, wet, fucking perfect. Bet your pussy is clenching right now, jealous your throat is getting all the attention.”
He suddenly pulled you forward until your nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, holding you there as your throat spasmed around him. You choked hard, more thick drool pouring from your stretched lips and running down his balls.
After a few long seconds he pulled back, letting you gasp for air. A thick strand of saliva connected your panting mouth to his throbbing, sloppy cock. Jeonghan stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of your face—swollen lips, tear-streaked cheeks, chin covered in spit—and smirked.
“God, you look so fucking filthy like this…” He tapped his wet cock against your cheek a few times, smearing the mess around. “But I’m not done with this mouth yet.”
He slid back between your lips immediately, resuming the relentless rhythm, clearly loving how wrecked and sloppy you were becoming.
“En-enough. I need to be inside you.”
He pulled you up like you weighed nothing, spun you around, and bent you over the bathroom counter. Your hands braced against the mirror as he kicked your legs wider. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, sliding up and down your soaked folds teasingly.“Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice dark. One hand gripped your hip, the other reached around to rub your clit. “Watch how pretty you look when I finally fuck you the way you deserve.”
Then he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
You cried out, the stretch intense and perfect. Jeonghan moaned loudly, forehead dropping against your shoulder for a second as he savored the tight heat.“Sh-shiiiit… so fucking- tight- oh my-!” he hissed. “Better than I imagined.” he chuckled.
He didn’t give you long to adjust. His hips snapped forward, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with your moans and his low grunts. Every thrust dragged against that sweet spot inside you, making your legs shake.
Jeonghan’s hand slid up your back, gripping your hair and pulling your head back so you were forced to watch in the mirror—his pretty face behind you, eyes locked on yours, lips parted in pleasure as he fucked you harder.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded between thrusts. “Tell me whose cock is ruining you right now.”
He reached around again, rubbing your clit in tight circles, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every snap of his hips.
“Fucking answer!” Jeonghan growled, slapping your swollen clit again with sharp, wet smacks that made your whole body jolt.
“It’s—ahh! It’s your cock!” you cried out, voice breaking as he slammed into you even harder. “Jeonghan- fuck- your cock is ruining me!”
A satisfied, wicked laugh escaped his lips. “That’s right, baby. My cock. Not those useless boys you brought home.” He yanked your hair harder, forcing your eyes to stay on the mirror. The sight was obscene: your face flushed and wrecked with tears, mouth open in a broken moan, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, while behind you Jeonghan looked like a wet dream—long wavy hair sticking to his pretty face, sharp eyes dark with lust, lips parted as he fucked you like he owned you.
“Can you see how deep I’m going, hmm?” he hissed, slowing his thrusts for a moment so you could see his thick, glistening cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, stretching your pussy wide. “Look at how your greedy cunt swallows me! So fucking sloppy already.”
The wet squelching sounds were loud and filthy, your arousal dripping down your thighs and coating his balls. Jeonghan reached around and rubbed your clit again in fast, messy circles, occasionally giving it another light slap that sent electric shocks through your body.
Your legs started shaking uncontrollably. The angle was perfect—his curved cock dragging relentlessly against your g-spot with every thrust. You could feel the pressure building fast, dangerously fast.Jeonghan noticed. Of course he did.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, suddenly slowing his hips to a torturous grind, keeping himself buried deep while he rolled his hips in slow circles. “I want to feel this tight little pussy milk me when I say so.”
He pulled out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whimpered pathetically at the loss. Before you could protest, he spun you around to face him, lifted you onto the counter, and shoved your back against the cool mirror.
Jeonghan hooked your legs over his arms, spreading you wide open, and thrust back inside in one brutal stroke. The new angle made you scream.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,yes, right there!” you sobbed.
He pounded into you mercilessly, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing off the tiles. Sweat and steam made both your bodies slick. His pretty face was inches from yours now—those delicate features twisted in raw pleasure as he watched you fall apart.
“Yo-you’re clenching so hard around me- fuck—” he groaned. “Such a needy fucking hole. Been waiting months to fill you up like this.”
He leaned down and captured your mouth in a messy, spit-slick kiss, tongues sliding desperately while he kept fucking you deep. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.
“Gonna cum inside you,” he panted against your mouth. “Gonna pump this pretty pussy full until it’s leaking down your thighs. You want that, don’t you? Want your roommate to breed you like a slut?”His thumb found your clit again, rubbing fast and firm. Your walls fluttered wildly around his cock, the coil in your belly tightening unbearably.
“Jeonghan- d-don't s-stop, please, I'm so close—”“Cum then,” he finally commanded, voice dark and breathless. “Cum on my cock like a good girl. Let me feel it.”He slammed into you harder, angling perfectly, and the orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your vision went white as you screamed his name, pussy spasming violently around his thick length, gushing around him. Jeonghan moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him rhythmically.“Fuck—fuck— so tight—!”
He fucked you through it, chasing his own release with short, desperate thrusts until his hips stuttered. With a broken, beautiful moan right against your ear, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside you. His cock twitched with every spurt, filling you until you could feel the warmth leaking out around him.For a long moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the dripping of water from the forgotten shower head.
Jeonghan stayed buried deep inside you, forehead pressed gently against yours as you both trembled through the aftershocks. A lazy, satisfied smirk slowly spread across his flushed, angelic face. His breathing slowly evened out, warm against your skin.
He brushed a few damp strands of hair away from your face with careful fingers.“…You okay?” he whispered, voice still hoarse.
You nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. That was… intense.”
A small smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in and kissed you slowly,soft, sweet, and unhurried. Then he pressed another kiss to your cheek and the corner of your mouth.
He pulled out carefully, both of you sighing at the loss. You felt his cum starting to leak down your thigh, but Jeonghan was already reaching for the towel. He cleaned you up with gentle hands, almost reverent, before quickly wiping himself down.
Without a word, he turned the shower back on to a warm spray and guided you under it with him. The water felt soothing against your heated skin. He washed you slowly, his fingers massaging shampoo into your hair while you did the same for him, running your hands through his long, wet waves. He kept stealing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck the whole time.
After drying off, he wrapped you in a big towel and carried you straight to his bed. He laid you down gently before leaving, and bringing you some clothes. When you were both dressed he climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, one leg tangling with yours as he held you close.
For a few minutes, you simply lay there in comfortable silence, listening to his heartbeat.
“I should probably explain something,” Jeonghan said quietly, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your back. “I wasn’t around much… not because I didn’t like you. It was kind of the opposite.”
You tilted your head to look at him. “What do you mean?”
He let out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. “You made it really hard for me to behave. Literally.” His cheeks flushed just a little. “Every time you walked around in those tiny shorts or without a bra… or when I’d hear you through the walls… I had to leave the dorm more often than I wanted to. I was worried I’d do something stupid and make you uncomfortable.”
Your face heated up, but you couldn’t help smiling. “So all those times you disappeared…” “Yeah,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. “I was either in the library trying to calm down or jerking off in the shower thinking about you. Not my proudest moments.”
You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly. “I can’t believe I never noticed.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve liked you for a while now. More than I probably should have, especially since we barely talked. I just didn’t know how to tell you without it being weird.”
You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. They were warm, a little vulnerable, and unfairly pretty. He leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet, savoring the moment. When he pulled away, he tucked you closer against him.
Your stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet intimacy. Jeonghan chuckled.
“Hungry?”
“Very,” you admitted.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand without letting you go, keeping one arm firmly around your waist. “Pizza it is, then. Extra cheese?”you hummed a yes.
He placed the order quickly, then set the phone aside and pulled you back into his chest. As he tapped in the order, he mumbled against your hair, “By the way… you’re my girlfriend now. I decided. No take-backs. So… that means I can finally stop pretending I don’t like when you walk around the house barely clothed.” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.
You poked his side. “Only if you stop ignoring me.” “You got a deal,” he laughed softly, the sound warm and low in his chest.
He kissed your forehead and held you tighter as the comfortable silence returned.
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could u please write something idol!yn x idol!mingyu where they get in the same situation kai from exo and krystal from f(x) got a few years back
(pretty sure it was 2017 and someone caught them buying three packs of condoms 😭 at a convenience store and the cashier even posted the receipt as proof…kai and krystal even bought a bunch of random shit just to try and be slick and their asses still got caught 😭
Caught red handed || Kim Mingyu x idol!reader
A/n: THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHHA
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Warnings: none!!
MASTERLIST (idol!reader au masterlist)
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The first thing you notice is that Mingyu is being suspiciously affectionate.
Not in the obvious way he sometimes got when he missed you after schedules.
He keeps pulling you into him every time you pass by the kitchen, resting his chin on top of your head while you scroll through your phone, kissing the side of your neck every few minutes like he's trying to distract you from something.
You're sitting cross-legged on the couch in one of his hoodies while some random variety show plays in the background. The apartment is dim except for the yellow glow from the kitchen lights and the television flickering across the living room walls.
Mingyu disappears into the bedroom for a moment before reappearing with his wallet in hand. “We need to go to the convenience store.”
You blink slowly up at him. “Right now?”
Mingyu leans against the kitchen island with his arms folded across his chest, already dressed in a hoodie, “yeah.”
You glance toward the digital clock glowing beneath the television. 11:47 PM.
Your brows pull together immediately. “It’s nearly midnight.”
“And?” he asks easily, like that means absolutely nothing.
The answer comes way too casually. That alone makes you suspicious.
You narrow your eyes at him instantly, studying the expression hidden behind his annoyingly pretty face. Mingyu only acts this relaxed when he is hiding something.
Usually it comes with a smile exactly like the one he is trying not to show right now, lips twitching at the corners like he already knows something you do not.
“You’re weird,” you mumble slowly.
His grin appears immediately, boyish and completely unapologetic. “You love me.”
You stare at him flatly. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
He pushes himself off the counter and walks over toward the couch, stopping right in front of you before reaching down to tug lightly at the blanket wrapped around your legs. “I want snacks.”
“You could’ve ordered them.”
“I don’t want delivery.”
There's a split second pause before you laugh in disbelief because that is objectively the biggest lie he has ever told.
“You literally order everything,” you say, sitting up straighter now. “Groceries. Toothpaste. Protein bars. You ordered batteries online once because you said you were too lazy to go downstairs.”
“That was different.”
“How so?”
“It just was.” You squint at him harder.
“No,” you say slowly. “See, now you’re definitely hiding something.”
Mingyu exhales through his nose like he is trying not to laugh. “I’m not hiding anything.”
“You’re literally smiling.”
“I always smile at you.”
“Smooth,” you admit reluctantly.
“I know.”
You stare at him for another few seconds before sighing dramatically and throwing your phone onto the couch cushions. “If Dispatch catches us buying instant ramen at midnight, I’m blaming you.”
Mingyu’s eyes brighten with victory so quickly it almost makes you regret agreeing. “They won’t.”
You point at him accusingly. “You said that last time and then somebody uploaded a photo of us holding matching umbrellas.”
“That was romantic.”
“That was humiliating.”
He only laughs before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your forehead, entirely too pleased with himself.
“Go put shoes on, baby.”
~
Twenty minutes later, the two of you are stepping out of the apartment building dressed like the most suspicious people alive.
Both of you are in oversized hoodies and sweatpants. Caps pulled low. Face masks covering most of your faces.
You even changed your phone case because Mingyu once claimed sasaengs could identify idols by accessories alone, which still sounded insane to you.
The problem is that Mingyu is unfortunately still very recognisable no matter what he wears.
He is too tall. Too broad. Too handsome.
Even hidden beneath layers, he still looks unmistakably like Mingyu.
The convenience store down the street is almost empty when you walk in. You grab a basket while Mingyu wanders toward the drinks section.
“You’re not even gonna tell me what we came here for?” you ask.
“Nope.”
You shake your head before drifting through the aisles alone. At first you genuinely only grab one bag of chips, but then the late-night convenience store cravings hit you all at once.
Strawberry milk. Gummy candies. Instant tteokbokki. Ice cream. Two random pastries you absolutely do not need. A cup ramen because suddenly you are starving.
You toss things into the basket absentmindedly while humming quietly to yourself, occasionally glancing around for Mingyu.
Every now and then you catch sight of him at the end of another aisle, towering over shelves while reading labels.
At one point you notice two teenage girls near the drinks fridge staring very hard in his direction.
One of them grabs the other’s arm so aggressively that her juice nearly falls out of her hands.
You immediately duck your head lower beneath your cap.
Oh, great.
Mingyu either does not notice or simply does not care. Probably the second option.
By the time you make it to the checkout counter, your basket is embarrassingly full.
You set it down with a sigh while fishing around in your hoodie pocket for your phone.
The cashier glances up lazily at first before completely freezing. His eyes flick between you and Mingyu. Then widen. Immediate recognition.
Mingyu finally walks over beside you, one hand tucked into his hoodie pocket casually. And then, without a single ounce of shame, he drops three boxes into the basket.
Three packets of extra large condoms. Your entire soul leaves your body. You stare at the boxes. Then at him. Then back at the boxes again. Wide-eyed.
“Mingyu.” The word comes out somewhere between a whisper and a threat.
His gaze moves to you innocently. “What?”
You lower your voice instantly. “WHAT is that?”
Mingyu follows your stare down into the basket like he genuinely has no idea what you are referring to. Then he looks back at you. “Condoms.”
“I can SEE that.”
“We were out.”
Your mouth opens. Closes. Then opens again because the complete calmness in his voice is making this infinitely worse.
Around you, the convenience store suddenly feels painfully quiet.
The cashier, who had looked mildly bored thirty seconds ago, is now staring at the ramen noodles like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
You can physically feel the heat crawling up your neck beneath your mask.
“Mingyu,” you hiss quietly, “you could’ve bought one.”
He shrugs. “I bought three.”
“That’s not helping.”
His eyes crease with amusement above the edge of his black mask, shoulders relaxing like this entire situation is perfectly normal to him.
“Babe, relax.”
“Relax?” you whisper sharply, glancing nervously toward the cashier before lowering your voice even further. “He knows who we are.”
At that exact moment, the cashier avoids looking at either of you so aggressively that it only confirms your fears.
Meanwhile, Mingyu stands there completely shameless, one hand in the pocket of his hoodie while the other lazily taps against the counter.
“Okay,” he says reasonably, “but we still needed them.”
You stare at him in genuine disbelief.
“How are you not embarrassed right now?”
That finally makes him look at you properly, brows lifting slightly beneath the brim of his cap like the thought had genuinely never crossed his mind.
“Why would I be embarrassed?”
“You just threw giant condoms into the basket in public.”
“So?”
“So?” you repeat incredulously. “Do you want the public to know what size condoms you use?”
“There’s one person here.”
“That’s not the point.”
His gaze flicks toward the cashier for half a second before returning to you again, completely unbothered.
“He doesn’t care.”
The cashier suddenly scans the chips with unnecessary intensity. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound somehow makes everything worse.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You stare at him in disbelief. “Besides, all I did was buy condoms.”
“Three boxes of them? Really?”
He tilts his head slightly. “You say that like it’s my fault we go through them fast.”
You make the most offended sound imaginable while the cashier nearly misses scanning the strawberry milk.
~
On the walk home, you keep smacking his arm while he carries the plastic bags with zero remorse whatsoever.
“You are actually unbelievable.”
“What did I do?”
Your head snaps toward him so fast your cap nearly falls off.
“You could’ve ordered them online like you do with literally everything else!” you whisper-yell while walking beside him down the quiet street, your sneakers scuffing against the pavement as you struggle to keep up with his stupidly long legs.
“Why would you buy something so—”
You cut yourself off abruptly, hands flailing in frustration because you genuinely cannot find the words to describe how insane that entire interaction had been.
Humiliating? Mortifying? Life ruining?
You let out a defeated groan instead, dropping your head back dramatically toward the night sky. “Oh my god.”
Beside you, Mingyu looks entirely unbothered . Actually, no. Worse. He looks pleased with himself.
“You’re overreacting,” he says lightly.
You whip your head toward him immediately. “I am NOT overreacting.”
“You kind of are.”
“The cashier literally saw—”
“He’s probably seen people buy condoms before.”
“Not you!”
That finally earns a laugh out of him. A real one this time. Low and warm and completely unhelpful.
“We needed them immediately.”
The words come out so casually that your brain almost does not process them at first. Then it does.
You stop walking instantly.
Mingyu takes another step before noticing you are no longer beside him. He turns around slowly, streetlights casting soft gold across the edges of his face beneath his cap.
You stare at him. He stares back calmly. Completely serious. Then he gives the smallest shrug imaginable. Like that explanation should make perfect sense to you.
Your jaw drops. “Mingyu.” His mouth twitches. “You’re so annoying!”
The satisfaction in his eyes is immediate. Pure smug amusement sparkles there while he walks back toward you slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie now.
“And yet,” he says smoothly, stopping right in front of you, “you still came home with me.”
You groan loudly, shoving his shoulder hard enough to make him laugh again.
“But am I wrong?”
“Yes.”
“You hesitated.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“Shut up.”
He grins beneath his mask, eyes practically glowing with amusement while you try to ignore how unfairly attractive he looks standing there under the streetlights.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumble finally.
His fingers slide easily between yours.
“I know,” he says quietly.
Then, because he cannot help himself, he leans down close enough for you to feel his breath against the top edge of your mask.
“Good thing too. Otherwise those three boxes would’ve gone to waste.”
You stare at him in complete horror before smacking his arm again while he laughs loud enough to echo down the empty street.
~
The next morning is catastrophic. Absolutely catastrophic.
You wake up to your phone vibrating nonstop against the bedside table.
At first you think it is your manager. Then you see the sheer number of notifications. Messages from friends. Messages from staff. Messages from members. Missed calls.
Your stomach drops immediately.
Beside you, Mingyu is still half asleep, face pressed into your shoulder. You unlock your phone. And nearly scream. Worldwide trending.
He leans down to kiss you despite your complaints, smiling against your lips while you groan in embarrassment.
Photos of you and Mingyu walking into the convenience store. Photos of you leaving. A blurry zoomed-in picture of Mingyu holding the plastic bag.
And somehow, horrifyingly, a leaked photo of the receipt. You stare at the screen in complete silence. Then another post appears captioned: “NOT THE THREE XL PACKS?????”
You throw your phone onto the bed. “Mingyu.”
He hums sleepily.
“Mingyu.”
“What?”
“We’re trending.”
That wakes him up slightly. “For what?”
You just point at the phone with the expression of somebody moments away from losing their mind. He picks it up.
Scrolls. Reads. And then the audacity of this man.
He starts laughing. Actually laughing. You’re horrified. “Mingyu, this is not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“The cashier POSTED THE RECEIPT.”
He bursts into louder laughter at that, falling back against the pillows while you bury your face into your hands in pure humiliation.
“Oh my god,” you mumble miserably. “I can never show my face again.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“People know what size condoms you use now.”
“That’s not exactly devastating for me.”
You look at him in disbelief. He’s still grinning. Still completely unbothered.
Then he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you down against his chest despite your protests.
“You know,” he says casually, “the comments seem pretty supportive.”
You groan loudly into the pillow.
He only laughs again before kissing the top of your head, entirely too pleased with himself while your dignity dies in real time across the internet.
could u please write something idol!yn x idol!mingyu where they get in the same situation kai from exo and krystal from f(x) got a few years back
(pretty sure it was 2017 and someone caught them buying three packs of condoms 😭 at a convenience store and the cashier even posted the receipt as proof…kai and krystal even bought a bunch of random shit just to try and be slick and their asses still got caught 😭
Caught red handed || Kim Mingyu x idol!reader
A/n: THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHHA
Wc:
Warnings: none!!
MASTERLIST (idol!reader au masterlist)
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The first thing you notice is that Mingyu is being suspiciously affectionate.
Not in the obvious way he sometimes got when he missed you after schedules.
He keeps pulling you into him every time you pass by the kitchen, resting his chin on top of your head while you scroll through your phone, kissing the side of your neck every few minutes like he's trying to distract you from something.
You're sitting cross-legged on the couch in one of his hoodies while some random variety show plays in the background. The apartment is dim except for the yellow glow from the kitchen lights and the television flickering across the living room walls.
Mingyu disappears into the bedroom for a moment before reappearing with his wallet in hand. “We need to go to the convenience store.”
You blink slowly up at him. “Right now?”
Mingyu leans against the kitchen island with his arms folded across his chest, already dressed in a hoodie, “yeah.”
You glance toward the digital clock glowing beneath the television. 11:47 PM.
Your brows pull together immediately. “It’s nearly midnight.”
“And?” he asks easily, like that means absolutely nothing.
The answer comes way too casually. That alone makes you suspicious.
You narrow your eyes at him instantly, studying the expression hidden behind his annoyingly pretty face. Mingyu only acts this relaxed when he is hiding something.
Usually it comes with a smile exactly like the one he is trying not to show right now, lips twitching at the corners like he already knows something you do not.
“You’re weird,” you mumble slowly.
His grin appears immediately, boyish and completely unapologetic. “You love me.”
You stare at him flatly. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
He pushes himself off the counter and walks over toward the couch, stopping right in front of you before reaching down to tug lightly at the blanket wrapped around your legs. “I want snacks.”
“You could’ve ordered them.”
“I don’t want delivery.”
There's a split second pause before you laugh in disbelief because that is objectively the biggest lie he has ever told.
“You literally order everything,” you say, sitting up straighter now. “Groceries. Toothpaste. Protein bars. You ordered batteries online once because you said you were too lazy to go downstairs.”
“That was different.”
“How so?”
“It just was.” You squint at him harder.
“No,” you say slowly. “See, now you’re definitely hiding something.”
Mingyu exhales through his nose like he is trying not to laugh. “I’m not hiding anything.”
“You’re literally smiling.”
“I always smile at you.”
“Smooth,” you admit reluctantly.
“I know.”
You stare at him for another few seconds before sighing dramatically and throwing your phone onto the couch cushions. “If Dispatch catches us buying instant ramen at midnight, I’m blaming you.”
Mingyu’s eyes brighten with victory so quickly it almost makes you regret agreeing. “They won’t.”
You point at him accusingly. “You said that last time and then somebody uploaded a photo of us holding matching umbrellas.”
“That was romantic.”
“That was humiliating.”
He only laughs before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your forehead, entirely too pleased with himself.
“Go put shoes on, baby.”
~
Twenty minutes later, the two of you are stepping out of the apartment building dressed like the most suspicious people alive.
Both of you are in oversized hoodies and sweatpants. Caps pulled low. Face masks covering most of your faces.
You even changed your phone case because Mingyu once claimed sasaengs could identify idols by accessories alone, which still sounded insane to you.
The problem is that Mingyu is unfortunately still very recognisable no matter what he wears.
He is too tall. Too broad. Too handsome.
Even hidden beneath layers, he still looks unmistakably like Mingyu.
The convenience store down the street is almost empty when you walk in. You grab a basket while Mingyu wanders toward the drinks section.
“You’re not even gonna tell me what we came here for?” you ask.
“Nope.”
You shake your head before drifting through the aisles alone. At first you genuinely only grab one bag of chips, but then the late-night convenience store cravings hit you all at once.
Strawberry milk. Gummy candies. Instant tteokbokki. Ice cream. Two random pastries you absolutely do not need. A cup ramen because suddenly you are starving.
You toss things into the basket absentmindedly while humming quietly to yourself, occasionally glancing around for Mingyu.
Every now and then you catch sight of him at the end of another aisle, towering over shelves while reading labels.
At one point you notice two teenage girls near the drinks fridge staring very hard in his direction.
One of them grabs the other’s arm so aggressively that her juice nearly falls out of her hands.
You immediately duck your head lower beneath your cap.
Oh, great.
Mingyu either does not notice or simply does not care. Probably the second option.
By the time you make it to the checkout counter, your basket is embarrassingly full.
You set it down with a sigh while fishing around in your hoodie pocket for your phone.
The cashier glances up lazily at first before completely freezing. His eyes flick between you and Mingyu. Then widen. Immediate recognition.
Mingyu finally walks over beside you, one hand tucked into his hoodie pocket casually. And then, without a single ounce of shame, he drops three boxes into the basket.
Three packets of extra large condoms. Your entire soul leaves your body. You stare at the boxes. Then at him. Then back at the boxes again. Wide-eyed.
“Mingyu.” The word comes out somewhere between a whisper and a threat.
His gaze moves to you innocently. “What?”
You lower your voice instantly. “WHAT is that?”
Mingyu follows your stare down into the basket like he genuinely has no idea what you are referring to. Then he looks back at you. “Condoms.”
“I can SEE that.”
“We were out.”
Your mouth opens. Closes. Then opens again because the complete calmness in his voice is making this infinitely worse.
Around you, the convenience store suddenly feels painfully quiet.
The cashier, who had looked mildly bored thirty seconds ago, is now staring at the ramen noodles like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
You can physically feel the heat crawling up your neck beneath your mask.
“Mingyu,” you hiss quietly, “you could’ve bought one.”
He shrugs. “I bought three.”
“That’s not helping.”
His eyes crease with amusement above the edge of his black mask, shoulders relaxing like this entire situation is perfectly normal to him.
“Babe, relax.”
“Relax?” you whisper sharply, glancing nervously toward the cashier before lowering your voice even further. “He knows who we are.”
At that exact moment, the cashier avoids looking at either of you so aggressively that it only confirms your fears.
Meanwhile, Mingyu stands there completely shameless, one hand in the pocket of his hoodie while the other lazily taps against the counter.
“Okay,” he says reasonably, “but we still needed them.”
You stare at him in genuine disbelief.
“How are you not embarrassed right now?”
That finally makes him look at you properly, brows lifting slightly beneath the brim of his cap like the thought had genuinely never crossed his mind.
“Why would I be embarrassed?”
“You just threw giant condoms into the basket in public.”
“So?”
“So?” you repeat incredulously. “Do you want the public to know what size condoms you use?”
“There’s one person here.”
“That’s not the point.”
His gaze flicks toward the cashier for half a second before returning to you again, completely unbothered.
“He doesn’t care.”
The cashier suddenly scans the chips with unnecessary intensity. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound somehow makes everything worse.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You stare at him in disbelief. “Besides, all I did was buy condoms.”
“Three boxes of them? Really?”
He tilts his head slightly. “You say that like it’s my fault we go through them fast.”
You make the most offended sound imaginable while the cashier nearly misses scanning the strawberry milk.
~
On the walk home, you keep smacking his arm while he carries the plastic bags with zero remorse whatsoever.
“You are actually unbelievable.”
“What did I do?”
Your head snaps toward him so fast your cap nearly falls off.
“You could’ve ordered them online like you do with literally everything else!” you whisper-yell while walking beside him down the quiet street, your sneakers scuffing against the pavement as you struggle to keep up with his stupidly long legs.
“Why would you buy something so—”
You cut yourself off abruptly, hands flailing in frustration because you genuinely cannot find the words to describe how insane that entire interaction had been.
Humiliating? Mortifying? Life ruining?
You let out a defeated groan instead, dropping your head back dramatically toward the night sky. “Oh my god.”
Beside you, Mingyu looks entirely unbothered . Actually, no. Worse. He looks pleased with himself.
“You’re overreacting,” he says lightly.
You whip your head toward him immediately. “I am NOT overreacting.”
“You kind of are.”
“The cashier literally saw—”
“He’s probably seen people buy condoms before.”
“Not you!”
That finally earns a laugh out of him. A real one this time. Low and warm and completely unhelpful.
“We needed them immediately.”
The words come out so casually that your brain almost does not process them at first. Then it does.
You stop walking instantly.
Mingyu takes another step before noticing you are no longer beside him. He turns around slowly, streetlights casting soft gold across the edges of his face beneath his cap.
You stare at him. He stares back calmly. Completely serious. Then he gives the smallest shrug imaginable. Like that explanation should make perfect sense to you.
Your jaw drops. “Mingyu.” His mouth twitches. “You’re so annoying!”
The satisfaction in his eyes is immediate. Pure smug amusement sparkles there while he walks back toward you slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie now.
“And yet,” he says smoothly, stopping right in front of you, “you still came home with me.”
You groan loudly, shoving his shoulder hard enough to make him laugh again.
“But am I wrong?”
“Yes.”
“You hesitated.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“Shut up.”
He grins beneath his mask, eyes practically glowing with amusement while you try to ignore how unfairly attractive he looks standing there under the streetlights.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumble finally.
His fingers slide easily between yours.
“I know,” he says quietly.
Then, because he cannot help himself, he leans down close enough for you to feel his breath against the top edge of your mask.
“Good thing too. Otherwise those three boxes would’ve gone to waste.”
You stare at him in complete horror before smacking his arm again while he laughs loud enough to echo down the empty street.
~
The next morning is catastrophic. Absolutely catastrophic.
You wake up to your phone vibrating nonstop against the bedside table.
At first you think it is your manager. Then you see the sheer number of notifications. Messages from friends. Messages from staff. Messages from members. Missed calls.
Your stomach drops immediately.
Beside you, Mingyu is still half asleep, face pressed into your shoulder. You unlock your phone. And nearly scream. Worldwide trending.
He leans down to kiss you despite your complaints, smiling against your lips while you groan in embarrassment.
Photos of you and Mingyu walking into the convenience store. Photos of you leaving. A blurry zoomed-in picture of Mingyu holding the plastic bag.
And somehow, horrifyingly, a leaked photo of the receipt. You stare at the screen in complete silence. Then another post appears captioned: “NOT THE THREE XL PACKS?????”
You throw your phone onto the bed. “Mingyu.”
He hums sleepily.
“Mingyu.”
“What?”
“We’re trending.”
That wakes him up slightly. “For what?”
You just point at the phone with the expression of somebody moments away from losing their mind. He picks it up.
Scrolls. Reads. And then the audacity of this man.
He starts laughing. Actually laughing. You’re horrified. “Mingyu, this is not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“The cashier POSTED THE RECEIPT.”
He bursts into louder laughter at that, falling back against the pillows while you bury your face into your hands in pure humiliation.
“Oh my god,” you mumble miserably. “I can never show my face again.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“People know what size condoms you use now.”
“That’s not exactly devastating for me.”
You look at him in disbelief. He’s still grinning. Still completely unbothered.
Then he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you down against his chest despite your protests.
“You know,” he says casually, “the comments seem pretty supportive.”
You groan loudly into the pillow.
He only laughs again before kissing the top of your head, entirely too pleased with himself while your dignity dies in real time across the internet.
First date head canons with non-idol! Jeonghan and reader
No warnings for this one it's all fluff and sweet cuteness!
A/N: Thank you @milk-moonbunnies for beta reading and editing this for me!!
First date! Jeonghan is exhausted after work, and normally, he would head straight home and boot up his computer to play some League of Legends with his friends Wonwoo and Seungcheol, but tonight, he decides the billiards hall sounds a lot more appealing than a night alone at home on a Friday.
First date! Jeonghan walks into his favorite billiards hall, and it's somewhat crowded, like he expected it would be. Shrugging off the anxiety of the crowd, he wanders to the bar, ordering a whisky and sits down, scoping out someone to possibly pair up with to play a quick game.
First date! Jeonghan wasn't expecting you to slide up next to him and order a whisky on the rocks as well. You're all smiles as you apologize for bumping his arm after grabbing your glass, and he eyes you subtly while giving a quick nod back when you sit down. "Do you play?" He asks you, leaning over as he nods to the pool tables across the bar, his smile warm and friendly.
"Oh, uh, a little, I've played once or twice," you reply, "did you want to play a quick game?" You offer, scooting your bar stool back, getting ready to move to an open table.
First date! Jeonghan follows your lead and heads to the nearest open pool table, setting up the game, letting you break first, and honestly, even though he really wants to show off for you, he's holding back on all his shots just because he wants you to win the game.
When the last ball falls into the pocket, you're innocent as ever. First date! Jeonghan celebrates your win with you, like he didn't hand it to you on a silver platter, displaying a big grin on his face as you jump and hug him excitedly. He easily hides his nerves and stuffs his shaking hands in his pocket as he asks you for your number right after, saying you two should hang out again sometime.
"Absolutely," you reply with ease, typing your number into his phone, handing it back to him with a bright smile. "This was so much fun, Jeonghan, I'd love to do it again."
First date! Jeonghan should have checked his calendar when he was planning his date with you. Because if he did, then he would have realized that the Saturday that he scheduled your movie night was also the same as his bi-weekly pickup basketball game with his friends.
First date! Jeonghan desperately tried to figure out how to bail on practice, or a workaround to the movie date in the afternoon with you instead. But nothing seemed to be plausible for either of you. He sighs a heavy sigh and accepts that the new plan is hopefully taking you to practice with him.
First date! Jeonghan would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that there was a knot in his stomach as he pulled up to your apartment to pick you up for the date. He could barely hide his bashful smile as he informed you that your date night would be spent at his basketball practice. "I promise we can have some take-out afterwards, just us, okay?" He shoots you a hopeful smile, nervous he'd blown his chance with you.
First date! Jeonghan's shoulders relax almost immediately when you reply brightly with a quick, "Sure! That sounds like fun!" An undeniable sense of relief washes over him as you settle into the passenger seat, looking totally happy to spend the evening around his friends at the basketball courts.
First date! Jeonghan makes sure you're comfortable and settled on the bench next to Joshua before running off down the court to start warm-ups and drills with his friends. He introduced you to everyone but kept the interactions brief in the hopes that they wouldn't have time to embarrass him. That all went down the drain when Joshua turned to you with a mischievous smirk a few minutes into practice.
"So how do you know our Hannie?" Joshua asks you with a playful nudge to your shoulder, "We never see him bring girls around, so you must be something special," he says, lowering his voice conspiratorially between the two of you.
"Ah, well, I actually ran into him at a billiards hall one night after work, a few weeks ago," You hum. You go on to explain with a slight shrug and grin, "and I even beat him at a quick game, he's actually not that very good!" You giggle as you recall the night you met Jeonghan to Joshua and are surprised when you look over to see Joshua's raised eyebrows in response.
"Not very good? Jeonghan is extremely good, almost painfully good at billiards." Joshua shakes his head in disbelief at your words, "None of us has ever been able to beat him. He must've let you win…he does have a weakness for pretty girls." Joshua adds on after the fact, and you try to fight the blush that creeps up over your cheeks at Joshua's explanation.
First date! Jeonghan glances over at you talking with Shua on the bench, trying to ignore the icy shiver of nerves that rolls down his back as he quickly tries to figure out what his friend could be telling you. But he ultimately can't ignore it, and eagerly grabs your attention. "Yah! Y/N, watch this!" Jeonghan calls out from the 3-point line, interrupting your conversation, and when you look up, he makes an easy shot into the basket. It gets you to clap and cheer slightly for him, which makes him puff out his chest in pride as he runs off to keep playing, confident he just won you over some more.
"Don't be impressed by that," a huffing, sweaty Dino says as he sits down on the bench beside you, grabbing a water bottle, taking a quick drink before speaking again. "Hannie could barely even play basketball before last year, when Mingyu decided to drag him here, and of course, he just naturally picked it up as he does with everything," Dino says with an affectionate but sarcastic tone, followed by an eye roll.
"Really? I thought it was pretty cool," you say back, your eyes tracking Jeonghan on the court, watching him play like he's been playing the game for years, not just a few months. You have to admit that the natural athletic ability Jeonghan displays ignites a warmth in your stomach.
"Oh yeah? Well, if he's not at work, he's gaming, and if he's not gaming, he's usually sleeping," Joshua adds with a laugh. "It was a wonder Mingyu was able to convince him to join the team. Even more of a wonder now that he's made time for you, too." Joshua gives you a cheeky grin, and now you really can't deny the flush that's taken over your ears and cheeks. It lasts for the rest of the practice.
First date! Jeonghan runs up to you almost immediately after practice wraps up, sweating and out of breath, but he quickly composes himself for you before asking if you're ready to go. As you two settle into the drive back to his apartment and try to decide on a place to stop for takeout, he turns to you at a stoplight. "Hey, whatever my friends told you tonight, they're a bunch of liars, okay? You can't listen to them," Jeonghan insists, looking slightly amused and earning a laugh from you.
You shrug with a teasing smirk, "Oh, I don't know about that. Joshua said you let me win at billiards the night we met. I think I'm owed a rematch, Jeonghan." You raise your eyebrow in challenge as you look over at him; his grin is damning in response.
First date! Jeonghan is already wrapped around your finger; he can't deny you as you call him out and demand a new game. "Okay, sure thing, Angel, we can do a rematch, but don't get mad when I actually win this one, okay?" His hand reaches over and laces his fingers through yours, making your stomach flutter with anticipation. Instead of heading to his apartment, he turns down a familiar street and heads towards the billiards hall to give you the rematch you wanted, and maybe something more later that night. One way or another, Jeonghan is a winner if you continue to be with him.
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