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: Warnings: Low-key rude Serim, dangerously gets to smut at times
"Oh" Serim's suprised voice was audible despite being muffuled by the loud music in the bar after the bottle spinned to point at you.
Despite being across the table, you clearly heared his dissaponted. Your heart sank a little, but you can't blame him— he was the school's most popular jock and every other girl would kill just to get the bottle to point to them.
Yet there the bottle was, the hole visible to you, the unpopular girl who's first time in a club seems to also cause her first time in sex.
"Can't I spin again?" Serim asked with a chuckle, his accent was clearly influenced with booze since they already had finished at least 6 bottles before you and your little clique got there.
"I mean, it shouldn't even count. I wanna go again," Serim tried to persuade his friends to give him another try, but there was no convincing them. That little crush you had for him was in agony, like being buried alive.
"Seriously guys, can't I go again?" Serim practically begged, it was a rare sight since he was practically god in his friend group.
They didn't budge, causing him to breathe a deep sigh before standing up and offering his hand.
You tried to avoid his gaze, but there was something about how his eyes sparkled underneath his shaggy bangs that told you to keep staring. It reflected the mood he was in, the ways his lips were in a serious shape— was he pissed off?
"Let's get this over," Serim motioned you to grab his hand which you obeyed after realizing that there was no escaping. The both of you made your way quickly to a private bathroom stall that he probably paid for.
Serim locked the door in no time before leaning back and hanging his head. You found yourself amazed by a bathroom, but it was most probably your mind's defense mechanism in avoiding thinking about sex.
You faced the mirror and placed your black handbag at the counter gently. Your eyes cautiously spyed at Serim, still silent.
"So..." He finally broke the ice and looked at you, causing an impulse to look away and seem interested. "As far as Im concerned, we haven't really said a word or two together. You're Addy's friend right?"
"Yeah, I am..." You reply, turning around to face him. Serim got increasingly closer this time, now just across you looking deeply into your ashen eyes. "Who is David's girlfriend, who's your friend."
"Right," Serim spoke, walking closer to your small figure. He was only a few inches away your face, facing his chest covered by the thin black cloth. Serim used his finger to hold you face up, chuckling after realizing the size.
"Now Im not really sure what we're supposed to do, it's not like I plan to fuck you in here, but you sure are gorgeous." His actions slowly began to contradict his earlier statements at the conversation hole. "Im sorry with how I acted a while ago, I just had alot in my mind."
"I know," You respond in a polite way, but there was nothing appropriate about the way he was acting. You were pretty sure he tried to kiss you, causing you to lean back and get pinned at the counter. Serim's lower portion was grinding at you, hoping to get a moan out of you.
"You just—" Your voice hitched, swearing you felt the tip of his cock attempt to enter clothed. "Broke up with your girlfriend."
"You don't have to remind me, all I wanna think about is you now." Serim had a mischievous smirk across the length of his perfect lips, before planting a few kisses down your neck.
You can't help but moan, holding onto Serim's broad shoulder while his hands rasied your things up the counter. His hands lingered down there longer than it should've— rubbing down before going up underneath your skirt and rubbing a few circles on your clothed clit.
"Serim? I haven't— It's my— Please be gentle." You can't find the right words to tell that you haven't been touched yet, but Serim understood well. He continued to kiss up to your jaw then on your lips, going wild with the tongue licking every place nobody else had reached.
"I will" Serim held both your hands in his free one, the other continuing to draw things you never knew you'd like. Soon, you were kissing back— not moving in sync but rather a way that you knew will give him more pleasure.
It was all too delectable for the both of you, Serim didn't know when it started and he didn't know when to stop exactly. All he knows that is that he's gonna make you see the whole galaxy tonight.
As if on cue, a knock came to the door. You we're expecting Serim to continue and ignore, but to your surprise he decided to pull back with a smirk. Offering his hand once again to help you down.
Although dissaponted, you tried to not show it in your face and hold Serim's hand before walking towards the door.
"Oh and by the way," Serim whispered at your ear stopping right in front of the door, you felt him slip something into your hands as he smirked. It was his hotel keycard.
Being the gentleman, Serim opened the door and lead you out first making sure that you didn't leave anything like the purse that held the keycard now.
Before proceeding to walk back to your friends, the both of you faced each other and shared another peck in the lips.
"I'll be giving you more than 7 minutes in Heaven later." He spoke, sending a chill down your spine. It sure was gonna be a loong night.
a/n: Fun fact, Y/n's My Hero Academia problem is based on my current problem, too. Currently open to any anime recommendations, I don't want to go to garden parties in Scotland in October, so please help a girl out. Also, this is my first proper post as a member of @cravitywriters, so I'm pretty excited
Do words ever completely fail you? Do you ever find it challenging to describe something because you just can't find the words to do so? In cases like this, you can turn to the word "ineffable". It means "unspeakable" or "indescribable." So if you ever have feelings for someone, but you can't put into words just how you feel about them, you can describe your feelings as ineffable. Kang Minhee would express his feelings for Jeon Y/n as ineffable. The way she carried herself, the sound of her laugh, the sight of her smile, he just could not put into words how hard he had fallen. As for Y/n, she did know what she felt for Minhee, and it was a lot. These two were so irrevocably in love with each other it was painful yet beautiful at the same time. The only problem? The two barely knew each other. They had had, at most, three conversations by their second year at university. But, when a certain poodle-like friend of Minhee's decides to be his outgoing self once again, everything seems to fall for the two. Whether that is into place or apart is yet to be determined.
Warnings: Swearing, female reader, slut-shaming (but all only as a joke between good friends who know they're all okay with it. Also as self-deprecating humour), self-deprecating humour, I haven't specified the reader's sexuality, but she definitely isn't straight. I've tried to make everything about the reader as ambiguous as possible, besides her being female and using she/her/hers pronouns. If I've made anything too specific in one direction, please let me know and I'll do my best to fix it!
Also, I go to a Scottish university, basing the university life in the story on what I know and my experiences, so there may be specific Scottish events and situations. I don't know about Higher Education outside of Scotland, so this may differ from what you've seen.
cravity reaction to their drunk s/o confessing that they had cheated.
— requested! ✧ hyung line + wonjin, angst, 912 words
— tw: indications and mentions of cheating and drinking
— cravity masterlist | request rules
— a/n: this was a request from my previous blog and i saw my drafts for this, decided to continue and post it.
。PARK SERIM
at your drunken state you’ve failed to lift yourself up, serim was carrying you on his back. you were already near your apartment when a confession slipped out of your lips. but no, it wasn’t the kind that would send flutters in the stomach or make one's heart race in joy.
“you what?” serim’s feet transitioned from slow steps to an actual stop, but he didn’t let go of you. it was like a knife had cut through, the air rather too sharp to be inhaled.
the calmness he had when he resumed walking, he was surprised by it himself. how can he be so calm when he just heard that you’ve been going out with another guy for almost a month now? he let go of a sigh as if that could release his chest from the tight feeling that hugged it.
serim wished what he heard was not true. his mind adamant in rejecting it, he kept on trying to deny it.
。ALLEN MA
allen was washing your face, trying to make you feel better after your stomach had flipped over the amount of alcohol you had. he was drying up your face when you confessed to him how it has been quite a while since you started dating someone else while still having a relationship with him.
his hands froze for a moment, trying to keep himself calm. however, it was a futile attempt to do so. with emotions— anger, betrayal, and hurt— rushing in all at once, his expression tightened, gaze sharper than the usual. he resumed wiping your face. and when he saw the tears in your eyes, he opted not to wipe it. quite the opposite of how he’d usually held you close to him whenever you’re down and how he’d be quick to wipe your tears.
placing your towel on the rack, allen straightened up. a few words said. “i need to go home.”
before you can even collect yourself to reply and properly apologize, allen had already left.
。KOO JUNGMO
jungmo fetched you as soon as your friends called him. he was driving you home when you started muttering things. on your half-awake drunken stupor, among the incoherent ramblings one stood out. “what will i do if jungmo finds out?”
the question didn’t come to jungmo as something silly, rather it carried an impactful hit. “find out what?”
“that i’ve been going out with someone else for over a month…” your voice trailed as you passed out.
unable to let go of any verbal response and failing to even look at you, he stopped the car. fingers tapping on the steering wheels, he let the situation sink in. as soon as he did, various emotions came to him as big waves.
the vehicle suddenly became suffocating and jungmo urged himself to get out. it was followed by him calling a taxi and supporting you to move from his car to the other vehicle. he wasn’t ready to face you today, and he might never be able to do so even in the next few days.
。SEO WOOBIN
woobin woke up with you knocking on his door in the middle of the night. his drowsiness faded as soon as he opened the door and found your current state. drunk and teary-eyed.
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” with guilt swallowing you up, you continuously muttered apologies. the ounce of guilt becoming heavier instead of getting lighter as you speak.
your state confused woobin, enough for him to feel concerned. he held you in his arms, a light hug, trying to ease you. “what are you talking about, mhm?”
“i’m so sorry. i’m really sorry woobin.” you burst with more tears. “i’ve been going out with a senior from my department.”
his face grew stiff as the former concern he had was soon washed out by betrayal and anger. he was silent for a moment, trying to navigate his words out of your words.
“leave,” said woobin as he let go of you.
“i’m so sorry, woobin.”
“i said leave,” woobin reiterated with a stern look. regardless of how many apologies were to be directed to him, his mind was only flooded by one thing: you cheated and you meant it. “we’re over.”
。HAM WONJIN
late at night, wonjin was woken up by the continuous buzz on his phone— your name flashing through the screen as you called him. he was quick to pick it up. hearing your voice, he had already figured out that you were drunk, even leaving some light remarks about it and asking if you want him to fetch you. w
what you said next was something he didn’t expect though.
“wonjin, i’m sorry.” your line was silent for a moment before you resumed. “i’ve been going out with another person for weeks.”
his reaction was a bit odd. it wasn’t the usual wonjin who would bicker with you until the end of the world over the silliest things. he was quiet, trying to allow your confession to sink in. a question ran in his head continuously. was i not good enough?
“i’m so sorry wonjin.” it flowed past his ears only to melt, leaving no marks. like a whisper to an empty space.
“i’m dropping the call.” wonjin tried to be as calm as he can, his voice however betrayed him with it cracking in the end. the next thing you heard was the beeps coming from an ended call.
— requested! wonjin headcanon, 251 words ✧ cravity masterlist
— hello thank you for sending this in <3 just in time while i'm snorting at wonjin's kind of questionable actions. anw, here you go!
very enthusiastic with the idea, one time you'd be surprised he's in the front door of your place ready to drag you to buy stuffs for him
your current apartment is too small for the two of you and his roommate seems to not be moving out, so the two of you ended up signing for a new apartment
some of the things he bought are quite questionable and you have to remind him not to overspend
"we are still to pay for the deposit, dummy."
why can i imagine him teasing you like "bet you're excited to live with me" when it is obvious that he is the one who is very excited about it
the first day, after arranging and unboxing some of the things, wonjin whips out a paper to write some kind of house rules which you doubt he'd follow
but yeah you let him do it because he's too excited about it
and he seems confident that he'll follow those rules
hopefully
the two of you divided the chores (cooking, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, throwing out the trash, etc)
the list was going longer with the two of you suggesting some other rules
you had to pause and stop on one point though
"mandatory hug and kiss from the other before leaving?"
"yes." wonjin nods, his grin melting into a frown when he realizes something. "forgot to add mandatory hugs when you arrive!"
you shake your head in disbelief but accepts that 'rule'
a/n: yay getting back to writing for cravity and writing smut. hope you enjoy this!
it started so innocently.
a perfectly random brush of fingers against your bare thigh brought about by your very short skirt. minhee had blushed so hard then, apologizing profusely. all you did was respond with some snarky remark about him being a perv. what you didn't see was the way his gaze darkened at the mention of the word.
and then it started to get a little more obvious.
your roommate was a quiet one. he preferred to show his thoughts through his actions. so when his hands started to linger on your waist during morning hugs or when his eyes spent a little too long staring at your legs in your teeny tiny house shorts, you know exactly what he was thinking. still, you brushed it off as him just being the man that he is.
you'd never fuck your roommate.
but when he walks out of the shower in just a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, droplets of water cascading down his perfectly toned upper body, you can't help the thoughts that take over your brain. filthy thoughts. naughty ones. ones where he pushes you down onto the bed, a hand gripping at your neck.
you'd never fuck your roommate, but when you let two young, horny adults rent an apartment together, it can't be helped.
it was a whirlwind start. you had been minding your business on the kitchen counter, butt perched perfectly on top of the shiny marble as you mindlessly chewed on an oatmeal bar. minhee had stepped out of his room, groggy and fresh from a nap. he had walked straight up to you, arms enveloping you in a hug. you had giggled then, legs spreading to let him move a little closer.
but as you pulled away, the silence around you almost deafening, minhee's eyes had flitted down to your bra-less chest for a second, with your nipples poking through your thin t-shirt, you knew. you knew it would happen. sooner or later.
but, you wanted it sooner.
so you kissed him and he obviously kissed back, hands smoothing up your thighs. that's when you let your first moan of the night slip out. and minhee fucking loved it.
and now, being bent over the very same counter you were sitting on just fifteen minutes ago, you know that minhee loves seeing you like this, too.
he told you so.
"fuck, you look so pretty like this," minhee says, hand landing harshly on your ass. you mewl, forehead coming in contact with the cold marble of the countertop for a second. you look back up and behind you, minhee's eyes immediately meeting yours.
"you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" minhee asks with a smirk as he rubs the tip of his cock against your folds. you push back onto him, wanting nothing more than for him to just put it in and fuck you senseless.
"i have," you answer back meekly. "please, i need it."
"what do you need?" minhee asks nonchalantly as if he wasn't stretching your hole right at this very second. you whimper at the sensation, eyes rolling towards the back of your head.
"i n-need you to fuck me, please," you manage to get out. "please fuck me hard."
minhee doesn't need to be told twice as he grips onto your waist, thrusting forward with a force that has you crying out. he starts off with a harsh pace, but you don't care. this is exactly what you wanted.
"minhee!" you whine out. minhee grunts behind you, seemingly enjoying the sound of his name falling from your begging lips.
"that's right," minhee says with a snicker. "who's making you feel good?"
minhee continues to fuck into you and you find it hard to answer back. a few seconds pass without a response from you and you yelp in surprise as you feel your head being yanked back by your hair.
"answer me," minhee says, voice low and calm, a contrast to his frenzied movements against you. you sob, the sting in your scalp adding to the pleasure pulsing through your body.
"you! you make me feel so good, minhee," you babble out, words slurring around the edges. he was fucking you too good, you couldn't form any coherent thoughts.
"should have fucked you a long time ago," minhee wonders out loud, letting your head drop, hands going back to your waist. he holds you in place as he pistons in and out of you, movements already erratic.
you reach down to play with your clit, the sensation adding to the electric shocks you're getting from the tip of minhee's cock hitting that one spot inside you. your lower abdomen starts to contract and you gasp.
"i'm close," you say in a near-whisper, already too fucked out to raise your speaking voice any higher. the only loud sound you can make are cries of pleasure.
"good girl," minhee drawls, hand coming down against your ass once more.
"i am, too, baby," minhee continues, leaning down so his mouth is next to your ear. "let's cum together?"
you nod, not trusting your voice at this point. minhee quickens his pace even more and you match it with your hand going at your clit. the sensations become too much and you let yourself go, your whole body being plunged into nearly unimaginable pleasure. you cry out, voice high-pitched, as you let your orgasm course through you.
minhee moans behind you, pulling out as he let his cum paint your back and ass. you clench around nothing for a few more seconds, breathing labored and sweat dripping down your forehead.
you straighten up after a few more moments, turning towards minhee.
"you have to let me take a picture of your back," minhee says with a pointed look. "please?"
you roll your eyes, reaching over so you could hold onto minhee. you conclude that your knees don't seem to be in the best condition after being fucked like that.
"did i do this to you?" minhee asks with a devilish grin as you wobble on your feet. you smack him in the chest.
You knew he would be the perfect boyfriend long before he was one. It was obvious with the way he spoke with affection lacing his words, the way his eyes would shine and held nothing but love. How gentle his touches were and how he remembered the smallest of details and would pay attention.
His little acts of kindness that would leave anyone with a racing heart like how he would walk on the side of the road, how he would wait if you stopped to tie your laces. If he bought something to eat or drink, he would buy for two people. Little actions that he deemed as nothing but definitely meant that he cared.
Who wouldn't feel special if Minhee treated them like that. He was so much more than a tall and handsome guy. Listening to your rants and troubles and being a shoulder to cry on. Your anchor, when you would float up high in the air and your saviour when you would be drowning in your sorrows. He was everything you wished for and more.
But the day he happily skipped towards you with a smile that you loved so much and would look forward to everyday, you felt everything crash down when he excitedly told you about someone special in his life. A different type of special than you... someone you wished you could be.
You couldn't do anything except suck it in and put on a bright facade, joining him in his happiness and being supportive, congratulating him with a fake smile you forcefully mustered. He was someone who could see right through you but maybe because he was blinded by happiness, he wasn't able to look past your feigned smile.
As days passed by, you saw less and less of him. It started with date nights, then replacing you with her as his project partner, missing your weekly movie nights... slowly but surely you saw her completely replacing you. His jacket you would once wear would now be around her shoulders. His attention that would once would be always on you now knew nothing but her. All the things you and Minhee would do, he did them with her. He looked genuinely happy and there would always be a glow around him whenever he was with her and who were you to take it all away from him... now that you weren't even best friends... just strangers.
— prompts: 17 (holding the other's chin up) and 20 (bandaging/stitching up injury)
wonjin flinched when the cold compress met the side of his lips. but that didn’t reduce the intensity of his expression. no effort was made to make eye contact with you as he replaced your hand with his, taking initiative in holding the ice bag. his eyes were still dark, flames erupting in his gaze.
“you should have just ignored them,” you hissed, hand reaching for wonjin’s chin to lift it and inspect the wounds he got from the fuss just a few minutes ago. there was a cut on his left cheek, the guy he fought with probably was wearing a ring. you sighed, reaching for an antiseptic to clean the wound.
“not when they’re talking nonsense about you.” the frown on wonjin’s face resurfaced, now more distinct, highlighted by his irritation as he recalled the cause of the fight.
“still.” carefully, you placed a bandaid on the top of his wound. you straightened up and fixated your gaze on him, watching his annoyance slowly melt. “don’t do it next time, okay?”
“no promises.” wonjin finally met your look, his gaze softening yet stern. “if i hear anyone badmouth you, i can’t settle for peace.”
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a/n: a request i got a few days ago! hope you guys like this bc i did heh
your boss is incredibly generous.
he treats everyone on his team with lunches, dinners, night outs with drinks, karaoke nights, team vacations, you name it. koo jungmo is loaded and he isn't afraid to let the world know.
of course, he isn't just generous in the money sense. he was also very...caring. the reason why he blows his earnings on his team is that he wants all of you to be happy working for him.
you, most especially.
he'd give you what others might call the "special treatment".
it wasn't anything overtly obvious, just small gestures here and there. a quick squeeze on your shoulders when he knows you've been working overtime. an extra cocktail when you're out at a bar drinking with the rest of the team. a lunch packed by his personal chef left at your table on particularly busy days.
just small, seemingly insignificant things.
what they don't know is that his generosity towards you extends far beyond office hours, and proper office etiquette, as a matter of fact.
because where is the etiquette that talks about having your boss in between your legs as you sit atop his messed-up desk?
"you're so fucking gorgeous," jungmo whispers against your neck as he unbuttons your blouse, exposing your lace bra.
"i had to stop myself from taking you right in the middle of the office," jungmo continues, thankful that everyone has gone home so no one can hear him say the filthy things he only ever utters in your presence.
"i dressed up for you," you reply coyly, loosening the tie around jungmo's neck. your fingers work on jungmo's own button-down, revealing the toned chest underneath.
"hmm, is that so?" jungmo questions, hiking your skirt up until it's bunched up around your waist. no matter how many times jungmo does this, it always sends a jolt in your chest and down in your core.
his fingers hook underneath your underwear, pulling them down. you let him slip them off your legs, smiling as he pockets them in his blazer. jungmo doesn't waste any time in undoing his own bottoms, eager to be back in between your legs and inside of you.
"you get prettier every day, you know?" jungmo muses as he unzips his pants. he lets the material fall around his ankles before he pulls his underwear down, letting his hard, leaking cock spring free.
"and you get hotter with every passing day," you reply, relishing in the way a satisfied smirk settles on jungmo's lips. he always loved being complimented and praised.
jungmo lines himself up with your entrance, his hand stroking at his length languidly. he pushes the tip in, making you exhale as the stretch increases little by little. a few moments later, he bottoms out, grunting at the feeling of you clenching around him.
"taking me so well," jungmo says through gritted teeth. he doesn't wait another second before he slams his hips up once, earning a strangled moan from you.
"such a good girl for me," jungmo coos as he starts to move. you throw your head back as the pleasure consumes you, tears prickling at your eyes at how good it feels.
from the first time, jungmo somehow always knew how to please you. his movements were perfect, and his size an equally perfect fit for your needy cunt. you always craved more from him and jungmo was always happy to deliver.
the two of you go at it like rabbits for the next few minutes, the whole world melting away as if it's just the two of you. and it definitely felt like it, his intense gaze boring upon your face and your hazy eyes looking back. it seemed as if nothing could break the moment. it was just you and jungmo.
"i'm close," you whisper. jungmo nods in response, hands slipping under your ass to lift you up ever so slightly. he starts to pull you on his cock, matching the rhythm of him slamming his hips into yours. the new angle sends your hands flying to his shoulders for support, your eyes rolling back at the sheer pleasure of it all.
your orgasm takes you by surprise, and you cry out, nails dragging against jungmo's clothed back. jungmo groans as you clench around him, his own release spilling inside of you. jungmo pulls out to empty the rest of himself out onto your thighs, admiring the way his seed paints your skin.
you both come down from your highs, eyes staring at each other's, smiles plastered on your lips. jungmo leans in for a final kiss, tongue licking into your open mouth. he pulls away, fingers lightly holding your chin.
"god, what am i gonna do with you," jungmo says as he pulls away to put his bottoms back in place. you giggle, taking a few wet wipes from the container that jungmo kept on his desk. jungmo stops you and takes the wipes himself, cleaning you up from the mess both of you made.
"you're so in love with me," you tease, hand playing with the hair at the back of jungmo's neck. jungmo just chuckles.
