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⚫ pairing: bf!ateez x gn!afab!reader
⚫ genre: headcanons, fluff, smut, established long-term relationships
⚫ summary: what happens when you and your boyfriend are both at home? are you working hard, or hardly working? here are some bulletpoint hcs to explore~
⚫ wordcount: 5.6k total
⚫ warnings/tags: not edited, purposeful lowercase, reader wears a skirt in some hcs, hybrid working, working from home, implied but not explicit idol!ateez, assumed couples living together, reader implied to have a corporate job
⚫ taglist: at the bottom of the hcs
⚫ a/n: the mind works in mysterious ways and lets some ponderings escape... wishing you all love, hope you enjoy and if you do, leave a comment a reblog, a kind message. much love~
⚫ nsfw-tags include but are not limited to: dom-lean!ateez, edging, cockwarming, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), creampie, rough sex, possessive sex, light breath play, light exhibitionism kink, marking, pet names like sweetheart/darling, praise kink, sensory play - blindfold
hongjoong
safe
would low(high)key be terrified of walking into the same room as you in the beginning, especially if your job involves having a lot of meetings
respects your space, both physical and mental, and totally gets those moments when you appear to be zoned out while making coffee in the kitchen when you are actually just thinking
eventually you point out that he is completely free to use the same space and that it will be less lonely, and you best believe you will now have a full home office
either a shared desk or two different desks or hongjoong having his own creative version of a desk aka a couch
earphones/headphones in/on and dead silence for hours, just clicking away
occasional glances above laptop/computer screens just to exchange a smile or two or a quick word of encouragement
if you have a particularly tense meeting, as soon as you end the call he is taking his headphones off and asking what happened
you end up analysing the situation with hongjoong and manage to step away from the situation emotionally, both to cool off and to make a sound conclusion
you essentially now have hongjoong as your colleague, because you share your breaks, your lunchtimes, office gossip, and both of you could not be happier
since both you and hongjoong are quite career-driven, being able to spend time together while working ended up making you two closer, and now you are cemented as a power couple unit
he is still terrified of going behind you when you have your camera on though - unless he hears somebody being extra friendly, then suddenly something located behind you is extra interesting and he needs to retrieve it immediately
spicy
idle chatter that is lasting way too long - a colleague from another team who has been bothering you a little too much is getting on your last nerve. not because they don't do the work, but because of how obviously they are hitting on you; you almost roll your eyes, and when the right moment arrives, do not hesitate to land the blow of: "oh yeah, my boyfriend would love that, i should tell him about it"
and boy, hongjoong was already on high alert and now he would be lying if he were to say he is not enjoying the show; but his initial victorious grin transforms into curiosity as you stand up from your chair and walk towards him, prompting him to push his own chair back
without a single pause you step over and straddle hongjoong, sitting flush against him. his hands ghost over your hips before gripping onto them to encourage you to sit even closer
"i think i need to stop hiding the marks so that they get the point" - is all it took to have hongjoong silence you with a kiss and have you roll your hips over him
he starts to grind into you until you feel his bulge pressing against you, and muffles a sudden groan by latching onto your neck, kissing and sucking on a particularly sensitive spot that leaves you breathless until he is sure that it will leave a blooming spot of blue and purple, and that is only the start
your skin is his, your moans are his, and he loves nothing more than to hear you say his name and that you belong to him; something about you mentioning him explicitly to a colleague has him feeling more clingy than usual, and he expresses it by simply giving into his emotions
he whispers sweet nothings to you, scrambles to help you with your trousers as you undress and takes off his own; you glide your wet folds over his cock just barely containing yourself thanks to hongjoong's arms supporting your thighs, nails digging into them as his tip teases your entrance
soon enough he cannot take it anymore and sinks you onto his length while lightly biting your neck and leaving another hickey
you take your time, drunk in love, with hongjoong more than happy to show everyone that you are taken, and that you are his and he is yours
seonghwa
safe
the epitome of attentiveness and care - since it is his day off, and it just so happens that you are staying to work from home, he makes it a point to work around your routine; wake up with you, get ready, have breakfast
before you log in he leans closer to you, fingers grazing your jawline, and wishes you a fantastic day at work like he would if you were going to the office; and then leave you with a soft kiss
if you think he is gone until lunch time? think again. he is back, and back with a snack. he made you strawberries and put the cute lightsaber shaped pick into one of them so that you can eat them without getting your hands dirty
other than that, he keeps his interferences to a minimum and instead helps out by doing other things around the house that you are currently unable to do, just occasionally checking on you because he knows just how much it helps to have someone there to cheer you on, and he wants to be your number one cheerleader
if you are having a stressful day, he wordlessly helps you clean up your desk, and whispers to you that you are doing really well and are so strong for powering through; has a tendency to speak in a softer voice while you are working, maybe in part because he can see how your brows are furrowed, or maybe because you dragged him towards you by the arm and held onto him for a little while
you are not having a single meeting during your lunch break and that is that, end of story; he made you your favourite and you will just have to deal with the additional sprinkles of love he put in there
if you want to talk about your day he will launch into asking about all of the little details, super attentive to all you have to say, his eyes wide and glinting as he takes in the information
loves nothing more than to listen to you talk about your passions, about your work about the dedication and effort you put into doing what you do. he believes in always trying, and you are the embodiment of it; by doing what you do, you inspire him to, and he falls deeper and deeper in love with you
after a busy day he waits for you to change, and then drags you onto the sofa in the living room and throws a blanket over the two of you, because it is time to simply exist and melt into each other
spicy
seonghwa was innocently making you want to crawl up walls; all smiles, cute encouragements, while looking like sin itself in a tank top that left little to the imagination, highlighting his impeccable sunkissed skin, his toned arms, and is a little too easy to take off
unfortunately for you, seonghwa knew what he was doing, of course he did; he knows what buttons to press and how to get you riled up just enough to melt under his touch
it starts simple, loving, with his hand travelling down your body, drawing circles on the small of your back
your head is pressed against his chest, listening to his breathing and heartbeat, consumed by his presence. there is nothing in your world except comfort, and the sensation rising within you as seonghwa encourages you to push yourself a little further up and starts to trail kisses down your neck
he pauses as soon as a delighted sigh escapes you, suppressing a chuckle, "is my baby enjoying this?"; and once you mumble a yes, he does not hesitate to continue, echoing each feverish peck with praise of "you have no idea what you do to me when you are in those meetings, love", "you sound so incredible, so professional, so powerful-"
he gently guides you to lie down onto the couch and hovers above you, his ponytail keeping his impeccable long locks from concealing his face; he does not hesitate to pull down your bottoms and panties, two fingers starting to tease your clit until you whine, desperate to have him fill you up, "-and so sweet to me, aren't you? are you going to be good for me?"
it brings seonghwa unimaginable pleasure to see every bit of that work ethic and professionalism leave your body, and it is all because of him, and you do it only for him
he takes his time, fingers pumping into your sopping heat. when he feels that familiar trembling in your legs, he lowers himself to tease your abused clit until you are nothing but a mess for him
when you spill over the edge, he does not hesitate to swallow your whimpers with a long kiss turned extensive make out, tongue gliding into your mouth
it is not long before he has your legs over his shoulders and is driving his length into you so slowly and sensually that you are seeing stars and practically begging for him
and who is he to not help his love relax?
so he picks up his pace, thrusting into you with pent up desire to ruin you and in a deep, raspy voice growling how well you take him
your hand clasp over his neck, pulling seonghwa closer, and the way you are losing yourself is what brings him ever so close to his climax
how your eyes roll back before they close, how you are crying out his name, how your walls clench around him as he continues to pound into you
oh, how perfect you are, and how perfect it is that you chose to work from home
yunho
safe
as soon as you told yunho that you are working hybrid he was looking up the highest speed internet available for installation
because finally there is an even stronger reason and he can live his e-sports dreams together with you living your career dreams
so now you casually have industry level speeds in your home and the happiest man alive
gives you his gaming chair because he saw you being uncomfortable once, and speaking of, if you are not in a meeting he would walk over to you to give you a quick shoulder massage, whispering that you are doing great and that he is very proud of you
would never show you but his recent favourite thing to look at online is couple computer set ups (you saw it anyways when yunho stepped away from his desk to go get a soda and you were walking past)
so at the first opportunity you present him with matching ergonomic mouse pads - and that is how you find yourself having to keep your camera off because this man is still hugging you and staring at the gift
he is the type to try to make you laugh when you are down, energise you when you are tired, give you reassurance when you are upset and celebrate every success with you. sometimes you genuinely think that he can sense everything through every wall
actually, maybe across the entire city because one time when he came back from grocery shopping and took one look at you his first words were "did your coworker drain you again?" knowing exactly how you were feeling
he is always there for you with open arms, and ready for a conversation about mood lighting because "imagine having the coolest backdrop out of all of your colleagues"
spicy
you block out your schedule, hit 'do not disturb' and sit, waiting, because you have ideas, and those ideas involve a certain jeong yunho who, after the impromptu massage he had given you has left you feeling a certain way
so when he walks into your office and you motion for him to come closer, you are quick to stand up and make him sit down onto the chair in your place, enjoying his momentary confusion before he sees that familiar lust in your eyes
"need another massage?" he knows that's not what you are looking for, but cracks the joke anyway, a smirk tugging on his lips as you palm him through his joggers, sighing in contentment when yunho places a hand on the nape of your neck and returns your burning gaze
it does not take long before you are on your knees in front of yunho and he is guiding you up and down his length with a strong hand, fingers tangled in your hair
makes the most beautiful, airy sounds, and his favourite thing to hear in return are your satisfied hums as you take more and more of him while desperately seeking release with your own hand
but that won't do - he whispers for you to get up, and guides you to sit on his cock, back against his broad chest. but he does not let you move, instead relishing in the sensation of how you wrap around him and how you whimper for him
encourages you, maybe even dares you to check on how work is doing while you are aching for movement; you only manage a few clicks before trying to rise from his lap to indulge in the fullness
"you want me so bad that you can't even work anymore, sweetheart?" does not give you a chance to answer, since he is now bending you over the desk, one hand around your throat both for stability and because he can feel just how you tremble with pleasure because of it
thrusts into you with loving aggression, and when he realises that you are trying to hide your cries moves to push his fingers into your mouth, praise flying from his lips as soon as your ecstasy starts to resonate across the room
loves nothing more than to wrap an arm around your waist and embrace you as you reach your highs, shutting his eyes so that the only thing that surrounds him is you
yeosang
safe
decides to become a ghost if he is at home and you are working, because what if he ruins your concentration or messes something up, what then
no sound just a yeosang floating around until, during a break, you catch him and mumble a quick 'i miss you' followed by a peck on his cheek
needless to say that was taken as a green light for him to occasionally pop by your home office and give you heart-melting smiles because look at you go!!!! achieving!!!! and doing cool things!!
if he is in the room during a call and someone says something outlandish, you already know you should be ready to turn your camera off because yeosang will drop the most spectacular roast of all time then and there
and he does, without batting an eye. it just makes sense to him; you literally cannot see the coworker in the same light again because yeosang's commentary wrecked the initial impression so beautifully
if he wants a little bit more attention, however, he knows exactly how to get it, and that is by "suddenly" deciding to turn the living room into a home gym. well, it already had some equipment (thanks to you not just gym equipment but actually tasteful interior design EXCUSE ME) so why not use it?
good luck trying to get back to work after you walk out to grab a snack and are faced with a greek deity just out here perfectly sculpted looking ethereal and saying your name so sweetly-
spicy
extended lunch breaks are needed sometimes, especially when your boyfriend saunters towards you and makes you walk backwards until you almost hit the wall, not doing so only because yeosang's hand snakes behind your head beforehand.
with a light tug on your hair he is pulling you towards him into a heated kiss, enjoying just how pliable you are in his hands. he does not need to tell you to hop up so that he can have you hooked around his waist, he just needs to tap you on your side
you are harmonious, moving together as he carries you to the dining table and as soon as he sets you down his lips are all over you - on your cheeks, your neck, your collarbones, your shoulders - he needs all of you
but even in the heated rush, he pauses to lift his head and ask if you are comfortable, "i can carry you to the bedroom-" "i want you now, yeo" "oh"; your tone drives him wild, and he is right back to exploring you
if you compliment him, he is putty in your hands, nipping at your ear when you whisper just how spectacular he looks, how desirable, and how lucky you feel - hides his face in the crook of your neck, rising back only when he feels your hand tug at the drawstrings of his bottoms and realises that you have slipped out of your trousers and are impatiently waiting
adores when you stare at him as if you are seeing him for the first time, needy and in love, and takes his time to fist his length before sliding it over your slick folds
both arms are hooked around your thighs, and you end up falling back onto the table as yeo speeds up, the sound of skin slapping against skin and you repeating 'please' aimlessly like a mantra only spurring him on
very focused on the fact that you still have a shirt on - the formalwear combined with the passionate act being what eventually takes him over the edge
makes a note for himself to work out while you are working from home more often, and is suddenly very curious about office attire
san
safe
"HELLO YOU ARE DOING GREAT YOU ARE THE BEST I LOVE YOU" proceeds to shut the door as if he did not just yell at the top of his voice and startle you
san is here like a whole marching band cheering for you - you normally were at the office, but your company announced trying to experiment with hybrid working and san was so on board
because finally there could be more days where you could spend 'ordinary' time together, as he had told you; what does that mean? waking up together, eating breakfast together, chatting together while sitting in the same room, just walking around the same apartment for longer than a couple of hours and having the ability to stop one another for a hug
he just wants to be domestic with you and sees you working from home as the perfect opportunity for it. you are away from your desk? hug. you popped out to get some tea, coffee or water? he is not letting you get back to work until you give him a sweet, loving kiss (and then proceeds to waddle right behind you with his arms wrapped around your middle)
on a couple of occasions your coworkers asked "who is that singing in the background" because san does hold concerts on occasion - well-meaning, of course, but damn are they loud. you don't mind it, in fact you take out your earphones when it happens because yes that's your man and he is lovely
he peeks into your office right after too, and you like to pretend to be irritated but that melts away so quickly, and you pause what you are doing to walk over to him and be wrapped up in his arms
spicy
while you are in a bigger conference, listening in with your camera and microphone off he approaches you, a little idea having crawled into his mind and not leaving him until he brings it to reality
"i miss you" "i am right here, san-" "i need you"
almost lifts you out of that chair when you don't stand up fast enough; someone is babbling away on the call and he could not care less, leading you further from the desk to somewhere, anywhere
that sliver of a chance that a mic could be turned on, that someone could see something that they shouldn't makes him intensely more desiring of you, and he follows his instincts to pin you against the wall, his leg spreading yours apart, thigh making your short skirt ride up to reveal your panties
when you ask for him to touch you, he makes you repeat yourself at least twice, pleased at how much of a "pretty ruin" you are willing to turn into for him
cannot hold back - he thinks he can, but he rapidly loses himself in the sensation of you clenching around his digits, and turns downright animalistic
grinding against you, leaving passionate, messy lovebites, kisses all over you because you are simply so beautiful that he wants to have all of you at once
holds you up and pushes you against the wall as he pounds into you, growling your name
presses his forehead against yours, eyelashes practically brushing because he wants to see, down to the smallest detail how you fall apart just so he can build you back up again
when you hear the call ending he does not let you go, instead carrying you so you can press the damn button and he can let the real fun begin
mingi
safe
be prepared for any office traditions or outdated 'best practices' to be questioned. mingi does not mean to be so savage about them, but some things literally make no sense and in his (and everybody else's) eyes should be abolished
is so curious about what it is that you do exactly, so expect an inquisitive mingi on the other side of your desk, slowly moving around until he has his head on your shoulder and is staring at your screen and asking things (up to you if you are to shoo him away or not but either way he is fascinated by how much you know and what you can teach him if you are up for it)
talks about you with his friends, his parents... because "my partner is on that hustle and grind and they are awesome for it"
expect random slamming open of the door to your makeshift office and him singing something and calling it a motivation boost - honestly, it turns into exactly that because you have tears in your eyes from suppressing giggles
writes short rhymes for you on post-its or just texts them to you as a form of communication and love language
thanks to mingi, you end up loving your work more than you have done before because he is always asking about it, asking about what your thought process is like, and how what he does and what you do can link together
greatly admires your work ethic, and if you start thinking of something you two can do as a couple to combine your skills together and make it practical... that's it, he is always going to be by your side
ends up suggesting a possible side-venture where you could explore a joint business, and even looks into the legal side of things to make it fair and not too draining for either of you.
overall best hypeman, part-time interviewer, and potential business partner of a significant other <3
spicy
something about you talking business with him has him feeling everything at once, and so even when you are lying together, ready for bed, he prompts you to explain one point, another...
how you map things out, discuss nuances with him, hum in agreement when he makes a good point - it is music to his ears; seeing a future with you, planning one makes mingi hold you tighter than before. he wants to tell you he loves you in every way he can, and after the conversation dies down, he acts
the arm that was lazily draped over your stomach is now travelling under your t-shirt, tracing a line higher, higher until he is caressing and kneading your breasts
his movements are slow, but very determined, and he holds you like you are about to break; you are lying facing each other, and he cannot ask for a better view
starts with light pecks, and then eventually deepens the kisses into a breathtaking expression of adoration
slips under the sheets, dragging your panties down to expose you to him, and eats you out like he is simply made for it
worships every inch of you, and digs his fingers into your legs to keep them spread nicely apart for him, even though his nose and tongue are simply too much - good luck stopping him because he even once you reach your orgasm, he is lapping up your release and going in for seconds
you practically have to drag him out, ordering him to fuck you or- "or what, doll?"
lays you sideways and holds one of your legs up as he bottoms out and picks up a dizzying pace, not stopping even when he fills you to the brim with his cum
becomes rougher when he sees your release and his start to drip out, and practically collapses onto you as he musters out a string of 'i love you's while his hips stutter due to the overstimulation
wooyoung
safe
there are two ways in which this could go, either
you best believe your colleagues are going to know about this man almost instantly
he makes it a point to pop by, be it to "do something" or to "fetch something" or to literally look outside of a window for no reason other than to appear on camera
or he is going to tease the hell out of you while you are working so that you give him a little bit of attention here and there - but never too out of pocket
he is very aware of when you need to be serious and when you could use a little lightening up, so he ends up turning into your social battery recharge system, and your light
knows when you just want to lie down and sleep after typing and typing and typing, and has made it a point to say things along the lines of "it is because you did not kiss me this morning, you would have had more energy then" and then proceed to give that kiss
will yell at you to have lunch, and have the biggest smile on his face as you praise his cooking and then dive into work stories
literally has a mental map of all of your colleagues, who is connected with who, the hierarchy... all of it
and if someone has been acting out of line, he knows about it in the blink of an eye and will tell you to call it out (he was about to do it himself but you paused him, and so he held your hand from behind the computer screen to encourage you instead)
woo is your number one supporter in standing up for yourself, and loves nothing more than to see you be respected as you should be-
spicy
-because he should be the only one who can make you tear up, and even then it would be not from sadness or anger, but from him driving you wild with how his hands roam your body, and how he makes you tremble
and that is exactly why while you are deeply concentrated and practically are diving into your laptop, wooyoung stalks towards the desks and slips under it
you do not notice until suddenly, a pair of strong arms push your legs apart and resist your initial attempt to close them. you shudder as his fingers dance along your inner thighs, but do not dare make a sound and continue to type
he nudges you closer, hiking up your skirt until your panties are the only barrier left, and oh does he take his time. he runs a finger over the soft fabric, relishing in the heat and how your muscle tense up at the sensation
pushing the material to the side, he hums, content at the sight. gathering some spit on his tongue, he licks your clit and rolls over it before dipping into your core and returning in a purposefully drawn out motion
you catch yourself forgetting to breathe, fully having given yourself up to wooyoung who is simply devouring you, each touch making you lose all hope in keeping your composure
especially when he adds his fingers to the mix - game over; you grab onto the edge of the desk, head lowering as the stimulation begins to overwhelm you, breaths turn into messy moans as he speeds up, his digits curling just right while he sucks on your clit
and just as you are about to collapse into a mind-numbing orgasm, an emptiness overtakes you, and you are left exposed, with a chuckle resounding in your ears
"enjoying the-" he does not have time to finish as you reach under the desk and grab a fistful of wooyoung's blond and black hair, smirking as you hear him bite back a moan
"finish what you started, or you won't be finishing at all tonight"
needless to say, it is interesting to attempt to retain your composure when someone spontaneously calls you to confirm something about a project, and you are gripping onto your boyfriend's tresses as he continues to mercilessly finger you
jongho
safe
incredibly respectful of your space and time, and ends up memorising approximate schedules - like say if you have some meetings that are reoccurring, he will know exactly when those are and on some occasions has actually been the one to remind you of them
enjoys sitting in the same room as you, either watching something on his phone, playing a game or reading - it is his way of spending quality time with you while not having to be too over the top or active
something about the comfortable silence that washes over you two when you are typing away and he is doing his thing makes his heart swell, and on many occasions he had found himself just staring at you for no reason other than to remember such moments forever
he orders coffee from your favourite coffee shop since you don't really stop by there when working from home - does not tell you that he did so until the doorbell rings and he is setting the cup down on your desk while taking a sip of his own coffee
if someone annoys you at work jongho will be nonchalant, but then offer to 'throw hands' - you nearly choke on your drink because good sir you are very peaceful about choosing violence; but what he means is trying to figure out a way to professionally raise the concern
after making sure you are not in focus mode or calling someone he strolls into the office while serenading you, and inviting you for a quick slow dance to 'de-stress', so you sway together in the middle of the room while he sings, before you twirl around once and sashay back to your seat, leaving him with the ghost of a scheming grin on his face
spicy
something else he likes to do when he is in the same room as you is read you, study you, take you apart and undress you with his eyes while you make futile attempts to figure out what he is thinking about
nothing much just how it's been thirty minutes since work ended and you left him hanging earlier with no explanation; and that just gives him ideas for what to do to you
eventually he stands up, tired of you pretending to be working when you are glancing at him almost every second, and mutters a rough "i've been waiting", clicking his tongue when you break eye contact to look at your screen again
"for?" "well now you'll have to work overtime to find out", holds out his hand until you give him yours, and he guides you towards the bedroom moving you in front of him and telling you to sit down
hovers over you before taking a blindfold out of his pocket, and holds it in front of you, eyebrow raised
adores when you give your senses up to him - in no time you are laid bare in front of jongho, wrists pinned by his overpowering grasp as he edges you within an inch of your life
you thought you could come? think again. he did not tell you you were allowed to, and you made him wait long enough, so now he will have as much fun as he wants to
you don't know left from right, up from down, and your whines transition into shameless begging as he pumps his fingers into your soaking pussy, wanton sounds and lack of release making you want to cry
"oh? does my baby want to come that bad?"
presses you down just as you are about to come, again, to prevent your hips from bucking and bites back his own groan as the hardness in his trousers becomes downright unbearable
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kissing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, carrying, doggystyle, swallowing, facial, multiple orgasms, reader is stubborn as hell
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.4k
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are on an annual girl's trip with one simple rule: no men allowed. But it's the middle of the night, you are lonely and it so happens San is nearby. Maybe you will give into temptation with a chance of being caught, but it'll be well worth it.
𝐀𝐍: I was listening to "Middle Of The Night" by Monsta X and it made me want to write something loosely based off of it. Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for taking this up for me at the last night 💞.
It’s 2:06 a.m., and you can’t sleep. Your body is restless, your mind thinking of a million things per second, your heart beating fast as you hold your phone. You send him a four-lettered text message, knowing it’s not a good idea. But your body wants what it wants.
Can you come over?
You set your phone down, pacing back and forth in your room for the weekend as you await his response. When it comes to love and stupidity, it goes hand in hand for you. San isn’t the guy that you can be with long-term. You’ve been there, done that many times, yet when it’s late and you feel lonely, he’s the first person you call. Your phone buzzes a few minutes later, and you eagerly read his response.
You don’t need to ask. I’m on my way.
A smile spreads across your face, and you hurry into the shower, scrubbing yourself clean with your favorite scrub that smells like brown sugar and vanilla. You hastily dry and lotion yourself, throwing on a pair of jogging shorts and a white T-shirt. San was only thirty minutes away; you didn’t want to keep him waiting. You’ve done this song and dance enough times that you don’t need to get all fancy just to see him. He’s always liked you however you want to be.
This is supposed to be a girl’s only week with your best friends from high school. You take an annual trip with each other every year, making a pact to travel the world together before you settle down and get married. You took care of the travel arrangements, Shayla was in charge of the food, and Gia took care of the entertainment. You might have booked this place because you knew he would be nearby on business, but you will never admit to that… out loud anyway.
You peek out of your room, listening to hear if anyone else is awake; the only thing heard is the wind chimes swaying on the balcony. Thankfully, the rooms are nowhere near each other, so you can sneak San in without being caught. Carefully closing the door, you plop on the bed, waiting for the minutes to go by. You purse your lips together, trying to suppress your silly grin but failing miserably. He gets you excited like no one else can, and every time you want to leave him alone, one of you ends up reaching out to the other. You wouldn’t know what to categorize your relationship besides friendly exes with benefits. It’s complicated.
Your phone buzzes in your palm, and you swipe up your screen, sitting up quickly.
I’m outside.
The anticipation of seeing him gives you chills all over. You sneak out to your balcony, looking over the ledge and seeing him park his car. He steps out with a white tank and grey jogging shorts, looking comfortable in black slides as you two make eye contact. His soft smile and awkward wave bring you back to the first time you met, rubbing shoulders with one another on a train headed to the city.
“Hey,” you whisper. “I gotta sneak you in because it's girls' week.”
San chuckles, knowing all too well what girls' week entails and how your best friends would have your hide if they knew he was here. You quietly leave the balcony and your room, tip-toeing down the hallway until you reach the door, letting him in quickly.
“Hi,” his murmur melts you like butter. “I missed you.”
“I know you did,” you taunt, touching his lips.
Kissing him was like a forbidden sin, something you knew you shouldn’t be doing, but the instant gratification you felt was well worth it. Walking backward to your room, you clumsily open the door, falling on top of each other in the bed. Your hands caress each other’s bodies as you explore one another, taking off every article of your clothing. You look at him, remembering a deep affection you once had for each other that could’ve been great. A past that seemed so long ago, but here you are, entangled in bed with him.
“Is that a hot tub?”
You nod, following his gaze to the balcony, looking at the private hot tub that came with the master suite.
“Do you want to get in?”
You hop out of bed, naked and thankful that you forgot to turn it off. You slowly exit the sliding door, dipping your toe into the tub first before going right in. You feel San entering behind you, holding your waist as you guide him to the middle. The heat from the tub was no match for what you two felt for each other, the hellfire passion taking over your bodies. He grabs a handful of your ass, his slender fingers sliding to your front until they settle on your clit.
“You’re going to have a hard time being quiet tonight,” he says lickerishly.
“Oh yeah?” you smirk. “Show me.”
San groans and lifts you out of the tub, setting you on the edge. He opens your legs wide, wasting no time as he goes in on your hot sex, hungrily lapping at your sweet heat. You bite your lip as a weak way to muffle yourself, your hands grasping his hair tightly. He makes you feel so filthy and sexy, willing to risk getting you caught with his head in between your legs. He sucks harder on your clit, your arousal dripping from the corner of his mouth, and you can longer hold back. You call his name repeatedly as you ride his face, your release coming hot and heavy.
“I want you to cum for me like a good girl, okay?” He commands, slipping two digits inside your wet cunt. “Can you do that for me?”
You nod quickly, your body tingling and legs shaking as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you.
“I need to hear you say it.” He grunts. “Say you will.”
San returns his lips to your throbbing clit, flattening his tongue against it, a trick he knew would make you undone.
“Yes!” You cry out. “I will.”
Your entire body shook from your release, your hand covering your mouth to hide your screams. San groans in your center, licking you clean until you can’t take anymore. Slowly rising, he kisses you passionately, your taste on his lips.
“Told you,” he teases.
You roll your eyes, pushing him off you and dipping back into the water. The combination of coming down from your high and the tub's heat leaves you dazed and thirsty. You tell him you will be back, drying your body off quickly before returning to your room. You throw on a T-shirt and sneak into the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, you settle on two light beers, surreptitiously shutting the door. However, to your surprise, you didn’t expect Gia to be right behind you, bumping into her.
“Can’t sleep?” Gia yawns, stretching her arms out of her robe.
“Y-yeah,” you stumble over your words. “Just grabbing a couple of beers to get me tired.”
Before she could speak, you bolt out of the kitchen and into your room, locking the door this time. Exhaling deeply, you turn and find yourself facing San: wet, naked, and fully hard. He shouldn’t have caught you off guard, taking your breath away at the mere sight of him. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, and you’d think you would be used to it, but the sweet spot between your legs says otherwise.
“You had me worried you ran away.”
You shake your head, setting one beer down on the dresser while opening the other. You take a couple of gulps before he takes it away, replacing the bottle on your lips with his kiss. His hands slide underneath your shirt, squeezing your breasts and rubbing your nipples. Your back is now against the wall, your body completely at his mercy.
“Hey,” Gia’s voice booms through the door.
You gasp in shock, and San stifles a giggle, with you hovering his mouth with your hand to keep him quiet.
“Y-yeah,” you croak.
You see the door knob rattle, and you were sure your heart would drop to your ass at any moment, but you remembered that you locked the door. You sigh in relief, watching San stroke his cock in front of you.
“I was going to watch Angel on TV and make some popcorn. Do you want to join me?”
You would’ve answered no immediately had San not lifted your leg and slid his tip inside you.
“Do you want to join her?” He whispers in your ear. “Do you wanna watch tv, or do you want to cum for the second time tonight?”
San suddenly thrusts into you, making you sigh out loud. Your hand holds onto the dresser for balance, his pumps getting deeper and making you cream. He is sick for this.
‘You better say something before she gets suspicious.”
You are temporarily snapped out of esctasyland, clearing your throat to sound as normal as possible.
“N-no,” you fight to speak without moaning. “I’m gonna drink and turn on some sleep waves on the speaker. Have fun!.”
“Alright,” Gia responds. “I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”
He wastes no time, lifting your other leg and pumping into you harder and deeper, your nails digging into his back. Your hips move in sync with his, your tight cunt tightening around his fat cock. You could kill him right now for almost getting you caught, but you’d rather fuck him instead.
“Keep fucking me like this,” you grit your teeth. “I need your fat dick inside of me.”
“With pleasure.”
He slips out of you, carrying you to the bed and setting you on the mattress. Before you could react, he has your head deep into the pillows, taking you from behind with your hands pinned behind your back. Thanks to the excellent quality pillows, your moans are muffled, but the headboard banging against the wall is not so kind. This is why you can’t leave San alone; he opens you up and makes you want to live a little. There is no bullshit with him, and everything is on the surface. It’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him, with his fantastic dick being too addictive to let go. He fills you with an insatiable lust that can be filled by anyone else, not that you haven’t tried filling that void.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes. “I’m close, baby.”
Your nails dig into your blanket, your release coming quicker than you realized. A deep, body-shuttering tingle turned into shockwaves, your orgasm coming through hard. Tears of joy stain your face and pillowcase, your legs shaking uncontrollably. All you could do was whimper in the pillows, entirely at San’s mercy once again.
“I’m gonna cum,” his throaty warning barely audible. “Come here.”
He steps back, vigorously stroking as you plop off the bed and kneel before him. He grits his teeth as his load comes hot and heavy, coating your face and tongue. Watching him utterly helpless because of what you do to him fills you with deep satisfaction. His eyebrows furrow focused on serving your mouth with him, and you happily suck him until his legs shudder. Exhaling deeply, he pulls you up and kisses you affectionately, a lingering touch on your lips that you will remember for a long time.
You wish you could say something to him at this moment. You want to pour your heart and tell San that you still have feelings for him. You want to quit this cat-and-mouse game with him and be with him for real now. No more games or sneaking in in the middle of the night. Maybe post-nut clarity will hit you later, and you’ll regret it, but at least he’ll know, right?
“How long will you be in town?” San asks as he slips on his boxers.
“A week,” you answer slowly. “Why, what’s up?”
“Just wondering if I need to be on standby in case you text again.”
You cut your eyes playfully, rummaging through your drawer and finding a pair of underwear and a facial towel. You clean off your face and prepare for a shower, but you notice he is about to leave. Usually, when you are together, he stays the night and, call it a force of habit, but deep inside, you want that again. If only you could put your pride aside and tell him how you feel.
“Hey,” you saunter over to him. “Maybe at the end of the week, I could stay a couple of days, and we could hang out?” Your nervousness eats at you from the inside, but you power through. “That’s if you don’t have plans or anything, of course.”
San ties the drawstring on his shorts as he contemplates your proposal. You already feel like an idiot, suggesting something more when he doesn’t respond right away. You have a virtual egg on your face now, and you just want to crawl into bed and hide until he leaves.
“Yeah,” he finally answers. “I would like that. But you’re coming to me this time.”
The dark tone in his voice excites you despite the aching pain in your thighs. Noticing he is ready to leave, you peek out of your door, listening to see if Gia is still up. You can hear growls and shouting from the TV, and you motion for him to creep down the hallway, just passing the living room. Your adrenaline pumps as you get closer to the front door, determined to not get caught as you sneak out of the house. The slight summer breeze is refreshing, and the smell of rain is imminent. You gaze at San one more time, walking him to his car, trying hard to ignore the pit you will feel in your heart for missing him.
“Call me if you want to do that, okay?” San murmurs. “I would love to have you to myself for two days.”
“Okay.”
He kisses you goodbye, his hands cupping your face. It was the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had, your stomach filled with more butterflies than before. It took for the summer breeze to pick up for you to break you two apart, bringing you back to Earth. All you could do was smile as he drove away, going in the opposite direction he came. You aren’t sure what the future will hold for you two, but you are glad you kept your feelings to yourself for tonight.
𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : With your eyes on his playing, San feels like a superstar.
You, on the other side, feel super horny. Mamma Mia…
𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : fluff, smut
𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 7.8k
𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : established relationship, a bit cocky but very sweet drummer!san, shy but not inexperienced girlfriend!femreader, sensory overload & deprivation, slight dry-humping (f), light-hearted teasing, pet-names (sun, sunshine, sunny, baby), explicit consent, verbal & physical reassurance, blindfolding, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, love-making, passionate sex, unprotected sex (not sorry), cussing; banging against the wall and mattresses squeaking used as a narrative and poetic device, barely plot just good fuck and tuck (aftercare)
𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : i wrote this in 4 long sessions while i had a very horny long distance relationship with drummer!san due to all the business i experienced while working on this lol. i missed him any time i couldn't write for him, which, over the course of almost 2 months (i'm sorry)... is long.... i promise it is sweet and love-making but uh. horny. i was drunk for a big chunk (like a half) of writing this (took care of obvious errors but tell me if you find anything please omg.) anyway lmao hope you have fun reading it <33 always appreciate reblogs, likes and comments/feedback xoxo
[ what he’s playing : MAMMAMIA / FEEL / FOR YOUR LOVE ▸ Måneskin | playlist ]
OH, OH, OH, AUGH!
There he goes again, your boyfriend, his black earphone plugged deep into one ear, drum sticks held firmly in his hands, hammering down on the drums he's been abusing for the past, uh — gosh, how long has it been? An hour? A lifetime?
You love your Sannie, you really do, but when you signed up to be the girlfriend of infamous drummer “Sun Set”, you were expecting heated, secret glances from the stage to the audience, feverish making out-sessions post-concert, and while you do get those things in an overdose, listening to drum covers (without the vocals, mind you) on repeat until your ears actually fall off–? No, that one was not on the initial contract.
And, come on, it's finally the weekend after one long, exhausting week, which San and you usually spend trying to de-stress, relax and relieve yourself. So yes, if it was as usual, you would be spending your sweet time with your boyfriend right now— if it wasn't for his upcoming competition with his band.
Alright. It’s not to say that you are being forced to stay here in between these soundproof walls, covered by graffiti San's bandmates left to immortalize their jam-sessions, and don’t forget the pungent smell of tobacco that will without a doubt stick to the hoodie you fetched after he took it off— you do want to be a supportive girlfriend that’s worth winning those 1K for.
So, you’ll still give him a thumbs up and applause every time he finishes with a song, tilts up his head triumphantly, fingers running through his incredibly disheveled red hair that has formed singular spikes of sweaty strands, while the drum sticks still rest in his hands with his breath all messed up. He gives it his all, but what you understand is that San gives even more when you are there to watch him: At least that’s what you’re seeing right now, when he doesn't give himself more than five seconds to transition to the next track.
Lower lip bitten deep by his teeth, face pulled together to a concentrated frown, head rocking up and down, side to side, with his red locks waving around in the wind of his energy and feet aggressively stomping down the bass drum, your boyfriend feels his music, always, with his whole body, his mind drowns and explodes with the help of his loud instrument, and as you sit there, on the couch, a pillow clenched in between your legs– you try to balance out the overbearing noise by digging your nails into the cushion, and you deal with the “awe” you feel for your boyfriend being so immersed by his artistry, god, so astonishingly burning and afire— by pressing your thighs together so the beats of his drum can finally stop pulsating between them.
San doesn’t smile when he plays, you noticed it a while ago, makes an almost disgusted-looking face by scrunching his face together, especially when he really hammers down the cymbals and throws his head to the back, drilling holes into the ceiling with his eyes as if he’s challenging the gods to come stop him, his thick neck glistening in his sweat, his pulse pumping through the vein that is bulging out.
Oh, mamma…
You hope those gods do have mercy with you, because San looking like this does things to you that go beyond just feeling fear that he’s going to throw his shit to the floor. It makes you go into a craze that he’s also wearing a very drenched black tank top and pair of ripped jeans, his black bandana he had on his head is now tied around his thigh, and his arms are flexing with each time he’s thwacking down on his tom-toms and smashing the cymbals— fuck, where does your boyfriend get the time to go to the gym? Is it getting hot in here? You can’t possibly be enduring overheating on top of a headache, you’ll actually pass out or have to rip off your clothes in its entirety. But, shit, look at him— your boyfriend looks absolutely carnal right now and you can’t even slightly touch him, you’re going to melt. Like actually melt into mush.
… mia.
San is going through his usual cathartic euphoria, the snaring sounds of his drums and cymbals penetrate your ear cut and clean, but while you usually can bop your head to it, listening to him does slightly differ, when your brain clenches after each sound that follows the other.
It’s 1 AM. The weekend has just started. It’s been two hours of his practice now, with a small ‘make-out break’ that is already more than thirty minutes ago. San promised you, ‘just one last song and I’ll be there for you, yeah?’, but there goes he, your boyfriend, Choi San, Sun Set, drumming along to his tenth or something song, overflowing in intense passion.
You could have been lying in bed with him now, San in your arms or you in his, smothered by his love or something, anything; Please, just… No more beating the skin. No more rudiments, diddles– you don’t want to hear none of it, and you know you’re being an immodest glutton for your boyfriend thinking of him like this, but there’s nothing else on your mind except him and how bad you want him to stop playing. Of course you can’t say that out loud, at least not that he could hear it over the sounds of his drums, especially over how loud the music in his earbuds is set, the vocals screech through the plastic so even you can hear the shouts.
San values his musical time with his drum, needs it to feel secure for the competition, it would be cruel to interrupt him just because you have a headache and an even more so aching cunt, right?
No, you dummy.
San is your boyfriend. Or no, you, dear, are his beloved girlfriend. He’s not going to let you sit here and suffer, even if you mean well for him and watch Sun Set be hot. Being his scarily attentive self, he catches the strain in your face and immediately stops stepping into the bass drum with his sneakers. A very acute quietude interrupts his playing and washes all of your boiled up headache away.
Silence.
It can sound so sweet, can’t it? Can feel so sweet, too…
“Hey, are you okay, sunshine?”, San asks, and after your ears get used to the lack of sound, you see his sweat drop from his forehead, hear his voice soft and molten, which starkly contrasts the overwhelming volume of the instrument he’s been playing.
“No, it’s nothing,” you murmur, failing at hiding your discomfort, as the pillow still rests in your hands, nail marks as visible as visible can be on the velvety surface. You’ve obviously been scratching that, don't even try to hide it.
“Oh, sunshine,” San sighs with a sorrowful smile that understands immediately, and after he swings his legs from the stool, he makes his way to you with open arms to slide them under your armpits.
You liquefy in his hug, the pillow tumbling out your groin, body going lax immediately as you wrap yourself around his neck, sinking into him. The couch squeaks a bit upon the impact of San falling into it, but the shrill noise is nothing compared to the beat of his drums. His embrace engulfs you, makes you feel sunken in remedy, reverie and warmth– and the slippery surface of his back only adds to the experience of having your lover in your arms. All that was a buzzing chaos— San makes it golden, melting your tense body, lifting it up to gently sit down on the couch side-ways with you on top, your ear listening to how his heart knocks against his ribcage, slowly, loudly, steadily.
“It’s past midnight already!”, he gasps silently, looking at the clock, “Why didn’t you tell me, sunny?”
“You had that look on again,” you whine, face planted into his breast, god, his pillowy, sweaty chest— and look up to him, as he strokes over your back.
“I have something like that?”, San hums, voice is kept low so he doesn’t irritate you in any way, though there’s a slight suggestive swing in the repetition of your words, “A look?”
His eyebrow twitches up and his lips are curved into a smirk, wanting you to tell him in detail what’s gotten you to fidget around with the pillow and whine in impatience, clearly bleeding in confidence that comes from having not missed even the slightest beat of the songs.
You didn’t think drummers were that sexy, since the usual limelight was kept on the flirtatious vocalists, powerful guitarists or the red-blooded bassists, but after San had invited you to one of his jam-sessions on the third date, your life had been tilted upside-down, rocked, and your fate settled. (It was really rough to not fall around his neck after his drum-solo, peculiarly when Seonghwa and Wooyoung kept making jokes about your red cheeks, but you still remember the way San asked you whether you were alright with his heavy breath, and, oh god, does it still turn you on to this day.)
If it’s not the look he has on his face every time he pounds into his instrument, the one which you can feel flutter in between your legs, it’s most certainly the look in his eyes he has on right now, the sultry, slightly taunting gaze that’s trying to make you sweat, and as if the room isn’t heated up enough, his dark irises spark in between his eyelashes, kindling a fire in you that definitely needs extinguishing— so best believe he should know it.
“Your fans tell you every day, Sannie,” you groan, embarrassment croaking your voice while you snuggle yourself deeper into his comfortable body, his thigh parked between your legs. You can feel the knot of his bandana stroke your core and you shudder a little bit, a cracked breath escaping out your nose. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows– doesn’t seem to acknowledge how you inhale deeply– and San exhales out a chuckle, answering, with glittery puppy eyes that make you unable to say no any further, “I’d like to hear it from you though, sunshine…”
You slump deeper into his flesh and as his bandana grazes the thin layer of your booty- shorts again, you savor how slow he’s breathing and how warm he feels under you, sighing, “Sannie, when you play the drums… It’s like… W- wow, what do I say, you know…”
“Aww, don’t be shy now,” San croons and doesn’t acknowledge how he’s encouraging you to keep grinding needily on his thigh, hands skidding to your ass to cup them delicately, drifting and pushing you over slowly. “I don’t know, Sannie… You–,” you whirr and you have to inhale sharply after your sensitive bud tingles, “You… make my head hurt, Sann- n- nie.”
Alright, let’s be honest here. You’re lying through your teeth, and San chuckling is confirmation that he doesn’t believe the lie one single bit.
Yes, your head hurts, but that was his music, not San as the only man who could take care of all the feelings that have been jamming up like crazy. Feelings being a gut-wrenching mix of longing, craving, lusting for San as hard as you do. Even now, you can count the drops of sweat on his face dripping down his freckled neck you’ve already previously admired, but seeing it up close makes you quite greedier, especially when you can still make out his flavor on your tastebuds from having had your tongue down his throat a (too long) while ago. Not to forget his fingers groping into your plump butt right now, and it’s confusing how your boyfriend’s visage can stay as innocuous as it looks while he’s obviously supporting you on chasing your thrill.
After the silence that follows San’s chuckle, your boyfriend speaks up again, and despite the air being undeniably thick, his voice vibrates comfortably in his ribcage, lulling in the side of your head; “I’m so sorry for making your pretty head hurt, Y/N.”
You click with your tongue, pouting, gathering a bit of your energy that’s slowly coming back, and grab San by his shoulders. You turn your head so your chin is poking into his sternum, looking right to where he’s eyeing you down. You stop grinding and he looks with a smile.
“How can I make it up to you, hm?”, your boyfriend snickers softly, hands disappearing under his hoodie to trail you down your back and waist with his fingers. You feel fuzzy and velvety under his touch, and him gently breathing out “sunny” melts in your ears like a restorative, refreshing breeze after the endless knocks of his drums intimidating you and tying your throat shut.
“My ears were seriously killing me, I think,” you admit, but the cute pout remains formed on your lips.
“Ohh, Y/N, I’m– I’m really sorry to hear that. I really didn’t want to make you hurt, sunny, I promise,” San sniffles and mirrors your pout; you get the hunch he does feel very, very sorry this time, yet his hands are very guilty of slithering up your back and— clip! Open up your bra.
Ignoring that you flutter, feel light and feel the relief already, you uncontrollably giggle in surprise and push yourself up, getting to see more of your boyfriend’s handsome face. He has stopped pouting now, using his tongue to wet his red-tinted lips with a friendly, yet very ferocious smile. “You know the songs I was playing right now, sunshine?”
“No, I don’t,” you answer with continuing honesty.
Your boyfriend chuckles, “hm, maybe it’s better that way,” voice dripping like honey, but the sweet innocence is feigned, making you curious of what he’s hiding from you, deflecting from the very evident scene he’s painting.
His caramel skin proves it; for the particularized taste, heat must be added for sugar to win aroma, and your boyfriend is testing the theory to its limits.
Gliding his hands to your hips, San gets your cheeks burning, and when he hooks his fingers into his hoodie and drives it off your body, you lick over your lips asking yourself if you need any clarity to know where this is going; With your arms raised, your boiling skin meets fresh air through your drenched shirt and you shudder for a short moment, before your boyfriend gets his hands on the bra, fetches it, and slithers it out your arms.
After it drops to the ground and San sees your nipples poke through your shirt, he shifts his weight to the front to make you trip on your back, and takes off his tank top with both of his hands. His lats spread frighteningly wide and you let out a gasp. You’ll never not be surprised about how beefy your boyfriend is; San’s sweaty body expands in front of your eyes, and his collarbones are perfectly in your sight, as he hovers over you with his hand propped next to your head. There’s a wave of heat hitting your face and you aren’t sure whether you’re blushing or if his body is just genuinely that thermal.
Adopting the rather playful tone of your lover, you sulkily murmur, “It’s unfair if you don’t tell me about those things now, Sannie,” letting your finger trail along his slippery chin with softness, aware that you will only semi-attentively listen to his words from how distracted you are from his fallen eyes that are slowly flaming up. There’s only two things on your mind and while one of them includes going home, the other one can be perfectly executed on the couch.
“Oh, so naughty things, sunny, I don’t know if you want to hear about them, actually.”
San chuckles, his words contradicting how eagerly he kisses your hand, piercing through you with his eyes, making you melt. He gets his upper body up, his knees caging you in and you murmur “tell me about them”, as your boyfriend grabs you by wrist to help you move it down his chest that is still perceivably sleek, down to his abs that are just as lubricious and then, with a heavy sigh he definitely forms into a clear “ha~” leaving his mouth which makes your insides wobble.
Your boyfriend is such a tease. On stage, he doesn’t get to be as interactive as his band-counterparts do, like getting their sweat-drenched heads dangle down to the crowd and be ruffled through their hair, but Sun Set surely takes off his top oftentimes enough so every fan of his can admire his build. Your boyfriend’s amazing build.
He lets go of your hand to go through his red hair with a smirk, peeking down at his belt, clearly driving you into a wall here which is going to feel feathery light, but still so scary to brush against your skin— you have to make a choice here, one that makes your voice come out stuttered, one that proves to San that he's on the right track, cooking you up deliciously.
San might be a tease, but ohh, Y/N. You’re just so fun to tease, aren't you?
“P.. Please, Sannie,” you murmur, shyly, voice whispery because the headache fizzles inside your head, rather cripplingly slowing down your thoughts. He knows he likes it a bit too much, you being shy, but there’s something twitching inside his pants, when San thinks about the things he can do to you tonight to make you react even more, a smirk hurrying onto his face.
“Mmmm,” he hums, and you watch him collectively gather the bits and tits of his vivid, loud, rocking mind, silence remaining strikingly strong between you two, your head beaming everytime he doesn’t say anything to take his time to think.
“Things you were doing with that pillow for example,” San hushes. Your hands move by themselves to unbuckle his belt, and while you do blush a little bit, both your hands get the black leather strip out the clip with hurried motions. “Or the things you were doing to my thigh just a second ago, sweet sunshine.”
Your boyfriend snickers and once his belt is on the floor too, he shuffles a bit to the back and wraps his fingers around your ankles, pulling you so you lay straight on the couch, while he’s kneeling between your legs, cowered as small as his big frame allows it.
“I- I don’t think I understand yet, Sannie,” you droop, wanting San to get more explicit with you so you can swim in his vulgarity that he oozes, and also make him finally confirm you don’t have any reason to be embarrassed about being the only one whose guts are demanding to be stirred. He’s getting more bricked up, and since his baggy jeans are hanging loose now, you can see his cockhead bulge out his boxershorts. “I think you need to explain it more…”
You gulp at the wet patch and flutter with your eyelids, and with San’s thumbs caressing your love handles and leaning towards over your torso, his heat radiates to your face again. You were feeling a bit more bold, but no, you could never get used to how intensely San looks at you. His eyes speak a thousand words, sing a million songs, and they’re all about getting a bite of the red on your cheeks and taste how it will melt into his tongue. There’s a droning buzz which thumps into your eardrums and it’s blood rushing to your head at the incalescence of your boyfriend, who doesn’t let a second pass where he’s not touching you, even when he’s pulling off your t-shirt from your body.
“Hmmm, maybe you’re just not able to listen correctly, my love,” San sneers, almost paradoxically sweet, and arousal boils in your guts, while your sweated body gets used to the new temperature, your boyfriend’s hands cupping your breasts once, just to have finally get a touch. “Because of the headache, right? Mmm, right,” he murmurs to himself, and San unravels the bandana on his thigh.
You look at how he straightens the fabric in front of you, and how his hands slowly approach your head. “Will you let me fix that, sunshine?”
“Wh.. What are you going to do, Sannie?”
“Show,” and San instantaneously corrects himself, after he lets the slightly warmed up fabric drape over your forehead, ”hmm, make you hear,” to then let it fall over your eyes, getting very close to your ear, so his warm lips line your earlobe, his raspy voice reverberating in your ear. “Make you hear yourself, Y/N.”
“Yeah..?”, you whisper, and look at San for a last time– his eyes sparkle in excitement that can’t be heard through the droopiness of his voice:
“Listen to how my love makes you feel, baby.”
Ayayay…
“How is this, Y/N?”
“Lemme see,” you joke and you blink a few times, after the bandana has been tightened behind your head. It is pitch-black dark in front of you. Quickly, you feel how you’re getting more aware of San’s breath coming through and leaving his mouth– you following his slow pace soon enough– and feel especially how his rough fingers are tucking in your hair so he gets to see all of how your face muscles pull together in pleasure, sending your cheeks and nose into a ticklish wave of sensation.
“It’s,” you say, but what was once a steady voice turns– after getting goosebumps all around after San courses down your neck to your sternum with the tips of his fingers– into a whimper: “A- amazing, Sannie.”
You hear San sigh, and you’re sure it’s a sigh of awe, him watching your hand search for his so you can hold it. He intertwines the fingers immediately, and when he’s at your shorts with his other hand, fingers delving to where your hip fits perfectly into his hold, San begins peppering kisses on your abdomen, you falling apart into a tense, sensitive mess at the cause of his touch.
“Can you feel how my fingers and lips feel against your skin?”
You weakly nod, his thumb chafing over your skin, as San gets his hand out and touches you everywhere.
“Words, sun. Your pretty voice, I need it to continue, alright?”
“Yes, Sann–”, you answer, but you shudder, when San lets his digits dangle over your breast, ghost-like little grazes spreading over your torso, shoulders tucking in by themselves, as you feel it run over your back like your wings are expanding, “nngh-nie…”
“So soft, aren’t you, sun? So soft for me,” your boyfriend murmurs against your fuzzy tummy, and hooks his fingers into your waistband. You were intending to hum a forlorn ‘mhm’ to answer him again, but it comes out whimpered, after San lets his thumb, which is still anchored to your hand, slither over your cunt, his thumb tickling over your now even more sensitive nub.
“Can you feel how warm you are?”, he whispers, becoming a bit greedier with the kisses he’s spreading down your pelvis-bone, accompanying how carefully he’s sliding your clothing off, your skin being more and more revealed to his eye, while you live with the uncertainty of darkness in front of yours. “How do I feel like, Sannie?”, you ask him, hearing your own voice ricochet in your throat, your ears have become more conscious of sound.
“You feel like,” he whispers, and then, when the shorts have reached your knees, and San breathes against where your cunt is soaked in your panties, he purrs, “you’re mine.”
His voice condenses warmly there, like a sweat, and you clench just by how raw your boyfriend speaks. The thought of him seeing your soaked cunt also just makes you run hot, and if it wasn’t for his elbow keeping you open, you would’ve closed down on him.
“Y- yeah?”, you shudder, as it seems that San is breathing in the lust-sodden heat from between your legs.
“Would you like to say it for me, sun? I would love to hear it…”
“I’m.. I’m y-yours, Sannie,” you choke out, and you are really not meaning to be as shaky as you are, but just when you thought you knew what you were about to get touched at your erogenous area, San has somehow managed to hover over your body and has bit into your lip, the darkness in front of you feeling even more blurry in front of your eyes due to the sudden gesture. “Hmmn–!”
San chuckles. “Aww, relax, sunshine. Trust me, Y/N, okay? I won’t hurt you, but if I do, just tell me. I’ll stop immediately,” he reassures the safety you find yourself in, despite not seeing anything in front of you. As you nod and let out a confident “Yes, Sannie,” with a deep breath in, San hums and pinches your nipples.
“Sannie!”, you whine out, and your voice cracks, when you feel his tongue circle your bud and his eyelashes flutter against your eye-collar, seemingly soothing the little surprise with his warm saliva. “Yes, sunny? Do you want me to stop?”, San asks, his cocky grin unmissable in his voice, his other thumb tickling your nipple.
“N- no, I-I mean–”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
His voice is slightly lispy from how your nipples are stuck between his lips, San softly sucking them in, pecking your flesh around with cottony kisses.
“Yes, good… v-very.”
“More?”
“Yes, yes, more.”
“You’re so cute, Y/N,” San laughs throatily, and then traces your silhouette, making you even woolier than before, a little squirm leaving your mouth, when his thumb meets your feverish crotch. “Your sounds,” San sighs, and presses his lips against your neck, his upper body slightly weighing into yours, as it seems that he’s holding himself up by grabbing into the backrest of the couch, “are my drug, baby.”
“Mmm-hm,” you answer, trying to keep your mind where his voice leads you, but you’re too busy feeling how San’s fingers sift slowly through your folds, softly, carefully, feeling every inch of slick squelch warmly around his digit. “Fuuuck,” San grunts into your ear, circling his fingertip around your clit, causing you to grab his wrist that has wandered to the top of your head. You have to gulp, and your boyfriend takes it as a sign to go a bit slower on you, but it doesn’t stop San whispering things to make you spiral into a hypnosis. “Fuck, sunshine, you’re so fucking sexy…”
A whimper leaves your opened mouth, as San chuckles in awe and coats his fingers with more of your arousal. “Is this what happens when you watch me play, sun? Getting all wet for Sun Set?”
It feels like your head is going to fall off your neck, when you softly nod up and down, San’s finger continuing to make you clench by stroking over your clit. “Th- this is what happens when,” you murmur, pushing down on his wrist as your lower abdomen continues to flutter and his lips nibble at your neck, his tongue working around a sensitive spot, “wh- when my boyfriend kisses me and then ignores me for an hour…”
“Aww, ignoring you?”, San whispers, easing his fingertip at your entrance, your hot hole immediately tightening around him, “I could never ignore you, my love…”
“Hngh, I don’t think so, Sannie… You were so concentrated on your drums…”
San whispers out, “I’m sorry”, as he curves his finger a little, caressing your inner skin fondly. You feel how thick his digit is and your glutes tense up. It doesn’t stop you from speaking your truths though.
“It’s okay, Sannie… It looked so… fucking… hot.”
“Really?” Your boyfriend gasps, always loving how you sneak in some brass into your words, and sucks lovesomely at your neck, his humming vibrating against your pulse, his finger pushing in through your arousal that gives him an easy entrance. “So say again, I made your head hurt because I’m so ‘fucking hot’, sunny?”
“Mhm,” you answer, and after San’s whole finger curls inside, you mewl out, “you’re the hottest man there is, Sannie– you’re– you’re so hot I don’t know what to do with myself. Only you can make me feel like this…”
“Fuuck…”
Your words seem to rile your boyfriend up very much, it is getting very difficult for San to not immediately run his fingers in and out, maintaining a slow pace that you feel expanding your tightness. “S- Sannie, you… you make me so crazy,” you whine out, his fingertip grazing over your sweet-spot, making you clench, “You make me feel so amazing, y- you are amazing, such a good musician and boyfriend, baby, you’re– nmmmh~!”
San couldn’t help himself and had to finally kiss you, his plump lips encasing your mouth, tongue running over yours the second he’s able to find contact. The warmth of his sweet saliva floods your mouth and you have to moan in some air.
“‘mmmsorry, sunny,” San mumbles, and you’re so sure that there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips, when he knocks his head back. “Couldn’t wait. Hehe.”
His lips peck yours, as he’s working his finger inside you, rotating it around your deepest spot. Sighs leave your mouth every chance you get, as you try to not be overflowed by the pleasure that’s stirring your guts and cutting off your breath.
“You feel so good,” you breathe out, “Can you feel it too, Sannie?”
“Hmm?” San is more than a bit out of breath now, warming up the fabric over your eyes with the loud exhaling through his nose.
“Can you feel how… Can you feel how much I love you?”, you ask, but before San can answer you, you grip into his wrist again, gathering your confidence through your pleasure, “How fucking aroused I am because of you?”
“God, Y/N, I can feel it,” San huffs, and then pants with his cock twitching at your unforeseen blunt courage, “You’re so wet for me… Only for me… Oh, sunshine, I love you so much.”
Though you can’t see how he’s biting his lip in excitement, San is moving his finger in and out of your hole while shuffling to your lower body, gripping your ankles with his free hand to gently place them over his shoulders.
“Sun, can I eat you out first?”, San asks, his voice running warmly over your abdomen, as he licks his fingers clean, “You can wait for me, can’t you, Y/N?”
“Wait for you–?”, you whirr, feeling exactly how thick and calloused San’s finger is inside you, lubed up by his spit, not being able to feel anything else, “Wait for wh- what?”
“Wait for me to fuck you, because right now, sunshine, I want to, god no, I need to eat you out, please, baby.”
Overwhelmed by his sudden lust-soaked rambling, you’re left with no other chance than to search for San’s neck, trail up his head and grab your boyfriend by his hair, let it tangle between your fingers, as San breathes against your dripping pussy. “Mnhh, do whatever you want tonight, Sannie. I want you to.”
“I want you, Y/N. ‘Want you so fucking much, sun… God, I don’t know how I waited, either.”
You chuckle and feel how the couch brushes against your back, leaving some phantom scratching there, after San pulls you closer by your hips, his forearms stationed around your pelvic bone.
“... So worth though, fuck.”
A sigh escapes your opened mouth, as San licks up your cunt one time, his hot tongue gliding up the wetness with ease. “Hngh,” you grunt, pulling San’s hair, and since your boyfriend hasn’t re-entered his finger, you clench around nothing, needing to be stuffed again, preferably by his cock.
“You taste so fucking good,” San grunts back, already sounding like he’s drunk and delirious, lapping over your clit with his tongue while panting like a dog, “so so fucking delicious, sunny.”
“S- Sannie, oh my god,” you react to how your boyfriend sprints over your sensitive nub, your heightened senses drowning you in your own slick, as you hear how San’s tongue creates squelching, wet sounds.
“What am I?”, San asks tauntingly. It seems he’s found some fun in the manner you’re tripping over your own words at the cause of his tongue. You don’t need to see him to know he’s grinning, you can feel that he’s enjoying himself by how his chuckle heats up your cunt even more. “Tell me, sunny, what am I?”
“You’re so– good! Sannie! Fuck, Sannie, you’re gonna make me–”
“Make you cum? Already?”, San grins, his fingers working you a beat that could only be described as irregular, him pumping in and out and licking you up and down so fast, he leaves you no time to recover from the last thunderous pleasure. “God, I love you so much, ‘m gonna make you cum so fucking often, all the time,” San murmurs, letting his mind roam free, your arousal coating his lips and tongue, while you tug his hair to keep yourself from choking on your own breath, as it becomes more stagnated and needier, filling out your lungs with helpless pleas.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, oh my god,” you whimper, eyes rolling back that you are seeing bliss and bliss only.
“Gonna cum?”, San husks and thrums against your sweet spot until your thighs tense up, “are you cumming, sunny?”, his fingers continuing to ram into you, “cumming for me?”
“Yes, uh- oh my god, yes, yes, yes–”, it splurts out of you, “yes, yes, yes, YES!”
“Thaaaat’s it…”
You push your legs together, San’s head clutched between your thighs, as his tongue runs over your clit that little stars begin to form in front of your unseeing eyes, your first orgasm resonating through your body, his voice vibrating on your cunt.
“Good girl…”
“F- f- fuck,” you whimper, your stomach crunching together, and you feel San’s thumb caress your abdomen, as he places wet kisses all across your pussy.
“Sannie,” you breathe out, falling to the back in exhaustion, as your boyfriend pulls away and kisses all of your legs down to the calves, folding you together even more.
“Yes, sun?”, he asks, and massages your hips.
“I wanna see you, Sannie...”
“Oh yeah?”, San chuckles.
You nod and tug at the bandana around your eyes, but it’s too tight. “Please, Sannie, I wanna see you so bad… I wanna see my handsome boyfriend,” you murmur, your cunt still pulsating between your legs, barely recovered from your orgasm.
“Yeah?”, San hums and leans forward, his jeans pressed against your wetness, as he gets his hands behind your head and loosens up the knot. “Careful, sun,” he whispers, kissing your temple, as he slowly removes the fabric from your eyelids, the dimmed lights flickering into your vision.
“There you go,” San hums and slides the bandana away, letting it sit behind your head, as he looks down at you. Your eyes struggle to see immediately and you have to strain your eyebrows, but your boyfriend patiently just watches your pretty face get used to seeing again. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” you answer and blink with some force. San slithers his hand against your neck, his thumb sitting at your jaw, as your eyesight assuredly returns.
There he is, grinning, just like you expected him to, but what you didn’t expect is how absolutely messy you’ve made him. His red, fiery hair is disheveled, ruffled, sticking out to all kinds of directions, his lips are puffy and still wet from kissing you and eating you out, his thin breath leaving his mouth.
“Felt good, huh?”, San asks, rather rhetorically, as you subconsciously lean your face into his handhold, in awe of how handsome your boyfriend is and how lucky you are he’s yours, as his lips peck yours.
“Mhm,” you chuckle, a bit weakly, but with your hands skidding along his sweaty silhouette, it should become quite clear that you’re not finished. “I want more, Sannie, please.”
“Aww, can’t get enough of me?”, your boyfriend croons and lets another hand slide behind your waist to– “I’ll get you all you want, my love,” make you sit on his lap, or rather on his abs, after he tilts his body to the back with you in his arms and scuffs his baggy pants from his legs.
“Speaking of which, I thought we might wait until we’re home,” San admits and kicks his jeans away, “so I got no condoms on me, sunshine.”
“Mmm, Sannie, you know we’re okay,” you smile and kiss him. “Your bandmates don’t care about stuff like this…”
“Sorry for caring about you?”, San grins and pinches the tip of your nose. “So you’re fine with me just pulling out, yeah?”, he asks, as if you haven’t talked about this over and over again, but you keep on that smile and caress his cheek.
“Yes, Sannie. It’s all okay, and I want you so bad right now, please.”
“Alright,” San smirks and kisses you back, propping up his legs, so you slide onto his crotch.
“How do you want it?”, he asks, and you can feel how hard and throbbing hot he is in his boxer shorts, as you grind on his length. “I-I don’t know, Sannie, I want it all,” you laugh, airily, your slick adding to the wet patch that has been created by his pre-cum.
“You wanna watch me how I fuck into you?”, San prompts, and kisses your collarbones. “Uh-huh,” you sigh and throw your head to the back. “Please fuck me so you can see what a mess you make me, Sannie.”
San laughs. “I already saw that, sun,” he says, playfully teasing you, and gently grabs your legs, so he can lift you up and get his legs away from the couch and his feet on the floor.
You sit on the couch how a couch is supposed to be used, your back leaning into the cushion, San now standing in front of you, cups his own erection through his boxer shorts, grunting into his hand.
“This is your fault,” he says, snickering, pulling off his underwear, his cock bolting out, after it passes his waistband. “God, Y/N, how could I ever concentrate on my drums when I have my perfect girlfriend sitting in front of me, huh?”
You press your lips together, ignoring the fact that Sun Set can, in fact, concentrate on his drums, but San is merely explaining to you that with every song he plays passionately, uses his all of his body to accompany the music with energy, you, Y/N, live in his mind to excite him.
San gets your legs between his arms, anchoring your inner knees at his bicep, and your hand works automatically to grab his erection and pump it.
Realizing you haven’t given him an answer because you were just too amazed by his body, you inhale to speak, but San leans down and kisses you solicitously.
“Sunshine,” he breathes out, looking you deep in the eye, as his forehead is almost pressed against yours, “can you put it in by yourself?”
You lick your lips, the last kiss lingering ardently on the flesh and lead San’s cockhead to where your cunt is waiting, ready for his girth.
“Sunny,” San grunts, and as your hole stretches out with his pelvis driving inwards, he kisses you on your neckline repeatedly. “I love you so much, I love how you sound, feel and look like, how good you are to me,” he rambles, immediately sinking into a place of pleasure. “I love everything about you, Y/N.”
He may not be a singer, not even a background vocal, but off-stage, San always makes sure you know what a great girlfriend you are by moaning, whimpering and groaning it, sometimes just to himself– mindlessly thrusting into you, or directly into your ear, so his voice buzzes through your head.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you whine, head falling to the back and bouncing against the backrest after his whole length is inside you, “So good, Sannie, please don’t stop.”
San confirms your comfort and hauls his hips backwards to snap inside again with a slight smack against your hamstrings. You both moan and once San has found a steady pace, the room fills with your voices and sounds of your skin meeting in a clap.
“Harder,” you grunt, and this is San’s command he will never not listen to, even when he’s still working his hips in and out of you, figuring out a way to comply immediately. He grins wide and goes through his hair, before he leans deeper into your body, taking a step closer as he does so– repeating your words by chuckling, “harder?”, folding your knees together and pushing them over to the side.
“Y- yes, please.”
“Harder,” San repeats again, and exhales the word out his mouth, his hand gripping into your hip. “As,” he grunts, thrusting into your cunt with all he’s got, “you,” again, while fixating you in place, “wish,” and again, “my love.”
You both inhale some air, but out of your mouth, it comes out a distorted moan, when San picks up in speed and rams himself into you with no mercy, barely any opportunities to secure yourself on the cushion beneath you. The couch begins to squeak with San’s rough movement, your body being rocked over, and your head becomes light, the expanding tickle in your abdomen binding itself together into a knot of pure pleasure that’s preparing to release.
Silence is sweet, but clamor can be so savory; the sounds of the springs under the cushions mix up with his stagnated gasping, and with San’s absolute undefeatable sense for rhythm makes it sound like he’s creating a drumbeat with his body, the couch bangs against the wall, increasingly sending your brain into overdrive. San’s cockhead hits the deepest spot in your cunt repeatedly, over and over again, pushing your buttons that makes you feel like your thoughts are leaving your head within your whiny moans.
“Oh, fuuu-uuuck,” you gutter, voicing out your pleasure through all of the rutting, your eyes disappearing behind your head, and San’s neck shimmers in sweat, his Adam’s apple glistening, as he unfalteringly shoves forward and outward, grunts and groans reverberating in his throat. His face is tightened together, mouth remaining open, as he watches you slowly lose it, the prettiest of sounds entering his ear which boost his stamina.
“Fuck, sun, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpers and rams himself through you, his hips working desperately for his release, ignoring how the couch is being unsettled and broken with each of his hard thrusts, and his hand is dug so deep in your hip, the skin has turned slightly red. “Are you cumming?”, he grunts, and despite how much your head is bobbing anyway, you nod and whine out, “yes, yes, yes, Sannie, I’m cumming–!”
Your eyelids feel heavy, and your body floats in orchestral pleasure as you cum on San’s relentless cock, gripping into the couch with your fingernails, as your back arches, cunt tightening around San.
“God, baby, I love you so much, I love you so so much, Y/N, my sunshine, my–”
San pistons his cock into your puffy pussy with an unmeasurable speed, the shrill squeaking of the springs overtoning his needy whines, the banging against the wall being resemblant of his rough body-movement, and droplets of sweat drop of your body, as your boyfriend pulls your over by your hip. His hot cum spurts out and lands on his own abs, as well on your stomach, and you heave in exhaustion, laughing weakly.
His hand pumps out the last drops of ejaculation out his cock, and even if his cock remains hard and twitching, San falls to the front and hugs your sweaty body, kissing your cheek and lip alternately.
“That was,” you chuckle, watching how San has to brush his drenched mane to the back, “amazing, Sannie.”
“Yeah?”, your boyfriend asks and strokes your shoulder. “You forgive me?”
“Hm?”
“For the headaches, sun. Do you feel better now?”
You snicker and share a short, but very gentle kiss with San. “I feel so good, Sannie, thank you.”
His dimples pop out and San fetches your clothes, whilst rubbing his head against yours, nuzzling his temple into your scalp. “I’m glad I could relieve you, sunshine.”
San turns his head around and searches for something to clean up the cum with, and all he finds is his bandana on the couch. “Hey, I’ll wash this, alright?”, he laughs, when you send him a judgmental look, and to calm you down he pecks your forehead.
“Help me get my clothes on, please,” you murmur, and as you feel your body going lax, San immediately grabs your underwear, shorts and his hoodie so you don’t feel cold again. “Mm, I should get you more of my stuff,” he smiles, after he’s put the oversized clothing on you, “you look so cute in my hoodie, sunny.”
“Really?”, you answer, voice guttural, feeling a bit sheepish under San’s affectionate gaze, you being the only one that’s clothed, while he remains pretty much naked, skin sweaty and steaming.
“Yes, love, but honestly, you always look amazing, Y/N...”
Your eyes were drooping down, but you couldn’t have missed how San’s voice was deeper and huskier than it should have been.
“Baby… Please… I’m exhausted…”
When you squint, San is licking and biting his lower lip and because he is so exposed, you can see how his cock is glistening again, while you can only leave out a sigh. Your boyfriend’s stamina and energy should be studied…
“Sorry, you’re just so hot,” San chuckles out and gets his boxer shorts on. “Body and mind do what they want sometimes.”
“... And you want me, I get it, okay… God, Sannie.”
“Yeah. I want you so much.”
You, sat on the couch, watch him again, Sun Set, how he’s scratching his neck, his impassioned pulse beating in his muscular chest, beating for your gaze, you, his girlfriend’s voice, your words, your entrancing existence, the melody that guides him through his life.
A playful chuckle whirs in the silent practice room, and your eyes meet his, as you look up to San.
“I guess we’ve got to take a shower at home.”
Give me a command, and I'll do what you ask
'Cause my favorite music's your "Uh, uh"
Genre: your classic summer romance with a sprinkle of soft smut
Summary: you weren’t expecting much when the air got warmer and the days got longer, but you swore the sun shined a little bit brighter the summer you met choi jongho.
Word Count: 3k
A/N: hi, yes, hello! I return with a gift of jongho lovin’ 🥹 bc we could all use some choi jongho in our lives rn after the recent injury announcement, am I right??? 😪 I recommend listening to “Sweetbitter” by RIO while reading. 18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍
Warnings: wholesomely romantic smut, fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, reader is kind of a hot mess in her feels, but aren’t we all?
Proofread: Kind of? You know the drill. If you see a mistake, no you don’t.
You’ve always hated endings. Nothing good ever came from them. There’s something about the finality of it all that riddled you with anxiety and had your heart hold on for dear life every time. To be fair, you always seemed to be the one who cared a little more than you should. To put it simply, your heart was just too grand for this world, and those who left you knew that. You fell into the same game of chess you found yourself playing time and time again, in and out of relationships, platonic and romantic alike. It was like you were a beacon for those who needed temporary comfort, that looking different to each individual. However, when you no longer benefited them, they left.
You saw the pattern, you really did. But you were too stubborn to admit defeat each time. So, you ignored it all together. You just assumed everyone would be the same, so why try to understand it when you saw the inevitable from miles away anyways? It was unavoidable, and you certainly were not one to go up against something as monstrous as change. So, you made peace with the thought of short and sweet relationships, learning not to attach yourself to anyone anymore. You wouldn’t allow your heart to crumble like it had in the past. It took you way too long to put it all back together, not even sure if all the pieces were actually there in the mended mess within your chest.
However, this time it was different. You weren’t sure how exactly, but you could feel that it was. It was when you heard the bell to the front door chime, and the small voice that greeted your coworker that your heart started hammering. The softness of his words, the contemplative hum when asked if he preferred a to-go cup or a waffle cone today, and the sweet “thank you,” once you heard his receipt print.
Choi Jongho.
“You’re late,” you teased, peaking your head out from behind the polka dotted curtain that served as a barrier between your makeshift break room area and the parlor, your eyes meeting him from behind the counter. The boy in question took a bite from his ice cream cup, the yellow spoon he held looked comically small in his hand.
“I’m sorry, I had some last minute things to pick up before tomorrow.” You frowned, remembering why today was different than all the other days you spent with Jongho this summer. He was going back to school tomorrow. Which meant he was leaving you, like everyone else had. Part of you hated that you continued to see him since you first met at the beginning of the summer. He made it perfectly clear that he was just here for the summer to get away from the city. At first, you wanted nothing to do with him. But, when he started coming into the parlor every few days with his gummy smile shining brighter than the sun itself, the excuses eventually ran out and the truth that he just wanted to see you revealed itself. Of course, you couldn’t help that you had fallen so undeniably hard for him.
But you wouldn’t tell him that.
“I guess it’s fine,” you playfully pushed your shoulder into his as you passed him walking towards the exit “but that just means you’re buying dinner tonight.” He chuckled, and followed right behind you in tandem, but not before flashing you a knowing grin.
“Naturally.”
—
Your nights had blurred together over the summer. You spent most of your time together cooped up in your apartment, you and Jongho not caring to go out very much. You were happy watching a movie on the couch or staying up until dawn telling stories and secrets you didn’t have anyone else to share them with. You were thankful to have met Jongho. He was a sweet escape from reality, and it felt mutual for once. It was definitely a bittersweet evening as you two sat across from one another, chicken and beer being the meal of choice as you reminisced about your time spent together the past two months.
“Short and sweet.” You kept telling yourself. “You’re used to this.” So why did it sting more than it usually did?
“I have a question for you,” Jongho said as he wiped the chicken grease off of his fingers, placing all his trash in the takeout bag on the floor next to your bed.
“Somehow, that scares me.” You joked, but an underlying sense of fear was laced between your words. He sensed it, but didn’t mention it as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow while his feet dangled off the end of the bed. You got up to take everything into the kitchen and froze when you heard him speak up a bit louder so you couldn’t miss the question.
“Why are you so against endings?” There it was. You sighed, recalling when you first met one another that you had expressed this fear to him briefly. He didn’t push you to explain, but for some reason unbeknownst to you, you felt like he deserved an answer now.
“Because,” you sat back down cross legged next to him in the dimly lit bedroom, fiddling with your fingers while you felt his gaze on you never falter. He waited patiently for you to continue. “They’re just so…final.” He hummed in response, breathing in deeply as he calculated his response.
“But they don’t have to be,” he began, your gaze fixed on a stain on the wall that you hadn’t noticed before. “They can be the middle man that needs to make room for something else. Endings are so crucial because they show you that whatever happened, happened for a reason, but wasn’t meant to be permanent. Which is also okay. With that, it’s an opportunity for a new beginning perhaps.”
“But how will I know?”
“You just will. You’ll feel it in here,” he placed the palm of his hand above your left breast, feeling the steady beat of your heart under his touch. “You think you know when something that has to come to an end in your life is bad, because you assume it will turn out that way. But,” he paused, and brought his hand up to your cheek to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen from your eye, unbeknownst to you, with his thumb. “It’s not always bad. It’s just clearing the path for something better to come along.” You nodded, hearing his words but having a hard time accepting them, the lump that had lodged itself in your throat was clear evidence of that fact.
“Everyone,” you started, the words getting stuck on your tongue as you wiped the tears that had begun to free fall and leave salty tracks on your cheeks. “Everyone I’ve ever cared for has left. So much so that I’ve just stopped caring altogether and have become accustomed to not feeling at all.”
“That’s not true,” He stated matter-of-factly. Your eyebrows furrowed, a small smile appearing across his features. “I just think you’re a very guarded person, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” He reached out and grabbed your hand, rubbing slow comforting crescents into the back of your hand with his thumb. “However, you shouldn’t fear all endings.”
“What good could come from an ending?” His eyes looked down between the two of you before coming back up to meet your own.
“Well,” he scooted closer to you, the small grin reappearing on his face. “For example, the end of summer means the beginning of fall. That’s not so bad is it?” You shook your head, your heart beginning to beat wildly in your chest as he slowly inched closer to you. “And,” he placed one hand on your cheek, caressing his finger across the softness of your skin and down to your chin. “I would like to end hiding our feelings for one another, so we can maybe begin something together,” he said lowly, his face now in your space, his breath warm on your lips as he painfully ghosted his lips against yours. “That doesn’t sound so bad either, does it?” Your breath hitched, not really sure what to do with Jongho this close to you while he confessed his feelings so outwardly, honestly, unapologetically. You shook your head again in response, not sure when your voice decided to abandon you. “Can I kiss you now?” He whispered, waiting for your approval to close the gap that you so desperately wanted him to do. You nodded, afraid to speak because you weren’t sure what would come out if you did. “Okay,” he said under his breath, and just like that, his lips pressed delicately to yours. It was soft, sweet, small, but so inviting. He pulled away and blinked a few times, the fondness he had been hiding all this time pouring out of him. “I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” He chuckled, eyes honest and so, so soft for you. Before you could even form a thought, your lips were back on his, this time you were not going to be holding back. You wanted to let your walls down so he could climb over and bury his love in the sacred garden of your heart.
“I don’t want to rush into anything, but I need to feel your hands on me. I just want, need, to touch you. Everywhere. Now. Please.” He was taken off guard by your rushed confession, he pulled back and eyed you, trying to read into your words to find why there was so much desperation behind them.
“But, tomorrow-” he began, but you pressed your finger to his lips to silence him.
“I’m tired of fighting. Myself, my feelings, everything. Letting people into my life was terrifying, but you somehow turn my world upside down, Choi Jongho.” You stated firmly, more so for yourself than for him. You looked into his chocolate eyes and felt your entire body melt under his gaze. You couldn’t deny how Jongho made you feel any longer. “I don’t care that you’re leaving tomorrow. I just care about us right here, right now. Somehow, I just know this isn’t really the end. I trust you. I trust this,” you gestured between the two of you. He placed his palm against your cheek and had his lips reconnected to yours without hesitation, your confession being enough for him.
“I want this. I want us.” He declared against your tongue, the warmth of affection blooming within your chest as you pulled him down on top of you, your back pressing gently into the mattress beneath you.
“I’m yours, Jongho. I always have been. Ever since you walked through those parlor doors two months ago.” You dragged your fingers lightly up and down his back, tracing invisible patterns onto his tanned skin as his mouth placed barely there kisses along your neck, collarbone and any available skin he could find. His fingers danced their way to the hem of your tshirt and he looked up at you through his eyelashes.
“May I remove these?” He looked down at your shirt and shorts you had changed into only a few hours prior. “They’re in my way.” You giggled at his frustration, nodding in approval. His fingers grazed the soft skin of your sides as he lifted the fabric up and off of you. He sat back and stared at you for a moment, drinking in the sight before him. “God, you’re beautiful.” He proclaimed, like you stole his breath away in that moment with just your beauty. He quickly took his shirt and jeans off, discarding them onto the floor somewhere, his anxiously awaiting fingers twitching at the thought of touching you everywhere. Without hesitation, his hands were back on you, running up and down your sides, feeling every curve and edge, taking in every sensation under his fingertips. “You’re as soft as flower petals.” He spoke into your skin, his lips immediately reconnecting to it as he peppered wet kisses down your chest and to your tummy. He groaned when his achingly hard member brushed against your leg, the wet spot on his briefs the tell tale sign that he wanted you just as badly as you had wanted him.
“Jongho, I need you.” Your hands fumbled at his waistband and slid his briefs down, his cock springing out, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. He hovered over you, one of his hands disappearing to move the lace aside so he could run his finger between your folds. Your sighed, eyes closing at the sensation of his warm finger playing at your entrance. You soon felt him sink his digits into you slowly, allowing you to become accustomed to the stretch. He began to pump in and out of you at an agonizing pace, his eyes hooded as they watched you squirm under just the touch of his fingers. He removed the thin fabric from your body and dipped back down to press another sloppy kiss to your awaiting mouth.
“You have me.” He whispered against your lips. He removed his fingers once he could feel the spot he needed and positioned himself above you, his tip at your entrance. “You have all of me.” He said as he pushed himself inside of you, both of you moaning lowly once he bottomed out. He laid himself on top of you, taking both of your hands and positioning your arms above your head as he intertwined your fingers. His lips were back on yours as he began to thrust lovingly into you, pulling completely out and sinking right back in. Feeling your walls engulf him completely over and over again sent heat waves through your veins, the fire igniting in your abdomen almost immediately with overwhelming emotions. The way he kissed you like you were star crossed lovers reuniting, the way he held you firmly but gently as he thrusted slowly but as deep as he possibly could into you so you could feel every inch of him.
“Jongho, I’m gonna-” you breathed into his mouth, squeezing his hands on either side of your head. Your back arched, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot, which resulted in him swallowing your moans as he felt you clench around him. He relished in how melodic his name sounded rolling off the top of your tongue while you orgasmed, costing his dick with your slick. His thrusts began to fall out of the rhythm he made for himself, your name pouring from his lips like honey. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his small whimpers filling your ear and making you aware of the overstimulation your core was feeling as he reached his peak. He soon followed with his release, his hot seed spilling into you as he rode his orgasm out. Once he emptied himself into you, he collapsed on top of you, cock going flaccid inside of you as your sweaty bodies stuck together. Both of your chests were rising and falling at a rapid pace in unison as your fingers found his hair, combing through it affectionately.
“That ending wasn’t so bad either,” he panted, an honest chuckle leaving his lips. You swatted at him weakly, your own laugh betraying you as it escaped your chest. You laid there with him splayed against your chest, his hands tangling within your hair. The only sound that soon filled the room was the way his hummingbird heart sang, and oh, how it only sang for you.
—
“I’ll call you. Every day.” A sad smile spread across Jongho’s face as he looked down at the train ticket in his hand.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He played with your fingers, his eyes on the floor between you two. Neither of you wanted him to go, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. You pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes as you took a moment to memorize his musky sandalwood perfume that had surely seeped into your sheets from last night. You felt him lift away from you, his lips pressing firmly to the spot his head previously rested on. The lingering kiss he left you had your stomach in knots, but you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t all good. A part of you still feared goodbyes, but this time was different.
Jongho was different.
When you both heard the announcement for the train’s arrival, you parted. Your eyes met one last time, mutual looks of longing exchanged between the two of you. He leaned down as the train came to an approach, his lips slotting with yours for one final time.
“I’ll see you around.” He pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you did not dare mention the tears forming in his eyes. He turned away and boarded, but once seated, he looked out the window and back at you. He breathed against the glass to fog it up, his finger drawing a small heart for you to see. You felt a wet chuckle form in your throat, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you both waved at one another, the train pulling him further and further away from you. You stood there for a moment until the train was but a mere dot in your vision, feet refusing to move and accept the reality that Jongho was now gone.
You walked through the station, feet dragging you along as you felt your heart sinking within your rib cage. You took your phone out of your pocket when you felt it buzz and you swore your heart grew wings and flew away when you saw the text.
“Here’s to our new beginning.”
You felt the warmth spread throughout your chest, fondness bleeding from your veins. Visions of the previous night replayed in your head as you headed out of the station, phone clutched to your heart as you felt it beat for the boy on that had stolen your heart this summer.
You’ve always hated endings. But this time, you didn’t really seem to mind.
» summary: Getting paired with Wooyoung, notorious half-asser and asshole, on your midterm assignment must’ve been karma for something you’ve done in the past, cause god did you luck out bad. He’s constantly late to your meetings, hardly does any work, and on top of that, he teases you like no another. You can’t stand him. Until one day, a storm comes, brewing unfamiliar feelings amongst you two, and what you thought you knew had honestly just turned out to be deja vu.
» word count: ~ 9k (i actually have no idea, i just know it’s long)
» genre & warnings: non-idol au, asshole (most of the time) wooyoung, sub (sometimes) reader, dry humping, grinding, praises, unprotected sex (BAD, DON’T DO IT), rough sex, cream pie, ass & tit slapping, major teasing (both sexually and socially), orgasm denial x3, edging, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, reader has a younger face but is of age, mentions of bff!seonghwa, reader is unintentionally cute, minor peer pressure (helps reader get out of her shell/pushy roommate), heavy make out session, whiny wooyoung, sensitive reader
» a/n: when i tell you i am in love with this kind of wooyoung
You got him as your partner? Good fucking luck with that.
Be ready to do your half of the load, plus his.
You knew this would happen.
So how come you’re still surprised when at 6:45, Wooyoung strolls into the library, a drink in one hand and his laptop in the other, looking as if he’s ready to work. He should’ve been here 45 minutes ago.
You peer up from your own screen and can’t help but scowl at the boy. Wooyoung also notices you, and instead of feigning remorse a cheesy grin spreads across.
“Look at you being all studious.” He reaches the table you occupied and plops down next to you, parts of his drink splashing onto your bare arm, “How much have you gotten done?”
Adjusting your laptop screen, you hardly spare him a glance as you go back to typing, “Honestly, not that much. It’s hard coming up with research on my own.”
You hope the bitterness came through in your tone and judging by the way Wooyoung guffaws, you could tell it did. He just didn’t care.
“Y/N-ah, why’re you being so cold to me?” His voice is playful, lighthearted even, speaking as if the two of you were friends. Which you’re most certainly not.
Instead of replying, you let your fingers do the talking as they slap the keyboard with clicks, a reminder that you guys need to work and not converse. Does he think you actually want to spend your Friday working on some stupid project? One that’s worth a large chunk of your grade at that.
“I brought you something to drink.” He shoves the cup in your face and you can see the liquid start to turn more opaque as the ice melts. It’s also like 70% gone. Having enough, you harshly face him, the sudden movement causing him to buck backwards.
“Wooyoung, you need to get to work and stop playing around. We don’t have time for this, especially when you decided to show up almost an hour late.” You try to sound authoritative, but that in itself is a bit of a problem for you. Your voice has always been softer than most, so when you do try to take charge, you often get ‘awwws’ of how cute you sound. And you hated that.
It also doesn’t help that you have a rounder and softer looking face for someone your age. If you could count on your fingers the amount of times someone’s asked if you’re touring your college instead of attending it - with them thinking you’re a high schooler, well, you’d probably put around 3 fingers down. But the analogy still stands.
Wooyoung’s no different, him holding back a smile from the way your eyebrows would furrow and how your nose would scrunch whenever you exhibit anger. He found it endearing, actually.
“Okay...you’re clearly mad at me-”
“How can I not be?” You exclaim, “It’s been a week of us working on this project together, and somehow you manage to show up late every time, but it’s never been past 30 minutes. You’re even the one who told me to be here at 6!”
“I have a good reason for being late though.”
With that, you push your computer forwards and lean back in your chair arms crossed, entertaining whatever nonsense was about to spew out of his mouth, “Oh please, I’d love to hear this.”
He mocks your stance, “I was getting chased by a girl.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. You give him a deadpanned expression which causes him to whine.
“No seriously! I was.” In a flash, he pulls out his phone and puts it out for you to see a string of messages.
5:48 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- HYUNG!!!
- i need your help asap
5:49 PM
SEONGHWA:
- huh?
- what’d you do?
5:51 PM:
WOOYOUNG:
- the girl from last weekend’s pissed at me and is looking for me all over campus
- can i pls hide in your dorm?
5:51 PM:
SEONGHWA:
- tf did you do to piss her off?
5:52 PM:
WOOYOUNG:
- i’ll explain later just please let me hideout at your place
- i heard she has a knife
5:52 PM:
SEONGHWA:
- okay fine
5:53 PM:
WOOYOUNG:
- thank you!!
- i’m already outside your door
Admittedly, you were left dumbfounded. So maybe he did have a reason today, but that doesn’t excuse all of the other times. Wooyoung slips his phone back into his hoodie pocket while you go to ask the obvious question.
“What did you do to make this girl mad?”
He blows out a hard breath, as if even thinking about her is such a hassle, “We hooked up last week and I told her I didn’t wanna see her again. So, this is how she reacted.”
You purse your lips out, “Well, maybe she was hoping to gain something out of it. You know, there are nicer ways to phrase ‘I’m not ready for a relationship’ that don’t involve the girl getting hurt.”
“Why should I care about her feelings?” His words are icy, though it seems to be directed towards you, “I told her upfront I didn’t want anything more, it was only supposed to be sex. I asked her if she could handle that and she said yes. If she went ahead and caught something for me, that’s not my fucking problem.”
Once he was done, Wooyoung reels himself in. The realization that you weren’t, in fact, the psycho chick that had been chasing after him earlier dawns on him as you silently nod in agreement. If he had been clear on his intentions since the start, then there wasn’t really much you could say against him.
“I didn’t know that, sorry for jumping to conclusions.” You sound more sad then you meant to and reach out for your computer.
After a beat his sour look turns sweet again, another playful smile returning, “Oh Y/N-ah, don’t apologize for that. I’m sorry for getting worked up.”
“Your frustrations understandable, especially if you’d been real with her from the beginning. Frankly, she should’ve expected that.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to work again, now noticing the time hit 7:18 PM. You had about 12 minutes to get Wooyoung to do something, but that probably won’t happen.
He cheers your name loudly, happy that you and him agree on a topic for once and the librarian on standby hisses at him to quiet down while throwing a nasty glare.
The two of you exchange glances before both quietly laughing, you going back to finishing one of your paragraphs for your thesis while he simply sat and watched.
«—————————»
The next time you were supposed to meet with Wooyoung, you receive a text from him hours before your designated time.
12:07 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- pls no library today
12:09 PM
YOU:
- what was wrong with it last time?
12:10 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- the old hag yelled at me
- i’m not dealing with that again
12:11 PM
YOU:
- well tbh you aren’t the quietest person to have around
12:11 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- sorry we all cant be mouses like you
12:13 PM
YOU:
- ignoring that
- how about the cafe nearby?
12:14 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- ugh the coffees gross
- and psycho chick works there
- hell. no.
12:15 PM
YOU:
- oh then def not there, where do you wanna meet then?
12:17 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- just come over to my apartment
- i would suggest your place but i don’t feel like going out
12:18 PM
YOU:
- what if i don’t feel like going out
12:18 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- who wears the pants in this friendship?
12:20 PM
YOU:
- there is no friendship
12:21 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- still don’t wanna admit we’re friends…..
- it’s bad enough you pretend to not know who i am around others
- makes me sad
12:24 PM
YOU:
- does it actually?
12:26 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- no 😛
- come over at 7
12:27 PM
YOU:
- alright fine
Even though you agreed to 7, you actually intended on getting there around 7:10. Hopefully the taste of his own karma would help him learn to respect others times and not waste a second of it.
Throughout the day, while doing your mundane tasks, the text messages between you and Wooyoung keep circling your thoughts. Mainly towards the end.
You and him haven’t established a clear relationship, so that’s why you denied his friendship claim. In all honesty, he just didn’t seem like one to you. But after what happened at the library, a part of you can possibly start to think differently.
Yet your mind races at the possibility you had actually hurt his feelings. It’s not a secret that you two are partners, so whenever you do deny his existence, many people laugh off your comment as a joke. Which for the most part it is. Had you been going too far with that?
Then again, this is Wooyoung you’re talking about. He hardly takes anything serious. Not even a project that’s worth more than half of his final grade. You’re probably just overthinking it, no need to stress out over this.
Telling yourself that, you continue to busy yourself with random tasks till around 6:30, which also happens to be the time your roommate arrives back from wherever she had left early this morning.
“Hey, where are you about to go?”
She asks as she notices you picking out a sweatshirt to wear, already having on light flared jeans. She comes up behind you and lands a loud smack on your ass and you fake cry. This is not a first time offense.
“Wooyoung wants to meet at his place for our project.” You look between two sweatshirts in your hands, a light grey and black.
Your roommate throws herself onto your bed since hers is barely visible due to the abundance of clothes occupying it. But then she pauses for a moment, rethinking over what you just said, “Wait, you’re going to his apartment?”
You nod absentmindedly, still deciding on which clothing option to wear.
“Is he trying to fuck you?”
Now that snaps you out and you dart your eyes to her, “What?! Absolutely not.”
She sits up now, legs crisscrossed as she becomes engross in the conversation, “Y/N, he 100% is! You’ve guys been studying at the same two places for the past week, now suddenly he wants to change locations? To a more secluded place? Sounds sketchy as hell.”
You’re quick to discard that, “It’s because he doesn’t wanna go out today. Plus, Wooyoung has his reasonings for not liking our usual spots.”
Her eyes do a dramatic roll, “Right, just as I’m sure he had his reasonings for being an hour late last Friday.”
You had been texting your roommate up until Wooyoung’s arrival, frustration running into the ground. But you also told her he had a legit excuse later on. So, she’s clearly not the biggest fan of him.
“Don’t say such things. And besides the seclusion will probably help us work better.” You finally choose to go with the black sweatshirt and put back the grey.
“Or it’ll help when your screaming his name and no one will be around to hear it.”
“Hey!”
She throws her hands up innocently, though nothing’s innocent about what’s coming out of her mouth, “I’m just saying! The possibility isn’t a no.”
“To me it is! Plus, he doesn’t even see me like that. Just as a friend…..sorta. Well, that’s not really the case for me. But it’s- you know what, never mind.” You finish putting on the sweatshirt and do your go-to style for your hair, something quick.
“Okay, well can you at least prepare better just in case you guys are gonna bone?”
You just shake your head in disbelief that this conversation is even happening, while she gets up and begins rummaging through the pile on her bed. When her hands come out again, they’re gripping a lacy tank top and matching underwear.
If you thought this couldn’t get any worse, it just has significantly.
“You’re not serious….” You shake your head once more, disbelief clouding your mind again.
“Y/N go put this on right now!” Before you had a chance to protest, she’s pushing you into your closet, throwing the clothes at you before locking the door and turning the lights on from outside.
“You’re crazy! I thought you don’t even like Wooyoung, why’re you so on board with this non-existent idea?!” You yell.
“Cause, even if he is an asshole, he’s still hot! And the perfect gateway into the hookup culture you’ve always wanted to be apart of since freshman year!”
You mentally curse yourself for wanting to have a ‘hoe phase’ and for sharing that with your roommate. That was forever ago anyways, surely she would’ve realized you grew up since then. Once you realize your roommate is dead set on not letting you out, you sigh annoyingly. She is insane.
But as you begin to caress the fabric, your mind begins to race. You had absolutely no intention of getting with Wooyoung, not now or ever. You don’t even consider him a friend! Yeah, he’s extremely attractive, and maybe even your type.
However, that doesn’t make up for how much he irks your soul, and you could swear up and down that you dislike him.
Maybe that’s why it would be perfect, the voice inside of you starts, no extra feelings attached, and no one has to get hurt like psycho crazy girl.
You bit your lip at the thought. Would he even hook up with someone like you? You don’t think you’re exactly his type.
………oh who’re you kidding, he’d probably mess with anything that has a hole.
“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it. If not, then let it ago.” Your roommate adds more encouragement.
Suddenly switching your brain off, you strip off you clothes, removing the current underwear for the newer kind. You toss back on your other clothes before begging your roommate to let you out.
She opens the door but stops you in your tracks, “Now hold on, before you go let me see that you have it-”
You lift up your shift to reveal the tight material straining against your skin. You felt your breasts were gonna pop out at any second.
Your roommate gapes at you then goes to quickly put your shirt down, “Oh wow, I almost just said something I might’ve…...anyways you look fucking amazing.”
“Aww, thank you.” A tiny smile spreads across your face and your roommate resists the urge to pinch your cheeks.
“Okay, what time are you’re suppose to meet him?”
You glance over at your clock which reads 7:01 PM, “Hmmm, about right now.”
She tells you to hurry out of here but before you get the chance to, she walks over to the window and takes a peak, “Hey, have you checked the weather?”
“No, why?” It had been sunny all today there was really no point.
Your roommate holds back saying something, her gaze going over to your closet, “I think you should wear the grey sweatshirt.”
«———————————»
You were going to kill you roommate. The funeral’s been planned out, you already knew the casket color - burnt siena - and all you needed was the body. She is so dead.
You knock ferociously at Wooyoung’s door, at such a rate that someone could mistake you for one of his many, many girls. The door swings open, a freshly showered Wooyoung standing on the other side.
“Y/N-ah, why’re you so angry all the ti-” His eyes go wide at the sight of you. Your once neat hair all messy and soaked from the rain. The sweatshirt your roommate suggested had turned a much darker grey while your light pants were splattered in raindrops.
The worst part about it all, the rain started just as you were approaching his street, and it came down in waterfalls. You were already too far to turn around and grab an umbrella.
“I don’t. Wanna. Talk about it.” You roughly push past him and into his apartment, which you would normally stop to admire the niceness of it if you weren’t so upset. His living room and kitchen’s clean and modern, a TV playing some movie in the background.
“I feel like I could make a joke, but this is just too easy,” You toss a harsh glare over your shoulder at him as he closes and bolts his door, him shuddering at your expression, “Is this why you were late? I was counting every second.”
You highly doubt that’s true, “No, my roommate and I got to talking about…something.”
He tsks, running the white towel over his damp hair, “You know for every minute you were late, I say you deserve a spanking.”
If not for you roommate, that statement wouldn’t have illicit more than a scowl from you, maybe even an eye roll. But your mind trails off to you bent over his lap while he counts the number of times his palm hits your flesh.
And you feel your face immediately burn so you turn away, “If that’s the case, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to walk for like a week.”
With your back facing him, Wooyoung’s eyes linger down to your ass, and how full it looks in those pants. Dammit, he told himself he wouldn’t think of you in that way. And that spanking comment completely slipped out, but now he’s wishing he hadn’t said anything. His thoughts are truly something else.
“Where should we work?” You ask, desperately needing a change in subject.
He seems to be cleared from his own thoughts and he leads you to his living room where his laptop’s already set up with your guys’s work document. Hey, talk about efficient.
Wooyoung drops to the couch and you sling off your backpack, going to follow his lead when a foot comes in contact with your ass.
“Sorry, but I can’t have you sitting on the couch.” He slowly lowers his leg and you scoff lightly, your face doing the thing it does when you get angry. It kills him inside each time.
“Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have a spare change of clothes.”
Just as quickly as he sat down, Wooyoung’s back up again and tells you to follow him to his bedroom. Outside, you can hear the wind start to pick up, mixing with the treacherous rain.
“You can borrow a shirt from me, but I’m kinda low on bottoms.” He says as he yanks open a clearly broken drawer and begins looking for a suitable replacement.
He pulls out a ratty, white tee and tosses it on your face, you hearing him laugh at you as he makes his way out the door. You rip the shirt off with a huff, “Thank you for this.”
His eyes do a quick motion back to you before smiling his usual, playful grin, “That’s what friends are for.”
And he goes to exit again, leaving you alone to change. Trying your best to ignore the way your stomach buzzes at the remembrance of his smile, you pull off you own wet shirt and replace Wooyoung’s dry one, his scent engulfing you the minute it’s on you. You thought you could get drunk of this.
And as for pants, well, your jeans didn’t get as much damage as your top, so it should be fine. You work your way back to the living room, Wooyoung actually working diligently for the first time in ages.
“Whatcha doing?” You take the only open seat next to him on the cushion, but whatever change of heart you had towards him dissipates in a matter of seconds as he flips his screen to show you some clothing store he’d been browsing.
“Do you think this would look nice on me?”
You stare at him blankly before giving him a half-hearted answer. That seems to do the trick as he twists his computer and goes back to typing, most likely still not working. You open your own laptop and begin immediate research, the sounds of clicks filling the air as if you’re both competing for which one is the most significant.
An hour goes by, then two, then three, till next thing you know it’s 11 o’clock at night and the only thing left of your paper is the conclusion, which you tasked Wooyoung with since no one knows all that he’s really done.
“Holy shit! I can’t believe we’re almost finish with this.” He sighs happily into the couch while you shoot him a face. He instantly backtracks and rephrases his sentence into something more accurate, where he’d actually given you more credit.
“This feels like the longest paper I’ve ever written,” You huff as you layback alongside Wooyoung.
“Yeah, well,” He regards you and you meet his gaze, a tiny smile breaking out, “I know you did a great job. You’re an awesome researcher.”
The words could make you melt on sight, “Wooyoung, you’re too sweet.”
At the sight of your genuine smile, he felt as if his heart was going to leap out his chest. Damn you and you’re cuteness.
“Here I thought you couldn’t wait to rid me of your time.” You say as you snicker at your own joke. Definitely was the other way around.
“Well, don’t count on that. Trust me when I say, you’ll never get rid of me.” A devilish grin overtakes him and you roll your eyes, playfully this time. Maybe there is a part of you that’s starting to warm up to him.
“It’s probably time for me to go, it’s past 11.” When you go to stand, you hear Wooyoung whine behind you, begging you to stay longer. It’s just him being bored, don’t overthink it.
Right as you go to pick up your bag, a flash of lightning followed by loud thunder stop you in your step. With the time you spent with Wooyoung, you’d completely forgotten that a literal thunderstorm had been conjuring outside.
“Where’d you park?” He asks as he goes to stand next to you, trying to see out of the window of the blinds but even that had been barricaded by water.
“Oh, uhh, I actually didn’t drive. I walked here from my dorm.” You begin to think about how you’d get home. The bus normally comes around 12, so you could just wait under the bus stop to get out of his hair-
“You better not be considering leaving,” He chastises and when you make a guilty face he’s shocked, “Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you go out there.”
“I don’t wanna be in your way anymore, I’m sure you’re tired of me enough.” You rebut with wide eyes that make it hard for him to look away.
“Don’t make up lies, Y/N-ah, that’s what bad people do.”
Why does he do this to you? Treat you like you don’t know that there’s wrong in the world, like your sheltered. You stick your hip out and cross your arms, “Who’s to say I’m not bad.”
That sentence alone was enough to get him to laugh as if he’d been holding one in for a while, “Yeah, okay. I’ll go get my room ready for you.”
You trail him like a puppy as he goes down the hall and into his bedroom, “Hey, I didn’t agree.”
“And I don’t remember caring if you did.” He picks up the little trinkets off the floor before switching his pillows out with new ones.
You trot behind him, “Then if that’s the case, you take your bed. I can’t kick you of here.”
“You’re not kicking me out, I already gave the room to you.” He moves onto collecting a blanket from his closet then proceeds out into the living room again with, surprise surprise, you close by.
“Wooyoung this isn’t fair, I feel bad.”
He drops the cover then whips around to face you, his eyes burning deep into yours, “Where do you want me to sleep if you’re taking the bed then, huh?”
“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it.”
Your roommate said this to you and boy if this doesn’t feel like a moment. Your eyes drop down slightly, then off to the side before landing back on Wooyoung, “You could….oh I don’t know, just stay in the room with me.”
He halts in place, trying to register if he just heard you correctly, “Stay with you……?”
You rapidly shake your head yes because you aren’t too confident your mouth could say much more. He pushes his tongue against his mouth, obviously lost in thought, and you briefly look at the movement. You must’ve turned into a huge pervert in the span of 4 hours because just the sight of that is enough to make your heart race.
“I normally don’t sleep with classmates, but I think I can make an acceptation for you.”
You flick him in the chest at his comment, him immediately laughing. And while part of you felt that was the proper response on your behalf, another hated how you knew he was joking. Like he could never even imagine you in that kind of way.
“Alright, let’s go back to the room then.”
This time you lead the way, with Wooyoung immediately stripping once he steps foot into the room. At the removal of his shirt, you spot a gold chain dangling from his neck, which you felt was a good fit for him. He goes all the way down to his boxers, a classic plaid mix with colors, and your eyes widen at how casual he’d just done it. Though, you don’t completely mind.
“Oh yeah, I get hot easily so sometimes I like to prepare. .” Without another second to waste, he hops into his side of the bed, “Don’t let me stop you though, okay Y/N-ah?”
You don’t even respond as hastily you turn around and fiddle with the button of your jeans. It’s now or never. You pull your pants down, around your ass and past your thighs till they pool around your ankle. You step out of them then bend down to retrieve, folding and placing them on a nearby chair.
“Did you wear that underwear just for me?” He’s teasing you, just like always, though this time you don’t have a comeback. You really had worn these just for him.
He picks up on your no-reply and could tell there’s a sense of something in the air that wasn’t there before.
When you turn back around, Wooyoung’s eyes are glued to you, more specifically towards your legs. You don’t get into bed immediately, instead watching him to see his reaction. Is this where everything goes downhill?
He rakes his eyes upwards till they land on your gaze and it appears he’s confirmed something in them, not playing around or joking. That you’re dead serious. Your heart rate accelerates and his lingering stare is starting to make you curdle.
After a beat his body weakens, “Come here.” His finally says. His voice is strained quietly, speaking as if you’d break if he were any louder. And so you do, leisurely, stalling.
You reach the side of the bed and he motions you to continue. You dip a knee into the mattress before placing your other, then again slowly make your way over to him.
Stopping right in front of his face, his arms reactively go up to grab at you but he stops himself midway. You can tell he’s asking for full permission, and attempting to calm your breathing you give a nod of approval.
His hands grip the back of your thigh, sinking into the skin, before making you straddle him. You sit perched up and toying with your fingers, then decidedly to rest them across his bare shoulders.
“You know I was just messing with you?” He starts, forcing you to give him your attention.
“You always do.” You’re tone sounds neutral thank goodness, but your goddamn pouty lips make you look like your frowning. Or to Wooyoung, kissable as fuck.
Chuckling gently, he bites his lip to stop him from smiling too much, “Yeah, that’s true. But this time it didn’t seem like just teasing to you.”
You feel his hands rub against your thighs, not working their way up, just caressing them while he keeps his eyes locked on you.
“I….” You already knew saying it aloud would sound weird, “I wasn’t sure where tonight was gonna take us.”
He continues to knead into your skin while you go to play with his chain, awaiting his response. You never would’ve imagined this is how the two of you would end up, but damnit if there’s not a part that just excites you a little about it all.
“Did you think we were….” He allows the words to hang in the air but you knew too well what he meant. So you shyly respond, affirming his suspicion.
Wooyoung sighs downward, looking like he just a lost a battle. “I told myself I wouldn’t do anything with you, scolded myself even.”
His words definitely are a shock to you, you stopping your fiddling on his chain to give him your full attention again, “What do you mean?”
“You’re just too cute, Y/N-ah, how could I not think about you in those kinds of ways,” his eyes are back on you, large and dark with plead, “But even when we got paired up together, I told myself to not do anything stupid. Because you don’t deserve that.”
The confession makes your head spin while watching him even more intensely.
“Are you sure this is something you want? If we do this, I promise you I’m not gentle and I don’t have any intention on being so.” He waits for your response but your mind is still murky from his previous statements. What does all of this mean? What was he trying to tell you?
You study him further. The softening of his eyes deepening the longer you two sit in silence. How his now dried hair hangs flowy on his forehead. His skin is clear with full lips. An absolutely gorgeous sight to take in. He’s absolutely gorgeous.
So much so in fact, that you don’t spare another second before leaning in to touch his lips with your own. And he’s quick to react, reciprocating the action in an instant.
It feels as if any previous doubts in your mind just fade out, leaving you with the blissful feeling of Wooyoung. He kisses you like he’s starved. Not sloppy, but uniformed. Almost like he’s been waiting for this and doesn’t want to mess up.
Your mouth moves perfectly with his, and you start tilting your head to either side. He copies your action and the two of you begin to get completely absorbed in the make out.
The hands on your legs work their way up, snaking behind you to cup your ass. He’s had literal dreams of this, and how your ass would feel in his hands. But those don’t compare, can’t compare, to how euphoric he feels in the moment.
When Wooyoung slips his tongue in your mouth, ever so slightly, the minor action causes you to whine a bit, his own groan buzzing into you. You feel some growth in his lap, soon a hardness pressing in your inner thigh.
Your breathing becomes irregular as random sounds emit from you, loving the way your core reacts accordingly to the pleasure. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on so quickly. Without even realizing you start to feel friction build from underneath you, now catching onto your hips rolling against his lap.
He starts to take charge though, grabbing and moving your ass to further grind into him. You break away first at the new sensation, huffing and hipping lightly while you struggle to keep your eyes open. Wooyoung takes notice in the way your expression looks so overwhelmed and just so damn cute.
“You like grinding on my cock?” The words tumble out as he flops his head against the headboard, “We haven’t even done anything and you look like you’re already gonna cum.”
His words are ammo to you, fueling you to gyrate faster while your hands go up above his head. He bites his lip, hard, to stop a loud groan from escaping
“You can’t cum just yet, Y/N-ah.” The sentence is more airy, like he’s struggling himself with the pleasure. You still continue though, too caught up in your satisfaction to notice him hoist an arm around your back and flip you face up onto the bed.
He lands between you, throwing in more clothed thrusts while holding in a smiling at your reaction, a mix between lust and anger.
“What-” He bucks particularly hard into it your core that you thought you were going to orgasm right there, “Nrgh! What was that for?”
Wooyoung dips his head down to your cheeks, kissing them tenderly before scooting towards your ear. He eases up on the thrusts too until the two of you work at an equal, tiny pace, “I couldn’t have you cumming, not when I finally get to enjoy this.”
He wiggles down a bit till he reaches your stomach, taking the fabric of your shirt between his fingers and lifting it up towards your mouth. You gladly accept it, him shoving the tee until your mouth was full.
When he glances back down, your top now fully in view, his eyes almost bulge out of his head.
"Holy..." He drags his fingers up the curve of your waist to your outer breasts, which are practically spilling out of the tight shirt, "You wore this for me?"
He smirks up at you and your eyebrows furrow at the bad joke. He's lucky your mouth's being occupied at the moment.
Wooyoung goes back to admiring you, craning his neck up to place open kisses on the soft flesh that pokes out before working his way to in between your cleavage.
Your heavy breathing, though muffled, is still audible enough for him to hear, lifting his head up quickly to speak to you, "I think those are gonna be my favorite noises."
You dismiss him, grabbing the back of his head to push him back into you. Wooyoung laughs at your neediness and eagerly goes into your tits again.
The feeling starts to build again in your heat, with you gradually increasing your movements against him. He responds to you by rolling himself further between your legs in a rhythm, the sloppy sounds of him kissing and sucking at you still filling your ears.
You've always been a quick pleaser, not typically lasting more than 15 minutes when pleasuring yourself.
If Wooyoung hadn't changed positions earlier, you most likely would've finished like that, which for the record you were perfectly contempt with.
But now everything feels like so much. So much happening at once that the desperation to spill over comes clawing out.
Wooyoung doesn't let that happen though, letting up once he felt you grinding even harder into him. A single string of spit still connecting to your breasts hangs past his mouth, another all-knowing grin plastered on.
"Someone's a little quick on the trigger." Throwing caution to the wind, he sticks a hand against the middle of your underwear, making you squirm on the spot, "Oh, I can see why. You're fucking soaked."
You mumble out a reply but he pretends he doesn't understand, which to be fair he probably doesn't.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Say it again for me." This time he pulls your shirt out, your own little spit string dropping down to your chin.
You gasp harshly, "You're so mean, Wooyoung."
He peers back to your face, staring intently at you when his fingers below push rather deep into your underwear, the action causing you to hike up and grimace, “Hmmm….yeah, I guess I can be.”
In no time his mouth is back between your cleavage as his fingers work your clothed core. You think your hearts gonna explode from overstimulation. You wiggle yourself against his hand, twitching when he starts to move your fabric to the side.
The bare touch he has brings such a feeling you’ve never experienced, making you shiver. The way he would cup your pussy momentarily before releasing, rubbing at your clit again then repeating it all once more. Honestly you thought you were game over.
Till Wooyoung takes his hand away from you fully and sits up. Your face drops at the absence of his touch.
“Hey, what’d I say?” He fakes an angry expression before cracking out into a playful one, “You can’t cum just yet, I haven’t even fucked you.”
He notices the greediness in your eyes, the way you’ve only been concerned on getting yourself off and not him. And he’s not even mad at you for it, finding it rather enticing the desperation you have. Actually, it’s turning him on so fucking much.
“Look at this.”
His voice is authoritative, and when you don’t look exactly where he wants you to, he roughly grabs your hand to palm him through his boxers, “I’m leaking right now and I haven’t even taken my cock out.”
The wetness permeates to your fingertips and you quiver, a sudden sensation taking over. Like you want him inside of you right now.
“I’m gonna pound you until you’re shaking from me,” He wraps his arms underneath you to hoist you up, twisting you around till you’re on all 4’s, “So no orgasming. At least until I say so.”
You go to speak when a hand pushes your head down into a pillow, automatically arching your back with your ass poking out. Your underwear spreads across your cheeks which causes Wooyoung to sigh happily, “I could look at your sexy ass forever.”
“Wooyoung-ah,” You heave, already waiting too long for him, “Hurry up.”
Your voice again was never rude, but it did come off as whiny. He goes to make your wish come true but before that, he lands a harsh smack against your plush skin.
“Fuck, it even jiggles. Y/N-ah, you’re gonna make me cum on myself.” His words make your eyes flutter, swearing that if he kept talking you’d be done for, again.
“Need you in me…..please.” Your last attempt at pleading does the trick for you, with him bringing your underwear down to your knees. He positions himself behind you as he goes to pull down his boxer shorts.
“No more stalling starting right now.” A stroke of dick sends tingles down his spin, then, of course, he toys with your entrance.
Sliding just barely his damp head into you before swiftly pulling it out, rubbing his full length on your pussy lips. He taunts you in a manner that you couldn’t even verbally protest cause it still felt so good.
“I….” Your voice trails off from his continued teasing but that does stop him from being curious.
“Mmm, what’s that?” There’s no edge to his tone this time. If anything, he presents himself softer and more genuine.
You choke on your breath, “I’ve never wanted someone so bad before.” Wooyoung hears the possessiveness in your voice and just like that, his facade comes crumbling down, reaching his breaking point.
If only you’d understand how true those words are for himself.
“Okay,” he pause himself to readjust, “I’m actually gonna fuck you into the sheets now.”
Before he does, his reaches a hand to grab your hair, twisting it to pull you back, “Just let me know when to stop.”
You nod as your consent, which then Wooyoung throws your head back down and brings your waist further up.
He gives no warning when he thrusts himself fully deep into your core, the motion causing your head to almost drive into the headboard.
“Oh my….you’re so damn tight.” His own eyes practically roll back at the feeling of your walls around him, and he almost doesn’t wanna move.
But then you wiggle your hips in need of some friction, and soon he begins to pound into you, just like he said he would.
It starts off slow, him letting the action run through you as your slickness spreads across his cock. You even have the strength to rock with him though you weren’t sure how much longer that would last.
He’s holding onto your waist for support, but then switches one of them to the headboard above, sort of mimicking your earlier position.
His head becomes dizzy with your soft, tiny groans and the slapping sound of his skin against yours as a background.
“S-Shit, think you’re gonna make me…..” Wooyoung becomes too enveloped in the sensation, the intensity from you both, to even finish the sentence.
He gets faster while you grow more limp. Your own pleasure starts to consume you and soon you don’t have the willpower to move. He looks down briefly to your ass, taking the hand from your waist to slap your cheeks.
“Ah!” You gulp in for air, “shit….”
“Oh you like that?” Another one lands on you, though this had some sting behind it. But you love it, “Told you, you needa spankin.”
He doesn’t stop there. Grasping at your tits in front, he forcefully tugs your tank top downwards till they fall out, “Need both.”
Then, he unleashes a smack onto your breasts, this round making you cry aloud, “Wooyoung!”
“You’re so cute, Y/N-ah.” He roughly grabs your mounds of flesh and shakes them, “I love your body so damn much, could fuck you all the time.”
He goes back to fucking you, but your mind wanders. You want to ask if he truly means that, but when a particularly hard thrusts sends you soaring out of your stars, you’re quick to forget.
There’s a build up approaching and your cunt feels extra sensitive from the previous activities. You’ve surprised yourself by lasting this long, but you know your end is near.
“Woo, can I-” The words get caught in your throat and instead you croak them out.
He knows exactly what you want though, and how to give it to you. He folds himself over to completely engulf you, him wrapping both arms around your stomach. He’s still pumping in and out yet his pace has increased significantly, “Yeah, yeah you can cum now. You’ve been such a good girl.”
With his permission you let go, allowing yourself to succumb to the intoxicating heat spreading all around. Wooyoung’s breathing is present behind you as he struggles to find his own regular pattern.
He’s whining, though quietly, into your shoulder, muttering small praises, “Fuck, you’re so good. So damn good. You’ll never let anyone else have you, right?”
He drives his hips continuously as you utter incoherent nonsense, “Promise me no one else will ever you see you like this. Can you do that for me?”
You can hardly muster a reply but after a few more gasps it come out, “I promise.”
Your eyes begin to flutter while Wooyoung peppers small kisses down your spin, “You’re mine now.”
And just like that, your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, just a massive explosion causing you to shake. The feeling of your walls contracting around his cock causes Wooyoung to finish too, the two of you cumming in sync. He continues to fuck your through your orgasm, and you whimper loudly.
You’ve never had one hit you so intense before, and even Wooyoung’s load is more than usual as he fills you up, your cunt milking his dick in pulses.
You try to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, taking a mental note of the whole night until slowly you come down from your high.
Wooyoung finishes as well, his hips growing slow until he finally stops. Instead of removing himself immediately however, he takes in the feeling of him still buried in you, loving how warm you feel. You both breathe heavy and you feel him clench his arms around you.
After regaining your composure, you flop down onto his bed, Wooyoung following close behind you. He lands on top of you and sighs, “You’re probably the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
You giggle lightly, “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah,” He plants another kiss this time on your inner neck, “And I’m definitely your last.”
At that, you crane your neck to him, leisurely turning over as he scoots back slightly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
His hair is now slightly wet from sweat, showing just how much effort he put in, “Cause, you’re never getting cock from anyone else again. If you want it, you have me.”
The smile that spreads afterwards is shit-eating and mischievous. You’re amused by this but don’t oppose it, and Wooyoung senses your acceptance at his declaration.
He drops down to your lips, kissing you in such a passion that felt had a little more to it than he’s willing to show and maybe you don’t want him to. At least, not right now.
Just as you start to get into it, he breaks away, “Wait, I remembered something.”
“What is it?” Your cock your head to the side a bit in confusion, an act that briefly makes him put his guard down. But he quickly regains it, and scoots down towards the end of the bed.
He takes ahold of your back thighs and pushes them towards you, your legs reactively parting slightly. He then moves your knees apart and creates an open view for himself to your pussy.
He audibly groans, “Oh fuck, I need to burn this image in my head.”
His cum leaking out of you combined with your puffy cunt almost makes him hard again. He continues praising you and gloats about how fuckable your cunt is.
Your face burns as you can’t help but cower from the attention, but apart of you knows you’ll be getting more of this in the future. Better start getting used to it now.
- Bonus -
When you wake up again, it’s to your phone violently ringing off in the distance. You feel a heavy arm slung over you and it takes you a minute to realize Wooyoung is nestling between your neck with a leg on top of yours, out like a light.
Still groggy, you sit up, some surprise coursing through you as you notice your lack of clothing. But that didn’t matter as of right now. All you want is to find this phone and shut it the hell up.
You aimlessly search through the comforter, then bending over to reach the ground when you see a light being covered by your jeans pocket.
Now you have to get up and actually go retrieve the device, something you do then your back onto the bed.
The photo ID is of you and your roommate 2 years ago when you guys first met in high school. A memory you’d rather forget from when she took you fishing for the first time with her family. Your eyes also dart up to the time which reads 2:43 AM.
Oh gosh.
You press the answer button, “Hello-”
“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’ve been texting and calling you for the past 2 hours and I was getting worried!”
You wince at her shouting, holding the phone a way from your ear slightly, “Sorry, sorry. The storm got really bad so Wooyoung offered to let me sleep here. I should’ve told you that-”
“Damn straight you should’ve! Had me thinking the fucker kidnapped you or something, you’re so reckless.”
Your eyebrows furrow, minor irritation pricking at you for her earlier stunt, “Okay, I get where you’re coming from, but you’re the one who knew it was gonna rain. Why would you let me wear grey-!”
“Oh come on, you are not bringing that up right no-”
Your phone gets plucked out of your grasp and soon you hear the end-call noise. You look over at Wooyoung who’s resting up on his forearms, your phone in a hand with your call gone from the screen.
“She’s really loud, woke me up from our nap time.” He mutters then goes searching through your phone before he appears to type out something.
“Wooyoung!” Your shock subsides as the realization of what he’d just done dawns on you, “You can’t hang up on her, she’s my roommate.”
He just shrugs his shoulders, your scolding rolling off of him, “I just did though, plus shouldn’t she be asleep right now? It’s too late for you girls to be up.”
You scowl at him when he glances up at you, shooting you a tiny smile. Then he hands out your phone and you take it skeptically, “What’d you do?”
“Relax, I just told your roommate you’d talk to her in the morning. She needs to take a chill pill, texting you 47 times, holy shit.”
You graze through the messages and see all of the texts she’d sent asking about your whereabouts and then you see the one Wooyoung sent merely seconds ago.
“Hey, come back to bed, you need sleep.” He attempts to pull you back to him and you allow him to, falling down into his chest.
And that’s how you spend the rest of the night, safe in Wooyoung’s arms.
pairing: ateez members x afab!reader
word count: 0,5k
content: horny thoughts about sex with ateez <3
warnings: nsfw, dirty talk, creampie (mentioned), dom/sub dynamics, size kink, blowjob, pussy eating [lmk if i forgot something]
(I appreciate feedback, so please comment and reblog)
hongjoong likes to be dominated, because being a captain is tiring, and he really wants to be taken care of. he likes to be tied by you, when you slowly lower on his dick, forcing him to impatiently buck his hips.
"more, please, yes, yes, yes, faster! you feel so good, so wet and tight, fuck!"
seonghwa uses his tongue strictly for its intended purpose. he can eat you out for hours, maybe even literally, if he is allowed. he will definitely make you cum more than once.
"can you cum for me again, sunshine? do it and you'll finally get my dick. you wanna feel it in your tight pussy, right?"
yunho is an ideal service dom. for you he will do whatever. he is very passionate, but at the same time gentle. he leaves a lot of hickeys on your skin, holds tightly against his own hot body, and always maintains eye contact.
"look me in the eyes when you cum, baby. or else… i’m gonna pull out. but you want me to feel you up, right? so be good."
yeosang plays the role of an obedient sub, allowing you to hold his hands over his head until he gets tired of it. then he shows his dominant nature, holding your hands with one hand, and with the fingers of the other painfully slowly stretches you.
"played enough? i'm sorry, baby, but i’m a boss here… shit, you’re so wet, dripping on my fingers. what? are you gonna cum? sorry, but you only allowed to cum on my cock, darling."
sometimes san loves rough sex. he likes to quickly thrust in your tight pussy, leaving bruises on your hips. he goes crazy when you pull his hair and scratch his back. after sex he is the most caring, helps to take a bath, hugs and kisses you.
"i’m sorry, was that too much? does it hurt anywhere? no..? god, baby, you’re really that wet again? i’ve just fucked you for hours, and you still want more? i’ll give you more."
mingi has a huge, like himself, size kink. he really likes the difference in height with you, he likes that he completely covers your body with his own, and despite how much it excites him, in the process he is gentle and very attentive. and also likes to be praised.
“how are you feeling, baby? am i fucking you right? yeah, take this cock, baby, i’m gonna fill you up… shit! can you hear it? you’re so wet, oh god.”
wooyoung is always very loud. he likes the fact that everyone can hear him when you suck his dick, and in addition to moans, he likes dirty talk.
"oh lord, baby, do you love this dick that much? you're so good, yes, just like this... look into my eyes. you look incredible with my dick in your pretty mouth, fuck. wanna cum all over your face."
still waters run deep. jongho loves to tease you, he will definitely tie your eyes and torture you with only light kisses all over your hot body, making you wriggle and whine. he will eat you out slowly, making you buck your hips.
"hush, baby, be obedient, okay? or do you want me to tie you up? you know i can do it. take what i give you or else you won’t cum until i allow you to."
Pairing: Clingy Boyfriend San X Black/WOC Fem reader
Genre: Fluffy Smut (Tbh it got pretty filthy)
Warnings: Clingy behavior, whining, lowkey toxic behavior, possessiveness, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be safe), anal play (tehe, I said it got filthy), creampie, saliva, Y/N is dick whipped real bad lol
Word Count: 3.8K
A/N: This will absolutely be getting a part two since this is not the original plot of this story lol.
Chapter Song Rec
You stretched out while sitting at your desk in your room, shutting your work laptop and happily jumping up from your chair. It was finally the weekend, and you were so excited, you wanted to get out the house and do something, anything! A ding was heard from your phone, and you grabbed it off of the charger on the side of your desk to see your friend group chat going off
Erica: It's friday hoes what we doin today
Katrina: idk but I'm down for whatever
Erica: OMG let's go to that club down town! There was some fine ass men last time we went
Meg: OOOUUU yes! The dude that just wanted to buy us drinks all night!
Katrina: Now y'all know Y/N boo'd up ass ain't gone go if we lookin for dudes
Meg: Is she even gone come? San be havin her locked up lmaoooo
Meg: Y/N bitch wya???
Y/N:I'm here and I'm coming! Ain't nobody locked up lol
Erica: I'll believe it when I see it bitch lol lets meet at my house at 10 to pregame then leave! And Y/N tell San to back the hell up off you!!!
You tossed your phone on your bed and sighed, they did have a point. Ever since you started dating San about 8 months ago your attendance for friend gatherings and outings has gotten less and less, it wasn't like you were doing it on purpose it's just that San was very adamant about spending lots of time with you. He always wanted to be with you when you two weren't working, he came over when he got off, spends the night or ask you to spend the night, takes you out all the time and even comes to pick you up just to take you back to his house that was 20 minutes away. Though you loved your time spent together you were used to having your space, this was your first time dating a clinger and you didn't mind but maybe it was time you told him you wanted to do something else with someone else for the day.
Just as you were finishing your thought your phone rang again. You sat down on your bed and picked it up, speak of the devil.
"Hello?"
"Babyyyy"
You can already hear his whiny tone, it was cute you had to admit it, a grown man acting cutesy would usually be cringy as hell but this grown man made it work somehow?
"Yes baby? What's wrong?"
"I want to see you can I come over?"
"I'm going out tonight with my friends San."
You could hear a long groan before he continued the conversation.
"But I really miss you, I haven't seen you in forever."
"You saw me yesterday..."
"A WHOLE 24 HOURS! I'm suffocating without my baby!!"
You laughed at his dramatics.
"Fine...you can come over but you have to leave when I leave and you're not allowed to try to convince me to stay with you."
"...okay..."
"Promise me San."
He smacked his lips and groaned again; he was obviously going to try to convince you to stay with him, but he had to be good...just this once.
"I promise."
"Okay, you can come over."
You went to take a shower while San was on his way, you stepped out and put on your robe, once you walked out the bathroom your phone rang, you went to answer it already knowing who it was.
"Hey baby, let yourself in I just got out the shower."
The call ended and a few moments later you can hear the front door opening and closing while you're in your room, footsteps can be heard as San approaches.
"I'm naked still hold on."
If anything, that gave him even more reason to come in, San immediately opens the door to see you in a black pair of panties and a black crop top, his smile dropped to a face of disappointment.
"You liar you said you were naked." He said in a pouty voice.
"Sorry to disappoint, pervert." You giggled at him and sat on your bed, you picked up the lotion that you put on your bed.
"Let me do it."
"San"
"Come ooon, I already can't spend the night with you at least let me rub you down for the night."
"Fine." you flipped the lotion bottle to face him, and he came to sit next to you, he grabbed your legs and put them across his lap, your body turning to face him. He squeezed the lotion on to his hands, rubbing his hands together he started to rub it onto your thighs.
"So, what are the plans for tonight?" He asked with a smile on his face, even though San was sad that you were going out tonight he really was happiest when he was with you, even doing small task like this made his heart flutter, he really loved you.
"My friends want me to go to this club we went to a while ago, we are going to pre-game first though, they said they miss me since I don't go out much because I'm always with you."
He finished one of your thighs and moved down to your calves, he lathered you up while massaging your legs.
"Well, I could always come with." He said smiling like a cute little cat.
"No sir, no boys allowed, you would mess up the flow. Plus, all my other friends are single so it would be awkward."
He frowned at you shooting him down.
"That's not fair Y/N, it's not my fault they are all single! What if I get my friends to date them? Then we could go on group dates."
"Right, your friends that would rather play video games then see the light of day?" You said with an arched eyebrow.
He finished rubbing your legs and you walked to your drawers to look for the rest of your outfit for the night. San continued to talk about how he wished he could spend the night together and that he wasn't "technically" trying to convince you to stay with him just "Strongly suggesting" in his words. You turned on a chill RnB playlist on YouTube as you continued to get ready to drown him out. You were finishing up your make up while you were sitting at your vanity, well technically San was the one sitting on the vanities bench, he insisted that you sit on his lap while he held your waist and sadly rocked you back and forth. You finally took off your bonnet and brushed out your brown and blonde highlight wig you just installed last week; San watched you in awe.
"You're so gorgeous my love." He smiled; you could feel the love radiating off of him.
"Thank you, San." You looked in the vanity mirror slightly hunched over since San elevated you, so you were sitting a bit pass the mirrors height.
His warm and wholesome smile turned to a sneaky one as he decided to try one more thing to make you stay home. He buried his face into your neck as he sat behind you.
"You sure you don't want to stay here with me?" He said, trying to pursue you.
"Very sure." You said as you started to put away your make-up.
You could fill his plush lips start to slowly pepper kisses down your neck. At first you were just going to ignore him but then a particular linger kiss had suction to it as he started to suck your neck, you learned your head back and sighed. His hands left your waist and slid up your shirt, he started to massage your breast gently.
"Come on San I have to go, you told me you weren't going to do this tonight..."
"I'm not doing anything baby, I'm just appreciating your beautiful body and face."
You turned your face to the side that he was kissing as his lips migrated up from your neck up to your face then finally reaching your lips. The kiss was obviously not a quick appreciation kiss, so much lust as you followed his lead, his hands still on your breast as he made his way under your bra. You felt his fingers started to tweak your nipples and you moaned into the kiss, your moan was used as opportunity for San to put his tongue into your mouth, you had to stop it now or you were never going to make it out. You started to pull back from him, and he allowed you to.
"Come on pretty girl stay with me so I can give you what you really want." He said in a low raspy voice, his one soft kitten like eyes turned to lustful demon orbs, he rocked his hips forward so you could feel his semi-hard dick against your butt, your mini skirt left you bare on his laps, only your panties could protect you. You could have just said no and gotten up and left but you chose to stay silent, giving San hope that you could change your mind still. He leaned in to talk in your ear knowing that that was where you were weakest at.
"What if you stayed with me instead while I fuck your pretty pussy until you couldn't walk anymore? Or I could let you ride my face while you cum all over me."
It was like the devil himself was talking you into betraying God and eating the apple off the tree. Turning down San is the hardest thing you could do but you planned for this, you knew you were weak for him, so you texted your friend 30 minutes ago tell them to come pick you up. You were originally going to have San drop you off but the last time you did that you did make it out the apartment but 15 minutes into the drive San pulled into a Dark parking lot to fuck you in his backseat saying it was just a quickie. You ended up getting fucked so good your lace was lifted and your make up was running down your face.
"My friend is already on the way San."
Just in time your phone dinged and you picked it up thinking it was going to be your friend saving you from danger.
Meg: Hey girl, Katrina ended up needing a ride too and that's on the other side of you and she has no one else to pick her up, Imma grab her, could you ask your dude to drop you off?
You read the text in your head and so did the incubus behind you, you dropped your head in defeat as an evil grin was on his face, even had a maniacal laugh could be heard.
"Looks like she isn't, but don't worry baby I'll take you."
"Thank y-"
"But it'll cost you." San has never made you give him gas money, he thought as a man he should never have to ask you for money, plus he was paid much more then you.
"How much do you want?"
"Now, now gorgeous, you know good and well your money is no good with me, but you know what is?"
"Oh fuck."
....
You don't know how much time had passed, to be honest San was making you feel so good you didn't even know if you knew your own name or not anymore. His face was buried deep in your sopping wet pussy as his tongue explored your brown and pink folds. Your thighs sat pretty against his broad shoulders while his fingers dug you out. Your voice was horse as he was steadily working on your third orgasm, your hands full of his black hair as you gripped it tightly, it stung but San loved it because it meant he was doing a good job. Tears started to form in your eyes as you could feel your climax approaching.
"San, I'm about to cum."
"Already? I'm not done licking up the last one, you're going to have to hold it until I'm done."
You whimpered as San continued to draw perfect 8's on your clit, His two fingers were pounding deeply inside of you as he did the "come here" motion. Your hips lifted on and off the bed, your mind was going blank.
"Please San, please let me cum"
"Almost done."
Your nails dug into his scalp, your thighs started to close around his head, his sharp eyes darted up at you, he loved watching you go crazy.
"You're so good for me, go ahead and cum my angel."
"Ooooh Fuck" was all you could say as you came undone all over his mouth and fingers. You were a sobbing mess as San slowly pulled his fingers from your leaky cunt. He sucked all your cum off of his fingers as he put your legs back on the bed and leaned back up.
"C-can we go now San, it's getting late." you said in a defeated voice as you leaned up on your elbows.
He looked at his apple watch then back at you.
"What's the rush princess? its only 9:56, you still have time, plus I already told you if you want me to take you, you have to let me make you cum 5 times, and we have 2 more times to go." He said as he got off the bed and stood at the end of it.
"San I was supposed to meet them at-" he wasn't listening anymore, he was done talking, his mind was only focused on you cumming again and again for him. San loved the way you felt around his dick, the tight wetness drove him crazy and don't get him wrong when you sucked his dick, he swore he could see the gates of heaven open, but nothing ever compared to how good he felt when he made you feel good. It was not only a sense of pride but he honestly just loved you so much that making you cum was all he needed to get off. When you first started seeing San you let him know that a man has never made you cum before and you made a bet with him that it was impossible to get you to cum. Boy did he prove you wrong, he made you squirt the first time he ever ate you out and it was history from that point onward.
He grabbed you by both your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the bed, he didn't stop there because then he flipped you onto your stomach, San was strong because he worked out a lot so any chance he got to manhandle you, he took it. He gripped the sides of your hips as he pulled your ass in the air to connect to his crotch while your face stayed down. He didn't bother taking off your mini tennis skirt when he started to eat you out earlier since it was so short. You were arched in front of him, your pussy was bare since he ripped your panties off earlier. He stepped back a bit and stood there watching it drip and clench around nothing.
"Don't just stare at it." you said as you started to get shy.
"Why not? It's so pretty all I want to do is look at it." He said while biting his bottom lip.
You wiggled your hips a bit. "San come on you know we have to go soon, you're doing this on purpose." you said in a whiny voice.
Your whine was interrupted by a moan as he slid in his two fingers abruptly.
"So what if I am, this is my pussy to do what I want to it." he started to move his fingers faster.
"I don't even like your friends a lot because they are always trying to steal you away from me, taking you to clubs so other guys get to see you and fawn over you. I'm not there so they don't know this pretty pussy belongs to me. All they see is your sexy face and body wearing your little make up and this short ass skirt."
Sans full on possessive behavior was out, Clingy and possessive could absolutely be seen as red flags to anyone else but with San, those red flags were heart shaped. You loved how much he only wanted you for himself, but damn was in inconveniencing sometimes. He thrust his fingers deep into you at a steady pace, the over stimulation was killing you.
He continued, "If a guy walks up to you tonight and ask you for your number are you going to tell him you belong to me?"
“Yes- fuck!”
“Yes what? What are you going to say baby.” He dug his digits deep into you.
“That I belong to you.”
“Who is you? That’s not my name.” he held his fingers in you waiting for your reply.
“I belong to San Ah~ and only San.”
“Good job lovely, go ahead and cum for me.”
That was exactly what you did, it was that easy for San to make you cum, just some words and gestures. San once again pulled his fingers from your abused cunt, he brought them around to your face for you to suck your cum off them. You but both the wet fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean while he pumped them in and out of your mouth.
“Are you ready for me my love?”
You nodded as he removed his fingers from your mouth.
“I want words baby.”
“Yes San, please fuck me.”
He once again flashed that devious smile before undoing his pants and pulling out his fully erect dick, he pulled you back a bit before pumping it a few times. He lined his tip up with your entrance and you immediately started to clench it, as he slowly pushed his hot length into your wet cunt, moving slowly so you could feel every single inch he was feeding you. Sans dick was just not fair, it had a good and comfortable amount of length and width, but the best part was that his dick had a perfect curve that made him reach a spot in your pussy that most couldn’t. He had a firm grasp on both your hips to make sure you couldn’t run away from him, you fidgeted and whimpered while he stretched you out. Once he finally got all of him inside of you he held it in just so he could bask in the feeling of your hot wet walls against his raw dick, he bit him lip, closed his eyes and just held his head up to the ceiling. You started to become restless, feeling him so deep inside while he wasn’t moving made you dizzy.
“Please San, please move I need more.”
San came back to earth when he hears you begging for more and locked back in.
“Yes baby what ever you want.”
He started to rock his hips into you, you folded your arms under you and put your forehead on your forearm as you let pretty moans fall from your lips. His pace gradually sped up, his hands pulling you back to make his pelvis and your ass meet.
“Are you going to stay here with me?”
“N-No!” You replied.
He rolled his eyes and started to dig deeper into you, moving his hips even faster as your moans started to get louder.
“I said are you going to stay here with me?”
“San please.” You said in a whimpering voice.
He started to slam into you, your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, you felt your orgasm approaching. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse San placed one of his hands on top of the beginning of your ass. His thumb started to rub your asshole, it was still wet from his spit and your slick when he ate you out. The sensation of him rubbing your second hole felt amazing then he slowly slid his thumb into your tight hole, you could feel him penetrating your asshole slowly while he was still drilling his dick into your drooling cunt. This is the the kinda fucking that makes people want to kill for their partners. You moaned so loud you knew you were going to get a notice complaint, he started to move his thumb in and out your ass.
“You’re such a nasty little bitch, letting my thumb fuck your ass while your pussy takes my dick. Are you this slutty for anyone else?”
“Only you Sannie, only you!” You yelled out, unable to control the volume of your voice anymore.
“That’s right baby, you’re my little slut right?”
“Yes~ I’m your slut.” Tears started to fall from your eyes, he was fucking you dumb with both your holes being stuffed, your pussy started to rapidly clench and unclench.
“Going to cum deep in this slutty pussy and make you walk around that club leaking my cum.”
He kept pounding his hips into and the mental thread in your mind snapped as you felt his hot seed deep in your womb, you couldn’t take it anymore and came around his still leaking dick. San slowly pulled out and backed up a bit, you immediately collapsed to the side of the bed as your eyes felt heavy.
San pulled up his boxer briefs and took his pants off while he smiled at how cute you looked when your were tuckered out. You laid on the bed breathing heavily and fighting the sleep since you were determined to make it out still, he walked to the bathroom to bring back a warm towel to clean you up, he wiped you clean then went to get a different towel, this one had micellar water on it. He sat at the head of the bed and opened his arms to invite you in to be held, you gladly accepted, he held you in one arm as you closed your eyes. He carefully removed your false lashes and placed them on the night stand, the started to wipe the make up you word so hard on off, your body was to tired to even fight it anymore. Your phone rang and San grabbed it and answered it before you could.
“Hello?”
“Hello? San? Where is Y/N?”
“She’s right here.”
“Well when are you bringing her over we waiting’ on her.”
“Oh, she said she’s to tired to go, you know, work and all that.”
The line got quiet for a second before your friend spoke again.
“Boy stop holding my friend hostage.”
San laughed before he hung up. Yeah you’re never going to see your friends again.
requested by anon. “congrats on 600 lovely !! <3 fluff list 2: “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” & smut list 4: ❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜ with san would be 🫠🫠”
lilo’s notes. thank you for the request anon!! i agree this is an absolutely amazing request and the prompts are just *chefs kiss*. that being said, i had to change them very slightly (like one or two words) just to fit the scenario a bit, i hope you don’t mind. <33
prompts. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” ; “i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.”
pairing. choi san x fem!reader
warnings. smut below the cut, minors please dni, soft dom!san, soft sex, body worship, fuckbuddy!san, minimal dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this irl), nicknames (baby, love), slight overstimulation, aftercare, a lot of softness.
wc. 1.7k.
he was supposed to be a one night stand, a stranger you’d have some fun with and then forget about later.
what he was not supposed to be was a repeated cycle of waking up in his bed. but that’s exactly what san became. you weren’t exactly sure how to describe your relationship with him—friends with benefits? no, you didn’t really talk enough about your personal lives to consider him close to you in any other way than physical. fuck buddy? that was definitely more fitting, but something about it still felt off.
after the first night you spent together, you were intrigued, eager to find out everything he could do but had not yet shown you. so, before you left in the morning, you grabbed a pen and paper from his desk and wrote down your number and name (you couldn’t even remember his name so you doubted you ever gave him yours).
it didn’t take him too long to contact you. only a week later and you received a text message where he introduced himself. once you were reminded of who he was, you couldn’t suppress your excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. you were completely right about his intentions for it was only a few messages later that he threw in the information that he was stressed and could really use relief. you were happy to assist him.
your little adventures in his sheets quickly became something constant in your life, seeing him every couple days. soon enough you figured out you were both std free, so you let him go in without protection. the pleasure of it all never really left either of you with a desire to sleep with anyone else, since you didn’t have to worry about diseases or pregnancy (thanks to you being on the pill). and after the first night, you stopped leaving as soon as you woke up while he was still fast asleep, and with each encounter you’d find yourself staying just a bit longer each time. san was always very sweet, though his personality in bed was a bit unpredictable.
sometimes he was merciless, pounding into you at an ungodly speed while he whispered the filthiest things into your ear. other times, like now for instance, he’d be gentle, taking his time with your body, hands and lips ghosting over sensitive areas and mapping them out.
he already made you cum three times and by the time he finally entered you, you were quivering with overstimulation but still eager to continue. one of his hands had your wrists crossed and pinned over your head while the other trailed all over your body, gently teasing the other held your thighs together and bent them over your chest, his hips rolling against you sensually.
he knew your body well, knew what angles got your head spinning and what touches got your pussy gushing. occasionally he let out groans, but he was rarely too focused on his own release, keen on making sure you felt good. this particular position was a favourite of yours, it helped him reach inside you deeper and it increased the tightness around his cock, stimulating both of you in the most delicious way.
“you know,” his tone was soft, almost as if he were talking to you while reading a newspaper over breakfast and not fucking you. “you’re always so pretty for me.”
san leaned down and pressed featherlight kisses to the back of your calves, trailing them down to the back of your knees and causing a stampede of butterflies you forcefully swallowed. the pace of his thrusts was almost frustratingly slow, making you feel how his length filled you so thoroughly.
his hands grasped the back of your thighs and moved your legs carefully, to hook them around his waist. when he was fucking you like this, with this gentleness, he liked missionary. he liked it because it gave him a clear view of how your face contorted with the pleasure only he can provide you with. because he could lean down and kiss you and swallow all your moans.
“o-oh san…” you whimpered against his lips as he gave a sharp thrust different from all the other ones.
in response, he bit your lip and pulled it slightly before releasing it. san brushed his fingers over your cheekbone as he leaned his face back to watch the muscles of your face twitch and go slack. “hm, did you like that, baby? your sounds are like music to my ears. all your whimpers and moans, i never want to stop hearing them.”
you felt your nails digging into his biceps as he increased his pace just a bit, the contrast between his sudden roughness and the featherlight touches of his hands sliding up and down your glistening body making your head spin. he hummed, his eyes rich with all kinds of emotions as they surveyed the moaning mess you were.
“i love that no one else gets to see you like this.” he angled his hips a little differently so his whole cock dragged along your most sensitive spots. he reached one of his hands down to let his thumb circled your swollen, abused clit. “that no one else gets to feel you or be inside you. they don’t get to have you… but i do.”
something about the way he whispered those words so possessively. it sent your mind reeling and had your walls clenching around him tightly as another orgasm washed over you. your body shook and writhed beneath him, overwhelmed for a moment. you opened your mouth in a silent moan, but his hand moved to your chin to nudge it shut so he could finish with his own groans muffled against you.
a little after that, he pulled out of you, both of you shuddering as he collapsed on top of you with his head between your breasts. san’s hands traced from your shoulder to your hands, holding them as if they were delicate and could break at any second, his hazy mind calming down as he listened to your heartbeat and felt the rise and fall of your chest. when you squeezed his hands, he sat up slightly dropping your right hand to hold onto your left one with both of his. he brought it up to his face and kissed your palm.
you let him, watching him silently as your cheeks warmed with heat and your stomach stirred with something other than arousal. he placed heartfelt pecks against your palm before he moved his lips to press more pecks on the inside of your wrist and then up your arm, all the way until he got to your shoulder. there, he lifted his lips, but not for very long as he placed a kiss against the spot over your heart and then continued travelling upwards. his tender kisses littered your neck and cheek until, finally, he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
you shivered and held him close, not quite processing how intimate all of this was. but soon enough, he got up from the bed and returned with a fresh pair of boxers on and a wet towel. he took ahold of your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so your knees hang off it. spreading your knees apart, he kneeled on the ground, eye level with the area he intended to clean.
as he wiped away all the cum and arousal, you twitched every now and then, stinging from the slight overstimulation. whenever you flinched, he’d pull his hand back and glance up at you, not continuing until he saw your discomfort eased. occasionally he’d press his lips against the inside of your thighs and your kneecaps, mumbling sweet words against them.
“you did so well, just relax now, love.” “does this feel okay, it’s not too much, is it?”
once he was done, san took the panties he had haphazardly tossed away from the bed and slid them up your legs, patting your hips once he got them on you. figuring you’d be cold, he also grabbed a shirt from his closet, slipping his hand under your back to help you sit up (though you weren’t that exhausted, but who were you to complain?) and dressing you in the soft, grey material.
when you woke up the next morning, you were facing each other, legs tangled under the sheets. he was already awake, absentmindedly tracing shapes on the skin of your waist under the shirt as he looked at you. there a warm smile spread itself onto his face when he noticed you were awake. his hand moved to the small of your back and drew you closer, holding you tightly and kissing your forehead.
briefly you considered asking what he saw you as. sure, after you slept together he’d usually be very affectionate. but something was different last night; the lingering kisses, the intimacy, the shockingly affectionate tenderness of his eyes. you pushed those thoughts away. there was no way he thought of you the way you thought of him.
still, a part of your soul couldn’t help but stay hopeful as he hesitantly uttered his next words.
“you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay for the rest of the day, would you? i just really don’t want this to end.”
you stopped yourself from cooing at his nervousness, nodding slowly. “i’d love to stay.”
“good.”
a beat of silence followed that, neither of you sure of what to say next. it was an awkward or uncomfortable silence, it was calm. the few rays of sunlight that got past his curtains provided the room with a soft glow, the pair of you engulfed by the warmth of the blanket.
he brought your hand up to his face and, much like the night before, pressed a kiss to your palm and then your wrist. the sensation left tingles on your skin and your breath hitched, something he took note of with a smirk.
“can i have my hand back yet?” you asked jokingly, your chuckle ringing through his ears.
I have this very vivid image of being dragged away by Hongjoong during a party or an outing into a bathroom that’s backlit by a dim red so that he can bend me over the sink and have me moan his name around his fingers when he fucks me because he can’t wait to get home
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PAIRING — hongjoong x reader
GENRE — smut, established relationship, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader
WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, public sex//bathroom sex, rough sex, mirror sex, fingering, teasing, degradation//praise, name calling, sexual language//dirty talk
WORD COUNT — 2k
You were pushed into the bathroom in a rush, your boyfriend offering you no time to utter a single word before his lips crashed against yours. It was a mess of teeth and tongue and so fierce you had to clasp his shirt to steady yourself. His hands were all over you, gripping and pulling on all the places that made you moan into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I need you. Need you now.” Hongjoong’s lips trailed down your jawline just as his hands ventured up your skirt, leaving goosebumps across your skin in their wake. He was touching you urgently, desperately as if the two of you weren’t currently inside the club’s restroom.
“Hongjoong,” you sighed, voice thick with arousal yet soft with nervousness. Your hands were stiff against his chest in a weak attempt to push him away, but a graze of his teeth against the soft spot on your neck had you fisting his shirt to pull him even closer to you. “Someone could walk in…”
“I can’t wait–” he sucked on your skin, “–until we get home.” Hongjoong’s fingers teased the lining of your panties and your cunt reacted immediately, fluttering and clenching around nothing. He had always been so well behaved, so composed and patient. He was passionate, but always knew how to rein it in, to keep his desires in check until the right moments. Tonight he was desperate, needy, and you would’ve been lying if you said it didn’t send arousal straight to your core.
There was a beat of silence as your concentration derailed, the only sound being the slightly muffled music from outside of the bathroom. It was hard to think of anything other than the way Hongjoong’s lips suckled on your neck, or the way his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. But the ever present fear of someone walking in and catching the two of you urged you to make one last attempt to convince your boyfriend to let you loose. “Hongjoong, we’re in the bathroom of a packed club. There are people right outside this door!”
Hongjoong smirked against your collarbone. He smirked, like he wasn’t at all turned off by the idea of someone witnessing the two of you like this. “Well, this isn’t about them, now is it?”
You were shocked at what came out of his mouth. Shocked and so immensely aroused. Hongjoong chuckled at your reaction.
“We’re going to have to make this quick.”
He lead you to the sink and was quick to bend you over it, situating himself behind you. Your face was a mere inches away from the mirror and you were able to see the view of him behind you. The bathroom was dimly lit, yet neon red lights lined the perimeter of the bathroom, illuminating him in a glow. With the lighting and the smirk on his lips he looked absolutely wicked, and your pussy weeped at the sight of him.
Hongjoong’s eyes lowered to your rear while his hands pushed your skirt up, bearing your panty cladded ass to his hungry gaze. He chuckled at the prominent wet patch, and your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s needy,” he teased while his thumb pressed against the soaked fabric.
You moaned at his touch. Your legs automatically spread themselves apart in a silent plea for him to touch you more. Your body always reacted to him, you weren’t able to control yourself around him. You were driven by desire and as each second passed you became less and less concerned by the multitude of people just outside the door. “Hongjoong, please, I need you to do something. Anything. Please.”
Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow, lips curled in a satisfied smile. His fingers pushed your panties to the side, his knuckles grazing your slick folds. “Weren’t you just telling me to stop a moment ago? What happened, hm?” He was way too smug, and you whined when he continued to offer you nothing more than feather light presses of his knuckles. He had a knack for breaking down your defenses in a matter of seconds; you were no match for him, and he fucking knew it.
“Hongjoong…” You pressed yourself against his hand to urge him to move. You didn’t care; you didn’t give a damn about anything else anymore. You just wanted him in every way he was willing to offer. And you needed him quick or else you were certain you’d combust. He had been so rushed just a moment ago, but suddenly he had all the time in the world.
He always made time to rile you up.
Two of Hongjoong’s fingers plunged into your heat at once, making your body jerk at the suddenness. Your back arched at the surge of pleasure while his fingers curled inside you. He began to work them in and out, pulling moan after moan from your throat. He chuckled just as he bent over your backside, chest against you and mouth at your ear. “We’re going to have to do this quietly, understand? Unless, of course, you want the whole club to hear how good I make you feel.”
You listened to him, biting your bottom lip to quiet yourself and keep more moans from spilling out.
“Good girl,” he praised as he straightened himself. His free hand slid down the expanse of your body, tracing every curve and dip. Hongjoong worked you open with his fingers, your cunt leaking arousal all over them and down your thighs.
It wasn’t long until your high began to gain on you. Your thighs shook and your teeth dug even deeper into your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet. But with every pump of his fingers into your soaked cunt you were pushed closer and closer to the edge, and your brain began to grow hazy. “Oh, fuck, Hongjoong. I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” His lips were at your ear again. “Going to cum for me? Going to cum all over my fingers, hm?”
You gulped. Your watery eyes met his sharp ones in the reflection. “Yes.”
“Mmh, you’re so dirty. Such a little slut you are for my fingers.” He added a third, your tight hole now full with three of his fingers. Hongjoong smirked at the way you whimpered. Your cunt sucked him in, fluttering around his digits as you spiraled to your release.
The addition of a third finger was enough to make you fall apart, euphoria overriding your senses and filling every last of inch of you. He kept finger fucking you through your high, just until you were able to milk every last bit of your orgasm.
Hongjoong stood straight again while he pulled his fingers out of you. You watched him through the mirror. He met your gaze just as he wrapped his plush lips around them. You didn’t miss the way his eyes practically rolled backwards as he delighted himself with your taste, and suddenly you were filled with renewed arousal at the sight.
“You taste delectable, baby,” he said after licking his fingers clean. He backed up a bit to gaze down at your cunt, watching the way it glistened in the low lighting. “I’d devour you, but we don’t have that kind of time.” He wiped off his fingers on your skirt before busying himself with the fasten of his pants. His erect cock was free a moment later, and he sighed in relief when he wrapped his palm around it.
Your cunt fluttered with anticipation as you watched him in the mirror; his brow was furrowed and jaw tight as he worked his hand over his cock, and you wanted nothing more than for him to stuff you full of it. “I need you in me, Hongjoong.” Your voice was only a whisper, barely audible under the heavy beat of the music.
Hongjoong chuckled while he aligned himself to your entrance. You both groaned when his tip pressed against your slickness. “Want me to slut you out, yeah? Slut you out right here where anyone could walk in. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To have someone witness how much of a cockslut you are.”
You rocked back and forth against his cock, not enough to push him inside but just enough to offer you some delightful friction. “Yes, fucking yes, Hongjoong.”
He was fully seated inside you just as the words left your lips. You cursed at the stretch, that delectable, toe curling stretch that made your brain turn to mush in your skull. You took every last inch of him, remaining still while you took some time to adjust to the fullness of him.
Hongjoong’s hands were tight on your hips, fingernails digging crescent shapes into your skin. “God, you feel so fucking good around me. Always taking me so well, baby.” He thrusted once, then twice, then again and again until he built up a rhythm. There was nothing precise about the way he moved; he was urgent. Urgent to cum, urgent to make you fall apart along with him. He’d been so desperate for you all night, and now every bit of neediness was beginning to override his self control.
You braced yourself against the sink to keep yourself from being pushed face first into the cool glass of the mirror. His hips pistoned into you with force, and all you could do was take it. You tried your best to keep your noises to a minimum, but the occasional moan slipped through your lips at every deep plunge of his cock into you. “Hongjoong…” His name was uttered as a warning. A warning that the pleasure was becoming overwhelming, and that it was getting harder for you to stifle your sounds.
Hongjoong understood, and soon his hand was snaking up your neck and up your jaw until his fingers reached your lips. “Suck on my fingers, baby.” You opened your mouth and allowed him to plunge two of his fingers inside. The taste of his skin and the lingering hint of your previous release overwhelmed your tastebuds.
You both watched each other in the mirror. You looked a mess with his fingers inside your mouth, and he looked undone with sweat along his brow. Together you were a nasty yet glorious sight to behold beneath the bathroom’s red glow. A sight that made you that much closer to falling apart. Hongjoong’s lips grazed your ear, hot breath fanning across your neck. His eyes never left yours. “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty and fucked out for me.”
His words spurred you on, and suddenly you were catapulted into your next high, body shivering underneath him. Your eyes rolled backwards, and the whole room turned blurry as you lost yourself within the pleasure he was filling you with. Moans were broken and muffled because of his fingers, and as you rode out your high he made sure to keep your mouth plugged.
“God damn,” Hongjoong groaned as you squeezed his cock. It only took a few more thrusts into your tight heat for him to reach his own climax, cock throbbing with need for release. He pulled out just in time to spill all over your ass, painting you with white hot ribbons of cum.
You slumped over the sink, only able to remain standing thanks to your boyfriend keeping you firm in his hold. His fingers left your mouth so he could rest his hand on top of yours. You smiled when he kissed your temple. “I love you.”
Hongjoong smiled. “I love you, too. Now let’s get you cleaned up before someone really does walk in.”
You chuckled. “I…I can’t believe we actually had the whole bathroom to ourselves without anyone —”
Before you were able to finish, the bathroom door flew open and in came Yeosang. There was silence, an awkward silence that seemed to last for too long. Shock and disgust flashed over his features before he returned to his neutral expression. He turned to leave, offering you and Hongjoong a small wave.
“I was curious where you two went. I should’ve stayed curious.”
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pairing: pole dancer!choi san x club owner!reader (fem)
w.c.: 3.3k
tags: smut, ft. pimp!woo
song rec: 'move' by taemin
with his toned thighs wrapped around the pole, sweat glistening under the changing lights, you felt the urge to wipe the cocky smirk off the new hire's lips. but little did you know, choi san loved performing for a crowd.
A/N: this is for my lovely, pretty, gorgeous, insanely kind, amazing, genius, and beautiful alyssa (@kitten4sannie) <3 I'm sorry this took over a month to get to ;; I really hope the wait was worth it though!! + a big thank you to choy (@chokchokk) for entertaining my thoughts for the past few days!! happy reading~ ^^
nsfw & warnings under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞
warnings: this —in white— is san's outfit for reference (except tighter, cheaper-looking and with a different chain), mentioned mxm, reader has one drink but everything is consensual, switch!san (shorty give me whip-whiplash), mean!reader, she's a badass though, public sex, unprotected sex (👎), san has a nipple piercing, some nipple play (m), multiple orgasms (m), multiple creampies, some edging, overstimulation, a hint of breeding/impreg kink, voyeurism/exhibitionism, degradation, so much dirty talk, nicknames (sannie, pretty boy; miss, darling), I think that's all (?)
Scrunching your nose at the rancid odour of sewage, your heeled boots clacked against the pavement leading to the guarded club entrance, digging into your coat pocket and fishing out a stack of bills to lay gently in front of the homeless man’s sleeping bag. You passed by him every night, his yellow grin a stark contrast to his surroundings—fetid air driving everyone in the area to hold their breath, disease-ridden rodents and pretentious high school dropouts with one too many stacks of their daddy’s money crawling around in the vicinity.
You walked past the burly guard at the front, watching his ninety-degree bow from the corner of your eye as you stepped into the club. It wasn’t the best area to run such business, but you got enough loyal customers—mostly rich men lying to their wives—to pay the bills. You supposed you should be thankful to your father for that, the wretched bastard leaving his only daughter to run this shithole.
You walked down the short hallway and into wide room, blues and purples illuminating the shiny tile and peeling walls as you carried yourself to the bar near the entrance. The rusted stool creaked as you rested your body weight down on it, ignoring the young bartender as she scrambled to make your usual drink, drops of expensive liquor flying over the bench before she dropped a decorated glass in front of you. Giving her a tight-lipped smile, you wrapped your fingers around the cup and allowed the bitterness to sink into your taste buds.
Sitting sideways at the bar, forearm flat on the surface with the drink loosely held in your hand, you focused your eyes on the man to your left, moving his body around the pole anchored in the middle of the room. Cheap, glittery fabric pressed into the skin of his toned chest, stretching around his biceps until a peak of his warm skin tone shone through the white. His thighs wrapped around the pole, the muscles bulging as he held himself up and rolled his body around the metal rod, a dainty belly chain loose around his narrow waist, head rolled backwards to stretch out the column of his freckled throat. You could tell he was trying to show off his rounded backside, but his movements carried a certain stiffness that made you scoff. The customers spread out on the seats surrounding the stage—a mix of older, unhappily married men, and younger, broke college students who couldn’t afford a fancier club—didn’t seem to mind as much, taking in his lousy attempt of an arch and the prominent bulge pressing against the thin material of his shimmering bottoms, ogling eyes zeroing in on the metal bar piercing his nipple as it occasionally brushed against the pole.
He lowered himself down onto the LED flooring on his tiptoes, maintaining the graceful stance as the song came to an end, feline eyes flitting upwards to bore into yours. He oozed confidence, the air around him almost unbreachable, and for a reason you couldn’t place your finger on, the cocky curl of his lips irked you, your eyebrow twitching in irritation at the shameless show of brashness.
Veiny arms circled your shoulders, a familiar rasp in your ear, “that’s the new hire I was telling you about. Pretty neat, don’t you think?” His dark brown locks tickled your temple, curved nose nuzzling into your hair.
You hummed in agreement, “Mm, good job, Woo. He’s pretty.”
“And tight, ‘tried him out myself,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, proud of his take on a job interview.
You reached back to smack his shoulder, a faint smile on your lips. “He’s a little too confident for someone who can’t even arch properly, though,” you critiqued, narrowing your eyes at the man now bent over in front of the small crowd, thick fingers wrapped around the pole while he attempted to move his stiff muscles.
“He’s not that bad,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes, tracing over the man’s plump ass with his eyes as he played back the events from the previous night in his mind, the throaty moans and whimpers still fresh in his ears.
“Even you can do a better job than him, and that’s saying a lot.”
Two fingers pinched your upper arm through the blazer covering it, Wooyoung’s unamused huff blowing over the shell of your ear. “If you’re so displeased by his performance, why don’t you teach him how to do it yourself?” He pushed back the image of the man’s narrow waist and puckered hole, replacing it with the memory of the private show you’d put on for him the week before.
While Wooyoung was too busy fighting off the sudden tightness in his pants, you contemplated his words—despite knowing he’d spoken them humorously. Tightening your hand around your drink, you brought it up to your lips and gulped down the rest of it, pushing Wooyoung off you and standing up. He scrambled to find his footing, caught off guard by your brassy stride towards the center of the room, aiming towards the occupied chair right across the stage.
With a hand on the college freshman’s shoulder, you pulled him off the worn-down leather, sitting down in his place and watching him scurry away with a hand halfway down his pants. Redirecting your attention towards the handsome man in front of you, his gaze instantly locked with yours, and something in his eyes gave away that he knew who you were. His hips swayed with more finesse—still not up to your standards—and his expression contorted to mimic a state of ecstasy. He was trying to impress you.
You watched for a few seconds, until he bent down lower, the pathetic arch of his spine pushing the words off your tongue, “Choi San, was it?” your voice cut through the music. “It seems like Wooyoung may have spoken too highly of you. I’m a little disappointed,” you took pleasure in the slow erasure of his cocky smirk, his movements faltering as he took in your words, hints of discontent evident in your tone. “Stand up straight, pretty boy.” You leaned forward in your seat, resting your elbows over your thighs as you watched him hesitantly part from the pole to straighten up. A smirk—a sign of power, perhaps—found its way onto your lips, “why don’t you grind on that pole for me? Since you seem so confident in yourself.”
Red tinted the shell of his ears, and you wondered how a few words could have affected a man like him so easily, as though he wasn’t standing in a room full of people ogling at his body, two pieces of glimmering fabric hiding him from their deviant gaze.
You could almost see the thoughts churning in his pretty head, dubiously reaching for the pole once again, standing behind it and beginning his decent into a full squat. Firm muscle bulged out of his thighs, oiled, tan skin reflecting the moving lights shining over his figure, his clothed bulge trapped between the metal and his abdomen. His hands remained above his head as he sunk lower, the cropped material of his shirt riding up to reveal more of his flushed chest. You watched him wordlessly, eying the deliberate brush of his nipple piercing over the pole, a muted ‘clink’ drowned under the music. Your eyes moved back to his face, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his eyebrows drawn in, and when you trailed down his body, your lips only curled further: his half-hard length pressing against the scratchy fabric, a wet patch spreading through the material and shimmering alongside the glitter. You may be starting to understand Wooyoung’s strange infatuation with the man.
You pushed off the creaky leather, smoothing down your suit before taking a few steps onto the round LED flooring, standing next to the crouched man and watching him twist his head to look up at you.
It was known rule everywhere that the dancers were not to be touched, and you figured your next move would probably be setting a bad example in front of your customers, but your clientele consisted mostly of regulars, people who knew you to be the boss. People who knew you made the rules.
You reached down to grab his face, fingers digging into his jaw and angling it further upwards, “you’re too stiff.” Your lips curved at his attempt at pushing away, nose scrunched up in defiance.
“’m not stiff,” he retorted weakly, words muffled through the tight squeeze of your fingers around his face.
“What’s the matter, Sannie, did Youngie fuck you too hard last night? Can’t even arch your back properly?” You gave his head a firm shake with every rhetorical question, pouting your lips in faux sympathy. His cheeks heated up under your touch, the pretty pink bleeding down his neck and chest as your aired out his nightly endeavors.
“I can arch my back-”
“My club is gonna run out of business if you keep running your mouth instead of doing your job properly, pretty boy. My old man would be rolling in his grave if that ever happens. We don’t want that now, do we?” You watched panic seep into his features when you spoke your next words, “how will you pay off your debt then, hm?”
“I-I’ll learn how to do it, please just-” his fingers release around the pole and wrap around your calves instead, his knees falling to the floor by your feet while he pleaded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
His touch wasn’t unpleasant, rough fingertips brushing over your clothed skin, squeezing gently while he squirmed under you. Your fingers eased around his jaw but didn’t let go, pleased to have a man of his stature in the palm of your hand, yours to maneuver and handle however you wished. “And what will you do until then? Learning takes time, and we’re short-staffed, you know.”
A dangerous glimmer lit up San’s dark eyes, a sense of danger churning in your gut. Skilled hands slid up your legs, past your knees and thighs to settle on the curve of your hips, nuzzling his face into your palm before speaking. For a reason you couldn’t exactly pinpoint, you allowed him to do as he pleased, as though you suddenly had your own personal, human-sized cat, brimming with affection it didn’t know how to express. Siren eyes blinked up at you, a smile loaded with playfulness and mischief directed at you.
“I’ll just make sure to put on a performance they’ll never forget.”
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Antsy hands pushed open your unbuttoned blouse to slide over the heated skin, your dress pants tossed and abandoned over the chair you’d been sitting in, lace panties dangling off the angle resting on San’s shoulder. His glitzy top scratched against your skin, forming a blister you were too busy to care about as San’s body pressed against yours with his belly chain forming indents into your navel, his cock pounding into you to the steady beat of the music blasting through the decrepit speakers, a distant whirring disrupting the audio.
You slapped his hand off your chest, a warning look in your eyes and a pathetically despondent one in his, reaching for your hand and guiding it to his own chest, a silent ‘touch me instead.’ It was fascinating how quickly San’s cocky persona vanished once he got his dick wet, his face contorting—eyebrows furrowed and his eyes lidded—while you pulled on his piercing, rolling his nipple under your thumb and reveling in the tight moans rolling off his tongue.
“Fuck, ‘m close,” he mumbled, readjusting on his knees, the tight material of his bottoms low on his thighs restricting the movement.
“Already?” you teased, sucking in a sudden breath at the new angle, his cock curving into your g-spot through his relentless thrusts, his previous rhythm lost in his overflowing lust. “What a waste of a pretty cock, can’t even last long enough to make me cum.”
You noted the rose bleeding into his ears once again, his hips stuttering and a throaty moan leaving his lips as he emptied inside you, his hot seed spreading warmth through your lower belly. You laughed as he lowered himself onto you, hovering over your torso while he rolled his hips into your cunt, riding out his orgasm with airy moans and tightly-shut eyes. Paper bills fluttered in the air, some sticking to the sweat beaded on San’s back while the majority landed around your tangled bodies.
You were about to get up, words of beration forming on your tongue, but San took a few breaths and drove his cock further into you, grinding his length between your dripping walls until it chubbed up once again. It caught you off guard, his eagerness to perform, to prove himself to you, to fuck you dumb in front of all your customers.
The slow pace he adopted wasn’t enough, but the deliberate drag of his cock over your g-spot nearly sent you spiraling, the leg perched up on his shoulder shaking with every thrust. “Ngh, do you like being watched, pretty boy?”
San’s bashfulness was nowhere to be found, replaced with a pleased smile and a quick nod to his head, “Mm, I do,” his fingers kneaded the flesh of your thigh, his other hand pushing down your right leg to further open you up for him, driving his cock into you twice before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “what about you, Miss? You’re the same, aren’t you? I can feel your cunt squeezing around me every time you look at the perverts watching us.”
Your limbs felt heavy, something in your stomach convulsing at his words. “Watch your mouth-”
Calloused fingers slipped under you to tangle in the hair at your nape, tugging sharply until your neck craned at the force, your next words dying on your tongue as he began pistoning his cock into your needy cunt, a broken cry ripping through your chest as his cockhead pressed into your sweet spot repeatedly.
“You want them to watch how I’m gonna fuck you full? I’ll give you all I have, Miss, every last drop, until you’re all swollen with my cum,” he rambled, soft lips pressed against your temple while he hammered into you, sending you barreling towards the edge.
A tingle spread through your limbs, the edges of your vision darkening, and you prepared to freefall into a numbing orgasm, but San’s hips suddenly slowed to a languid grind, his lips stretching menacingly against your skin.
“No- fuck, I was so close-”
San interrupted your complaints, “tell me you want it.”
Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. It was as though he was holding your orgasm for ransom. “Don’t be a fucking asshole, I’m still your boss-”
“-and I’m the one fucking you stupid,” he retorted, that vexing smirk on his face once again, and you wanted to punch it away. You’d assume abusing an employee would bring bad rep to your club, though, and you couldn’t afford to lose any customers. So you settled on glaring at him, attempting to roll your hips but huffing when San’s hands anchored you down to the floor.
“C’mon, just say you want it. I’ll give you whatever you want, Miss.” He lowered his voice down to a whisper, “all of it, just for you.”
The deep baritone of his voice, the words flowing smoothly off his tongue, warm hands splayed over your hips, occasionally squeezing at the flesh at the end of every sentence, his musky perfume mixed in with the tangy scent of his sweat engulfing your senses. Your walls pulsed around his cock, sitting thick and heavy inside you while you squirmed under him, the skin of your cheeks heated under his gaze as he awaited the words he wanted to hear. After a few minutes of his relentless stare-down, cat-like eyes boring into yours with incessant demand, you gave in, muttering the words under your breath and breaking eye contact.
Just when you thought you could breathe again, his deep chuckle echoed in your ear, the pleasant sound preferable over the music playing in the background, but his words sent a wave of cold sweat seeping out of your pores, “No, no. Say it louder for me, darling.”
You huffed in exasperation, the smell of alcohol swimming in the air between you. Shutting your eyes to relieve yourself of the sight of San's sharp jawline and arched eyebrow, you missed the way his gaze flitted upwards to meet with Wooyoung’s—the man now sat in the chair to the left of the stage, palming at the obvious tent in his pants.
San gave a harsh thrust to egg you on, the shot of pleasure shooting up your spine at the gesture enough to push the words off your tongue, “just fucking give me your cum already, ‘want it all inside,” you slurred, voice breathy with hints of desperation.
San didn’t waste any time before picking up his pace, pounding into your heat with urgent want, as though he was a starved man at a banquet. It was as though he’d lit your nerves on fire, the pleasure so intense your mind went numb, nails digging into San’s biceps as he pulled moan after moan out of you. “Hnnngh! L-like that, yeah-”
There was no build-up to your orgasm, and you found yourself tumbling down a steep cliff into a valley of ecstasy, lips forming an ‘o’ while San guided you through it. With your back arched off the ground, your blouse damp and stuck to your slick back, you clung to the fluid drag of San’s throbbing cock between your fluttering walls, the sound of skin-on-skin following the beat vibrating through the speakers.
San’s fingers dented your skin with enough force to promise blossoming bruises, his breath laboured as he began to chase his own high after you’d ridden out yours, fucking into you like a madman, “’m almost there, Miss, ‘gonna make sure you’re nice and full of me,” He groaned near your ear, the sound melting away the tinges of overstimulation jolting you away from him, his tight grip keeping you in place to buck his hips into your used hole. “So full you might get pregnant- ngh!”
Driven to completion by his own words, San’s throaty moans drowned out the melody strumming in the background, spurts of hot cum adding to the white painting your walls as he milked himself of every last drop. It seemed like you were the one who had fucked him stupid, barely-coherent, babbled praise flowing into your ear as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.
Your knee dug into your chest, and you stared at the lace still hanging off your ankle where it sat on San’s shoulder, pins and needles pricking at your muscles from the prolonged position. But you didn’t complain, simply basking in the afterglow while San’s chest rose and fell into yours. You could see the flutter of paper bills in your peripherals—more than you’d ever seen before on a slow, Thursday night—barely any of them reaching you as the men tossing them had their dominant hands preoccupied. Your eyes moved sideways, meeting Wooyoung’s, already staring back at you with a knowing smirk on his pouty lips.
Through the thick haze of the orgasm still clouding your mind, your muscles twitching with its remnants as San’s cock spasmed pathetically between your flooded walls, two loads streaming out of your stretched cunt, you realised just how much Choi San enjoyed performing for a crowd.
And just how much you could profit off that.
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in which: your coworker recommends that you see a massage therapist for your many, many muscle aches, and you do just that with massage therapist choi san
Thank god your thighs were fucked up. Actually, it sucks. Your thighs were eternally fucked according to every single doctor you’ve ever been to. They all said that you have incredibly large knots in your thighs and that you would need more than one session to bring your thighs back to normal. You didn’t really think about seeing a massage therapist until you threw your shoulder out working your day job like there was no tomorrow.
One of your coworkers from work always told you to see one of the massage therapists at the place that she goes to.
“They’re all really good! My go-to therapist is usually Yeosang, but Wooyoung filled in for him one day, and he did a good job as well. I’m telling you, they saved my life,” she explained to you while giving you their business card.
“Do they only have male massage therapists?” you asked, unsure if you would feel comfortable having a man massage you instead of a woman.
“They do... I think… I was the same way, too, but the person at the front desk recommended Yeosang for me because each massage therapist has different styles and pressures. Some of them can be really firm, but others have a light touch. I usually need medium to firm to bounce back.”
You nodded, still hesitant about the place, but after you left work and stepped onto the sidewalk wrong and feeling a way of soreness and pain shoot through your calves and thighs, you decided that you would go to this place that your coworker told you about.
Upon entering, you were greeted by a cute receptionist who looked like a massage therapist himself.
“Welcome to SPATZ. My name is Jongho. How can I help you today?”
“Uh…” you hesitated, unsure of how to go about asking for their services.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No…”
“Not a problem, we do take walk-ins. What kind of service are you looking for today?”
He opened his book and flipped through some pages while you thought about what parts of your body were in pain.
“Honestly, I have no idea. My doctors keep telling me about knots in my thighs, and today I threw my shoulder out at work… I guess my entire body?”
“And what kind of pressure do you prefer?” he asked without looking up from the book.
“I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
The man finally looked up from the book. You shifted slightly as you felt his gaze burn a hole through you and then let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he opened up another book and jotted down some details.
“Name?”
“Y/N.”
“Insurance and ID, please,” he asked you as he held out his hand.
You handed the cards to him. He scanned them then returned them to you as he continued to scribble away in the smaller notebook.
“Shoulder… Thighs… Your calves are a little tense, too… And your back is definitely stiff,” Jongho said to himself, but you were still able to hear him slightly. He raised his voice as he addressed you, “Luckily, we have our most versatile therapist available at the moment. Since this is your first time, you get to test out our service for free, and when the session is over, we can discuss scheduling future visits. For now, if you could just fill out this paperwork and have a seat.”
He handed you a clipboard, which you took. You didn’t take long to fill out the paperwork, but before you could get up and hand the board back to the receptionist, the door to the inside of the place opened, revealing a man who seemed more equipped to be a sports therapist than the receptionist.
“Y/N?”
“Yes!”
“Come with me.”
The man disappeared through the door, and you quickly got up, returned the board to Jongho, and shuffled towards him until you were walking right behind him. He opened another door and gestured for you to go in. You did so and stood in the room awkwardly as he shut the door behind you two. There was a table in the middle of the room and towards one of the walls was a bunch of cabinets and a countertop with a various collection of oils and lotions lined up.
“You can put your bag on this chair and have a seat on the table,” he said with mild amusement upon seeing your timidness.
You nodded and did as he instructed. There was a rolling stool near the counter and cabinets that he sat on and rolled on so that he was right in front of you. The stool was significantly shorter than the table itself, so when he rolled over, his head was near your knees. You swallowed nervously and held your legs closer together as you looked at this massage therapist.
He was beautiful. He smiled at you softly, slightly exposing his dimples which you know would go deeper the moment he laughed. He eyes were sharp, but his eyebrows were even sharper— they were definitely not sisters; they were twins. The shape of his nose accentuated all the sharp lines on his face, and his plush lips truly added to his charm. You felt your face get warm. You silently thanked God that you wouldn’t have to look at his face while he worked on your knots since he would most likely have you be face down for the most part.
“My name is San, and I’m going to be your massage therapist today,” he introduced himself. “Before we get started, what kind of pressure are you looking for?”
“I really don’t know. This is my first time getting any sort of massage, so I have no idea what kind of pressure would be best for me,” you answered truthfully.
“Okay, so what we can do is start soft, then if you need me to go harder, I can.”
It was the way he phrased that sentiment that made you shift slightly, trying to calm yourself down.
“According to Jongho, you want to work on your shoulder, legs, and lower back, right?”
You nodded. San opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a sheet. He shook out the sheet and nodded his head, indicating that you should get off the table. You did so, and he covered the table with the sheet. Then, he said, “I’m going to step out of the room for a minute. Undress, get under the sheet, and lay face down. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Your eyes widened. Why did he need you to remove your clothes? Couldn’t he just work over your clothes? San seemed to read your mind as he clarified, “To work out the knots and give you the best effect, working with skin-to-skin contact will be best.”
With a hesitant but understanding nod, you allowed San to step out of the room. You quickly removed your clothes and got under the sheet, worried that San would just step in when you were completely naked. You ensured that the sheet was tucked tightly around you so that you were only showing so much skin and put your face down. Several seconds later, San knocked on the door.
“Ready?”
“Ready!”
San entered the room again and closed the door behind him. You kept your head down as you waited for him to do his thing. You did not want to make eye contact with him at all.
The first part of your body that he uncovered was your shoulder itself, and you were suddenly aware that the side of your breast was exposed to the chilly air in the room. You pursed your lips and tried not to think about the fact that with one wrong move, San could see your entire naked backside. However, San remained professional. He didn’t pull any moves on you.
The session went really well. Your thighs had never felt such relief before. According to San, your thighs needed an insane amount of pressure, but the rest of your body needed a lighter touch. After your session, he recommended that you schedule your appointments with him if you planned on returning for their services. You did just that.
You had many, many, many sessions with San since that first time. You developed a sort of professional friendship with him in that time, and on your first anniversary since starting the services at the place he worked at, you got an email from the company itself celebrating that anniversary. To celebrate, you went for another massage.
“Can you believe I’ve been seeing you for a year?” you asked him, unaware of your choice of phrasing.
“You make it sound like we’re dating,” he responded jokingly.
Your face went red. The thought of you dating your massage therapist felt taboo in a way, but that wasn’t why you were blushing— if you ever got the chance to date someone as hot as San, you probably wouldn’t be able to function ever.
“So, what’re we working on today?” San asked as he laid out the sheet.
“I slept on my neck funny—”
“I told you not to sleep with so many pillows!”
“I’m not anymore! But I fell asleep on my sofa last night…”
“Y/N! Don’t do that! You’re going to make your condition way worse,” San lectured. “You better sleep in a proper bed tonight.”
“I will, I promise.”
“Good. Undress and go face down. We’ll work on your neck and shoulders. Also, maybe your lower back. Your posture needs a little work.”
After undressing and getting under the sheet, San entered the room. He moved the sheet down so that your traps were completely uncovered then put some oil on his hands and rubbed his hands together to generate some heat. He started massaging lightly.
You didn’t know what was different about this time. He used the same lotion as usual, and he used the same pressure, but you were incredibly turned on— maybe it was because he was massaging much slower than usual. It didn’t help when San brushed your hair away from your neck, his nails grazing the nape of your neck almost making you moan. Your ears were burning as his fingers pressed into the sides of your neck and along your shoulders.
It was only when San traced a line down your spine and blew cool air lightly along the way did you confirm that he was definitely not doing his usual service.
“San…?”
“Yes, Y/N?”
You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to call him out for not maintaining his usual style of massage, but you also didn’t want him to stop.
“Is everything okay?” San prompted since you didn’t respond.
“Y-yeah…”
“Want me to move onto your lower back?”
“Sure…”
San moved the sheet down further, exposing your lower back. He worked on your back, and his service went back to normal for a solid minute before you felt his hands work lower than your lower back. He was on your tail bone, then his hands went further. The sheet moved down even more, and the second he cupped your buttocks, you gasped and moaned slightly.
“S-san,” you said his name breathlessly.
“Yes, Y/N?”
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“It’s a stress relieving massage. It’s meant to make every part of you feel good.”
You wanted to respond, but before you could, San squirted more oil onto your body and started rubbing your ass cheeks inwards. His firm kneading on your buttocks made your legs tingle. You had to hold onto the sides of the table to keep your sanity, your nails digging into the sheets. Small moans escaped you every so often, earning a throaty chuckle from San. The sheet completely slipped off you— rather, San pulled it off— and his hands moved to your thighs. They went from the back of your thigh to the inside, his fingers rubbing against your labia and clit over and over again. You couldn’t tell if you were wet because of the oil or because he was turning you on, but the one thing you knew for certain was that you felt the tension in your pussy build exponentially.
You gasped loudly when San’s fingers pressed into you ever so slightly, the tips of his fingernails grazing the inside of your pussy.
“You doing okay?” San asked, his voice reaching a teasing tone.
“Uh-huh,” you nearly moaned.
“So is it okay if I continue?”
“Mmhmm,” you responded, desperately needing him to help you reach your climax.
“Then flip over for me.”
San moved away from you, allowing you to turn so that you were now face up. He placed your arms and legs accordingly to assist with his massage, which meant your arms were pinned to the sides of you, and your legs were spread wide open, nearly dangling off the edges of the table. Before he resumed the massage, he poured more oil onto your body. You watched through narrowed, bleary eyes as he kept a stoic face while completely covering you with the warm oil until the bottle itself was completely empty.
The feeling of the warm oil hitting your bare skin was electrifying, and it only got better as he continued the massage. He first focused on your hip joints, your pussy still impatiently throbbing for him to satisfy you. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back as his hand neared your crotch once more, his fingers rubbing along the sides of your pussy once again while his other hand massaged your breast and played with your nipple.
Then, he drew circles over your clit. The circles started slowly at first, but they gradually sped up. Moans tumbled out of your mouth as your hands reached to push San’s away, but he had no intention of letting you interrupt his flow. He positioned himself so that no matter how you grabbed his arm to pull his fingers away from you, there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
The combination of him rubbing circles on your nipple and clit was too much for you, but you had yet to hit your climax. That was when San trapped your clit between his two fingers and rubbed vigorously, making you cum within seconds. You did your best to keep your cries of pleasure on the quiet side, but that was just not happening when San fingers slipped inside you.
“Wait, San! Ah!” you cried out as his thick fingers rushed in and out of you.
He barely gave you time to recover from your first climax, and with the added element of San’s fingers curled inside you as he pushed them in, you barely had time to resist cumming once again. You held onto San’s wrist with both of your hands, your arms weak from the pleasure. This time, you moaned loudly as you flung your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pure ecstasy. You prayed that San wouldn’t continue with this spectacular massage of his, and your prayers were answered. After you came the second time, San moved away from the table and grabbed a couple of towels for you and him.
“Your session is over,” San said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “However, if you would like to extend, I’d be happy to continue with the service when I get off of work.”
Despite cumming twice within the session, you wanted more from him. You nodded, your face still flushed, your words not formulating properly, and your eyes unable to maintain eye contact with him.
“I get off my shift in thirty minutes. Wait for me in the parking lot.”
San left the room, allowing you to wipe down yourself completely, dress, and head to the parking lot. You did as he instructed and waited for him in the parking lot, anxiety starting to prick at your skin. He got off his shift right as he said he would. He walked to his car and unlocked the doors. He opened the passenger’s side door and watched you fully sit inside before closing the door on your behalf and getting into the driver’s seat.
The drive was silent. This was the first time you had ever been with your massage therapist outside of the workplace, which made you realize that you practically knew nothing about the man other than some of his hobbies and daily activities— very surface level stuff. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask him any questions; the sexual tension was heavy, and it felt like you were choking on it.
You arrived at San’s place. You walked into his apartment timidly, completely self-conscious about the fact that he was right in front you. He led you to his bedroom where you stood awkwardly as he disappeared into his closet. He emerged bearing a soft, plush robe. He handed it to you as he said in a low, quiet voice, “Go take a shower. You still need to wash the oil off.”
“Right,” you nodded and accepted the robe.
“You can leave your clothes in the bathroom for now. When you’re done, come back into my bedroom.”
Acknowledging what he said, you went into his bathroom and did as he asked. Your mind was in a daze as you cleaned the oil off your body to the best of your ability. The evening had moved so fast that you didn’t even know exactly how you got to be standing naked in San’s shower, and you even wondered if being there that night was even a good idea; but then, your mind flashed to how good the man in the other room made you feel, and you decided that being in his apartment was definitely going to be worth it. You quickly finished up in his bathroom shortly after that revelation. Wearing the robe, you left his bathroom and returned to his bedroom, where he was standing by the foot of his bed. He had changed out of his work clothes and into a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. You felt your body heat up and your face burn upon seeing him.
“Did you wash everything off, Y/N?” San asked you as he turned his entire body to face you.
“To the best of my ability.”
“Hmm, let’s check then. Lie here.”
San gestured to the side of the bed he was standing near. You walked slowly towards him before sitting then lying on the bed face up. Before getting on the bed himself, San dimmed the lights in his room. He trapped your waist between his knees, his face hovering above yours as he brushed your hair away from your face. His fingers wiped the side of your neck as if he was actually searching for any missed spots, but it was definitely a ruse— his fingers trailed down the side of your neck across your collarbones and down the center of your chest. His hand slipped under the robe and began to feel up your breast. You tilted your head to the side, squeezed your eyes shut, and whimpered as you felt San’s other hand hold your waist tightly. You couldn’t help but yelp when San ran his finger over your nipple and began to play with your nipple.
Your hands clutched the bedsheets as if you were holding on for dear life, and your legs were pressed together as you felt your pussy get wetter with every passing second. Your eyes went wide open when San moved one end of the robe away from your breast, his lips planting on your nipple instantly. Your whole body lurched as he sucked painfully hard, his tongue flicking your nipple. He still had his hand on your breast, which he squeezed as he continued to lick and suck, nearly driving you crazy. Your eyes were shut once more as you flung your head back to fully experience this newfound ecstasy.
Your eyes fluttered open when you felt his lips and hand release your breast. You watched his chest heave with every deep breath he took. Your heart fluttered as that broad chest of his lowered so that it was nearly pressed against yours. He tilted your chin so that you were forced to make eye contact with him, and you felt yourself get turned on all over again. His lips parted momentarily, as if he wanted to say something or ask you a question, but he settled for running his tongue over his lower lip before bringing his lips to meet yours.
San’s lips were sweet and warm, but his kiss was rough and hot. Your hands found his forearms and held onto them tightly as you pushed yourself further into his amazingly intense kiss. His lips were magnetic. When the kiss ended, you wanted to return to him so quickly, but he instead sat up. He had the most intense and sultry look on his face as he gazed at you.
It was only when San took his tank top off did you realize how muscular he was. Sure, you saw his biceps and triceps when you first laid eyes on him in the tank top, but you weren’t thinking about what his body looked like underneath. He remained upright as he tossed the top to the ground. You could barely count the number of abs you could see on him in the faint light, and before you could figure out the number, he took your hands in his and neared you once more. He placed your hands so that they were on the back of his neck.
“Keep your hands right there, okay?”
You nodded. You were expecting him to kiss you again, so it completely took you by surprise when his fingers untied your robe and pushed it aside, his hands forcing you to spread your legs. He rubbed your pussy lightly before checking his fingers, his tongue running along the tips of his fingers to taste. You desperately wanted to cover your red hot face in embarrassment, but you did as San told and kept your hands firmly planted on the back of his neck.
“You did a good job cleaning yourself up,” he told you, a slight smirk appearing on his face.
San lowered himself and placed his lips right by your ear, his hand returning to rubbing your pussy. You let out little erotic gasps as San’s thumb pushed lightly into you as he rubbed. You moved your head towards his, your hand slipping from his neck to his cheek. You guided him gently to kiss you as his fingers continued to make your pussy wetter.
It was when San let out impatient grunts did you begin to feel a little restless. You desperately wanted something in you whether it be his fingers or his cock, and you knew that he was reaching his limit; so, you moved your hand down to his waist and cupped his crotch, the bulge in his pants immediately getting bigger. San’s breathing hitched as he moaned your name.
Without a second to lose, San stripped himself down completely before ripping the robe off of you. You were both completely naked, and while San had seen you naked plenty of times in the past, this was the first time you ever saw him in his entirety. You couldn’t really gauge how big he was when you felt him up just moments before, so you certainly were not expecting to see a massive weapon at his disposal. Reaching towards his nightstand, San grabbed a condom and swiftly rolled it on. His hands reached for your waist and pulled you towards him gently, his lips near your neck as the tip of his dick pressed lightly against your entrance.
“Breathe in,” San whispered as if you were lying on the massage table.
You took a deep breath in, and when you exhaled, San pushed his way into you. Your exhale turned into a loud cry, your hands automatically reaching for his neck once again. You held him close to you as he began to move, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt his length reach all the way inside you and his girth stretch you out completely.
San’s thrusts slowly sped up. He was being rather gentle with you, which at first made you want to demand more from him, but when he slammed his pelvis into yours, you decided to keep your mouth shut— he was incredibly strong and big, so him being gentle was a courtesy. Loud moans left your lips as he continued to speed up, the bed underneath the two of you slightly squeaking as his fully body force moved the mattress upwards, your eyes still glued shut.
“Y/N, look at me,” San said with a rough grunt.
You blinked a couple of tears out of your eyes as you barely made eye contact with San. He wiped the tears from the corner of your eye, his other hand still firmly grasping your waist. You felt time come to a standstill when you stared into San’s deep, beautiful eyes. Just looking into your eyes was enough for him; San let out a deep shuddering sigh as he slammed into your waist loudly, his dick quivering inside you. Seeing San bite his lower lip as he came made you cum as well, a whimper leaving you as your cries of pleasure died down.
Silently, San got off his bed. He removed the condom, tied it up, and threw it away before joining you on the bed again. He laid down right next to you, his arm snaking around your waist and bringing you closer to him. You pressed your ear against his chest and listened to the sound of his beating heart as the two of you calmed down.
“How was that for you?”
“Heavenly… But San, I have a question.”
“Yeah?”
You both leaned away from each other so you could see your faces as you conversed. You unconsciously rubbed your knee against his dick, causing him to flinch and pull away from you a little bit more; you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction.
“Why?” You asked him your question.
“Why what?”
“Why did you sleep with me?”
“Because I wanted to,” San said matter-of-factly.
“But why me?”
San let out a light exhale. His fingers brushed past your ear as he cupped your face gently and brought your face the slightest bit closer to him.
“I thought you were cute from the moment I first saw you last year, Y/N. Then, I thought you were incredibly sexy the second I saw your body.”
“You’re lying,” you said with a scoff.
“No, I’m not. Every session is always difficult for me because I always wanted to do unspeakable things to you. You know, I don’t do skin-to-skin contact with any of my other clients. Only you.”
You went silent upon hearing this confession from him. You felt your heart rate go up the tiniest bit while you asked quietly, “You really like me that much?”
“Yes, I really like you that much, Y/N.”
“So then why now of all times?”
“I finally broke today because, like you said, it’s our one year anniversary. Happy anniversary,” San stated simply as if the two of you were celebrating a romantic anniversary.
He kissed the top of your head and hugged you closer, his bare skin making yours feel fiery hot. You also felt him get incredibly turned on as his waist pressed into yours, his hips rotating slightly as he pushed himself closer to you.
“Let’s go again,” you told him, your lips right at his ear, causing him to shiver.
San pulled you on top of him in an instant, your knees on either side of his waist. He had a breathtaking smile on his face before and after you left a sweet kiss on his lips that made your heart flutter even more. He held your waist as he nodded and said, “Again.”
Synopsis; A white Persian witnesses stupid pair of friends who’d finally realized their feelings towards eachother through acts of services and their never ending teasings.
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With a phone in your hand and a white Persian on your lap, a soft pout was contorted on your face as you hesitated to send the message that you'd been gazing over for almost half an hour now. Even Luna was getting annoyed since she stopped purring when you decided to replace your fingers from her soft white fur to your lips, as you bite on it nervously.
'It's only your best friend, what's so bad about asking him to come over and spend time with you?'
You didn't know whether it was your mind, or the angel and the devil on your shoulder that gave you that thought. Luna who had been waiting for your attention back long enough, knocked the phone from your hand with a head nudge. As weak as a cat was, it still shocked you that your phone fell back to the couch next to your thigh.
With an annoyed grumble, you glared softly with a pout, that seemed to be a natural thing that you inherit within your family, towards the innocent-looking feline face in front of you. Your phone was ignored, now that Luna successfully gained your attention.
"You're hungry, aren't you?" A heave of breath and a slight crack of your back is all it takes before you stood up, and walked towards the spacious kitchen of your apartment, with a white fluff ball following behind, who sinlessly almost tripped your feat along the way.
Just as you're about to tell off the feline, a ring on your apartment door, as well as unnecessary knocks, saved the feline the unbeknown hell that she was about to hear.
A sigh came out, as you expected your annoying neighbor who only wanted to borrow your vacuum cleaner to be at the other side of the door, "I told you, Jeonghan. get your own-,"
Your words got cut off, when, instead of your pretty-faced neighbor, with his annoyingly soft-looking hair, you were greeted by the bright smile of your best friend, Jung Wooyoung.
"Was it necessary to ring my bell, and knock on my door?"
You grumbled as the only thing that greeted you as your best friend uninvitedly walked in, was an irritating pinch on the ribs.
"Tch, Jeonghan? come on, Y/N. You know better that it's only me who uses the bell, and knocks!"
Wooyoung proudly exclaimed with an eat-shitting grin, as he zoomed past your living room, to your kitchen, not forgetting to pet your Persian on the head. You swore to yourself that you held back the urge to grip his neck and threw him back out the door. 'Why didn't you check the cameras first before you open the door?' you thought to yourself, as you unwillingly walked over where Wooyoung was.
It took you a minute to realize that Wooyoung brought two white plastic bags in his hands, and puts them next to the unopened can of cat food that you were about to give to Luna. Your cat seemed to hold a grudge against you for forgetting to feed her since she jumped up to the counter, totally ignoring you, and rub her head on the canned food. It was as if she initiated for Wooyoung to open the can for her.
"You didn't feed Luna yet? Oh, poor thing. What did you deserve to have a mommy like Y/N?" Wooyoung teased, not sparing a glance in your direction.
With jaw dropped, and another urge to hurt Wooyoung, you reply feeling a bit offended, "I heard you, Woo."
"Jagiya, you were meant to," He said, still not paying attention and not caring about your offended tone, he waved to you and motioned to the plastic bags that he brought with him, "Unpack the bags, and put the ice cream in the fridge before it melts."
That's all he said before cracking open the cat food and putting it into Luna's ceramic food bowl that he got from the dishwasher. With a hesitant nod, You walked up next to a crouching Wooyoung since he puts Luna's bowl down on the floor next to the edge of the counter, the same edge Wooyoung puts the plastic bags on.
"What made you come here, Woo?" you asked your best friend who's stayed crouched down to scrape the cat food from the can, only for you to notice that he wasn't using a specific spoon to scratch Luna's food, you whined loudly to the boy, "Jung Wooyoung, you know Luna has a specific spoon for her food!"
"…This isn't it?" Wooyoung dumbly asked as he stares blankly at the spoon. Seemingly not feeling like he had sinned at all since he didn't spare me a glance when he said it. "Why would you even-"
With a blank face, you knocked a crouching Wooyoung down with your knee as he jolts forward almost knocking the poor feline's food bowl. Wooyoung on the other side, was used to your treatment when he got up unbothered, as if you didn't just try to kill him by cracking his skull against Luna's ceramic food bowl.
"You act like I never come by uninvited, Y/N. Besides, I wanted to try my new recipe on you," Wooyoung smiled, ruffling your already messy hair from the many times you've laid down on your couch. He got the rest of the things he bought from the plastic bag, while you brought Wooyoung's favorite ice cream flavor to your freezer.
"Very thoughtful of you, Woo," you mumbled, staring cynically at the two tubs of ice cream that were now resting in the freezer, also ignoring the danger of you being food poisoned by your best friend, when he said he wanted to try on a new recipe with you, "You didn't think about me when you got ice cream."
Wooyoung grinned at how your lips naturally come off to a pout as you speak dejectedly about the ice cream he bought, that was until he pulled out another tub of your favorite flavor of ice cream that you didn't seen earlier in the other plastic bag, and putting it in the freezer next to the tubs of his favorite flavor, "How could I ever?"
An audible gasp came out of you, which scared the poor feline that had seemed to make her run out of the kitchen. Wooyoung giggled at you as he gets close and puts you in a gentle headlock, bringing you closer to the counter beside the stove.
A cooking pot of yours, which was somehow Wooyoung's favorite pot every time he comes over to cook, was already set up on top of the stove. A few ingredients were also sitting on the counter that he set up earlier when I was pouting about the ice cream earlier.
"Wooyoung, argh!"
Wooyoung let out a loud high-pitched laugh as he felt you jabbing your fingers into the side of his waist in an act of defending your own life, "Okay, stop! Woman, god damn it."
You huffed as your best friend finally lets go of you, as Wooyoung puts you in front of the cutting board. A glare was shot towards Wooyoung as you look down at the board, "What? you're going to chop me now too?"
"That's absurd, who would pay for our Netflix account if I do that to you?" Wooyoung sent you a boyish grin as he brought up an onion in front of you, signaling for you to start chopping.
It was a weekly routine for you both to cook together for lunch and dinner while Wooyoung make use of your apartment for half of the day to eat, sleep, and play with his step-daughter, Luna. So it wasn't a surprise for you that he came all of a sudden, ready to make you his assistant in the kitchen.
It was just Wooyoung hadn't been messaging you and had been M.I.A towards you for almost two weeks now.
"Cut these onions in half and cut it for me, will you?" Wooyoung noticed you hesitating for a bit. He nudges your shoulder with a softer smile, in contrast to the smirks and grins he has been giving you ever since he got here.
You snapped out of your thoughts and started chopping on the onions skillfully as Wooyoung sauteed some thinly sliced beef, as well as mushrooms, not forgetting to finish the whole styrofoam package since Wooyoung knew you both loved mushrooms.
Wooyoung boiled another pot of water and he puts in what seemed like two portions of Dangmyeon from an eye measure, He turned to you who was now eyeing the cooked sliced beef and mushrooms.
He smirked, as he seemed to notice you. Wooyoung took a piece of the cooked mushroom, bringing it up against your lips, before asking you, "Where's the strainer?"
A grateful smile comes onto your lips, you gladly took the mushroom in your mouth, chewing on it slowly. You point to the upper cabinet of your kitchen, signaling to where the strainer was, "Up there, I think."
"Really, now?" Wooyoung sighed as he looked up to where you pointed, with his arms on his waist. It wasn't your fault you rarely use it, your kitchen is practically useless if it isn't because of Wooyoung.
You nodded mindlessly as you immediately stood on the counter when you thought Wooyoung didn't believe you. Your grey socks felt a bit slippery against the counter table, but you were positive that you were experienced enough to not fall, from the times you'd grabbed Luna's canned food which was placed in the cabinet where you kept all of your rarely-used kitchen utensils.
"Of course! the last time you used it, I kept it here ever-"
Your words got cut off when your feet got too close to the edge of the counter, making your whole body slip down from the high countertop. A loud 'Oh my god' came out from your lips as your eyes widens, waiting for the impact of the floor to hurt your body. And if it isn't for Wooyoung who was already witnessing your whole move, ever since you got up on the counter, you would've broken a leg.
Wooyoung caught your body as he moved you away from the pot that had boiling water and the now-cooked Dangmyeon in the hope that you don't nudge the pot through your fall.
Though, you both were unfortunate enough when your feet knocks over a bottle of sesame oil, making it shatter against the floor. Wooyoung instinctively brought your legs, signaling you to wrap them around his waist to avoid your foot from the shattered glass, and to help himself carry you a bit easier.
Thankfully it shattered far enough from Wooyoung so it doesn't immediately falls on his feet, he quickly turned off the stove of boiling water, not caring if the noodles are being left, and overcook itself from the remaining heat of the water.
With a panicked and worried gaze, you looked down at the mess you stupidly made, as you mutter out trains of apologies to your best friend, whose body you were clinging on. Wooyoung didn't say anything as he brought your bodies back away from the glass, towards the other side of the counter making way around the mess.
"Wooyoungie, I'm so sorry…" Your gaze finally sets itself on him, feeling how his face was so close to yours now. You forced the thought down that he was mad at you since he was too focused on getting you both away from the kitchen. Though, you don't doubt that he had the right to be mad. It's just that Wooyoung is rarely mad, especially toward you. "I'm sorry, Woo. I'll clean it up."
When Wooyoung finally sets you down on your couch, next to Luna, you immediately tried to get up again after promising him that you would clean up the mess you have made. Wooyoung stopped you with an unreadable gaze as he held you back from rushing back toward the kitchen.
"Did you hurt yourself?" Wooyoung mutter out worriedly, as he took your wrist, checking every part of you with his dark eyes. Wooyoung rubs your hair back tucking it behind your ear to stare at you, repeating himself when you didn't seem to answer, "Did you?"
You would've answered the first time he asked if it weren't from you trying to calm down your racing heart, whether it was from you smashing a glass bottle and almost hurting both of you or Wooyoung's long fingers that were grazing themselves against your face. His annoyingly handsome face was contorted in deep worry, as his eyes were skimming across your body, pausing longer at your feet to check if there was any glass that had pierced you.
If it weren't for him slapping your cheek softly when you haven't answered him, you wouldn't ignore the fact that Wooyoung's eyes gaze down to your lips for a split second. You broke your eye contact first, wanting to calm your racing heart, "I-i'm okay."
"Just stay still, I'll clean it."
That's the only thing Wooyoung said before rushing back to the kitchen as he took off his apron and kneeled down with a broom and a dustpan in his hand, in-front of the mess you’ve made, pushing the glass into the dustpan. He quickly throws the glass away to the white plastic bag from his groceries earlier, tying it tightly into a knot. He bends down once more to wipe the spilled sesame oil with a rag and pours a small amount of soap so it doesn't smell later on.
Wooyoung came back to the living room only to rush past me and Luna, to enter your bedroom. He came back out, his feet were now wearing your home sandals that were in a shape of a white duck. If only the atmosphere wasn't a bit heavy, you would've laughed at how ridiculous Wooyoung looked with your fluffy duck sandals.
There were sounds from the kitchen as you took a peak to see Wooyoung's back facing toward you. He opened the upper cabinet that you were reaching out to earlier and took out a steel strainer. You bit your lips thinking Wooyoung was mad at you at some point.
A few minutes later, Wooyoung came back with two plates of Jjapchae. He puts a plate in front of you, and next to you. He puts it on top of the table in front of the couch next to where you were sitting, before rushing back to the kitchen to grab something else. With a smile, Wooyoung came back as he held two pair of chopsticks and two cans of Diet Coke that you had stocked up in your fridge.
The smile he wore threw me off completely. You sat on the couch with legs crossed, you stare at him with curious eyes, wondering why he was smiling, "You're not mad at me, Woo?"
"No? Why would I be?" Wooyoung looked at you weirdly, as he sat down next to you. He grab your shoulder slightly to pull you towards him, so he could easily grab the tv remote that he saw sitting behind you. Wooyoung turn to look at you worriedly after he sets a Netflix show on for you both, "Are you really not hurt, Y/N?"
"No, I'm alright. Are you?"
"Nah, I'm alright." Wooyoung grinned, as he ruffled your hair after he saw the worried expression that was adorning your face. "Don't worry, it's just sesame oil. it's not that expensive. Just make sure you wear sandals to the kitchen for a few days, in case I didn't clean the glass well enough earlier, yeah?"
You nod obediently as you looked down at the warm Jjapchae Wooyoung served for you. You took a bite of the noodle as you turn to Wooyoung at the unfamiliar taste of the Jjapchae, "Isn't Jjapchae supposed to have sesame oil in them?"
"Yeah? And who's fault is that?" Wooyoung immediately bit back at you, as you pout at how right he was. Luna that seemed to want to join the both of us eating, climbed toward Wooyoung's lap with a soft purr.
You chuckled softly, as you gave him an embarrassed look, tilting your head towards Wooyoung who was chewing and was already looking at you with a judging stare. You grabbed a piece of mushroom and held it against his lips, in an act of saying 'sorry'.
He took it into his mouth, as he grinned at you with another unreadable look. The living room suddenly got quiet as the only thing that could only be heard was the Netflix show Wooyoung puts on. You knew then there was something on Wooyoung's mind since he was usually pretty talkative.
You turn towards your best friend, as you were about to ask why he was being so quiet. When you did, Wooyoung was already looking at you. Not knowing what to do, you stare at him back with no emotions. Your heartbeat picks up, as you saw his jaw clenched making the vein in his neck move a little.
Wooyoung seemingly moved a little bit closer, when you felt the couch moved a little. Your eyes widen but you can't seem to move away to stop him. The smell of his Replica perfume hits your nose as it made your heartbeat quicken.
His calloused thumb pad found its way to your cheek, and you felt like you'd forgotten how to move at this point.
"Woo… what is it?" You breathe out shakily, as your eyes instinctively gaze down at the small mole on his bottom lips, copying Wooyoung's doing.
He leans closely as you felt his breath against the side of your cheek now. 'Is this what friends do?' you thought to yourself, as you didn't dare to move.
Wooyoung didn't have to get this close to you when he only graze the pad of his thumb against the corner of your lips to get rid of a soy sauce stain. You could've sworn Wooyoung backs away with a smirk, as he pretended like nothing happened and went back to his food.
"How is it?"
You snapped out of your daze, as Wooyoung asked you a question with a stupid knowing smirk on his face, you almost slap his pretty face if your furry daughter wasn't witnessing this whole thing, "What the hell was that?!"
Wooyoung only shrugged still with a smirk, "What the hell was what?"
"Ya!"
His hyena-like laugh was heard throughout my apartment as you slap his shoulder making him jolt just a little at the impact. You didn't seem to find this funny, your face was red from the earlier scene, and the annoyance you felt for Wooyoung.
He was still not stopping, as his laughter just got louder. He busied himself with his food, and your face just fell into a pout. You bravely took Wooyoung's plate as his Jjapchae was in the middle of the air when he was lifting it up to cool it off. You saw how Wooyoung eyes panicked as he realized you took his plate away.
"Y/N, that's not funny!"
Wooyoung whined childishly as his eyes stayed locked on the whole portion of his Jjapche, careful to not move too much. He was not gonna let his food drop. His eyes turn to look at you, who was already sitting on the edge of the couch with his plate that's now only filled with the toppings.
"It is funny to me," You giggled, as you noticed his panicked eyes. His eyes were flickering between you and his Jjapche now.
"Y/N, give me the plate back, or else." Wooyoung threatens in a panicked tone. He didn't find this amusing at all, especially when his food was at risk, "I swear to god when I get my hands on you…"
That statement seemed to make you burst out laughing, "What hands?"
Wooyoung tried to reach his other hand towards you, but you were too far from his reach. His eyes kept flickering back and forth as he growled towards you, "Y/N!"
"You want some beef, Luna?"
You giggled ignoring Wooyoungs threats, as you busied yourself with your cat, wanting to rile up Wooyoung even more. It was only fair since he left me alone to deal with the annoyance he gave me from his tease earlier.
"Y/N, you're gonna pay for this, I'm serious right now."
His tone lowers down, as your tongue stuck out to mock him. You loved seeing him so annoyed like this, knowing Wooyoung would always let you have your way.
That was Wooyoung's final straw, why didn't he consider it quick enough? your plate was there the whole time, with half of your Jjapchae still there.
He brought his Jjapchae down to your plate, throwing the chopsticks down. As he turns to you, he crawls over to you slowly. Wooyoung didn't give you time to process what was happening as he pulls one of your feet so your body was limply dragged towards him and he quickly crawls on top of you.
Wooyoung grabbed his plate back from you and sets it down mindlessly next to yours on the table. Luna, who was eating a piece of sliced beef, got startled again and ran back to the floor, cowering under the table.
"It's funny for you, pretty girl?" Wooyoung mutter under his breath, as his eyes scan all over your face. You felt all of the blood quickly rush to your face at his sudden given nickname. "Cat got your tongue? Come on, laugh again."
You feel all your words get stuck in your throat. Wooyoung's gaze was dark and you felt your chin being held by his fingers, "Woo… I didn't mean t-"
"Do I make you nervous?"
An absurd question, but your mind and eyes were too busy looking at his lips. You tried to pry them off but it was no use when Wooyoung was this close, "H-huh?"
"Do you feel it too?"
You knew what he meant, but you're not sure if that's what he meant also. Did Wooyoung mean the undeniable quickened beating of your heart? Does that mean Wooyoung felt it too?
"Y/N, answer me…"
His tone was pleading to you now, his eyes glistens from admiration, as they stayed locked towards your lips. Wooyoung had to lick his lips as it went dry, just like his throat was from being so close to you.
"I think so…" You mumbled out, still not sure of what he meant.
Wooyoung visibly gulped as his fingertips grazed once again over your face, brushing your hair that got in the way. It slides down to your cheek, down to your chin as he held it there to make sure your head stayed still. His eyes stayed still on your lips, as your noses brushed together. Wooyoung tilts his head to the side as he leans in more slowly, "Can I make you think so?"
The beats of your heart were soaring now, and your throat was dry as it can't seem to form any words.
So you nod.
That's all it takes for Wooyoung to press his lips to yours, his hand that was holding your chin was now slowly moving to the back of your neck. He pulled your head closer towards him, as he tilts his head more to deepen the kiss. You felt Woyoung smile into the kiss as if he had been wanting to do this for a long time.
When Wooyoung pulls out for the both of you to catch your breaths, he presses his nose to your cheek as he tried to catch his breath. He pressed multiple kisses to your cheek as if saying a 'thank you' to you, Wooyoung made it clear also when he muttered verbal gratitude to your cheek, "Thank you…"
"What for?" You asked against his ear, you tilt your head to where Wooyoung was, as you tried to look at Wooyoung in the eyes. You grab his cheeks as you lift his head, "Hey, look at me…"
Wooyoung got his head up from your cheek, as he stayed hovering over you. He looked at you, just as you asked him to, "I'm sure now."
"Sure? Sure about what, Woo?"
He lets out a giggle, and a grin as he looked at you with complete joy in his eyes, "About you."
Your breaths calmed down, and you smiled back at how happy he looked. The sudden kiss and confession were nothing you'd expected at all when Wooyoung came by to hang with you here. You were glad he's shameless though.
"I think so too."
The boy grinned widely, as he kissed your cheeks when you said your words. He felt his heart beating wildly against his chest. Wooyoung turned towards Luna who was sitting under the table with her hands underneath her body creating herself into a loaf, witnessing the whole thing, "You hear that, Luna? Your mother said yes."
At that your burst out laughing, you push Wooyoung's chest away sitting him back up. You follow him soon after as you sat facing him with a teasing smile, "You're stupid."
"And you kissed me, kisses transmit it!"
Your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at him weirdly, your hand grabs the plate of the long-forgotten Jjapchae, seeing how your portion doubles from Wooyoung's portion added into your plate, "Transmit what? Stupidity?"
He nodded excitedly like he just found out about a new observation. You sighed at him as you stuffed a sliced beef into his mouth, and made him chew to shut him up when he was about to continue his word.
Wooyoung suddenly jolted up as he felt a buzz right under his ass, once again startling the poor feline. He quickly looked down after letting out a cuss. "Why was your phone even under my ass?!"
Wooyoung grumbled, he lifted himself from the couch and took the phone, glaring at it when he saw an unimportant game notification. You chuckled to yourself at Wooyoung's antic, as you got yourself busy picking mushrooms from your Jjapchae.
On the other hand, Wooyoung noticed an open Imessage room. Your phone hasn't turned off even from an hour ago since your phone was never set on an Auto-lock.
He always nagged you to turn on the Auto-lock for at least every 5 minutes, since you kept nagging him on how your battery kept going down faster than his. Which led you to borrow his charger, Wooyoung knew you never seemed to bring your own.
A smirk came into his face when he realized the opened chat room was his contacts, he noticed a message that seemed to be waiting on the typing bar of the chatroom. Peaking to see his phone that was resting exactly right in front of you on the table, Wooyoung pressed 'send' on your message, and waited for the notification to come up on his lock screen.
ping!
You looked up to the sound of Wooyoung's phone, your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned in more towards the screen when you see the familiar emoji of your contact name on his screen. Your eyes quickly widen as you grab his phone, double-checking if you're reading it right.
And with the both of you clasping each other’s phone, Wooyoung leaned up to your face with a teasing smile,
pairing. non idol! best friend! song mingi x non idol! fem! reader
synopsis. the five times you accidentally completed the steps that would make mingi swoon also known as the five times you accidentally gave him princess treatment and he kept falling harder for you each time
warnings. mentions of food, getting sick, fire (someone get mingi away from the grill), cursing (wooyoung naur)
genres. romance, fluff, comedy, best friends to something more
ft. non idol! ateez
wc. 3k
a/n. happy birthday to our lovely mingi :( (this was supposed to be posted in two days wtaf 😭 guys pls just ignore and pretend it was posted on his bday 😭 my queue os my biggest enemy now)
reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!
MINGI has a list. it's a special list to him, one that speaks volumes about him.
speaks volumes about a step-by-step process on how to make him, song mingi, fall in love with someone.
now, this list is hidden in his notes app, and the physical copy of this is hidden in one of his math notebooks from high school. he is the only person to know about this list, other than his best friend, of course (only because yunho accidentally saw him writing it out instead of doing math homework with him).
yunho calls it 'a step-by-step guide to the princess treatment' but mingi likes to correct his friend, telling him that it's actually called 'the way to song mingi's heart.'
yunho likes to call it otherwise.
but what does that have to do with you? well, for starters, mingi met you through yunho. it was completely accidental. according to yunho, he was never going to introduce you because you're like a little sister to him and you might end up stealing mingi from him by being your lovable self. instead of that happening, you two had instantly clicked and the three of you became a little trio, one that somehow always managed to spend time with each other everyday.
crazy.
how mingi and yunho managed to keep the list a secret from you, they have no idea (and yunho has no idea why mingi doesn’t want you knowing. the three of you tell each other everything to the point that it can be seen as oversharing at times), how they’ve managed to keep this list hidden from you for so long—three years, to be exact.
until now, that is.
STEP ONE TO MAKE SONG MINGI FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: RUN INTO A PUBLIC PLACE IN A DRAMATIC MANNER WITH SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE TO MINGI ! (IT SHOWS THAT YOU CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM TO THE POINT OF NOT CARING ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU)
mingi frowns as he looks down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed when he looks up at yunho. “she’s ten minutes late.”
yunho nods, also frowning. “maybe something came up and that’s why she’s running late?”
slumping down in his seat, mingi sighs, grumbling, “yeah, but she would’ve texted us by now if something happened. you know how yn is…”
the bells of the café entrance chimes, signaling the appearance of a customer. mingi, at this point, has given up checking if every new customer that walks into the café is you. he folds his arms on the table, resting his head as he pouts.
“oh yn!”
and then he immediately perks up in his seat, excitedly turning around to face you. yunho gets up, giving you a hug before ushering you into the seat next to mingi’s.
“i’m so sorry,” you wheeze, “i was going to text the group chat but then my phone died.”
yunho tilts his head. “your phone died? you don’t usually use your phone while you have a shift at the restaurant.”
“i don’t,” you say, running a hand through your tousled hair. “but i forgot to charge my phone before i left my place, and then when i went to that doughnut place, the lines were ridiculously long but i was already in line so i decided to suck it up and—"
“woah,” laughs mingi. “slow down.”
“sorry,” you mumble, sighing and taking in a breath before continuing. “i went to the doughnut place that just opened up. i read on a forum that wednesday afternoons are usually the slowest, so i decided i’d stop by before coming over to the cafe to study with you guys. when i got there, there was already a line that was about to start wrapping around the store, so i had to beat this lady next to me that wanted to get in line.”
“a lady,” yunho repeats, chuckling.
you hum. “yeah. i beat her to it, by the way. anyway, i was checking the time and saw it was already nearing the time we decided on, so i was in the middle of sending a text when my phone died.” you take out your phone from your tote bag along with a box.
it’s then that cogs in mingi’s brain starts working when he eyes the cursive lettering on the box.
“oh, isn’t that the doughnut place mingi’s been wanting to try out?” yunho asks, hands stretching out to grab the box.
you slap his hands, earning a laugh from the taller male as he brings them back to his side. “yes,” you reply, side-eyeing yunho. “meaning this isn’t for you.”
grabbing the box, you sheepishly smile at mingi, handing it over to him. “i know you’ve been trying to find the time to go over and try their doughnuts, but since my workplace is closer… i mean, why not?”
“excuse us for a second,” mingi mumbles, leaving you confused as he grabs yunho’s arm and drags him over to a corner in the cafe. once you’re out your earshot, mingi clears his throat. “what the hell was that?”
“what was what?” whispers yunho, blinking as he watches mingi glance over at you. you’re in the middle of trying to tame down your wild hair.
“she just completed step one.”
yunho gasps, turning mingi around by his shoulders. “no way,” he says. “did you tell her about the list?”
“what? no!” he cries out. “how did she even do it? yunho, i swear if you told her—”
“that’s not my secret to tell!” yunho whisper-shouts. “listen, this was probably a one time thing. there’s no way she even knows about it. plus, maybe she was just feeling a little generous today towards you!”
mingi slowly nods. “yeah,” he mumbles. “yeah, you’re right. let’s head back before yn starts asking questions…”
yunho was not right.
STEP TWO: IN MINGI’S TIME OF NEED, DO WHATEVER YOU CAN IN ORDER TO MAKE HIM FEEL HAPPY (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM NO MATTER WHAT TIME IT IS OR WHAT YOU’RE DOING)
mingi grumbles as he kicks his shoes off and drops his things on the floor by the door, closing it and shuffling over to his room as he angrily sends a text to the group chat.
it’s already one in the morning. yunho is most likely gaming and you’re most likely already sleeping. regardless, mingi still sends a text and doesn’t bother waiting for an answer as he flops down into his bed face-first.
he barely manages to make out the sound of his phone ringing. he blindly searches for his phone until his hand finally finds it. grunting, he brings it to his face, his eyes squinting at the screen from the brightness in comparison to his dark room.
yn: you still have your spare key in the same place, right?
mingi: i thought you had my spare after last time?
he sees that you’re in the middle of typing, so he waits until you finally send another message.
yn: oh
yn: yeah, you’re right. just found it on my keychain
mingi: i’m always right
yn: mmmmmm i wouldn’t say that but sure…
mingi: bruh
again, the typing bubble pops up on his screen before it disappears. mingi’s a bit confused, he won’t lie. he thought you would already be sleeping, but you weren’t. he snorts. “she asked me about my spare key instead of what’s wrong…?”
he shakes his head, stuffing it into his pillow. “whatever,” he mumbles.
mingi swears he’d only closed his eyes for a brief moment when the sound of his door unlocking fills the air. he stiffens in his bed before scrambling off, fumbling to find something to protect himself. he unplugs the lamp by his nightstand and grips it tightly, quietly tiptoeing towards his door.
“mingi?”
“yn, what the hell?” mingi groans, stepping out of his room and walking into the living room area of his apartment.
you narrow your eyes in confusion, pointing at the lamp he’s still holding. “why do you have a lamp in your hand?”
“the real question here is why are you here?” he huffs, leaning down to put the lamp on the floor. mingi then crosses his arms over his chest, “and why aren’t you sleeping?”
“i was about to sleep,” you say, walking past mingi and into his room. he follows you, his mouth open in surprise. “but then you texted that you had a shit day, so here i am.” you drop the bag you’re holding onto his bed, turning around. “now why the hell did you have a lamp in your hand?”
mingi clears his throat. “i, uh, thought someone was breaking in…”
you snort, sitting on his bed and patting the space next to the bag. “that’s funny, mings. no one is going to break in if you’re a broke college student.”
huffing, he grumbles as he sits down on his bed, bringing his knees up to his chest. “shut up.”
“mhm,” you hum. “now tell me about why you had a shit day while we eat some of your favorites, yeah?” you stick your hand into the bag and take out one of his favorite snacks, opening the bag and handing it over to him while you shift around to face him.
he thinks his heart started beating a little too fast for his liking.
STEP THREE: WHEN MINGI IS STRUGGLING TO DO SOMETHING, JUST DO IT FOR HIM WITHOUT EVEN ASKING IF HE NEEDS ASSITANCE (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU NOTICE WHEN HE IS STRUGGLING)
you look between yunho and mingi. yunho’s trying so hard not to laugh, but his smile gives him away. he obviously finds mingi struggling to light the grill amusing.
“c’mon,” you slap yunho’s arm, earning a whine from him. “don’t be a bully.”
“yeah, yunho,” mingi says, looking up for a brief second to glare at him before looking back at the box of matches in his hand. “don’t be a bully.”
you gently take the box away from mingi’s hands, taking out a match and striking it against the box, a flame appearing. you grab the lighter fluid and pour some on the charcoal before chucking the match into the grill, a fire immediately coming to life.
mingi gasps and hides behind you, startled. yunho laughs at the sight. “no way you’re hiding behind yn right now,” he says, wiping tears away from his eyes. “she’s literally so short compared to you.”
“shut up, jeong yunho.” you point at him. “or else i’ll change my netflix password.”
yunho gasps. “you wouldn’t dare!”
as you and yunho quarrel, mingi sighs, hiding his face in his hands when he feels the back of his neck grow unbearably hot.
you are doing a number on him.
and he’s a little scared.
because you’re his best friend.
and he can’t believe that his best friend, of all people, would be completing his five-step-guide in making him fall for someone.
he has to talk to yunho soon about this.
STEP FOUR: WHEN MINGI IS HURT, HELP AND CODDLE HIM (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU CARE A LOT ABOUT HIM)
he never got the chance to talk to yunho about this.
after your impromptu bbq day at yunho’s place, mingi ended up getting sick. he didn’t tell anyone, not wanting to bother anyone and burden them with taking care of him. so here he is, laying in his bed, shivering and clutching onto his blankets for dear life.
he hears his front door clicking open, and he groans. “go away!” he croaks, sneezing afterwards. “i have nothing to offer you, you thief!”
you laugh. “seriously? you think i’m some robber again?”
at the sound of your voice, mingi’s heart skips a beat. he clears his throat. “no… what are you doing here? i seriously need to take my spare key away from you…”
“yeah, yeah,” you say, walking into his room and raising an eyebrow when you see the state he’s in. “why didn’t you tell yunho or i about this, mings? we would’ve come running to you.”
he sneezes. “i didn’t want to annoy anyone,” he says, lowering his blankets from his face just to see you.
you click your tongue and walk to the side of the bed, pressing your hand to the back of his forehead. “don’t be silly, mingi. you know we don’t find you annoying… at least i don’t find you annoying,” you mumble, straightening your back and walking out of the room. “i’m going to make you some soup, you weakling! don’t get up!”
mingi lets out a weak laugh, sneezing afterwards. “yes, ma’am…”
“what was that?”
“yes, ma’am!” he yells, his voice cracking. mingi hears you giggle to yourself.
he huffs, pulling his blankets over his head.
when you’re done making the soup, you carry a bowl and some cough medicine into his room and find that he’s asleep. you set the bowl on his nightstand, shaking him awake as gently as possible. “mingi,” you whisper. “mingi, i have the soup. i need you to wake up so that i can feed you.”
“feed me?” he asks, whispering.
you hum, opting to card your hand through his hair that’s been growing out recently. “yeah, i need to feed you.”
“feed… feed me?” mingi screeches, abruptly sitting up. you gasp, almost falling off the bed.
clearing your throat, you reach out to grab the bowl, placing it in your lap and grabbing a spoonful, blowing on it slightly before leaning away. “here…”
mingi stares at you, wide-eyed.
you purse your lips. “mingi, i need you to eat so that you can get better.”
“right!” he says, his voice an octave higher than usual as he moves to eat the soup. when he leans back, mingi sees you smiling at him.
his stomach does some summersaults.
STEP FIVE: TAKE CARE OF MINGI (THIS SHOWS THAT HE IS VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU)
mingi puffs his cheeks out, trying not to laugh as he takes out his keys.
“yunho, i need you to carry the cake… actually, never mind, jongho can you please carry the cake?”
yunho gasps. “yn, do you not believe in me and my capabilities to carry a cake?”
“...no, i don’t.”
“what the—”
hongjoong claps once. “stop fighting!” he says. “mingi’s going to be here any minute now—”
“actually,” pipes up seonghwa. “it says that he just arrived.”
“what the fuck!” wooyoung screams. “guys, hurry the fuck up! he’s coming!”
“wooyoung… stop screaming… you’re giving us away,” yeosang says.
“yeah, what my boyfriend said.” san says.
“san, dude, how many times do i have to tell you that i am not your boyfriend.”
mingi takes in a deep breath before shoving his keys into the lock, the noise going on on the other side immediately stopping. he can hear you all shuffling around until someone whisper-shouts at jongho to go shut the door.
“what the—but i’m carrying the cake?” jongho sounds baffled.
“give me the cake and go stop mingi from coming in! yunho hasn’t finished hanging the stupid banner!” you cry out.
mingi assumes jongho’s laying his weight on top of the door because he can’t push it open.
“did you just call me stupid, yn?”
“no, but i will if you don’t hurry up!”
“guys,” hongjoong sighs, and mingi can bet that he’s rubbing his temples. “i think mingi can hear you.”
he sure can.
“okay, jongho come back!”
mingi snorts, pushing the door open and flicking the lights on. yunho’s awkwardly holding the end of a birthday banner up while the other end is taped onto the wall. hongjoong and seonghwa both sigh in unison at how badly the surprise is coming along, and wooyoung and san are trying to push each other out of the way so that one of them can stand next to yeosang, who is rolling his eyes and trying to shuffle away from the two. jongho stands to your side, the only one who is actually smiling at him—oh, he’s lying.
you’re smiling at him while holding a birthday cake.
“suprise, mings!” you say.
everyone yells happy birthday to him, and somehow he finds himself getting shoved by wooyoung towards the small table he has by the kitchen. you’re standing next to him, laughing as you put the paper party hat on his head, making sure that the thin string is secured underneath his chin before moving to get the knife.
“let mingi cut the cake!” wooyoung yells.
“he could get himself cut, and the birthday boy shouldn’t have to do it unless he wants to,” you chide, glancing up at mingi through your eyelashes. “do you want to cut it, mings?”
he swallows the lump in his throat, shaking his head afterwards. “no,” he breathes out, licking his lips. “you can do it for me, if that’s okay.”
you grin at him, carefully cutting up the cake. you place the slices on plates, making sure that the biggest slice goes to mingi.
oh no, he thinks.
you’ve officially completed his five-step-guide to his heart.
“um, yn?” mingi leans down to whisper into your ear.
you hum in response.
“can we talk for a sec?”
nodding, you let yourself get dragged by mingi into his room. after closing the door, he looks at you and you notice that his ears are very red.
“are you okay?” you ask, pointing at your ears. “your ears are red.”
mingi whines, covering his face with his hand. “can you turn around real quick?”
“okay…”
mingi peeks through his fingers, sighing in relief when your back is facing him. he clears his throat and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. “i, uh… would you like to go out for dinner sometime this week?”
“as a date?” you ask, fighting the urge to turn around to look at him.
in a small voice, mingi replies. “yeah… as a date.”
Summary: No one knows just how powerful a pretty little trophy wife can be.
Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Tropes: established relationship au, CEO au, trophy wife au
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: pegging, restraints, praise, pillow prince!Hongjoong
Word Count: 778
Note: here’s week 3 of Arousal August!! Huge thank you to @anyamaris and @mejuii for beta/proofing this!!
Hongjoong grips your thigh gently beneath the table. You’ve been teasing him subtly throughout this entire dinner. You knew it was an important meeting, and he did too. Hence, his silent requests to have you stop. If it weren’t clear that it was going well, you would’ve stopped. It’s painfully obvious that this business dinner was going phenomenally.
You gently let your fingertips graze against the front of your husband’s dress pants, causing his thigh to jolt slightly. It takes everything in you not to smirk at your little victory. The best option right now is to take your glass and cover your facial expression with it. You’re going impatient to get him home. You need an excuse to get the pair of you out of here. Fast.
As if the stars align, Hongjoong hides a rather long yawn behind his hand. That’s your out. You move your hand to rest on his shoulder, your engagement ring and wedding band sparkling under the lights of the restaurant. He turns his gaze toward you, slightly confused by the sudden change in your demeanor. Oh, how you play the precious trophy wife role so well in front of all these powerful CEOs.
“You getting tired, Joongie?” you ask with a giggle, “You’re getting increasingly exhausted with these new projects coming up. We better get home and rest.”
“I guess we should,” your husband chuckles, playing along with your game.
Your eyes find Yunho’s. He’s a mutual friend of you and Hongjoong. Yunho is actually the one who introduced you to Hongjoong. He’s the only one in the room who knows the true nature of your dynamic and exactly why you suddenly decided to go home. He smirks slightly and raises his wine glass toward you as if to say, ‘Have fun, you two’ without words.
“What would they think?” You chuckle sadistically as you thrust into your husband, “The big powerful CEO of Lucky Star Labels writhing under his pretty trophy wife.”
“‘M not-” he interrupts himself with a moan.
You always found it an odd kind of power trip whenever you got Hongjoong like this. No one knows just how desperate your husband could be for you. From the outside view, Hongjoong is the biggest name in the music industry. He’s quite the force to be reckoned with. You, you’re just his pretty trophy wife that’s always on his arm. Behind closed doors, though, that’s another story. One that only a few very close friends know about. Your powerful husband is quite the pillow prince. Not even in the typical sense, Hongjoong thrives when you take that power from him and rock his world with your strap.
You reach forward and wrap your hand around his painfully hard cock. Hongjoong lets out a strangled moan and tugs against the silk restraints that are wrapped around his wrists and connected to your headboard.
“Aww, you feel so good getting fucked by your precious trophy wife that you forgot you’re tied up?” You giggle with a condescending lilt.
“Please, please, pl-” your husband choked out, ultimately being interrupted by a whine when you started moving your hand around him.
You thrust into him harshly, reeling when you see him tug harder at the silk around his wrists. Hongjoong’s legs squirm as you continue your ministrations on his cock. He looks completely debauched beneath you. His dark hair splayed out against the pillows, his lips glossy and swollen from spit. With a particularly sharp tug of his member and thrust from your strap Hongjoong cums in your hand, and you watch as it drips onto his belly. You slow your thrusts as he rides out the last spikes of his high. Quickly, his moans turn into soft whines under his breath. When you pull out fully, you’re lower belly fills with heat seeing the copious amounts of lube on your strap, his hole, and the sheets below him. It’s enough to have that ever-burning heat rise higher in desperation for more.
“Joongie,” you call his attention gently, placing a hand on his cheek.
“Mmm?” he responds, half-dazed from his orgasm.
“Do you have it in you to help me out?”
You don’t expect an answer immediately. Instead, you reach up to release his hands from the silk and remove the strap from your body. Hongjoong’s hand immediately falls to your thigh and squeezes it lightly. You look at your husband and see arousal swirling in his eyes.
“If you sit on my face, I’ll be more than happy to help you.”
It’s more of a plea than an offer. Nevertheless, you’re already more than happy to take him up on that offer.
⭒Pairing: Royal Advisor! Hongjoong x General and bodyguard! Fem! Reader
⭒Genre: Fantasy AU, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
⭒Synopsis: Prince Seonghwa’s father has passed away, now leaving him and his wife to be the king and queen of your kingdom. As his right hand woman, best friend, and once lover, he promotes you to be his general. It was great, you got paid more, you got to spend more time with your best friend, and his wife, whom you were warming up to. The only downside is that now you now have to work with the king and queen’s annoying royal advisor, Kim Hongjoong.
⭒Warnings: Smut scene! (MDNI), Injury (stab wound), the name Yerin is used (no basis in reality!!), Minor (mentioned) character death
⭒Al's thoughts: I'll tell you a secret, this is my favorite part of this little 2 part series. Though Seonghwa's part was fun to write, this one holds a special spot in my heart. This is actually my favorite fic I've written thus far, out of the many that I don't even have posted.
⭒Word count: 6.21 K
You didn’t believe in destiny anymore after it yanked your lover, Prince Seonghwa, away from you. It had been a few months since, but your relationship with destiny had not healed one bit. You thought it was just a lie told by elders to children to give them a false hope about the world. To shield them from its cruel nature. You cursed yourself for ever believing that destiny was real.
But you stayed by Seonghwa’s side. Not like you really had a choice, because you were still his, and now his wife’s bodyguard. Your love for him, did overtime simmer back to something like it was before you began longing for him. It was undeniable that the two of you were still best friends. You’d also started to get closer to the princess, Yerin. And once you had, all of Seonghwa’s compliments about her made sense. If you thought Seonghwa had a pure, kind soul, hers would have looked angelic by comparison. She was beautiful, undoubtedly, having an effortless gracefulness to her that you’d only really seen in novels. Her smile was radiant, and she was authentic, not like many of the other aristocrats the two of you were constantly surrounded with. As much as you hated it at the time, the two of you immediately clicked, and now it was regular for the two of you to be seen around the palace, hand in hand, gossiping, or just chattering about your mutual interests. The more time you spent with them, the more you realized the two of them were really made for each other. And the fact that you were able to admit that, and be happy for both of them, made you realize that Seonghwa was right. The two of you were made to be best friends, while the two of them were made to be lovers. Being around Yerin also led to you coming into contact with Kim Hongjoong, the royal advisor, way more often than you wanted to. He’d grown up with Yerin, and she regarded him as a younger brother, because she didn’t have one of her own. And he certainly acted like one too, his nature being nothing compared to his adoptive sister’s. So it was a shock to you when you learned that Hongjoong was older than both you and Seonghwa by a little bit. He was snarky, witty, and had an edge to his character. Even his walk was full of confidence somehow. Sure, he was really good at his job, but it didn’t make his sarcastic remarks, and confidence regarding his intellect any less annoying.
One thing you did respect him for, was that he kept his word about you and Seonghwa’s past relationship. Initially, you were a bit distrusting of him. But seeing that not even his own sister knew when you and Seonghwa opened up to her about it, he gained your trust. You were starting to enjoy your life in the palace again, with your newfound friend, and annoying adversary.
But the pacing of life was messed up heavily for you, for everyone, when Seonghwa’s father, the king, passed away. It was during a battle, which they had won, but had lost their king in. And with his untimely death, Seonghwa had to put aside his grieving, and step up to be the ruler the kingdom needed. You were glad he had Yerin by his side, as you were swamped with duties on the army side of things. The general had also been killed in that battle, and you essentially had to fill his shoes for the time being. You migrated over to his office, going through the tasks and documents he left behind in his death. Hongjoong did occasionally pop down to the office to relieve the burden a bit, but you found yourself much rather not wanting him there, with his cynical comments. But he was an extremely efficient worker, so you kept your grumbles to yourself. That, and the fact that you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, as he also had to help Seonghwa with the royal side of things, made a part of you grateful he still was helping you. You were rarely out of the office, with Hongjoong being the only one of your close friends that you saw regularly. You didn’t consider him a close friend though, you only grouped him in with Yerin and Seonghwa by association, seeing the fact that he is essentially her younger brother. As the workload began settling down, and things were looking more stable, Seonghwa came to visit you in the general’s office. You were in the middle of an average bickering session with Hongjoong about some arbitrary thing when he walked in.
“Your majesty,” the both of you greeting him at the same time, knowing that he hates it when the two of you and Yerin call him that. He huffed in disappointment, as the two of you exchanged cheeky smiles with each other. Only when messing with other people did you and Hongjoong find yourselves to be in agreement.
“The two of you,” he mumbled with a sigh, before setting it aside and turning to you, “y/n, I have a matter I need to discuss with you, actually, Hongjoong your input would be welcome too.”
“Go ahead Hwa, we’re listening,” you said for the both of you, looking at him expectantly.
“I want to promote you to being the General,” he said, looking at you. Your eyes widened.
“What, me? You’re crazy,” you said, shocked, “what about the other lieutenants, and soldiers? I’m sure there’s someone who’s more suitable than me.”
“No I think it’s a good decision actually,” Hongjoong piped up, hand on his chin, eyes narrowed, “you’re already doing the work that he left behind, so you’re essentially just him without the title. You also are respected by pretty much everyone in the palace, so that wouldn’t be an issue. And we are already familiar with each other, so I know how you work, and what you’re like. So it would be easier for the two of us to collaborate if we ever needed to.” You were dumbfounded by his breadth of consideration.
“Hongjoong is right, y/n, you’re perfect for the job,” Seonghwa said.
“Well, if your majesty is asking me to, and the royal advisor,” you said with a snarky tone, which caused Hongjoong to scoff, “is agreeing with him, then I accept.” Seonghwa gave you a smile of trust, choosing to ignore your use of his title.
“Well, then I’ll make the announcement at the meeting tomorrow morning,” he said, bidding you both a quick farewell as he walked out of what was now your office. You sighed, taking a look around at how the sunlight streamed in from the tall windows, illuminating the grand desk that you were sitting at with a light yellow glow. The bookshelves stood tall, full of different books about war tactics, but with some empty spaces that you could sneak your favorite novels into. There was a blue couch against the wall, where Hongjoong was splayed upon, flipping through the stack of papers in his hands. You could see yourself getting used to this place.
“Congratulations on the promotion, General,” Hongjoong said, eyes meeting yours. He sounded genuine, but his voice always had a sarcastic edge to it.
“Great, now I have to deal with you even more,” you said, dramatizing your annoyance.
“Okay then I’ll leave right now,” he said with a laugh, pretending to get up.
“Oh I’m so sorry great royal advisor, I was simply joking, how could I ever function without you and your otherworldly intellect here to help me?” you joked, batting your eyelashes at him. He smirked, crossing his hands over his chest and sitting back down, the two of you settling back into your rhythm of working, with the occasional squabble that broke the silence.
Your promotion was officially announced the next day, as Seonghwa said. And as Hongjoong predicted, everyone was behind the decision. There was a pressing matter at hand, which was solving the conflict between your kingdom, and the one that neighbored it. The conflict that had gotten the previous king and general killed. Because of this, you, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa, along with the other various diplomats, and officials were constantly caught up in meetings. You initially found this new pace of life suffocating, as your life simply revolved around training, paperwork, and meetings. But with time, you’d slowly grown accustomed to it. But it wasn’t the only thing you had to grow accustomed to, as Hongjoong essentially staked out your office like it was his own. It was like having a mosquito constantly by your ear, buzzing and buzzing. Sure, an intelligent and capable mosquito, but a mosquito nonetheless. He would always finish his work before you, and make his entire life’s goal to annoy you. Well, sometimes he wasn’t doing it intentionally. Hobbling around the office, picking books off walls and sometimes knocking out a few adjacent ones while he was at it, and insisting on dueling you in a swordfight were his favorite methods. The second one only reeled a laugh from you every time he brought it up.
“Not even Seonghwa can beat me, and you think you can, Kim?” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, if I can’t beat you, we’ll finally have found something you’re better than me at,” he said with a chuckle. His ego infuriated you, and this was your final straw. As much as it angered you that he enjoyed seeing you riled up, and playing into his hand, you couldn’t take it anymore. So on a day where you managed to escape your responsibilities for the afternoon, you found yourself, your trusty blade in your hand, facing Hongjoong, who held a sword like it was his second nature. And that’s what it felt like, because while fending Seonghwa off was easy, you found yourself struggling against Hongjoong. Just like his work style, he was insanely fast with a sword, to the point that almost had you, the general, disoriented. He was still a little less skilled compared to you, so you were able to maintain having the upper hand. The two of you were in the knights’ training arena, the same place that you and Seonghwa used to duel in as well, so you had the advantage of knowing the terrain.
The duel was looking in your favor, until Hongjoong caught you in a moment of weakness, and almost overpowered you. That was when you realized he was spending the first part of the duel observing your every move to find a hole in your combat style. And when he finally did, that was when he struck. He quickly overturned the tide of the battle, the sounds of your swords clanging together becoming more and more frequent. Before you knew it, he had you pinned beneath him, sword mere inches above your throat. You cursed under your breath, realizing that his ego was definitely based in reality. He was panting above you, worn out. Clearly, you weren’t an easy opponent, as his chest heaved. His hair umber hair fell down in front of him, as you could see the sweat glistening like crystals on his face. Although he wasn’t angelically beautiful like Seonghwa, he had a boyish charm and a rough edge to him, one that captivated you. One that was responsible for the way your eyes dragged lazily around his face, and landed on his lips, which looked soft and were cherry-red. His gaze was full of pride, but had a hint of something else in it. Something that you felt building up inside you as well the longer you looked at him.
“Looks like I’m better than you at this too, General,” he said. In a haze, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt down into you, your lips crashing like a wave against his. He threw his sword to the side away from the two of you, hands cradling your face like he’d been waiting for this moment. His lips moved against yours fervidly, with the kind of fiery desire that was expected from him, with a hint of desperation. You ran your hands through his hair, which felt silky against your fingertips. He kissed you like he was trying to drink you up, like you were water and he hadn’t drunk in weeks. Your hands slung around his neck, as you hoisted yourself up to straddle his lap and kiss him better. The two of your lips settled into a passionate tandem with each other. He bit your bottom lip, a silent ask for entrance which you responded to by parting your lips slightly. His tongue roamed in your mouth, and you could taste scalding sunshine and a slight sweetness on him. You could feel the heat pool inside of you as your hands took on a life of their own, roaming around his body, feeling the skin of his lean but defined arms, which were exposed from the shirt he was wearing. He groaned into your mouth, which you soaked up. When the two of you finally parted from each other, you could see how his lips glistened. The both of you were panting again, but this time for a very different reason. Something between the two of you changed violently. Something you weren’t sure the two of you were ready to address yet.
“Pretend like that never happened?” you suggested, still straddling his hips, eyes meeting his. His lips stretched into a smile, a prideful one, but more joyful when it was directed at you, while his gaze met yours bashfully.
“Yeah,” he said with a nod and a sigh of relaxation. Of course, neither of you could fully wipe it out of your memory, as a kind of awkwardness was present whenever the two of you were together. It was so pronounced that even Yerin had pointed it out when you were at dinner together that night, joking that it was like the two of you had confessed your love for each other, which turned the both of you into blushing, flustered messes. Safe to say, it left Seonghwa and Yerin very confused. But the incident didn’t impact how you and Hongjoong treated each other, as he still very much regarded you with a tone of sarcasm. The two of you still regularly got into arguments at meetings about the current situation, ones that Seonghwa would have to break up.
“You can’t just send soldiers off into that place knowing that there could be an enemy attack at any second, that’s just stupid,” you said, after Hongjoong proposed that soldiers should be stationed by the borders of your kingdoms.
“Then how else are you going to ensure that they won’t just invade us and murder us all,” he asked, almost accusatory.
“Well, we can try to sort out the issues diplomatically, and then maybe if that doesn’t work, we could station camps by the border,” you started, “I just feel like you treat the soldiers like they’re pawns.”
“Sometimes some sacrifices need to be made in order to ensure the safety of the greatest majority,” he said, “but I suppose diplomacy could be a good tactic. We’ve seen how military efforts have failed in the past.” A part of you was shocked Hongjoong backed down, and agreed with you, but you did also acknowledge the fact that his words did have some basis in truth to them. With a consensus reached, Hongjoong quickly went to work with some of the other officials in contacting the royals of your neighboring kingdom. Within days, a meeting time was struck up, and it was agreed to be in their palace. Despite the complaints of you and Seonghwa, Hongjoong assured you both that it was necessary in order to establish a baseline level of trust with them.
The day came, and the three of you made your way over with some soldiers to accompany you. You were wary from the moment that you crossed the border, unsure if a sneak attack would be launched on your party. You were met with none though, a fact that you were grateful about. The royals of the other kingdom greeted you three politely, but from their tone you could tell that they were also a bit cautioned. You stood beside Seonghwa as his general and bodyguard, with Hongjoong also standing, despite being offered a seat. Your eyes were glued to him as he spoke. The way he carried himself, how he paced around you and Seonghwa as he spoke, the determination in his voice, the intellectual value his words carried, and the smirk that his lips were stuck in perpetually as he talked had you transfixed. You’d let your guard down somewhat, seeing the civilized nature of the discussion and the fact that you were actually making progress. The shuffling behind you escaped your register, as you heard a scream to ‘watch out’ from someone facing you. Panicked, you turned around to see a man clad in all black who had been detained, a bit too late however, as Hongjoong laid on the floor behind you, a small blade sticking out of his torso. Horror drowned you, as you dropped to your knees, scooping him in your arms. You could hear in your peripheral Seonghwa’s voice rising in volume, yelling at the king how he felt betrayed, and started to threaten war. The king of this nation attempted to calm him down profusely, but it all faded out of your awareness as you held Hongjoong in your arms. You could hear his soft grunts of pain, and the soft huffs of his breath. Your heart was caught in your throat when you realized how the dagger was initially aimed for you, but he’d intercepted it. You raised a hand, swiping a strand of hair out of his face.
“Are you okay?” you asked, shaken up. Hongjoong laughed, more pained than anything.
“I’m alright, it just hurts a bit,” he said, “couldn’t have him hurting our general, couldn’t we?” You gently hit him for his words, as if he wasn’t in enough pain already.
“You’re so stupid, just let me take the knife in the back,” you said, trying to remain calm. He shook his head.
“No can do, no one is laying a hand on you when I’m there,” he responded, sounding more like a bodyguard than you did. You felt your cheeks dust pink at his words. The royal medic arrived, as the two of you carried Hongjoong to his chamber. You gave your hand for Hongjoong to squeeze when the doctor pulled out the blade. He let out a grunt, breath hitching, squeezing your hand so tight you feared it would’ve broken. You didn’t care though. Hongjoong’s breath steadied as the doctor stitched up his wound. It wasn’t too big, nor was it too deep, with the doctor giving you a guarantee that he would be better in around a month, he would just need his bandages to be changed once in a while to ensure no infections sprung up. You nodded at his instructions, having had a multitude of years worth of experience with wounds like those. You slung Hongjoong’s arm around your shoulders, your hand on his hip to support him as the two of you trudged out of the palace. Outside, you saw Seonghwa, who looked frustrated more than anything. He immediately ran over to the two of you, pulling Hongjoong’s other arm over his shoulders, guiding him to the carriages you came in. As the three of you finally sat down and were on your way home, Seonghwa told the two of you that it was apparently a traitor, who had no affiliation with the court at all. He also told you that war was not threatened, and if anything, the king was more willing to listen to any conditions that Seonghwa had proposed. Your eyes met Hongjoongs as a laugh escaped him.
“Small sacrifices must be made in order to ensure the safety of the greatest majority,” he said. You nodded, fully understanding what he meant this time. Yerin was terrified when she heard the news of Hongjoong’s injury from Seonghwa, but her expression morphed to one of endearment as she learned he took the knife for you. You tried to ignore your friend’s prying, curious, but harmless gaze, shoving her away lightly.
Hongjoong insisted he could change the bandage himself, but you insisted harder to help him, partially because of your guilt for needing him to take the stab for you in the first place. He could see it in your eyes, as he huffed, giving in. He took his shirt off, revealing the wound. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander around his lightly defined chest, lingering on each little scar that peppered it.
“If you’re just saying you’re gonna help me with my bandages just to see me shirtless, I’m flattered, but I’m gonna have to reject your offer,” he laughed confidently, which earned him a slap on the shoulder from you. You went to work, first disinfecting the area around the stitches, before laying the gauze on top, and securing it with the medical tape. Giving it a light pat, you admired your handiwork.
“There, happy?” you said. He only beamed, a little bit dramatically, but you could see the genuine joy in his eyes. He hummed, tucking himself under his covers. He looked cozy.
“Goodnight, general,” he practically sang, “thank you.” You gave him one last smile, before you walked out his room, the door creaking shut behind you.
The two of you grew even closer with each other. He now had a permanent residence in your office, which you found yourself to be less against than you imagined yourself to be. In fact, you started to find comfort in his presence, and felt safer when he was around you. With the closeness, the two of you also grew softer with each other. You guys argued less, and while the bickering remained, it had a different undertone. A more amicable, affectionate one. And every other night, you helped him switch out his bandages. As the days passed, you both watched it heal, and before you knew it, it was time to take the stitches out. Yerin, who had some experience in medicine, offered to do it. With her handiwork, the thread had been taken out, leaving him with his brand new scar. You still showed up to his room that night, forgetting that you didn’t have to bandage up the wound anymore.
“Oh shoot, sorry I came over to help you bandage up your wound. I forgot Yerin took out the stitches today,” you said, turning back around. On your way out, you heard Hongjoong mutter something. You turned back to face him.
“Stay,” he said, barely above a whisper. You walked over to his bedside as he stood up, facing you. Tension sat heavy in the air. Silence rang out between the two of you, almost like you were beckoning the other to speak, or do something. Hongjoong leaned in, stopping himself just before his lips met yours, leaving you confused.
“Can I kiss you, general?” he asked, desire riddling his voice. You nodded in response, “I need words, y/n.” the use of your name from him made you shudder.
“Yes, Hongjoong,” you muttered, growing desperate, before his lips met yours. They didn’t stay on yours for too long, as he kissed down your jaw and neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, as you felt heat begin to pool between your legs. The two of you found your way onto his bed, with you straddling his lap like that day in the arena. His lips explored your neck, taking in your every reaction. Every hitch of your breath, every light, airy moan that you let out. The sounds were like music to his ears, as he grazed his teeth over the spots that he found you liked, leaving open-mouthed kisses on them. Your hands slipped under his shirt, caressing the entirety of his chest, which caused him to groan against your skin. Quickly, his shirt was discarded, as you took in the full sight of his exposed chest in front of you. This time, you didn’t have to hide, as you let your eyes wander over every spot, every freckle, and every scar that was on his chest. You began to trace over each little spot on his torso, trying to map them out like constellations. You wanted to remember each and every one. His skin was warm under your fingertips.
“Like what you see, huh?” he joked with a huff, breath shuddering at your touch. You nodded shyly, which caused him to chuckle. His mouth latched onto the base of your neck as. In trying to seek for the friction you desired, you rolled your hips down, reeling groans from the both of you as you felt him grow hard under you. He flipped the two of you so now he was over you, and you were laying on the bed under him, facing up at him. Hongjoong assisted you in pulling your shirt off, and removed your bra in one swift motion. He looked at you, a smirk on his face, before his lips were back on you, traveling down your chest, stopping at your breasts. You felt heat coil inside you as he gave them attention, cupping them in his hand.
“Joong,” you sighed, letting out a whine, which caused Hongjoong to laugh against your skin.
“That needy for me, huh, pretty girl? Where do you want me?” he practically growled, which made you whine again, “I’m going to need you to use your words so I know what you want, can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
“I, I want your mouth on me, Joong,” you muttered breathlessly, feeling embarrassment flood you. Hongjoong noticed, as he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” he chided, giving another laugh of amusement, before diving down between your legs, licking a stripe up your already soaked folds. It reeled a throaty moan from you, as he worked you open with his tongue. You swore there wasn’t one thing Hongjoong wasn’t good at, as pure bliss filled your veins. When his tongue reached your clit, you saw stars, burning, white, as you felt heat begin to build up inside you. A string of curses left your mouth, along with his name mixed within them, which caused him to moan against your core. He lapped at you, sending sparks flying in your nerves, lighting their ends on fire. Your lower half twitched, which he steadied with a firm grip on your thighs. Satisfied at your state, Hongjoong removed his mouth from you, dangling a high just out of your reach. Just before you could complain, you felt his tip prod at your entrance.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he said, voice growing shaky as he entered you. You winced, despite the fact that you were opened up, you still felt a bit of pain taking him in.
“Joong, it hurts,” you whimpered. He stopped his movements, concern washing over his features.
“Shhh, I know baby, I know,” he said, pressing chaste kisses on your cheeks, “but I know you can take me, my good girl. I’ll go slowly, hmm?” he asked, and once he received a nod from you, he continued, “if it hurts more, I’ll stop.” But once he was fully in, and the two of you regained your breath, you felt the discomfort wash away into pleasure. You gasped, feeling satiated at the feeling of him inside you, giving you a kind of fullness no one had ever, and could ever give you. No one but him. Giving him a nod, he started to move inside you. He started slowly, languidly, as if trying to map you out and find all the spots that made you cry his name, dragging along your walls and observing your every reaction. When you whined, bucking your hips up to try to meet his, he picked up his pace. He slammed into you vigorously, but not mindlessly, as each time he angled into you methodically so he would hit the spot that made you keen. You slapped a hand over your mouth to quiet the moan that escaped your lips, which he promptly removed.
“Let me hear how good I’m making you feel,” he whispered, pinning your hands above you, “I want everyone in this palace to know that only I can fill you up so good, make you feel like this.” His words alone made another whine escape you, which wasn’t even addressing the brutal pace he’d set for himself. You obliged, not holding back or quieting any of the sounds you made, which seemed to make him happy.
“Only you, Joong,” you rambled, the pleasure capsizing you, your thoughts clouded by how good he felt inside of you, “only you. ‘M made for you. No, no one else for me.” With his pace, and his lips relentlessly on the sensitive spot on your neck, you felt your high quickly approaching. His was approaching too, as he lost the rhythm he’d set for himself, stuttering as he cursed under his breath. Your release came first, as you fell limp under him, hiding your face behind a pillow, your senses washed over by the pleasure. You felt the pillow ripped away from you, and Hongjoong’s darkened gaze on your face, soaking in your every expression.
“Don’t hide yourself, darling,” he muttered with a curse, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “you look so beautiful like this.” His high followed soon after, muttering your name under his breath like a prayer as it crashed over him. Hongjoong pulled himself up to lay beside you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, a laugh escaping his lips.
“Guess we finally found something you’re better than me at, y/n,” he said, looking into your eyes. You swore you could see the universe in the gold flecks of his chestnut eyes. His comment reeled a coy smile from you.
“I wouldn’t say that,” you responded affectionately, laying your head atop his chest, pressing a chaste kiss on his newly formed scar. It caused him to giggle. You traced it with your finger, transfixed. A smile grew on your lips knowing that protecting you was the reason behind it. That you mattered so much to him, even if he didn’t admit it openly.
“It looks pretty badass huh?” he asked. You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Joong,” you said, feeling yourself grow drowsy. Hongjoong, feeling your breath steady against him, pulled you up so that your head was laying on the pillows, facing his.
“Careful, wouldn’t want you more sore than you’re already going to be tomorrow,” he said snarkily.
“Cocky,” you scoffed, shaking your head. Despite your words, you nuzzled into his chest as he draped his arm over you, covering the both of you with the soft comforter. The feeling of his hand combing through your hair, and warmth he emitted lulled you to sleep, as you drifted away.
You were strolling around the courtyard of the palace the next morning, humming, a small smile on your face.
“Y/n!” a voice called out to you. You swiveled your head to see Seonghwa’s mother, the previous queen, sitting at a table in the courtyard. She smiled, waving at you to come over. Even as she was aging, her face was radiant, and she was poised, dressed in an elegant sundress, wearing white gloves on her hands.
“Good morning your majesty,” you greeted her with a grin.
“Oh, no need with the formalities my dear,” she patted the seat next to her, “come, sit next to me.” You complied, as the two of you looked out into the distance at the sun, which was rising above you. You heard her sip on her tea beside you.
“Do you believe in destiny, my child?” she asked you out of the blue. She was known to be eccentric, so it wasn’t a strange question in your eyes.
“Well, I used to, up until a while ago,” you laughed, thinking back to Seonghwa’s wedding day, and the emotions you felt. You could look back on it now with a smile, though. She smiled, nodding at your words before speaking
“Let me tell you something,” she started, taking your hand in hers, “I knew about you and Seonghwa’s relationship,” your mouth hung open in shock, “well, I was the only person in the palace who knew. To me, it was just so obvious. His smile just looks different when he’s in love. I see it with Yerin now, and I saw it with you back then,” she said, “to be honest, I would have been more than happy to see him marry you. But I couldn’t let that happen, and do you know why?”
“N-no?” you muttered, anticipating her response. Your heart was racing at this new information.
“Because I believe in destiny. When I found out about the two of you, I scried, looked into the stars and asked them if you were meant to be, and they said no. So I didn’t want you to waste your time and your effort on my son, when there was someone else out there waiting for you. Someone else whose fate is intertwined with yours,” her words made you think of the ones Seonghwa spoke to you back then, “I’m sorry for the pain it caused you. But there was no other way.” You nodded, understanding her as she looked at you with a gaze of sorrow. An idea popped into your head.
“Wait, your majesty, if you knew that me and Seonghwa weren’t meant to be, then you also know who I am meant to be with, right?” you asked, which earned a laugh from her.
“You and I both know the answer to that,” she answered, taking your hand in hers. Just as the meaning of her words sunk in, you heard a name calling your voice. Turning around, you saw Hongjoong coming towards the both of you.
“Your majesty,” he greeted her, with a bow, earning a little chuckle from her, “apologies, but can I borrow y/n for a second? There’s something I need to discuss with her.” Your eyes met the queen’s again, as she smiled and nodded at you.
“Of course, she’s all yours,” she responded with a hinting look directed at you, and sent you off with Hongjoong. His hand found yours, leading you to the far end of the garden, away from any prying eyes or listening ears. You laughed, realizing that it was right by the corner where you were when you were crying over Seonghwa. Where Hongjoong found you after the wedding.
“Joong, what’s up?” you asked, looking at him curiously. He met your gaze with a smile, one that you’d never seen before. It was shy, loving, and joyful. It was one of almost childlike innocence. Unbridled adoration. The closest thing you’d seen to it was the flustered look he gave you after the two of you kissed in the arena.
“Look, y/n,” he started, and the use of your name signaled that this was a very personal, and very important matter, “I think I’ve fallen for you. Your smile, your charm. I can’t be mad at you even when you bully me. Especially when you bully me I realized, I can’t bring myself to hate you, and in fact what I feel is pretty far from hate. I want to be the one who loves you the loudest, I want to be the one, the only one who you let love you. I want to be yours,” he finished, eyes glinting as they looked into yours. You giggled at his ramblings, before taking his face into your hands, and pressing a long kiss into his lips. It was warm, just like the sun on your skin as it hung over the two of you, bathing both of you in a golden glow. It was soft, like the breeze that enveloped the two of you, which sent your blouse and hair flickering by your sides. It was like everything had come into place. Everything felt right. Now, more than ever, you understood what Seonghwa meant. Because when you were with Hongjoong, nothing else mattered. Hongjoong pulled you flush against his chest, a hand snaking around your waist.
“You’re mine. Mine and only mine, for forever,” you whispered against his lips when you pulled apart from him. Although you weren’t fully convinced, perhaps destiny was real, and it was a little thread that led you through your life, and all the way into Hongjoong’s arms. You hummed. You could see yourself getting behind the idea of him being written in your destiny. In fact, it was more than that. You knew that if destiny was real, Hongjoong would be yours.
