summary: what one man won’t do…another one will.
cw: pwp, smut, fembodied reader, INFIDELITY, p in v, unprotected sex for all of them. wooin: mentions of nonconsensual photo sharing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), edging, spanking, choking. joker: fluff if you squint, biting/marking, multiple positions, dirty talk. hyuk: dirty talk, public sex, kinda dubcon. vinny: loss of virginity, vanilla. let me know if i missed anything major.
wc: 4.8k
an: if you remember the first time i posted wooin and joker's parts....no u don't. going through drafts. trying to figure out what i wanna rework/getting inspo for new stuff. idk im "back" because writing will always be my fave creative outlet. missed u all <3
──★ ˙ ̟WOOIN ft. Hyuk
Going after a friend’s girlfriend is a new low even for Wooin. But it can’t be that bad in taste if Hyuk was very aware of the fact that Wooin had also harbored feelings for you.
Hyuk just happened to be the one to pursue you seriously first.
Despite the slight variance in personality, the two were friends for a reason– sharing similar beliefs, ideals, interests– and not to mention, similar tastes in intimate conquests.
All it takes is a bit of mental games and picking at your brain to make you confess your insecurity about Hyuk sneaking around behind your back. Hyuk has always been the type to just do what he wants but Wooin can’t confirm or deny your fears. What he can tell you is that your sweet boyfriend has been sharing your nudes and snippets of your sextapes in the Sabbath Crew groupchat. But as Hyuk’s longtime friend, Wooin gets to see the full clips; that’s not something you need to know though.
It’s devious work but it’s the quickest way for Wooin to get you back to his place, sprawled out on his bed, with your clothes scattered on his floor.
“Would ya look at that?” Wooin whistles, taking in the sight of you on all fours; folds swollen and drenched in your honey along with the back of your thighs trembling after being edged for what felt like hours. “You know, most girls I mess with would’ve tapped out a while ago but you actually can keep up with me. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though– isn’t Hyuk some kind of sadist?” He laughs.
His tongue dances across his lips, lapping away at the slick remains of your arousal lingering on them. It wasn’t Wooin’s intention to go down on you for so long but just one taste of you had him hooked. The desperation in your moans when you get so close to cumming only to have your orgasm die out whenever Wooin pulled away was like a drug to him. Every whine, whimper, and sob was music to him; encouraging to keep toying with you until he broke you down.
Wooin just couldn’t help himself; he always knew he would love playing with you like this.
As tasty as you are, Wooin swears that his dick is going to combust if he doesn’t get it wet soon. Even if he knows that you can–and you would happily– take a good pussy pounding from him in his most feral state, he wants to make you feel good too. After all, you did just find out that your boyfriend has betrayed your trust; you could use a good orgasm. Or several– he has time today and he can be selfish after he makes you cum since you had endured his teasing for long.
Already knowing that you’re on the pill based on all the creampie videos Hyuk had recorded and sent, Wooin doesn’t even bother with a condom after he drops his pants. Dragging the leaky tip across your pussy and adding to the wetness, a small hum of pleasure rumbles in the back of your throat every time the bulbous head of Wooin’s cock catches on your clit. Sharp senses notice your reaction to simple movement and Wooin repeats it. Over and over. Teasing the already sensitive button and making you writhe some more.
During one too many hookups, he found himself thinking about the videos of you while he had some random girl beneath him. Oh but now, Wooin doesn’t need to imagine himself fucking you. He has you right here, rolling your hips to try and tempt him into the warmth of your slick walls.
“Beg for my dick if you want it so bad.” Wooin barks at you, the smug grin on his face seeping into his voice while one hand squeezes your ass and the other grips his length while he continues to slide it through your folds. A heavy palm comes down on your ass and a loud smack echoes throughout the room while your pussy clenches around nothing.
And so you beg.
Your hole has been aching to be filled by Wooin all night. His touch is familiar, eerily similar to Hyuk’s. It’s a feral type of sexual energy that emanates from each point of contact and makes you feel hot all over. Wooin’s cock prodding at your weeping hole has you bowing in an impossible arch; chest flat against the mattress while your ass is high in the air.
Without warning, Wooin is pushing his cock inside of you; all the way in at once. The sudden intrusion has you whimpering as you realize you were still very sensitive from the assault of his mouth and tongue all over your private parts. But it’s not like Wooin cares about that. Landing another smack on your ass, his hands use the plump flesh as leverage to take you fast and hard.
“How long do you and Hyuk usually go for?” Wooin suddenly asks, that self-satisfied attitude present as ever.
The question is so absurd, even if you weren’t taking deep strokes into your soaked cunt, you wouldn’t know how to answer him. Annoyed by your lack of response, one of Wooin’s hands snakes around your throat; holding it in a firm grip so he could draw your upper body closer to him. Now with his chest pressed up against your back, his lips linger around your ear; his breath tickling the outer shell before he speaks.
“How ‘bout I give you an easier question? How many times does Hyuk make you cum?” Wooin grips your throat tighter, the whispered words send a chill down your spine while simultaneously making your entire body heat up.
“Stop asking about him.” You speak the words through gritted teeth; partially out of annoyance but mostly to prevent yourself from moaning when you feel Wooin’s shaft nick your sweet spot.
A smirk graces his lips before he nips at your ear and speaks again; his hips unfaltering as the tip of his cock teases that extra soft area deep within your cunt.
“Fine, I’ll just call and ask him myself.”
Pulling back, Wooin releases your throat and he’s no longer draped over your body and he’s no longer rutting into you from behind. His hips continue moving but at a dramatically slower pace than usual.
He has to be bluffing, right?
There’s no way he was brazen enough to–
“Hey, Hyuk. I got a question.”
You’re yanked out of the blissful pleasure you were experiencing as you realize that he was indeed ballsy enough to pull something like that. You have no idea how he managed to grab his phone but it didn’t matter when you heard your boyfriend’s voice respond through the speaker.
“What’s up? Is it something quick? I’m a bit busy right now.”
“Yeah, it’ll be quick. I’m in a tight situation too.” Wooin chuckles, his thrusts picking up momentum again. “How many times does Y/N usually cum when you two fuck?”
Hyuk is quiet for a bit over the line, then lets out a snort of amusement.
“I don’t have time for this.” He says. “You of all people should know that it’s more fun to go until their legs shake. Then keep going after that.”
The two laugh and exchange goodbyes before Wooin hangs up and tosses his phone off to the side. Pulling all the way out of you, watching how sticky strings of your arousal dribble off his throbbing cock, he flips you on to your back and looms over you menacingly; swiping the leaking head through your folds.
“You don’t have plans today, right? We’re just getting started.”
──★ ˙ ̟JOKER ft. Wooin
You wear Wooin’s clothes and the jewelry he buys you as the most public declaration of being claimed by him. Pictures of the two of you together decorate your otherwise plain social media pages. Your phone’s lock screen is an image of Wooin. And sometimes when you get your nails done, you even have his initials incorporated into the design of your manicure. It’s obvious that you belong to Wooin; but does Wooin truly belong to you?
Wooin doesn’t seem to respect your relationship. He flirts with other girls. There isn’t a trace of you on his social media. It makes sense for Wooin to keep a personal phone and a work phone, but the fact you were unaware of his second cellphone spoke volumes about your relationship.
And it’s exactly why Joker doesn’t respect it either. It’s not like he owes Wooin any loyalty outside of their work obligations. That’s why he doesn’t stop you when you come on to him.
It’s inevitable that fucking around behind Wooin’s back becomes a recurring thing between you and Joker. He likes the softness of your body against his after going through a bunch of strenuous activity. The physical and emotional intimacy you share is something novel to him; and with all new things, it’s exciting.
“You always leave so many marks. Are you even trying to keep things a secret?” Joker asks in an amused tone, his head tilted back as it rests on the armrest of the couch while you straddle his lap; your lips and teeth latched to his neck.
“Just say you got these marks in a fight.” You murmur absentmindedly but if you were to be honest with yourself, you were starting to realize that you preferred spending time with Joker more than your actual boyfriend. Maybe you didn’t care to be so clandestine about things.
It’s not like Wooin cared enough to notice you pulling back from him anyway.
Hands securely gripping your hips, Joker bucks up into the warmth of your body; causing you to moan against his throat. Setting off a mild pace, the girthy and lengthy size of his shaft spears your insides to stimulate places that typically go untouched. What was supposed to be a relaxing day of just watching movies and playing with the puppy had somehow turned into you on Joker’s lap; grinding against him and leaving hickeys wherever your lips could reach.
But even that doesn’t last long and it soon turns into Joker fucking you into the couch cushions with your limbs wrapped around his sturdy frame. You keep drawing him in deeper as the heels of your feet dig into his lower back, making him groan. Caging you between his arms, his hands hold on to the back of the couch in a vice grip and give him more leverage to rut into you harder.
“Fuck, your pussy is so greedy.” Joker mutters, a husky moan falling from his lips.
“Maybe we need to start seeing each other more often.” You purr as your fingers idly rake through the tendrils of sweat dampened hair clinging to the back of his neck.
“Do you really want that?” He questions, only for the words to hang in the air unanswered as another moan pours from your lungs.
The idea of keeping you to himself and claiming you sends shivers down his spine. It fills him with a sense of longing that manifests as him thrusting into you deeper and harder. He knows for sure that Wooin had long vacated the space in your heart and there was now an empty spot needing to be filled. Even if Joker was the one stuffed inside your dripping cunt right now, were you really willing to let him fill your heart too?
There’s no time to have this conversation with you. Caught in the throes of lust, Joker continues to slide in and out of your slick walls. The wet heat is addicting and all he wants to do is drown in it. You seem to want the same thing as you claw at his back, moaning for more. Pure desire written all over your face; as if your pussy didn’t give away how you felt.
Joker was barely getting started and he already had you creaming around his dick, your sticky arousal accenting the salacious sounds of his balls smacking against your ass with every heavy thrust.
“Hajun– ohh fuck, oh my god–” You pant, your eyelids heavy and your jaw hinged open when you feel the fat head of his cock slam straight into your g-spot.
The syrupy way you say his name–his real name– has his cock jump excitedly within your tight heat. Never had the syllables sounded so good until he heard them dancing on your tongue. Lust drunk calls of his name has him plunging into you more wildly. Practically feral as the next level of pleasure is reached. Your legs are no longer locked around his waist because you’ve started to lose feeling in them as your body zeroes in on the sensation of your pussy being pounded so thoroughly. With the restriction gone, it allows Joker to move more freely; drawing his hips back further then plunging right back into you.
You didn’t think it was possible but his fervent thrusts become even more powerful. His hands no longer hold the back cushions of the couch and they’re now on your waist; yanking your body to meet the hungry snapping of his hips. Twitching and squirming beneath his touch, there’s nowhere for you to go except headfirst into your orgasm brought on by the constant pressure of his tip ramming into your sweet spot.
Despite the maddening sensation of release being dangled right in front of you and Joker, his thrusts are still so selfless and calculated. He twitches against the sensitive gumminess of your walls, pushing into you so deeply that you were sure that he was treating your cervix as a bullseye for where to cum.
If it wasn’t hot enough already, the heat in the pit of your stomach continues to rapidly build up as your climax creeps up on you; feeling like pure ecstasy was shot into your veins and traversed through your entire body.
All it took was a few more rough thrusts to make you come apart on Joker’s cock; your hole gushing around him. The added slickness of your walls counteracts the rather aggressive yet rhythmic clenching of your pussy as you orgasm.
It’s not until he’s thoroughly fucked you through your climax, Joker becomes greedy. He takes hold of your thighs that were dangling uselessly on either side of his hips before pushing them back against your chest. Pinning you against the couch with his body weight, he keeps your trembling figure in place until he’s able to find his own release. Bottoming out within your pulsing walls, thick streams of cum are cast within you. The sensitivity of your cunt lets you feel every single drop being dispersed within you and you swear that the sensation of getting filled up like this intensifies your orgasm that you thought was dying out.
You’re disappointed when Joker pulls out, the emptiness bordering on uncomfortable. But perhaps it was necessary– your mind was totally occupied by his dick when it was inside you and you never gave an answer to his question.
“Yeah. I want to start seeing you more often.” You finally tell him, a small laugh escaping you as you realize how absurd it feels to be rendered into this state of emotional vulnerability after getting your guts rearranged.
──★ ˙ ̟HYUK ft. Joker
Hyuk hates the way you cry over Joker being too busy for you. But he sure does love the attention you give him when you’re venting about your relationship problems.
Things have been like this for months now. A once harmonious relationship has become blasé and unfulfilling to you. Despite that, you still adore Joker wholeheartedly and can’t imagine being with someone else.
Breaking up with him never crossed your mind until Hyuk plants the idea. “Why are you dating a guy who doesn’t make you feel like a priority? You have a busy life too and still try to make time for him.” You wanted the words to come and go with the wind, but the way Hyuk spoke was so suggestive. A simple question and statement manage to be so sticky, tacking itself to your thoughts whether you liked it or not.
The seedling festers like an invasive plant in your head. It’s impossible to think about Joker and your relationship with him without it being tied back to the root issue; how touch starved you’ve been.
And that’s why it’s so easy for Hyuk to get under your skin. He had you since the moment you decided to tell him that there was trouble in paradise. Now, he knows about all your dirty laundry. How lonely you’ve been. How it’s been months since you’ve had an orgasm brought on by someone other than yourself.
“Do you really wanna give up on a year of commitment just for one night of fun?” Hyuk taunts you with the same question that’s been rattling around in your head– all while he’s got a hand between your legs– fingers boldly exploring the heat of your inner walls while the pad of his thumb is pressing against your clit.
“We really should stop.” You pant, reaching to grab Hyuk’s wrist as a feeble attempt to push him away. But there's no real push on your end– you're just pathetically holding his wrist. Caught between your true desires and what you deem as ‘right.’
And much to your surprise, he withdraws his fingers. Holding up the digits right before your face, he makes you look at the way your arousal thickly coats them; shimmering even in the low light.
“You’re so hot and wet already. I don't think you mean that.” He laughs mockingly before his tongue laps up your nectar from his fingers. “But whatever. Being delusional makes life more fun, doesn’t it?”
You hate how Hyuk is right. You hate how good he looks as he licks up every last drop of your juices. You hate the way you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties. And most of all, you hate yourself for not being able to control your urges. Despite all these issues that you could technically blame on Joker, you still don’t hate him. Not even a little. At least– not consciously. Because if you truly loved him still, you wouldn’t be pulling Hyuk closer and smashing your lips against his; eating up any of the goading words that might have been lingering on his tongue.
Have you no shame? Not only are you cheating on your boyfriend, you’re about to let his teammate of all people hide his dick inside you in one of the many grimey back alleyways that the city was comprised of. Anyone could walk by and witness this act of depravity. They could see how much of a slut you are; how selfish you were in the pursuit of pleasure.
Solid brick digs into your back as Hyuk's body pins you in place. His lips are hungry, devouring yours with a ferocity that makes your head spin. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a reminder of your own desperation. When your lips are no longer enough, he’s seeking any bit of exposed skin he can get his mouth on.
"Tell me to stop," Hyuk breathes against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "Tell me you don't want this."
But the words won't come. Your body betrays you, arching into his touch as his hands roam freely, mapping out every curve and plane. You're drowning in sensation, lost in the intoxicating mix of guilt and desire.
Hyuk's fingers fumble with the button of his pants, and you know you should stop him. You should push him away, run home to Joker, and beg for forgiveness.
But instead, you help Hyuk; your own hands shaking in excitement.
Legs spread and your pants stretched around your knees, Hyuk keeps his eyes on you while he's freeing his hard cock and dragging it along your dewy petals. His motions are taunting and teasing; a perfect match to the expression on his face. Equal parts maddening and delightful, the friction has you yearning for more. Lifting your hips in a silent plea, Hyuk lets out a small snort of amusement.
“You really want me to fuck you.” He murmurs, words coming out as a cross between a question and statement, a pleased grin spreading across his face.
Before you can even find the words to defend yourself or deny him, he loops his arms around your waist and draws your hips closer. It’s such a sly little movement, you couldn’t have anticipated what he was doing; until you feel the tip of his cock breaching your hole. Stunned by how easily he slipped inside of you– handsfree at that– you can only let out a soft moan as Hyuk thrusts forward.
It’s such an unconventional position. Standing face to face with Hyuk holding you against him. Yet everything about it has you yearning for more. It takes every bit of willpower you have to not let your knees buckle beneath you as the angle of his thrusts have his thick head pressing into your sweet spot with every motion. And that’s not even considering how good Hyuk must have felt and how snug your walls feel around his shaft due to your legs being only slightly parted rather than spread wide.
“If you feel good now, just imagine how much more I can do when it’s just us two alone.” Hyuk chuckles in this low, menacing tone that sends shivers up your spine.
The thought excites you– and he can feel it in the way your pussy squeezes him tighter.
His hips move with minimal effort with his dick lodged so deep inside you. Slow but deep grinds of his rigid length stimulate your center in an absolutely sinful type of pleasure. It’s the type of elation that makes your head fuzzy, body pliable, and jaw slack. The sensation never loses its novelty when you experience it. Hell, you could even say it gets better every time Hyuk fucks you; and he would wholeheartedly agree with you.
Learning your body and making you crave him filled a void in Hyuk that he didn’t even know he had. Even if you just saw him as a bootycall, it’s not gonna change the fact that he feels like life is just better when he’s balls deep in you like this. Your orgasm is close. He sees it in the way your eyes roll back. He hears it as your moans start to increase. He feels it in the way your pussy starts spasming around him. And he can taste it as he licks up the tears trickling down your cheeks.
Thank god, he thinks. Despite the excitement of claiming you in public like this, Hyuk knew it wouldn’t be much longer until someone would stumble upon your compromising position. Being so attuned to your body, all it takes is a few sharp thrusts into your sweet spot for you to come apart on him.
As the night is still young and guilt for your actions hadn’t set in quite yet, Hyuk knew he would have fun breaking you down and turning you into his own cocksleeve in private.
──★ ˙ ̟VINNY ft. Jay
Two parents with well paying jobs. God given talent. An easy time shifting from a social recluse to everyone’s favorite. Jay was bestowed with so many things in life that Vinny has to fight tooth and nail for.
But you’re an exception.
You’re not a gift to be possessed by Jay alone. You’re a person with free will and emotions. So when you make the active decision to ditch Jay in favor of Vinny, it makes him feel like he’s one step closer to being on top of the world.
Everyone says that Jay is good for you. All your friends say that he’s the one for you; you’re a better match for him than Shelly was. And that he really loves you. Yet he knows nothing about the burdens you carry on your shoulders and what keeps you up late at night crying.
Jay is completely clueless about how you call Vinny every night seeking his comfort because he’s the only person who truly gets you and makes you feel seen in every single way. Your heart lied with Vinny at the end of the day. It was only natural that your body would follow after it.
“Vinny, are you sure about this?” You ask, tilting your head in curiosity.
The question falls from your lips so casually like the two of you aren’t already naked in his bed with you straddling him. A casual conversation had turned into cuddling. And the cuddling had escalated to making out. You’ve definitely crossed the point of no return once clothes started coming off. It would be a cruel joke for you to get cold feet now because he’s so fucking hard, it almost hurts. He’s never been this aroused before.
But he’s also never gotten this close to having sex before either.
“Are you sure about this?” He quips back in a strained voice; mentally fighting the battle of not wanting to take advantage of your vulnerability but also really needing an outlet for his sexual frustration.
Eyes drifting down to his hard cock standing tall toward the ceiling, your teeth sink into your lower lip nervously. Vinny is about the same length as Jay, give or take a centimeter. But he’s girthier. So much so, it makes your hole ache in anticipation.
“Just getting performance anxiety because it’s your first time.” You respond sheepishly, ducking your head slightly to hide the embarrassment on your face while your hand reaches to pump his cock slowly. “Tell me what feels good.”
Vinny has to stop himself from laughing at your comment. He should be the one that’s outwardly nervous. A stoic expression albeit his rosy cheeks masks any semblance of anxiety. Firstly, it’s his first time but not yours. The chances of him finishing in under two minutes is extremely likely. Secondly, he’s a guy so it’s quite rare for sex to not feel good. Based on what he’s heard.
Finally ready to mount him, you guide Vinny’s dick into your pussy; the slick ring of muscle giving way to his thickness and stretching with every inch that embeds itself into your walls. You and Vinny are moaning and whimpering from the initial contact. His fingertips roughly dig into the meat of your hips, holding on for dear life as he tries to wrap his head around how good it feels to be inside you. The slick and tight heat of your pussy has Vinny’s mind swirling. He could never go back to his hand after experiencing this type of pleasure. The only thing stopping him from cumming immediately is his desire to drag out this experience for as long as he could.
Just when Vinny thinks can’t get any better, you start to move; steadily riding him as you get comfortable with him inside you. Toes curled, fingers bruising your hips, he focuses his gaze on your point of connection. When you lift yourself up, he sees his shaft coated in your sticky arousal. Then when you bring your ass down and take him to the hilt, he can feel the tip of his cock hitting some spongy spot within you.
Vinny had never been a super religious person, but after being embraced by the warmth of your walls like this, he prays for the strength to make this night last long enough to satisfy both you and him.
He bucks into you needily, whining and pleading for you to go faster. His hips are so strong, you feel yourself nearly losing balance and he has to use the vice grip he already has on you to guide your movements.
“Fuck, Vinny– you’re so deep.” you whimper as he thrusts up into you every time he pulls you down on him.
Driven by lust, any anxieties have been quelled. The heat of your body on his pacifies all the worries he felt while simultaneously fueling this hunger that had laid dormant within him for so long.
All he sees is you. All he hears is you. All he feels is you, you, and more you. The only thing he’s missing is the taste of you. But he knows he can get that later. This wouldn’t be a one time thing.
life updates yall missed if you aren't in the discord server:
I broke up with my boyfriend of 6 years.
I moved.
I turned 25.
I've been hanging out with the homies. going on dates. typical things to enjoy my youth.
got my heartbroken by a two week situationship. he may or may not be my current muse for writing.
and I finally have a new laptop coming on Monday !!! my MacBook is literally too slow. It can't keep up with how much I type and delete lmfao
I still do work like crazy and im in school though so don't expect too much out of me-
but like ya. I'm kinda back. not caught up on any webtoons though 💀 currently trying to decide if i wanna power through my old wips or if im gonna say fuck it and start more new projects.
Vin jin most definitely spanks when giving back shots that motherfucker looks devious he would do some down dirty shit mid back shots like switching angles or positions 😭
imma be honest... I saw "Vin Jin" and "backshots" then my brain started immediately thinking about how Vin is one of those guys that would lowkey make you insecure about your booty hole.
All menaces love backshots but only a handful of them will stare at your booty hole so hard that it makes you self conscious
im still recovering from burn out from the holidays tbh
my personal life has been INSANE and ive been caught in this cycle of "if I don't create, I get depressed but if I get depressed I can't create" LMFAO and like im so fat now from eating so much 辣条
then lowkey...im thinking that once I clear out all of my windbreaker/lookism wips, im probably gonna write for love and deepspace for a while bc its literally been the only source of joy for me since thanksgiving
or maybe start I'll start writing more killer peter fics. idk tho.
I just know that this year I wanna do more of what makes me happy instead of what I know other people will like. Like... I've always been in my "idgaf" era but im cranking it up another notch.
my oldest draft is probably older than this blog bc I like starting five wips at once then whichever one calls to me the most ends up getting finished while the rest just sit in my folder until I either 1) rework it or 2) delete it LMFAO
Thoughts on Charles Choi? I'm just saying he's old but he looks like he can really pound a bitch
hmm...part of me wants to say that since he's old and only has one arm, he probably likes to sit back and enjoy the ride.
other part me remembers that ptj makes being in your 20s-30s seem geriatric sooo Charles can't be that old...and even if he was "old" that guy is still fit and active af so he could definitely take you to pound town and back a few times...
just a small question but do you have any characters you dont write for???
hm...lookism 0 generation is an immediate no LOL
I can't really think of anyone else I wouldn't write for right now. I just know that the less panels/the less substance I have to properly vibe check them, the less excited I get about writing them.
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