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+ summary: while adjusting to your new life in college, you couldn't help but attract the attention of wonwoo, someone you happen to share a history with. + pairing: badboy!wonwoo x fem!reader + genre(s): fluff, smut, romance, childhood acquaintances to lovers (?) + word count: 12.5k + content: mature language, teasing, smut, frat party, alcohol drinking… yeah [MDNI]
HC | Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
[ᝰ.ᐟ] hey so i lied. i know i teased at part four a long time ago but with all of the collabs i had signed up for... my ass had to prioritize a few things. please don’t hate me y’all. but it’s out now! yayyyy!!! y’all can thank @cherry-zip for bullying me to no end and having to deal with my lazy ass hehe. i made sure to make this as long as possible so it could yk… make up for the super long wait. also, special thanks to @orbitondgtl and @luvrung for beta-reading this and making sure it didn’t sound like complete garbage. i have one final chapter i want to post until i’m completely done with this series ☹️ but thank you all for your support and again, i’m sorry it took so long for this to come out! anyways… please enjoy!!! <3333
You didn’t know exactly how long you’ve been laying in bed and staring at the ceiling for, but it was enough for you to notice the weird imperfections decorating it… like, who knew you had that many cracks near your ceiling fan?
Was it a little concerning? Maybe, but it seemed like your mind was taken up by more pressing matters. Like… last night.
Wonwoo.
God, all you could think about was Wonwoo.
The night before played on a loop behind your closed eyes, it was as if you had your own private screening of the events that took place yesterday. Seeing Wonwoo drenched in rainwater, looking like a sad, pathetic cat you couldn't help but let inside. You still felt the ghost of that first desperate kiss on the couch or the way his hands had been freezing until they weren't. Or the way he had looked at you from between your legs, pulling noises out of you that you almost didn't recognize as your own.
And while… you technically didn’t go the full mile with him, boundaries were still crossed. That was the scariest part of it all. The confrontation. Okay, confrontation might be too heavy but the acknowledgment of it?
Horrifying.
The silence of the room was heavy. It didn't help that his scent had found a way of latching itself onto your pillows and blankets. He was everywhere.
You shifted under the duvet, the fabric of your sleep shirt—the only thing that you were wearing at the moment—brushing against your skin. You felt a flush of heat crawl up your neck as you remembered exactly how you ended up in this state.
You reached out to your phone again, only to see the sticky note Wonwoo had left behind for you right next to it.
‘Had an early shift today. See you on Sunday :)’
You groaned, setting the phone down as you dragged a pillow over your face. What were you going to do?
But as if almost on cue, your phone vibrated.
[www.onwoo sent you a photo.]
Life had a funny way with timing, didn't it?
Your eyes practically bulged out of your head as soon as the picture loaded on the screen. It was a dimly lit selfie that was more focused on his neck than his face. His fingers were hooked onto his collar, effectively tugging it down to reveal what you had done to his neck the night before.
www.onwoo: you had a little too much fun last night… didn’t you? ;)
Oh my god.
The phone slipped from your hand, landing with a dull thud on your chest. You stared back at the ceiling, hoping for something or someone to put you out of your misery.
You didn't even have enough time to process the message before your door was shoved wide open.
“I know you're awake you little hussy!” Sohee sang out as she nearly launched herself onto your bed.
She scrambled over to you like an overly energetic puppy, tugging at your shoulder. You could feel her practically vibrating right next to you on the bed. She lifted her head up to look at you. “Tell me everything!”
You felt your stomach drop. “Tell you about what?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me! I literally walked your boyfriend out this morning.” She said as she rolled her eyes at you, dropping her head on your shoulder in disbelief.
“What—first of all, he’s not my boyfriend,” you tried to clarify, sitting up almost instantly, “and second of all, it’s none of your business!”
Sohee just cackled, completely undeterred by your weak protest. “None of my business? Honey, when a guy who looks like that sneaks out of your room at the ass crack of dawn, it becomes my business. Our business actually.” She propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, now spill. Who initiated it? Was it him? I bet—”
“Get out!” You shoved at her shoulder, your face heating up with every passing second. You were grateful you were still covered by your blanket, because you knew you had nothing but a t-shirt on.
Just then, Yubin’s head popped into the doorway, her eyebrow raising at the commotion. “I’m assuming this is about Wonwoo, right?”
“See! Even Yubin wants to know about it!” Sohee squealed, her figure squirming on your bed.
“I never said that,” Yubin said as she stepped into the room. She leaned against your dresser, looking unimpressed by your weak attempt to hide under the covers. “Although… I’m glad y’all did that while we were away. I would have killed myself if I had been home when you... you know,” she vaguely gestured at you and the bed.
You felt your face heat up again at the implication. God, this was so embarrassing.
Yubin smirked, checking her watch. Her expression shifted as she realized the time. “Actually, as much as I want to bully you right now… I have to go. I’m going to be late for my shift.”
She walked over to your bed, reaching over to grab Sohee by the back of her hoodie and hauling her off your bed. “Come on, gossip girl. You’re taking me to work today, since you have so much energy.”
“Wait! No—I didn’t even get any juicy details!” Sohee wailed, her fingers clawing at your duvet as she was dragged toward the door.
“We’ll get our details later today, don’t you worry!” Yubin sang out, her voice getting further and further away with every step she took.
The click of the front door shutting was the sweetest sound you’d ever heard. Silence—beautiful silence. You flopped back onto your pillows, the mattress groaning in protest, and grabbed your phone one more time.
Wonwoo’s selfie was still open, his collar showing how carried away you got the night before. Though, you couldn’t deny that it was a nice sight to see—the evidence of your own hunger written on his skin. Your phone vibrated from another message.
www.onwoo: i’m still thinking about the sounds you made birdy.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
You stared at the screen, your thumb hovering over the keyboard while your heart pounded in your ears. Part of you wanted to throw the phone across the room and bury yourself under the covers for the rest of eternity. The other part—the one that always fought back—wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Because you knew very well that Wonwoo was feeling cocky from last night’s events.
you: i bet. although… isn’t it too early to be getting this worked up? i thought you were supposed to be at work…
The typing bubbles appeared almost instantly. He was definitely slacking off… or maybe he was on break? Doesn’t matter.
www.onwoo: i am but… i enjoy pissing you off even more <3 and what better way to spend my shift than bothering you? :D
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers were already flying across the screen before you could stop them.
you: ugh, go away.
www.onwoo: you’re cute. save some of that energy for sunday. i’m looking forward to our “study” date.
Sunday.
Right.
You’d almost forgotten about the study date in the wake of… everything else. But before you could worry about Sunday, you had to survive tomorrow night. You’re not even sure which day you were afraid of more… a frat party filled with strangers or being alone with Wonwoo for a whole afternoon. Shivers ran down your spine at the mere thought of it.
You didn’t reply to his last message. You couldn’t. Instead, you set your phone on your nightstand and stared back up at the ceiling.
Oh, what were you going to do?
It was 8:47pm and you were still in your sweatpants, sitting on the floor of your closet and contemplating whether you could just feign a sudden, violent illness. Food poisoning wouldn’t be too far of a reach… right?
The party was going to start soon but you took zero initiative to get ready and besides, who comes to a party on time?
Your phone buzzed on your dresser. You scrambled for it, stomach already twisting from the anxiety. It was Wonwoo. Again.
www.onwoo: thinking of you
And another message right after:
www.onwoo: my roommates are gonna be out for the night. place is empty yk… in case you wanted to get ahead on our project…
A shiver ran its way down your spine. It was a blatant invitation. An offer to continue where you left off, maybe even go further than last time. It was so, so tempting.
Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, ready to type ‘be there in ten’ when another notification slid onto your screen, effectively killing the mood.
hyunwoo: i’m sorry, but something came up and i can’t walk over with you. just meet me at the party? i’ll make sure to save you a drink ;)
You stared at your phone, mind torn by the messages.
On one hand, you had Wonwoo—the man who had spent the last twenty-four hours haunting your thoughts—essentially offering you a repeat of what you now considered the best night of your life. “Get ahead on our project” was the most blatant lie you’d ever heard, and yet, part of you wanted to believe it just so you had an excuse to go.
On the other hand, there was Hyunwoo. He was nice and all, but there wasn’t anything interesting about him aside from his looks. Though, his text felt like a cold splash of water. Meet me at the party? The idea of walking into a house full of sweaty, shouting strangers by yourself was enough to make you want to crawl deeper into your closet and never come out. That was a bit dramatic but you aren’t completely lying either, anything would be better than going to some frat party.
“Of course,” you muttered, leaning your head against your knees. “Of course he’s not coming with me.”
You looked back at Wonwoo’s messages. Oddly enough, they felt like a warm hand on the small of your back. It was intoxicating in a way. If you went to his place, you wouldn’t have to worry about the loud music or having to talk to strangers you would probably never see again. You’d just have him. Him and his very empty apartment.
You weren’t a flake. You had promised Hyunwoo you’d go, and if you bailed now to go “hang out” with Wonwoo, what would that make you?
A heavy sigh escaped you as you started to type.
you: as tempting as that sounds… i unfortunately have plans tonight :( nice try though
The bubbles appeared instantly. He had been waiting on your response.
www.onwoo: oh right. i forgot you had plans with… what’s his name?
you: hyunwoo.
www.onwoo: right. have fun with that. offer still stands though for when you get bored of him, because i know you will.
Your jaw dropped at the last message. A new wave of anxiety—or maybe excitement—ran through you.
What the actual fuck.
You didn’t want to leave him hanging so you made one final reply before you actually started getting ready for the party.
you: i’ll think about it. don’t get your hopes up though.
You didn’t wait for his reply, opting to put your phone back on the dresser. After a beat of pure silence, you finally stood up and looked at what clothes to wear for the night. Wearing something casual should be acceptable right? It’s not like you’re going there to impress anybody either…
Yeah, casual is definitely the way to go. Maybe put on a little bit of makeup and call it a day—or night, in this instance. Easy enough.
You pulled out a simple but cute outfit and tossed it onto your bed before checking the time.
8:54 pm.
Let’s just get this over with.
As you walked closer to the frat house, you noticed just how loud it was. The windows glowed with the colorful lights as music pulsed from the inside. You hesitated on the sidewalk, already feeling out of place.
On second thought…
No.
You should at least text Hyunwoo that you’re here before ditching so it looks like you put in some effort in trying to meet up with him. That shouldn’t be too hard.
you: i’m here. where are you?
A minute or so passed by before he answered with a short, “inside”.
Amazing.
Thankfully, the entrance was open enough for you to just squeeze right through, but now you were lost. The first floor was crowded to the point where you didn’t even know if the house could legally hold this many people all at once. This had to be some kind of fire hazard.
You wandered around the party like a ghost—spectating the rest of the party goers and seeing how much fun they were having.
Must be nice.
Another five minutes passed by and not a single text from Hyunwoo. What an asshole. And here you felt bad for having thought about ditching him for Wonwoo.
At least you had a good reason to leave now. It’s not like there was anything or anyone waiting for you here anyway.
The air inside the house felt thick and suffocating. Bodies brushed past you as you tried to push through the crowd. You could see why some people liked going to these parties though; it was a good way of distracting yourself for the time being, plus you know it would be more fun with friends.
As you made your way back to the front door, you felt a firm hand tug and pull you back into something hard. Startled, you turned around, irritated and ready to pull away—until your eyes landed on the familiar figure standing in front of you.
“Oh,” you stared at him, blinking once in surprise.
Wonwoo cocked his head toward you, a lopsided smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Of all people.
Your stomach twisted and your first instinct was to pull away, but his grip tightened—firm but not forceful. Just enough to stop you from running away. And also to stop you from crashing into the couple passing next to you.
“Leaving already?” His voice cut through the noise, steady despite the volume of the party. But his eyes… there was something unreadable about them. Something that made you nervous.
You shook your head, still reeling. “Yes—but what are you doing here?”
His brow lifted in amusement, like he’d just found a hidden treasure in a pile of junk. “I could ask you the same thing, Birdy.”
He took a small swig of his drink, eyes looking you up and down.
“I take it that these were your big plans with Hyunwoo?” He mused, voice low and playful. “You really chose a party over my empty apartment? I’m hurt, Birdy.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. The guilt was there, but the confusion was stronger.
“Wait, hold on,” you started, narrowing your eyes at him. You had to step closer to him, your chest practically brushing his bicep, just to be heard over the music. “You didn’t answer my question, why are you here? Last I remember, you said you were going to be home alone and yet… you’re here.”
Wonwoo let out a low huff. He finally let go of your wrist, slightly raising both hands in mock surrender, as he mouthed out a small ‘oops’.
“Well, since you insist,” he said, leaning down until his lips were mere inches away from your ear. The proximity made your stomach do a slow, dizzying roll, his cologne invading your senses. “Those were the original plans, yes, but the guys forced me to come out last minute. Apparently, they don’t trust me to stay awake on driver duty anymore.”
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his smirk widening. “I might have a small history of falling asleep while waiting for them. Mingyu and Seokmin had to walk back home once because I didn’t hear their calls. They won’t let me live it down.”
Your brain stalled, the names giving you whiplash. “Wait… Mingyu and Seokmin? You guys live together?” You nearly gasped, a surge of genuine excitement bubbling up—partly because you missed your old friends, and partly because you wanted to distract yourself from how good Wonwoo smelled.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours with a sudden, sharp intensity. “Why do you sound so excited about them, hm?”
“Ugh, it’s not like that you freak!” You said while giggling, reaching out to shove his chest. “I just haven’t seen them in so long, that’s all…”
Wonwoo’s tongue poked against the inside of his cheek. “Sure… if that’s what you’re choosing to go with.”
You rolled your eyes at his teasing.
He leaned away just a bit, getting a better look of your face. “Could’ve sworn you were just fine with me though.” His voice was smooth, but there was a slight edge to it, something annoyingly smug.
You wanted to say something back, anything, until you felt a few taps on your shoulder. You turned your head, ready to tell whoever it was that they had the wrong person, until you were met with two very familiar eyes looking back at you.
“I knew it was you!” Seokmin’s voice practically roared over the music. He looked a little broader than the last time you had seen him, but he still carried that boyish charm you loved him for. “What are you doing here? And when did you transfer? Because I knew you were at that college back home—”
“—Guys, do not drink from the blue punch bowl,” Mingyu’s voice rang out all of a sudden. “I swear I saw hair in it.” He stopped dead in tracks as soon as his gaze landed on you. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” you laughed, your voice straining to compete with the bass. Before you could say another word, Seokmin was pulling you into a massive, rib-crushing hug, lifting you clean off the floor.
“I told you!” Seokmin shrieked into your ear, ignoring Wonwoo’s wince. “I told Mingyu that I saw someone who looked exactly like you on the sidewalk, but he said I was imagining things because of how many shots I took earlier!”
Mingyu rolled his eyes as he quickly pulled you into another hug the moment Seokmin set you down. He looked over your shoulder at Wonwoo, his grin turning wicked. “So… what’s going between you two?”
You were quick to respond. “Nothing! We were just catching up, that’s all.”
Wonwoo hummed in agreement, smug at the way you had just lied to everyone's face.
Mingyu did one final look-over at you and Wonwoo, unconvinced by your quick response, though he wasn’t going to push. “…Sure.”
“Anyway!” Seokmin barked, clasping his hands together to break the weird air around the group. “Since we’re all together… why not get fucked up?”
He continued, practically vibrating with excitement. “We’re friends with the president so sometimes we have access to some of the better alcohol that they got here.”
“Dude, yes!” Mingyu cheered, grabbing your arm. “It’s been forever since we’ve hung out properly. We’re not letting you out of our sight tonight.” Seokmin joined in, linking his other arm through yours as they started to happily lead you towards the kitchen.
As the night went on, you continued drinking, laughing along with the guys—and Soonyoung, who had joined midway through a chaotic round of shots. The room buzzed with warmth and energy, your limbs feeling lighter with every sip of the spiked punch. You were midway through a messy round of beer pong, leaning over the table as you tried to get the perfect shot. Fortunately, you had been blessed with Mingyu being your teammate because you knew that out of the two of you—he was definitely carrying the team.
Somewhere between Soonyoung in dramatically reenacting a fight he definitely did not win and Seokmin insisting he could do a backflip—he absolutely could not—you felt a familiar presence settle beside you.
Wonwoo had been watching.
Even through the haze of alcohol, you could feel the weight of his gaze. Every time you stepped up to throw the plastic ball, his eyes lingered on the line of your back, the flush of your neck, and the way your hand was starting to shake a little more than normal.
While you pretended not to notice, your heart betrayed you by kicking up its pace every time you caught him staring, causing you to miss your shot entirely. Damn your heart for betraying you like this.
As you reached for the penalty cup, you felt a firm, cool hand close around yours.
“I think that’s enough for tonight.”
You blinked up at Wonwoo, your buzzed mind taking a second to process his words. “What?”
He gently pried the cup from your grasp, setting it back down on the table. He’d seen the way you had difficulty swallowing the last drink, your hand flying over to your mouth to suppress a gag as the burn of the alcohol hit you.
“No more drinks for you tonight,” he murmured, his voice low enough to stay between the two of you.
You pouted, tugging on his sleeve. “But I was having fun! We’re winning! Tell him, Mingyu!”
Mingyu, who was busy lining up his own shot, just laughed. “Actually… we’re down by four, and you just threw a shot straight at the floor. I think it might be time you call it a night.”
Soonyoung let out a dramatic gasp. “He’s cutting you off? That’s crazy. I’d never let a man control me like that.”
Seokmin nodded in agreement. “For real.”
You turned back to look at Wonwoo. “C’mon,” you slurred out, “I’m doing fine…”
Seokmin just snorted, waving a dismissive hand. “Girl, just let your boyfriend take care of your ass.”
You gasped. “He’s not my—”
Before you could find a comeback, Wonwoo’s hand was tugging at yours. His head nodded in the direction toward the front door.
Mingyu wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh~” He sang. “Alone time?”
Wonwoo rolled his eyes but didn’t bother responding. Instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist and led you out of the kitchen, your steps slightly faltering as you followed him.
“Have fun you lovebirds~” Soonyoung cooed out from a distance.
You barely noticed the cold air hitting your skin when he finally brought you outside. The music was muffled now, the party still raging on without you.
Wonwoo glanced at you. “Better?”
You hummed, stretching your arms out before immediately wrapping them around his neck. “Much better.”
He scoffed but didn’t pull away. Instead, he let you cling to him, his grip on your waist tightening for just a second before loosening again.
“You’re clingy tonight,” he muttered.
You nuzzled into his chest, voice soft. “And you’re nice.”
Wonwoo froze.
“…Nice?”
You nodded. “You’re taking care of me when you technically don’t have to.”
For a moment, he said nothing, choosing to only hum in response. Then, his hand brushed over your lower back—he was warm.
You swayed slightly, clinging onto Wonwoo as the cool night air wrapped around you. The quiet outside was a stark contrast to the chaos inside, but you found that you didn’t mind—it was nice like this. Just you and him.
Your stomach fluttered, and for a moment, you thought it was from the way Wonwoo had been looking at you all night. Or how his hands steadied against your waist whenever you stumbled. But then, the sensation twisted, turning unpleasant, and you realized with panic that those weren’t butterflies.
You quickly let go of Wonwoo as your vision tilted slightly.
Wonwoo frowned. “You okay?”
You swallowed thickly, nodding way too fast. “Yeah. I just—” You opened your mouth to continue, but the moment you did, the nausea slammed into you full force.
Your eyes widened. “Oh no.”
He tensed at that.
Without saying another word, you yanked yourself from his hold and lunged toward the bushes nearby, emptying the contents of your stomach.
Wonwoo was at your side in an instant, pulling your hair back as he crouched next to you. “God, I told you that was enough,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as you heaved, whispering soft reassurances. “Just let it all out. You’ll feel better.”
You groaned, resting your forehead against your arm when you finally finished. “I want to die.”
Wonwoo snorted but didn’t stop his soothing motions. “You’ll be fine,” he murmured, voice softer now.
You weren’t sure how long you sat there, hunched over the bushes with Wonwoo’s steady hand rubbing slow, soothing circles along your back. The worst of the nausea had finally passed, leaving you drained and a little too aware of the fact that Wonwoo had just witnessed you at your absolute lowest.
You wiped your mouth before shooting him a weak glare. “Don’t look at me.”
“I literally just watched you throw up, I think the damage is already done, Birdy.” His smirk was downright smug as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
You shoved your face into your hands. “I’m never drinking again.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mused, patting your back. “You and everyone else who’s ever thrown up at a party.”
You groaned again, this time in embarrassment rather than nausea. “I hate this.”
Wonwoo hummed, lightly patting your back. “Could be worse.”
You turned your head just enough to glare at him. “How?”
He smirked, leaning a little closer. “Could’ve thrown up on me.”
Despite your current state, a laugh bubbled up from your chest. “Don’t jinx it.”
Wonwoo let you rest against him for a little while, his hand warm and steady on your knee. Eventually he sighed, shifting slightly. “Alright, come on,” he murmured. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
You groaned, but didn’t resist as he helped you up, his hands firm on your waist to steady you. The ground felt a little uneven beneath your feet, but Wonwoo was there, keeping you upright.
“Ugh,” you whined as you wiped at your mouth again. “I feel disgusting.”
“You look the part, too,” he deadpanned, but the teasing glint in his eyes softened the jab.
You smacked his arm weakly, pouting. “I take back what I said, you’re not nice.”
The moment you stepped inside, the heat and noise of the party hit you full force again. The contrast was disorienting, and you clutched at Wonwoo’s arm instinctively. He glanced down at you, a little amused, but didn’t say anything as he led you through the crowd.
“Bathroom,” you mumbled, blinking up at him. “Where..?”
“I got it,” he assured, steering you toward the hallway. You were grateful he seemed to know his way around, because the last thing you wanted was to stumble around like a lost idiot in front of a bunch of drunk strangers.
Once you reached the bathroom, Wonwoo knocked once before opening the door and peeking inside. “All clear,” he said, holding it open for you.
You let out a relieved sigh and stepped in. “Give me like, two minutes.”
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Take your time.”
You shot him a suspicious look. “You’re waiting?”
Wonwoo shrugged. “Yeah, just in case you pass out and drown in the sink.”
You squinted at him, holding onto the bathroom door for stability. “…I don’t know if that’s sweet or offensive.”
He smirked. “A little bit of both.”
Rolling your eyes, you shut the door and turned to the dirty mirror in front of you, groaning at your reflection. You looked as bad as you felt—your lipstick smudged, your hair slightly out of place, and your skin a little too flushed. You did your best to clean up, wiping areas where your makeup had smudged as well as rinsing your mouth out.
When you finally stepped back outside, Wonwoo was still waiting, just as he said he would. His eyes scanned you briefly before he nodded in approval. “Better.”
“I was going to say thanks,” you grumbled, weakly shoving at his chest, “but now I’m rethinking it.”
He caught your wrist before you could fully pull away, his thumb brushing against your pulse point. He didn’t let go, instead stepping into your space to shield you from the rest of the party-goers. “You should say it,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “Seeing as I’m the only reason you didn’t end up face-down in the grass.”
Your breath hitched, heart stuttering in your chest. Damn him, because he knew what he was doing—knew how easily he could get under your skin.
Instead of giving him the satisfaction, you huffed, yanking your wrist free. “Let’s go find the guys before I decide to ditch you.”
Wonwoo sighed, but his gaze softened as he watched you sway. “Actually… I think you should wait outside. Staying in here with this heat and the bass is only going to make you feel worse. I’ll grab the guys so we can finally get out of here.”
You gave a sleepy, miserable nod. After hurling your guts out, the idea of going back outside didn’t sound so bad. “Okay,” you murmured, already turning toward the exit.
The night breeze was a blessing. You found a sturdy tree-swing a few yards away from the porch, the thick rope creaking softly as you sat down. You had seen it when you first came to the house, you were just happy to find a place to sit while you waited on Wonwoo. You closed your eyes, leaning your head against the rope, letting the cool breeze settle your nausea just a bit. For a brief moment, it was peaceful—until you heard the crunch of gravel behind you.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who’s voice it was. When you finally did, you saw him standing there with a solo cup and a weak, unsettling smile.
“Sorry I didn’t reply to your texts,” he said, his tone dripping with fake sincerity. “I got caught up in something… really important. I hope you understand.”
Even through the hazy, alcohol-induced fog clouding your brain, his condescending tone was crystal clear. You looked up at him, at the stupid apologetic expression on his face, and something inside you snapped.
“Important, huh?” You huffed, a surge of cold irritation cutting through your nausea. “Save it, Hyunwoo. Honestly, just fuck off already. I shouldn’t have bothered coming here in the first place, you wasted my time by making me wait for you.”
Hyunwoo’s face hardened instantly. “Fuck off? That’s rich coming from you.” He stepped closer, his shadow looming over you. “Looks like you still found a way to have a good time without me, didn’t you? I saw you with that group of guys inside. You seemed pretty cozy for someone who was ‘waiting’ for me.”
“What was I supposed to do? Stand at the door like a dog?” you snapped, your grip tightening on the swing rope. “Plus, I don’t owe you any explanation after you ditched me.”
“Oh, please,” Hyunwoo scoffed, stepping dangerously close. “Don’t act all high and mighty. Not everything revolves around you, okay? I’m allowed to do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Then why the hell would you invite someone to a party just to ditch them?” you challenged, trying to stand up, but the swing wobbled unreliably. “Just back off, Hyunwoo. I mean it.”
He didn’t move away. Instead, he stepped closer. His hand reached out to grab the swing’s rope to keep you in place. A cold spike of panic flared in your chest. The two of you were alone outside, and you were in no condition to defend yourself if things got nasty.
A hand clamped onto Hyunwoo’s shoulder, and with one sharp, controlled burst of strength, Wonwoo shaved him back. Hyunwoo stumbled over his own feet, nearly hitting the dirt before he regained his balance.
“What the fuck?” Hyunwoo barked out, irritation running through his face.
He straightened up a bit, face painted with a kind of red that only embarrassment can bring. “What the hell is your problem—”
His voice cut off the moment he looked past Wonwoo. Standing right behind him were Mingyu, Seokmin, and Soonyoung. They weren’t making a scene, but their presence alone was a wall of witnesses he wouldn’t be able to ignore. Hyunwoo glanced back over to where you were sitting, and realized that there was no way he was going to win this.
With an unhappy, bitter sigh, he muttered a curse and headed back toward the house.
The silence that followed was heavy until Seokmin stepped forward. His voice was gentle, a tone he reserved for more serious situations. “Hey… you okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?” He asked as he held his hand out to you, letting you use him to get off the swing.
“I’m fine,” you whispered, finally letting out the breath you’d been holding. “Just… ready to go home now.”
The walk to the car was a blur. Wonwoo kept his hand on the small of your back the entire time, guiding you towards the car. He pulled the front passenger door open for you, helping you settle into the seat.
‘Wai—Hey!” Mingyu whined as he climbed into the back, mushed between Seokmin and Soonyoung. “Why am I being put in the back of my own car? This isn’t fair—”
“Stop whining,” Wonwoo muttered as he situated himself in the driver’s seat. “I’m not putting her in the back with you idiots, so just deal with it.”
The others just laughed, already half-asleep or distracted by their phones, while Mingyu continued to grumble about how “cramped” it was in the back.
You looked over at Wonwoo, whose attention was on the road. You could tell he was still bothered by the confrontation from earlier and despite how shitty you felt at the moment, you managed to mutter a small ‘thank you’ to him before succumbing to the exhaustion from the night.
You weren’t sure when your eyes fully closed. Only when you opened them again, everything was different.
The muffled bass of the party was gone, replaced by the distant hum of a car engine. Street lights flickered past, casting faint glows through the window. You stirred slightly, feeling the seatbelt strap pressing against your chest and the steady warmth of a hand on your thigh.
How the hell did you get here?
You blinked sluggishly, trying to piece together how you got here, but your thoughts were too foggy to hold onto. The only thing that registered was the low voice beside you.
“Almost home,” the familiar voice muttered.
Your lips parted, but no words came out. The smooth vibration from the car almost effectively lulling you back to sleep.
Well, that was… until the car suddenly stopped.
It felt like mere seconds later when you heard the faint click of the doors unlocking, the abrupt noise pulling you further away from the haze of sleep.The guys all sluggishly slipped out of the backseat one by one. Mingyu even managed to bump his head as he slid out of the car, only for it to be followed with an almost silent cry.
And without much thought, you followed along. Well, at least tried to.
“Where are you going?” Wonwoo caught your hand before you were able to fully unbuckle yourself from the passenger’s seat.
“…Inside?” You lazily gestured towards the direction the guys were heading to.
Wonwoo looked at you skeptically. “You don’t want me to drop you off at your place?”
You shook your head.
“Are you sure?”
You scoffed at his apprehension. It was cute, but you needed to crawl into a bed right now. It didn’t matter whose bed it was.
“Wonwoo,” you sighed out, “I’m completely sure, I mean we even slept—”
“—Okay, I get it.” He muttered as he shut the car off, grumbling to you about staying in your seat.
A moment later you felt a huge gust of cold air rush right past you as soon as Wonwoo opened your door.
“Wow, you’re such a gentleman, Woo,” You annoyingly batted your eyelashes at him.
He only rolled his eyes at your teasing, and yet, he still held his hand out for you. And when you interlaced your fingers with his—they were warm and stable.
The walk to his place was rather short but, with the way your head was still reeling from tonight’s decisions… yeah, you needed to lie down like right now.
By the time you reached his unit, a giggle escaped you—Mingyu, Seokmin, and Soonyoung were slouched against the door like a group of wasted zombies who’d completely forgotten how to function. Wonwoo let out a long, tired sigh beside you—one that very clearly said “I cannot believe these idiots couldn’t open the door.”
“Finally,” Seokmin groaned at the sight of Wonwoo, “we thought we were going to be out here all night!”
The moment Wonwoo pushed the door open, Mingyu, Seokmin, and Soonyoung shoved past him like they had just escaped a war zone. Shoes were kicked off haphazardly, jackets flung over furniture, and Seokmin collapsed face-first onto the couch with another dramatic groan.
You followed much slower, still groggy but steadily sobering up with each passing second. The cool night air had cleared some of the fog in your mind, and now, as you stepped inside, you took in your surroundings with some clarity. The apartment was surprisingly clean for three guys living together. Warm lighting softened the space, posters lined the walls, and the open layout of the living room and kitchen made it feel cozy.
But what caught your attention wasn’t the apartment itself.
It was the sleek black cat perched on top of the couch, staring at you with piercing green eyes.
“Oh,” you mumbled, blinking at the pretty kitty. “Who has a cat?”
Wonwoo barely had time to answer before the cat gracefully hopped down and strutted toward you. She sniffed at your leg, tail flicking, before rubbing against you as if claiming you as her own.
Your mind sharpened a little more as you crouched down, fingers threading through her sleek fur.
“Looks like Gigi likes you,” Wonwoo observed, sounding mildly impressed.
You grinned, crouching down to scratch behind her ears. “She’s so pretty.”
“She’s evil,” Seokmin muttered from the couch. “Don’t let her fool you.”
“She’s just selective,” Wonwoo defended, watching as you scratched under his cat’s chin.
You glanced up at him with a tired, playful smile. “So, does this mean I’m special?”
Wonwoo met your gaze, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. “Maybe.”
Gigi curled around your legs, tail flicking against your calf as you stroked her sleek fur, her purring loud despite the lingering noise from the rest of the apartment.
The guys had mostly settled in by now—Mingyu had disappeared into his room without a word, Seokmin was sprawled across the couch as if someone had thrown him on there, and Soonyoung was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, mumbling something about needing a “midnight recovery snack.”
You were still feeling a little groggy, the weight of exhaustion clinging to you like a thick blanket, but you were awake enough now to register the warmth of the apartment.
The scent of something warm and herbal caught your attention. You turned your head to see Wonwoo setting a mug on the kitchen counter, the steam curling up into the air.
“Why did you make tea?” you asked, blinking in mild disbelief.
Wonwoo scoffed, barely sparing you a glance as he leaned against the counter. “You literally threw up earlier.”
Seokmin mumbled something incoherent, face half-buried into the couch cushion. Then, with a sleepy grin, he added, “what a simp.”
Wonwoo narrowed his eyes. “Shut up.”
But Seokmin wasn’t done. “Nah, for real, if this were any of us, he would’ve let us rot.”
“It’s true,” Soonyoung chimed in from the fridge, voice muffled as he dug around for god-knows-what. “Where was this energy when I had food poisoning, huh?”
“You got food poisoning because you ate gas station sushi,” Wonwoo said flatly.
“And yet, I still deserved some love and compassion!” Soonyoung shot back before popping a random grape into his mouth.
You snorted, turning your attention back to the tea.
The mug was warm in your hands as you lifted it to your lips, letting the honeyed sweetness settle on your tongue.
“Good?” Wonwoo asked, watching you carefully.
You hummed in approval after taking a sip of the tea, then smirked as an idea popped into your head. “Wonwoo… are you actually taking care of me, or are you trying to get me into your bed faster?”
A beat passed.
One of the guys groaned in disgust.
Wonwoo exhaled sharply. Instead of arguing, he simply turned on his heel and walked toward his room, mumbling something about getting changed as he disappeared inside.
You grinned at his retreating figure, taking another slow sip of your tea. This was fun.
A few minutes later, when he reemerged from his room, you nearly choked on your tea.
Gone was the slightly rumpled party outfit. Now, Wonwoo stood in the doorway wearing a t-shirt and loose gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
But it wasn’t just that.
It was the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the way his hair fell slightly messier than usual, giving him an effortlessly good look that had no business being this hot.
You weren’t sure why, but something about it made your stomach flip—in a good way this time.
Wonwoo barely spared you a glance as he walked over, dropping a small bundle of clothes directly over your lap. “Here.”
You blinked.
“Wow,” you muttered, staring down at the clothes on your lap. “Romance really is alive.”
Wonwoo ignored your sarcasm, reaching out to tug at your free hand. “Come on.”
You frowned in exaggerated confusion, refusing to budge. “Where are we going?”
“To my room.” He deadpanned.
“Oh?” You grinned, cocking your head.
His grip tightened slightly before he rolled his eyes, the tips of his ears noticeably pink. “You’re annoying.”
You cackled as he pulled you along, barely giving you a chance to set your almost-empty mug down before he dragged you into his room, shutting the door behind you.
The second you stepped into Wonwoo’s room you took a moment to glance around the space, taking in the surprisingly neat setup.
A sleek desk sat against the far wall, cluttered with books, a gaming setup and what looked like a few scattered notes from class. His bed had dark satin sheets that looked way too inviting after the night you had. Small posters of old movies and bands were pinned up, giving the space a bit of personality.
Your gaze flicked back to him, standing near his dresser, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“You have a nice room,” you mused, stepping further inside, tossing the clothes he had given to you on his bed. “Kind of expected it to be messier, though.”
Wonwoo scoffed. “Sorry to disappoint.”
You took one last glance around his room, eyes lingering on him just a second longer than necessary, before lifting your shirt up over your chest.
You didn’t really bother asking.
The shirt finally slipped over your head, followed by the rest of your clothes. You changed right in front of Wonwoo, your movements uncoordinated and sluggish—his eyes practically widened at the sight.
“…Seriously?” he muttered, ears already burning.
“Relax,” you said with ease, “I think we’re a bit past that point, don’t you think?”
You stepped into the sweatpants, lightly swaying as you attempted to straighten your legs out, one hand bracing against his bed.
And despite the exasperation in his voice, you knew that he wasn’t actually bothered by any of it, especially when his hand instinctively reached out to hold you steady as you changed.
Wonwoo only shook his head, a small smile tugging on his lips as he watched you finally stand still. Dealing with you while you were drunk was definitely a hassle, but as he watched your eyelids start to droop again with that same sleepy expression from the car ride, he knew he didn’t really mind taking care of you.
Despite the sleep pulling at you, a different need started to surface. You’d thrown up earlier at the party, a fact you were trying very hard to forget already, but the way your makeup was sitting on your face was suddenly unbearable. “Woo,” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
He hummed in response behind you, hands still holding onto your wavering figure.
“I need to… stuff,” you said, gesturing vaguely at your face. “Do you have a spare toothbrush or something? I feel so gross.”
He sighed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. “I’ll see what we have in the closet. Try not to fall.”
He disappeared out the door, leaving you to sit on the edge of his mattress fighting the urge to lay down and burrow yourself into his sheets. He was back a minute later, holding up a spare toothbrush still in its packaging and a small packet of makeup wipes.
You raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Wow, Wonwoo. Prepared for any late-night guests, are we?”
He rolled his eyes, tossing the items onto the bed next to you. “Don’t get any ideas. They’re probably from one of Seokmin or Mingyu’s… visits. I’m not the only one who lives here, you know.”
“Right… right…” you grinned, grabbing the stuff and hauling yourself from the bed. “Blame it on the roommates.”
When you returned from the bathroom, face clean and teeth brushed,Wonwoo was already in bed, propped up against the headboard. He looked devastatingly hot, especially with the way his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. The soft glow of the tv illuminated the room, playing some old cartoon from when you were kids. He turned the volume down low.
“Background noise,” he explained when you finally slid into the covers. “Helps me sleep.”
You hummed in response, snuggling into his side. The warmth of his body, the low drone of the tv, the comfort of the bed, it was perfect.
Though, the alcohol that still remained in your system had other ideas. You shifted closer to him than necessary, pressing a small kiss to the side of his neck, your hand trailing down his chest.
“You know,” you whispered, voice low and suggestive, “I know what we can do to sleep real good tonight.”
Wonwoo let out a long, tired groan, catching your wandering hand before it could go any further. “Nope,” he said, voice firm but gentle. “You’re drunk. Go to sleep.”
You pouted, pulling your hand back with a huff. “You’re no fun.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, wrapping an arm around you anyway, pulling you closer. “Now sleep.”
You grumbled but still settled against him, the rise and fall of his chest effectively lulling you into a deep sleep.
You woke up a few hours later. The room was still cast in the flickering light of the tv. Some late-night infomercial was playing, though you couldn’t really hear much of what was being said. A glance at your phone on the nightstand told you it was a little after three.
And you desperately had to pee.
This was horrible. The bed was a perfect cocoon of warmth, Wonwoo practically turned into your personal human radiator by this point. Leaving seemed like an impossible task, but you had to go. With a quiet sigh, you started to carefully extract yourself from his limbs.
The moment you moved, he stirred. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him. “No,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “Stay.”
“I have to pee,” you whispered, trying to wiggle free from his grasp.
“Don’t go,” he whined, burying his face in your hair. “It’s gonna be so cold without you.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his clinginess. “I’ll be right back. Two minutes, I promise.”
He grumbled in protest but finally loosened his grip enough for you to slip away. True to your word, you were back in under two minutes, slipping into the now cold spot beside him.
He immediately wrapped himself around you again. “Took you forever,” he complained into your shoulder. “I almost froze to death.”
“Oh, you’re such a big baby,” you teased, turning in his arms to face him. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Better now?”
He hummed in approval, his eyes still closed. But the kiss… combined with the close proximity reignited the heat from earlier. The sleepy haze in your mind lifted just enough for that familiar, throbbing ache to return.
“I can think of an even better way to get warm…” you murmured against his mouth, pressing your hips against his.
Wonwoo’s eyes flew open once he sensed where this was going, letting out a pained groan in the process. “Are you serious? Go back to sleep you fiend.”
You giggled at his reaction.
Eventually, you both dozed off once again.
The next time you woke up, the pale gray light of the early morning was beginning to filter through the curtains. The tv was off this time, leaving the room in a heavy, ringing silence. You squinted, a dull, rhythmic throb behind your eyes reminding you of how much you drank the night before.
Wonwoo had spent a good portion of the night making sure you stayed somewhat hydrated and alive, but the hangover was still there which was annoying but deserved.
You glanced over at your phone for the time, it was seven in the morning. But that wasn’t what had gotten your attention originally.
It was the way something hard was pressing up against your ass.
A slow, wicked grin spread across your face, momentarily distracting you from the headache. Wonwoo was still fast asleep, his breathing deep and even. You shifted back ever so slightly, experimentally pressing your hips against him. He stirred in his sleep, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his arm around your waist instinctively pulled you closer to him.
This was just too good to ignore.
You began to move again, a slow, deliberate grind against his length. You kept the movements small and subtle, just enough to provide a delicious amount of friction. He started to stir more, hips beginning to move unconsciously, meeting your slow rhythm. A low groan rumbled from his chest. This went on for a few blissful minutes until, with a sharp inhale, he woke up completely.
His hand stopped your hips from moving any further. “You’re actually evil,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep and arousal.
You rolled over to face him, a triumphant smirk on your face. “Morning to you, too. Seems like someone’s happy to see me.”
He glared at you, but there was no real heat behind it.”You’ve been like this all night. Aren’t you tired?”
“Nope,” you lied, emphasizing the ‘p’. You trailed your finger down his chest, leaning in close to his ear. “Though… I do think I’m sober enough for you to fuck me now.”
A shiver ran through him, and he closed his eyes for a good second, as if gathering up all his strength. “You’re so annoying.”
“Hey, that’s my line,” you shot back, leaning in to kiss him this time. He kissed you back, a deep, hungry kiss.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing heavily. “I’m not kidding,” you said impatiently. “I’ve been wanting this ever since I saw you in those stupid glasses.”
“Fuck,” he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I know. But I’m not going to rush this just because you’re being impatient.” He pushed you gently onto your back, hovering over you now. The shift in position made your head throb once, but the way his weight was settling between your thighs seemed to distract you from the discomfort. “I’m gonna take my sweet time with you, Birdy.”
You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. “But I’m ready, Woo, please…”
He chuckled. “Oh, I know you think you are,” he murmured, fingers hooking into the waistband of your sweatpants. “But first, I want another taste.”
He didn’t wait for a response, slowly tugging the fabric down your legs and tossing them on the floor. He settled between your now bare thighs, his gaze dark and hungry.
He pushed your thighs further apart, settled between them, and then his mouth was on you. He started off strong, his tongue flat and firm against your clit, licking a broad, devastating stripe that made your back arch off the bed. You gasped, your hands flying straight to his hair. He wasn’t gentle; he was savoring you, his movements precise and punishing. It was exactly what you deserved for not shutting up all night.
He brought one hand up, pressing it firmly on your lower abdomen, holding you down against the bed. The pressure was intoxicating, grounding the floaty, hungover feeling in your head and concentrating everything right where he wanted it. You could feel your release building up, tight and hot.
His speed picked up, his tongue flicking rapidly against your most sensitive spot. Your legs started to shake, your thighs trying to close around his head from the overwhelming stimulation. He grunted in frustration, using his free hand to forcefully pry your legs open, holding them wide open.
In the middle of it all, right when you felt like you were on the edge of seeing stars, he reached up to where your hands were and laced his fingers with yours. It was such an intimate gesture, a stark contrast to the overwhelming pleasure he was making you feel.
“Wonwoo… I’m… I’m gonna…” you gasped, your fingers tightening around his.
And then… he stopped.
He pulled his mouth away completely, lifting his head. The sudden absence of stimulation was a physical shock, a cold wave crashing over you. Your eyes flew open, and you stared down at him in disbelief. “What…?” you breathed, your body still humming with pleasure that now had nowhere to go.
He just looked up at you, a dark, knowing smirk on his glistening lips. He said nothing. He just watched you as your orgasm receded, leaving behind a hollow, desperate ache.
A frustrated whimper escaped your throat, and to your utter mortification, your eyes started to sting. “You… you can’t be serious,” you choked out, a tear slipping from the corner of your eye and tracing a path down your temple. “Why would you do that?”
He finally moved, but not to resume. He shifted up, his fingers replacing his tongue as he slowly, deliberately pushed one inside you. Your body clenched around the intrusion, a desperate attempt to find friction. “Because,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he began to slowly pump his finger, “you spent all night teasing me. I feel like it’s only fair that you go through what I felt all night.”
You rolled your eyes in irritation, dropping your head back onto the pillow. “It’s not the same! I at—”
He cut you off, shifting up your body in one swift motion and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was demanding, his way of telling you to shut up without needing to actually say anything. You could taste yourself on his tongue, a heady reminder of where he had just been. He kissed you until your frustration melted away into a desperate, pliant need, only then did he pull back and move back between your legs.
He added a second finger, stretching you further, scissoring them inside you. The stretch was a dull, pleasant ache, but it wasn’t enough. It was a cruel parody of what you actually needed. “Please, Wonwoo,” you whined, grinding your hips down onto his hand. “Please, let me cum.”
“Not yet,” he said simply, adding a third finger. The stretch was now significant, a burning sensation that mingled with the desperate need. He was opening you up, preparing you, and the thought of what he was preparing you for made you even wetter. He leaned back down, and you thought he was finally going to let you have it, but instead, he just blew a cool stream of air over your clit, making you jolt.
He went back to work, a devastating combination of his fingers curling inside you, pressing against that spot that made you see white, and his tongue returning to your clit with maddeningly light flicks. It was a relentless, calculated assault. The tension built again, even stronger this time. You were so close, the pleasure so sharp it was almost painful. You tried to stay quiet, remembering his roommates, but a choked moan escaped your lips. You grabbed a pillow from beside you and pressed it over your face, muffling the cries you couldn’t hold back.
In a flash, Wonwoo’s free hand ripped the pillow away. “No,” he asserted, his voice firm. “I want to hear you. I want to hear you cry for me.”
The vulnerability of being so completely exposed, of having no choice but to let him hear every sound he pulled from you, sent you spiraling. The pressure inside you peaked, your vision going white, your body tensing as you finally, finally hurtled towards the edge.
And he stopped again.
He pulled his fingers out and lifted his head, leaving you empty and trembling. A sob of pure frustration tore from your throat. This time, you couldn’t stop the tears. They flowed freely now, hot tracks of desperation on your face.
“You’re an asshole,” you cried, your voice cracking.
He laughed, a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through you. He hovered over you, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “I told you. Payback.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “How does it feel, Birdy? To be so desperate but not be able to do anything about it?”
That was it. That was the breaking point. The playful teasing, the edging, the frustration—it all fused into a single, burning need. You were done playing games.
You used every ounce of strength you had to shove him, surprising him enough that he rolled onto his back. You scrambled over him, straddling his waist, hair a wild mess around your face.
“I’m done,” you panted, hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants. “I’m done with your stupid torture. I need you inside me. Now.”
You yanked his sweatpants and boxers down in one rough motion, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard against his stomach. He was leaking precum, the tip flushed a deep, angry red. He was so ready for you, and it only fueled your desperation.
You started to sink down onto him, but his hands shot out, gripping your hips and stopping you. “Wait,” he breathed, his eyes wide. “Raw? Are you sure?”
“I don’t care,” you said instantly, your voice ragged. “Are you clean?”
He stared up at you, his chest heaving, his eyes searching yours. He saw the raw, unfiltered need there, and something in him snapped. “Yes,” he rasped. “I’m clean.”
“Then shut up,” you ordered, and you sank down onto him.
The stretch burned in the most exquisite way, a deep, full pressure that stole your breath. He was bigger than you anticipated, and the feeling of him filling you so completely was overwhelming. You took it slow, your body adjusting inch by inch until he was fully seated inside you. You collapsed forward, your forehead resting on his chest, your body trembling.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained, his hands stroking your back soothingly.
You took a deep breath, then pushed yourself up, a slow, wicked grin spreading across your face. You smacked his chest, right over his heart.
“You’re so big,” you said with awe.
You looked down between your bodies, where you were joined, and saw the mess of pre-cum on his stomach. “And look at you,” you teased, rocking your hips experimentally. “You’re all worked up from just eating me out…”
He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. “Fuck, can you please move?”
You hummed while you pretended to think about his request. “Only if you take your shirt off.”
Wonwoo sighed in annoyance, briskly shifting his torso upward to pull his shirt over his head in one fluid motion before reaching out to tug firmly on the hem of yours. You huffed in amusement before pulling the fabric over your head. Wonwoo’s gaze immediately zeroed in on your chest, muttering out a low ‘fuck’ at the sight in front of him.
Pleased with his obedience, you started to move. It was slow at first, a deliberate roll of your hips that had you both gasping. You found a rhythm, increasing your speed, your hands braced on his chest. The feeling was heavenly, the drag of him inside you hitting all the right spots. Wonwoo’s hands were everywhere, roaming up your back, tangling in your hair, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and making you cry out.
He was getting vocal, low groans and curses spilling from his lips as you bounced on his cock. He was completely gone, lost in the pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. He looked utterly fucked out.
The sight sent a jolt through you, making your pussy gripped his cock tighter. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lifted his hips up to meet each one of your vile bounces. But the relentless pace was starting to take its toll on your energy—your thighs were burning, your movements were becoming sloppy.
Wonwoo sensed it immediately.
In one smooth, powerful motion, he sat up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight bear hug—pulling you flush against his chest. Your movements faltered as you collapsed against him, panting. He held you for a split second, face buried in your neck, and then he planted his feet firmly on the bed.
He started fucking up into you with a force you’ve never experienced before. The new angle was devastating. He was hitting deeper, harder, his hips snapping up with a brutal rhythm. All you could do was hold on, your arms wrapping around his neck as your body was completely overwhelmed by his.
The headboard slammed against the wall with a rhythmic, damning thud. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your combined moans and groans. There was no way the others couldn’t hear you but Wonwoo didn’t seem to care. He’d heard Mingyu and Seokmin enough times. It was his turn if anything.
One of his hands left your waist, sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. His other hand roamed lower, gripping your ass possessively before he delivered a sharp, stinging smack. The sound echoed in the room, and the jolt of pain turned pleasure that shot through you made your pussy clench around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Wonwoo did it again, harder this time, leaving a warm, tingling imprint on your skin. “You like that, don’t you, Birdy?”
You could only moan in response, your mind going blank as he shifted his grip. His hand moved from your ass to your chest, groping your breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple between them. He pinched hard, sending a sharp jolt straight to your clit. He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive area between your neck and shoulder—not kissing—but biting you. He was leaving his claim all over your body, and the possessiveness of it all sent you spiraling.
You were completely at his mercy, he held you tight in his embrace as he chased your high. The coil in your stomach tightened to an impossible degree, the pleasure so sharp and intense it was almost blinding. “Won— I’m—” you choked out, nails digging into his shoulders.
Wonwoo could only grunt in response, as he continued to buck up into your heat. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your entire body convulsed, your pussy clamping down around his cock as waves of pleasure wash over you. Despite your overstimulated cries, he continued to fuck you through your orgasm—hips never faltering.
He followed you over the edge a moment later with a guttural groan, burying himself deep inside you as he came, his warmth flooding all of your senses. He stilled, his body a heavy, comforting weight against yours as you both struggled to catch your breath.
“You okay?” He asked as he stroked your arm in soothing circles. You could only nod in response, your mind was still reeling from all the pleasure.
For a moment, you just stayed like that, a tangled, sweaty heap. But it didn’t last long before he was moving again, his energy seemingly endless. In one fluid motion, he pulled out and flipped you over with surprising strength. He grabbed your hips, pulling your ass up until you were on your knees, face down into his pillows.
You barely had a second to process the new position before he was slamming back into you, the new position hitting a devastating angle.
He just chuckled. “What’s wrong, Birdy?” he taunted, his hips starting a new rhythm. “You were so desperate for me earlier, begging me to fuck you. Are you gonna tap out on me after just one round?”
You wanted to snap back, tell him to go to hell, but you couldn’t form a single coherent though. All you could do was feel the way he was filling you up again.
He set a harsh pace, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave bruises. It wasn’t long before you both reached the edge again, bodies still feeling the effects of the last round. He reached over, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles. That was all you needed. Your orgasm crashed over you again, a blinding all-consuming release that had you crying out his name. Your walls clenched around him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own end.
He came with a raspy groan as he buried himself deep inside you. You felt the hot spurts of his release and you instinctively pushed back against him—milking him of what was left. After a beat or so, Wonwoo let himself fall on top of you, the sensitivity finally hitting him.
For a long moment, you just lay there, feeling the pleasant, bone-deep ache in your muscles and the comforting weight of him still inside you. You could feel his heartbeat, a wild thrum against your back, slowly beginning to calm.
He started to shift, preparing to pull out, but you panicked, your hand shooting back to grab his hip, holding him in place. “No,” you breathed, the word muffled by the pillow. “Don’t. Not yet.”
He stilled, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade. “Okay,” he murmured, his voice a low, raspy vibration against your skin. “I won’t.”
You weren’t ready for it to be over. For the connection to be broken. The thought of him leaving you empty now was unbearable. You needed a minute, just one more minute, to memorize the feeling of being this full, this connected.
But as your breathing evened out and the post-orgasmic haze settled, a new awareness crept in. The sticky mess between your thighs, the sweat cooling on your skin, the lingering taste of him in your mouth. It was glorious, but it was also gross.
“We need a shower,” you mumbled into the pillow.
Wonwoo let out a weak, breathy laugh. “Yeah,” he agreed, but he made no move to get up. “In a minute.”
That minute stretched into two, then five. You were drifting in a state of blissful exhaustion, halfway to sleep, when you felt it. A slow, deliberate roll of Wonwoo’s hips against your ass. He was still inside you, and he was getting hard again.
Your eyes fluttered open. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you whispered, a disbelieving laugh escaping you.
He chuckled, his lips tracing the line of your spine. “Why are you surprised?" he murmured, his voice already thick with renewed desire. “You’re the one that asked me to stay inside of you.”
He rolled his hips again, a slow, deep grind that had you gasping. It was a lazy, possessive movement, a stark contrast to the frantic pace from before.
“Again?” you asked, your voice laced with awe and a burgeoning excitement. You were sore but your body was already responding to his lazy thrusts, a familiar heat blooming low in your belly.
“Just one more time,” he promised, his voice a low rumble. He slowly, carefully pulled out, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He flipped you over onto your back, his eyes roaming over your body—your flushed skin, the marks he’d left on your neck and chest, the mess between your legs. He looked hungry, like a predator admiring his kill.
He settled between your thighs, not entering you yet, just resting his cock against your slick folds. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It wasn’t frantic or demanding; it was lazy, thorough, a kiss that was meant to be savored. He was tasting you, claiming you all over again.
“Your greed sickens me,” you quipped against his mouth, your hands tangling in his messy hair.
“You started it,” he countered, but he was smiling. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. “This time, though… we’re going slow.”
He reached down, lining himself up with your entrance, and then he pushed inside, excruciatingly slowly. You were already so sensitive, so thoroughly used, that every inch was a potent, overwhelming sensation. You felt every ridge, every vein of him as he filled you. He watched your face intently, his gaze dark and focused, as if memorizing your every reaction.
When he was finally fully seated, he paused, letting you adjust. “Okay?” he asked softly.
You could only nod, your throat too tight to form words.
He started to move, a slow, languid rhythm that was somehow more intense than the brutal pace from before. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, grinding against your A-spot in a way that made your toes curl. There was no urgency now. This wasn’t about chasing a quick release; this was about drawing out the pleasure, about savoring every single second.
His hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, stroking your sides, gripping your hips to pull you deeper onto his cock. He was everywhere. He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth, matching the rhythm of his hips.
You were completely lost in it, in him. The room, the apartment, the world outside—it all faded away. There was only Wonwoo, the weight of his body on yours, the slow, deep drag of his cock inside you, and the low, encouraging sounds he made in your ear.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “So perfect, taking me so well.”
His praise sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles at the small of his back, urging him deeper. He groaned, burying his face in your neck, his thrusts becoming a little harder, a little faster.
The slow burn was building again, but this time it was different. It wasn't a sharp, explosive peak waiting to happen; it was a slow, creeping tide, rising gradually, threatening to drown you in pleasure. You could feel it in your trembling limbs, in the way your breath hitched, in the desperate, needy sounds you couldn’t stop making.
“Wonwoo,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. “I… I can’t…”
“I know,” he grunted, his own rhythm starting to falter. “Let go for me, baby.”
He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He didn’t rub it frantically; he just pressed down, applying slow, and firm flicks as he continued to thrust into you. The slow tide peaked and your orgasm washed over you, a long, rolling wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. You cried out his name, your body arching against his as you clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
He groaned your name like a prayer, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, his own release pulsing deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm, and you held him tight, your arms wrapped around his back, your hearts beating in tandem.
You lay there for what felt like an eternity, basking in the afterglow. The sun was higher now, casting a bright, golden glow around the room. The sounds of the apartment were starting to stir—distant cupboard doors closing, the low rumble of a voice in the living room. That’s going to be a problem for later.
Finally, Wonwoo lifted his head, his eyes soft and sated. “Okay,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Now we really need to shower.”
You hummed in agreement, though you didn’t feel like moving yet. The adrenaline was draining out of you as each second passed and with that, your limbs began to feel like lead.
Wonwoo let out a weak, breathy laugh, but he didn’t argue. He shifted, slowly and carefully pulling out of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, a feeling you were already starting to hate. He grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand, gently cleaning you up before tossing them in the trash. He pulled the blanket over your tangled bodies, settling back onto his side, propping his head up on his hand to look at you.
“Five minutes,” he echoed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
You felt the gentle weight of his arm drape over your waist, pulling you just a little closer. The sounds of the apartment faded away, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing and his heartbeat.
Five minutes was all you needed before facing the world.
Or maybe ten.
