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Summary: you're struggling, to say the least, which makes you snap at chanwoo. he does not like it
Notes: rough sex, choking
You leave work fuming. Your coworkers are being assholes, your boss is being unfair, and you have to clock in on the early mornings for the rest of the week. You don’t get paid enough for this.
The bus ride home doesn’t help calm you down, and you reach home just as angry as you were when you left work.
Chanwoo knows you’ve been struggling with basically everything lately, and he welcomes you as you walk through the door with a sweetness you can’t appreciate through your anger.
“Hey, babe,” he greets you. He doesn’t even bother asking how your day went. “I ordered chinese for you, want me to heat it up?”
You don’t even answer him, instead you walk past him to throw yourself on the couch. “I’m not hungry,” you finally say.
Chanwoo walks towards the couch and sits at the end of it, next to your legs. “Want a massage?”
“No,” you tell him.
Chanwoo frowns, probably annoyed, but you can’t care enough.
“Is there anything I can–”
“No,” you say again.
“I was thinking,” Chanwoo tries again. “We could–”
“I don’t want to do anything. Leave me alone.” You’re being rude, rude to a Chanwoo that’s obviously trying his best to make you feel better. But you’re out of your mind with fatigue and there’s nothing Chanwoo can do to help, which makes you feel a whole new level of frustration.
“Fine,” Chanwoo tells you, visibly upset, and he leaves to your shared room to leave you alone, just like you so badly desire.
You don’t let yourself feel guilty, you already have enough going on.
But Chanwoo comes back, and you don’t address him at all.
“You wanna be difficult?” He asks you. You don’t answer. “Fine, but you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”
Chanwoo proceeds to sit on your lap, legs on either side of you.
“If you wanna be a bitch,” he tells you, his weight holding you down. “Then I’ll treat you like one.”
His next movement is a hand around your throat, and you gasp as his grip tightens. “Chanwoo–”
“Shut up,” he tells you and you obey. His face gets real close to yours and he whispers in your ear. “Lemme make you feel good, princess, yeah?”
You swallow, which is hard with the pressure around your neck.
“Strip,” Chanwoo tells you. He stands up, letting go of you to let you take your clothes off.
As soon as you take off the last piece of cloth Chanwoo is picking you up and carrying you to your bed.
He drops you on it carelessly before settling down between your legs. He leans over you, grabbing one of your tits to lick at your nipple and biting every now and then. It’s not long until you’re shaking, hips thrusting up in search of friction, but Chanwoo ignores that. He lets go of you in favor of licking at two of his fingers, which eventually move to your entrance and slowly make their way in.
It’s a tight fit, you’re still not wet enough for it to feel smooth, but Chanwoo doesn’t care. All he does is spit on his fingers once more before he starts thrusting them in and out of you. But that doesn’t last, soon enough he’s removing his fingers, pumping up his cock with the other hand and aligning himself against you before pushing in.
“Fuck,” you moan, feeling yourself stretching painfully around him.
Chanwoo’s hand moves back to your neck, choking you tightly as he fucks you at an accelerating pace. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he tells you, almost laughing.
It’s almost too rough for you, but you can also feel the stress become a secondary thought, first being Chanwoo and the way he’s wrecking you.
His hand is gripping your neck to the point it hurts, but Chanwoo doesn’t seem to give a fuck, and you don’t dare ask him to stop.
He grabs both of your legs and folds them, knees at your shoulders, and Chanwoo changes the angle slightly, making him go deeper and then even faster, skin meeting skin. It’s the only noise in the room apart from your broken moaning.
You can tell Chanwoo’s about to cum when his hand around your neck starts shaking. You clench around him, Chanwoo’s only reaction is the furrowing of his eyebrows, until his hips are thrusting erratically and you can hear him groan, until he slows down, spilling inside you, and finally comes to a stop.
Chanwoo takes a second before pulling out of you, sitting back on his legs to catch his breath.
You’re left shaky and moaning and sensitive and thrusting your hips up. Chanwoo takes a look at you and laughs. “Are you gonna be nice now?”
You can barely speak, but you gather all your strength and mutter, “Yes. I’m sorry.”
Chanwoo leans over you again and kisses you, slow and deep, until he’s pulling out and saying,
“It’s okay, baby, I know it hasn’t been easy.” He kisses your forehead. “Did that help at all?”
You bite your lip before saying, “Yes. But,” you continue. “Still haven’t cum... Please don’t tell me you’re not gonna let me cum.”
Chanwoo giggles. “Never.”
He spreads open your legs and licks up your core, tongue playing with your clit as you begin moaning again. “Fuck,” you say as Chanwoo licks you all over, then goes back to your clit. “Chanwoo–”
Chanwoo hums and you feel it everywhere.
He moves his tongue towards your entrance, now his fingers rubbing at your clit as he tongue fucks you deeper and deeper, until you’re left shaking and mumbling in pleasure.
Chanwoo only needs to keep that up for one more minute before you’re cumming around his tongue, your hips thrusting against him and your whole body shivering.
Chanwoo waits until you come down from it to move up on the bed to lie next to you. “Better?”
“Loads,” you answer, still shaking a little. You turn your face towards Chanwoo to kiss him deeply. “Thanks,” you say. “Next time I need to get my brains fucked out I’ll know what to do.”
Chanwoo frowns, but it’s playful. “Or you could just ask.”
“What’s the fun in that?” You giggle, and Chanwoo does too.
Summary: you're struggling, to say the least, which makes you snap at chanwoo. he does not like it
Notes: rough sex, choking
You leave work fuming. Your coworkers are being assholes, your boss is being unfair, and you have to clock in on the early mornings for the rest of the week. You don’t get paid enough for this.
The bus ride home doesn’t help calm you down, and you reach home just as angry as you were when you left work.
Chanwoo knows you’ve been struggling with basically everything lately, and he welcomes you as you walk through the door with a sweetness you can’t appreciate through your anger.
“Hey, babe,” he greets you. He doesn’t even bother asking how your day went. “I ordered chinese for you, want me to heat it up?”
You don’t even answer him, instead you walk past him to throw yourself on the couch. “I’m not hungry,” you finally say.
Chanwoo walks towards the couch and sits at the end of it, next to your legs. “Want a massage?”
“No,” you tell him.
Chanwoo frowns, probably annoyed, but you can’t care enough.
“Is there anything I can–”
“No,” you say again.
“I was thinking,” Chanwoo tries again. “We could–”
“I don’t want to do anything. Leave me alone.” You’re being rude, rude to a Chanwoo that’s obviously trying his best to make you feel better. But you’re out of your mind with fatigue and there’s nothing Chanwoo can do to help, which makes you feel a whole new level of frustration.
“Fine,” Chanwoo tells you, visibly upset, and he leaves to your shared room to leave you alone, just like you so badly desire.
You don’t let yourself feel guilty, you already have enough going on.
But Chanwoo comes back, and you don’t address him at all.
“You wanna be difficult?” He asks you. You don’t answer. “Fine, but you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”
Chanwoo proceeds to sit on your lap, legs on either side of you.
“If you wanna be a bitch,” he tells you, his weight holding you down. “Then I’ll treat you like one.”
His next movement is a hand around your throat, and you gasp as his grip tightens. “Chanwoo–”
“Shut up,” he tells you and you obey. His face gets real close to yours and he whispers in your ear. “Lemme make you feel good, princess, yeah?”
You swallow, which is hard with the pressure around your neck.
“Strip,” Chanwoo tells you. He stands up, letting go of you to let you take your clothes off.
As soon as you take off the last piece of cloth Chanwoo is picking you up and carrying you to your bed.
He drops you on it carelessly before settling down between your legs. He leans over you, grabbing one of your tits to lick at your nipple and biting every now and then. It’s not long until you’re shaking, hips thrusting up in search of friction, but Chanwoo ignores that. He lets go of you in favor of licking at two of his fingers, which eventually move to your entrance and slowly make their way in.
It’s a tight fit, you’re still not wet enough for it to feel smooth, but Chanwoo doesn’t care. All he does is spit on his fingers once more before he starts thrusting them in and out of you. But that doesn’t last, soon enough he’s removing his fingers, pumping up his cock with the other hand and aligning himself against you before pushing in.
“Fuck,” you moan, feeling yourself stretching painfully around him.
Chanwoo’s hand moves back to your neck, choking you tightly as he fucks you at an accelerating pace. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he tells you, almost laughing.
It’s almost too rough for you, but you can also feel the stress become a secondary thought, first being Chanwoo and the way he’s wrecking you.
His hand is gripping your neck to the point it hurts, but Chanwoo doesn’t seem to give a fuck, and you don’t dare ask him to stop.
He grabs both of your legs and folds them, knees at your shoulders, and Chanwoo changes the angle slightly, making him go deeper and then even faster, skin meeting skin. It’s the only noise in the room apart from your broken moaning.
You can tell Chanwoo’s about to cum when his hand around your neck starts shaking. You clench around him, Chanwoo’s only reaction is the furrowing of his eyebrows, until his hips are thrusting erratically and you can hear him groan, until he slows down, spilling inside you, and finally comes to a stop.
Chanwoo takes a second before pulling out of you, sitting back on his legs to catch his breath.
You’re left shaky and moaning and sensitive and thrusting your hips up. Chanwoo takes a look at you and laughs. “Are you gonna be nice now?”
You can barely speak, but you gather all your strength and mutter, “Yes. I’m sorry.”
Chanwoo leans over you again and kisses you, slow and deep, until he’s pulling out and saying,
“It’s okay, baby, I know it hasn’t been easy.” He kisses your forehead. “Did that help at all?”
You bite your lip before saying, “Yes. But,” you continue. “Still haven’t cum... Please don’t tell me you’re not gonna let me cum.”
Chanwoo giggles. “Never.”
He spreads open your legs and licks up your core, tongue playing with your clit as you begin moaning again. “Fuck,” you say as Chanwoo licks you all over, then goes back to your clit. “Chanwoo–”
Chanwoo hums and you feel it everywhere.
He moves his tongue towards your entrance, now his fingers rubbing at your clit as he tongue fucks you deeper and deeper, until you’re left shaking and mumbling in pleasure.
Chanwoo only needs to keep that up for one more minute before you’re cumming around his tongue, your hips thrusting against him and your whole body shivering.
Chanwoo waits until you come down from it to move up on the bed to lie next to you. “Better?”
“Loads,” you answer, still shaking a little. You turn your face towards Chanwoo to kiss him deeply. “Thanks,” you say. “Next time I need to get my brains fucked out I’ll know what to do.”
Chanwoo frowns, but it’s playful. “Or you could just ask.”
“What’s the fun in that?” You giggle, and Chanwoo does too.
hmm bobby and reader that previously had a little fling. bobby wants to give it a try again but reader is hesitant to cross that line bc it didn’t end well the first time 💔💗
The last person you were expecting to see waiting at your door was Jiwon, sitting on the steps leading to your home.
"Uh," you say for lack of a better thing. "What are you doing?"
It's not the nicest thing to start with, but it's not like you got to mentally prepare yourself for this encounter.
"I miss you," Jiwon says, getting up. "And I wanted to talk."
You sigh, already imagining where this is going. "Jiwon- Let's not do this, please?" You watch him bite his lip, a subtle frown on his face. "We know how it'll end and it's not worth it."
"I think we're worth a try," he says.
You don't think so. The sex had been great, way too great, and you both though that meant that meant an actual relationship would go even better. You were wrong.
The fights were nasty, you clashed in the most basic of opinions, personalities too different to last long.
"We'll adapt," Jiwon tries to convince you. "I'll try harder, I promise."
You shake your head. "It's-" You don't want to sound vulnerable, but you also know he deserves the truth. "I don't want to feel hurt like that again."
Jiwon smiles gently, like he gets you. "Me too. Give me one more chance, yeah?" he says. "Let me take you to dinner."
You look at him, really look at him, and find yourself realizing you missed him just as much as he did you.
"Fine," you agree. "But I'm choosing the place."
"Then that's not me taking you out!"
You smirk. "Take it or leave it."
"Fine," he says, grinning like the moon. "I'll pick you up at 8?"
hmm bobby and reader that previously had a little fling. bobby wants to give it a try again but reader is hesitant to cross that line bc it didn’t end well the first time 💔💗
The last person you were expecting to see waiting at your door was Jiwon, sitting on the steps leading to your home.
"Uh," you say for lack of a better thing. "What are you doing?"
It's not the nicest thing to start with, but it's not like you got to mentally prepare yourself for this encounter.
"I miss you," Jiwon says, getting up. "And I wanted to talk."
You sigh, already imagining where this is going. "Jiwon- Let's not do this, please?" You watch him bite his lip, a subtle frown on his face. "We know how it'll end and it's not worth it."
"I think we're worth a try," he says.
You don't think so. The sex had been great, way too great, and you both though that meant that meant an actual relationship would go even better. You were wrong.
The fights were nasty, you clashed in the most basic of opinions, personalities too different to last long.
"We'll adapt," Jiwon tries to convince you. "I'll try harder, I promise."
You shake your head. "It's-" You don't want to sound vulnerable, but you also know he deserves the truth. "I don't want to feel hurt like that again."
Jiwon smiles gently, like he gets you. "Me too. Give me one more chance, yeah?" he says. "Let me take you to dinner."
You look at him, really look at him, and find yourself realizing you missed him just as much as he did you.
"Fine," you agree. "But I'm choosing the place."
"Then that's not me taking you out!"
You smirk. "Take it or leave it."
"Fine," he says, grinning like the moon. "I'll pick you up at 8?"
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