GET TO KNOW ME ⥠Favorite Characters ⳠShane Hollander
âI need you to know, I did really try. I tried really hard, but, uh, I just can't help it.â
Finn, we don't have to do this. I want this with you. I was struck again with that feeling of newness with him. It felt like stopping time. As if they had been waiting a lifetime to be noticed by him, my wings shiver. It feels like I could have him right in my mouth and still crave him closer. Please...
summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?
content: idol!au, hybeidol!reader x idol!mingyu, hybeidol!reader x idol!jungkook, 97liner!reader, friends2lovers, not mingyu x jk (they just share u like all besties would<3), not that much plot, afab reader, smut, oral (f and m receiving), body worship, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)
wc: 1.3k (teaser); 8.2k (full fic)
release date: april 27th
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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.
"Yeah."
"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.
"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."
"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."
That much was true.
You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty â though you weren't faring any better.
The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.
You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.
It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.
Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.
While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.
"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
"It's nothing."
"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.
Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.
"Do you ever think about dating?"
"Who? You?", he chuckled.
"No, dumbass. I mean in general."
He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.
"What's got you thinking about that?"
"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.
Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.
"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"
Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.
"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."
"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.
Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.
Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?
"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"
"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"
Oh. He was serious.
"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."
"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.
"Mingyu ..."
"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."
Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.
Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.
"Gyu, I-"
"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.
"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.
"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."
The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.
"You've thought about this?"
Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.
"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.
Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.
"Gyu, I-"
"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.
You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about â the Jungkook aspect of it all.
The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.
With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.
"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"
"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."
Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.
"Jungkook-"
"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.
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You and Wonwoo have been rivals since your first of University, and despite it being your final year, that rivalry doesn't seem like it's going anywhere soon when you both end up in German 101.
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Tags: dub con, academic rivals to fucking academic rivals, mean!woo, both are super smart, german- BECAUSE OKAY IM IN GERMAN RN AND I WAS LIKE WHAT IF I ADD A LITTLE BIT OF GERMAN AND THEN I ADDED A FUCKING LOT SO language kink đ, a HUGE abuse of the german language, ALSO IM IN GERMAN 101 SO GOOGLE WAS MY BEST FRIEND SO IM SORRY IF ANY OF IT IS WRONG I DONT UNDERSTAND VERB PLACEMENT, okay, Wonwoo is genuinely mean okay? Keep in mind, creampie, public sex because we know I love it, wonwoo rawdogs it, lots of teasing, brats all around, rough sex?
I did end up with my own German consultant, thank you @hyunjins-dimples and I did ignore some of their german language advice because I just did, anyways I will be ignoring any and all german language critiscism from anyone other than my beautiful, perfect, amazing, german friend tyvm : )
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âAlright, and when you conjugate the verb komme, as in to come, where would you place the verb?â Your professor asked. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought as his gaze crossed over the class. âAs in a sentence like. I go to Germany?â
You thought over your answer in your head, clearly for too long as suddenly your professorsâ eyes were across the room.
âUh, Wonwoo?â
âIch komme nach Deutschland.â
âGood!â Your professor said with a nod. You could feel a gaze land on you, and you didnât have to look over to know that a smug look was being shot at you. You rolled your eyes and pressed your cheek into your hand. âIn some sentences there are two verbs. Does anyone know what we would do if we had kommen and an in the same sentence. As in to say something about August?â
Your hand shot up before you could think about it. Your professor nodded at you, and you tried to cooly answer.
âIch an komme im August?â You murmured, unable to keep the question out of your voice. You knew you had made a mistake when you heard a stifled chuckle from the other side of the classroom. And your professorâs eyes drifted to the side, his mouth falling open as he tried to find a nice way to say that you were wrong.
âRight well, if you said that it wouldnât be quite right.â
You pressed your eyes closed in frustration as Wonwoo spoke without even raising his hand.
âIt would be Ich komme im August an,â he said, and there was no doubt in his voice that he was right.
âRichtig, gut,â your professor praised lightly, before continuing to tell you all the nuances of where the verb was placed in sentences and when it should be where. You felt your fingers clasp at your apple pencil tighter and this time you looked over at the gaze across the room.
You glared at Wonwoo, wishing he wasnât so good at this.
You had been fighting in classes with Wonwoo since your freshmen year of college. You werenât sure how come your classes always collided so much. After all, he was an English major, and you were in Zoology. It didnât make sense for you two to meet in so many classes, past of course, gen eds but regardless you saw Wonwoo practically everywhere that you went.
It was so frustrating. You hadnât known him in high school and in high school you had been the valedictorian. You were in the honors college, and you already had plans on where exactly you were going to go for your Bachelors. So, when you sat down for your first Chemistry class, buzzing with the excitement of knowing exactly what you were going to say. You were a bit annoyed to find that somebody else was raising their hand just a millisecond faster than you were.
Your very first day in Chemistry ended up being a fierce race between you and this Wonwoo on who could answer the fastest, and you were both very good at Chemistry.
In every class that you two were in whether it be Chemistry, Biology, Writing, or gender studies and attitudes of the world, you and Wonwoo were sat down after about the second week with your professor, encouraged to let other students answer questions in class.
Sometimes you two just immediately turned to each other and whispered the answer at one another with sharp gazes.
So, you were a bit pissed when you sat down for German 101 at the beginning of your last semester and stupid Wonwoo was in your class.
How could you have possibly had at least one class with him every single semester at this university? Would it go on to grad school? Would you two be stuck at an internship together? God forbid you two visit Germany at the same time.
You shivered at the mere thought.
What was an English major even doing taking German? For goodness sake, you only chose the class because you thought it would be the last class he would be in.
And to add onto that, why the fuck was he so good at German?
It was German 101. Literally elementary German and sentence structure in German was confusing as hell so why was he finding it so easy.
You tried not to scowl too hard as you thought about it, wondering what gave him the right to just be good at everything he did. You would have to stay even later at the library tonight if you were going to manage to keep up with him.
After class, as you packed your things, you made a point to brush past Wonwoo, âaccidentallyâ bumping your shoulder into his. You never knew why you did that really. He was practically immovable.
You wondered if it was possible for him to study and workout at the same time.
Maybe he just didnât work.
But you did and you worked quite a bit. Which meant jam sessions where you tried to force the material that you didnât know down your throat in only a manner of hours.
Which meant you were at the library late a lot.
Not that, that was the only place that you ran into the asshole.
âYou must be a bit desperate to even be studying at lunch time,â Wonwoo commented. You looked up from your little hole in the dining room- The one spot in the whole cafeteria that you felt completely comfortable in. Tucked in a corner where no one could see you.
You couldnât hear the buzz of the students around you in this little corner booth, and you had every opportunity to just pull your legs up on the seat, and enjoy the world around you.
âWhat are you doing over here?â You hissed, instead of arguing the desperate allegations. You definitely were desperate, to be studying while you were eating lunch, and there was no point in arguing that.
Unfortunately for you, Wonwoo was a good study. And that meant that he had been able to study you over the years, along with all of his other assignments. Frustratingly enough, he always knew when you were lying. So, there was no point in trying to pretend like you werenât.
âI just came to eat as well,â he stated.
He took a seat right next to you, forcing your feet to the floor. He didnât have any food with him, and you wondered why that was until he reached around you and plucked one of the fries off of your plate.
âHey-â
âWhat are you even studying?â He asked you. You rolled your eyes. Advanced biology.
âNothing you would know,â you grumbled. He took a single glance at your screen, and mumbled the answer to the question that you felt like you had been thinking about for hours. You tried to keep your anger to a minimum. âWell, duh, thatâs easy.â
How did he know that?
âIf itâs so easy, why have you been here all day?â Wonwoo pressed. He didnât even have his own things with him.
âHave you been stalking me?â You blurted, noting that it did sound a little shrill.
âNo⌠I could just hear you trying to think from across campus.â
You started to spew insults at Wonwoo because, well, how else were you supposed to respond to him? But they fell on deaf ears. Wonwoo simply plucked a few more of your fries from your plate, and then walked away as if the conversation had ended ages ago.
You got your chance for proper payback a few weeks later.
When you saw that there was going to be a mandatory lecture for English majors by James Franco⌠Well, you just knew you had to be there. A study on english composition and how it is seen in history and therefore portrayed in film. You had been studying english and film in your free time for almost your whole life.
For you, it was a pipe dream⌠Which meant that if there was anything that you were going to show up Wonwoo inâŚ
You excitedly sat next to him in the lecture hall, shooting him a bright smile despite the early hour.
âCoffee?â You offered him. Wonwoo looked exhausted, youâd heard there was a mandatory frat party the night before. Poor guy was probably up all night.
He gave you a suspicious expression while he looked at the cup, but he seemed to remember quickly that he was a bit too tired to say no to it. He took the cup and took a swig from it.
âPoison?â He asked you, even though you both knew you had ordered him his favorite kind.
âIâm thinking of a much slower death,â you replied lightly. You tapped the desk in front of you. âArenât you excited? James Franco⌠Wow, imagine that⌠One of the only notable PhD holders in English and heâs an actor.â
You seemed to think over your words.
âItâs almost as if being an English major is just a hussle for most people⌠Must be an easy way to get a doctorate.â
You kept your voice airy.
âHow does that sound, Doctor Jeon Wonwoo?â
It was all meant to strike a chord in him but something about using such a high title with him made your mouth go dry. Wonwooâs eyes darkened a bit, and you knew that he wanted to press the way that you had addressed him. You didnât give him the satisfaction.
âWell,â you said quickly. âI hope youâre ready for this lecture. I would hate for your head to hurt too much to enjoy it.â
Wonwoo grumbled.
âYou talk too damn much.â
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It was always like that with Wonwoo, a constant game of pushing and pulling and before you knew it your first test was coming up in German. You werenât sure how things were going to go with it, but you did know that between all of your other classes you hadnât had much of a chance to study for German.
And that meant cramming.
And cramming on a normal day was a lot and on days especially like this one. It left you feeling very delirious.
âIch bin nicht klugâŚâ You mumbled to yourself, not only furrowing your eyebrows at the fact that you were pretty sure you said it wrong, but also trying to figure out when the fuck you were supposed to use not, and how the fuck you added it to a sentence.
âRichtig,â a voice mumbled, dragging you away from the quizlet open on your tablet. âDu bist nicht klug.â
You glared at Wonwoo.
âI donât need you to tell me Iâm not smart. I was just talking,â you grumbled at him. He hummed, placing a hand in your little cubicle, leaning over your head to look at your quizlet.
âWell, itâs true,â Wonwoo commented. âDu bist sehr schlecht im Gebrauch von Verben im Deutschen.â You were frustrated to find that no matter how hard you thought about it, you had no clue what he had just said. Not that he even gave you time to process. âOh, es tut mir leid. I said that you are very bad at verb usage in German.â
You elbowed Wonwoo as you wheeled your chair to the side, trying to get out from under him. He let his back press against the divider to your left, so you got to your feet.
âWhy the fuck are you so good at German anyways?â You blurted. âWhy the fuck does an English major need to know German?â
Wonwoo shrugged.
âJust thought it would be fun to take.â
You were furious. German was the only thing that you werenât able to keep up with Wonwoo in.
You two had been matching rivals in Chemistry and your gender studies class. You had smoked him in Biology, but he had never been able to beat you in a class before. Even in writing you both ended up with the same exact grade on every assignment. So why German?
Why was he so good at German?
âYou know youâre disrupting my studying,â you grumbled, a bit annoyed by his interruption. You slid your tablet to the side, and picked up your water bottle, taking a sip. As you did Wonwoo held out his hand, clearly expecting you to share your water with him.
You rolled your eyes at his audacity.
You handed him your water bottle.Â
âDo you need help studying?â Wonwoo asked, and it would seem genuine if it werenât for that condescending look in his eyes. âI bet even after hours of studying you donât know how to form a sentence.â
You knew enough German to say: âIch hasse dich.â Because you had learned the phrase, I hate you specifically to say it to Wonwoo.
He stepped a bit closer to you.
âYou could also say Dich hasse ich,â Wonwoo clarified. âItâs interchangeable in that sentence.â
You two stared at one another, and it was only then that you realized exactly how close you two were to one another. Your eyes flickered across his perfect face. Smooth, glassy skin, gorgeous dark eyes framed in glasses that should make him look like a nerd but instead just made him more handsome, and pretty pink lips that you just wanted to-
You felt your cheeks redden and you knew you had to act fast. You reached forward, grabbing the frames from off his face.
âAre you ever embarrassed by the fact that your genes are so awful you have to wear glasses?â You mumbled, trying to hide your moment of weakness. You two were so close to one another that you could barely even hold his glasses up between the two of you without your knuckles brushing his chest. You raised his glasses to your face, sliding them up your nose.
You frowned.
âGod your sight is awful. You reall-â
Before you could finish your sentence Wonwoo had grabbed your wrist and holy shit he was a lot stronger than you had imagined he would be.
He gestured towards your skirt, which barely even fell halfway past your thighs.
âAre you ever embarrassed to walk around like some sort of conceited slut?â
Your mouth dropped open, and you knew that you should be angry and push Wonwoo away and yell at him because you had both taken the same gender studies class and you knew that he knew better than to talk to anyone that way, and you knew that he was respectable to people of all genders, but instead you just stood there, shocked.
There was a tightness in the pit of your stomach, and your hand fell to your side, gripping at the edge of your desk. You struggled to find something to say back, and your hesitance made Wonwooâs expression which, by the way, had turned to shock as soon as the words left his mouth, to confusion.
âBist du dumm?â He mumbled, and the question went right over your head. You suddenly werenât able to think about anything. He flicked your forehead lightly. âI said are you dumb? Donât you know youâre supposed to argue it when someone says something derogatory like that to you?â
His voice was veiled a bit in concern. Like he was worried that people were walking around calling you a slut to your face and you werenât saying anything about it.
⌠You certainly hoped that Wonwoo never found out about your book preferences. Maybe you should try and hide Haunting Adaline from your bookshelves on Goodreads.
âI was just caught off guard,â you mumbled. âI thought you were more intelligent than needing to resort to such derogatory terms.â
Bold-faced lie. Your face was red. Why were you growing so warm at the implication. Why were you thinking about the fact that nobody was ever in this corner of the library this late at night. Why were you thinking about the window that was right in front of you two looking out on the water fountain outside of the library? Why were you thinking about the absence of cameras on this floor? And most importantly why were you wondering what Wonwooâs hands would be like with your skirt bunched into it?
You two stared at one another, and Wonwoo took a step closer (you were surprised that was even possible) his gaze becoming a bit sharper.
âEs gefällt dirâŚâ You like it.
âNeinâŚâ You mumbled back. Wonwooâs hand came up to your chin, his thumb brushing it at first, making your chin tilt up a bit, encouraging the touch. When you did that Wonwoo clasped his fingers on your chin, holding it where you presumed, he wanted it.
âYes, you do,â he said in awe. He leaned forward, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
âYou look hot in my glasses,â he mumbled.
You made a noise that was not a response.Â
His lips ghosted yours.
âKeep them on.â
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. At first, it was hesitant. He was a bit unsure of if he wanted to actually kiss you, or if you actually wanted to kiss him. That was a fair thought of him to have because you were unsure if you even wanted to kiss him, until his lips were on yours and then your arms were wrapping around him, the palm of your hand pressing on his neck so that he was forced closer to you.
One of Wonwooâs hands came up to your hair, and he pulled you back by your ponytail. You hissed at the action, but the way that it sent a coil of heat through your body was enough to stop you from complaining.
âIch will dich ficken,â Wonwoo mumbled, as your lips parted. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
âYou want toâŚâ You trailed off, your fingers balling into his shirt. You didnât know that verb, you were sure your professor hadnât covered it.
âFuck.â Wonwoo twisted your body so that you were pressed against the edge of the desk, and his pelvis was pressed to yours. âI want to fuck you so bad.â
Your breath hitched in your throat.
âSo? Are you going to be fucking good and let me take you?â
You were already nodding when the word good left his lips. So, when he finished the question, you were nodding rapidly.
âYes,â you mumbled. âOh god please take me Wonwoo.â
A smirk flickered across his lips.
âIn German.â
Frustration bubbled up in your bodyâŚ. Or was that arousal?
âUh⌠Ja⌠ich will dich ficken⌠Too?â
That must have been good enough because the next thing you knew, Wonwooâs lips were on yours again and he was hiking you up onto the desk, pushing your skirt up to your waist with ease.
âYou donât even have shorts under this,â he mumbled against your lips as his hand ran over your thigh. He slapped you there, hard. You yelped and your fingers tightened in his shirt. âDu bist ein DeppâŚ"Â
You vaguely registered he was calling you an idiot, but before you could respond he was sliding down your body, his fingers on your sides making you shiver despite being over your shirt. He got to his knees in front of you and took the hem of your underwear with his fingers.
âLet me get this off of you your highness,â he said mockingly. Your body grew even hotter, and you leaned back on your hands, lifting your legs a bit so he could easily pull your underwear off of you. You could feel a string of wetness drawing from your pussy as he pulled your underwear off and you wanted to hide your face in embarrassment at the truth of just how much Wonwoo had turned you on. You pressed your lips together tightly.
âGod youâre fucking soaked,â Wonwoo mumbled. He slapped your thighs apart again, and you obediently spread them for him. âYou want me to treat you like mein kleines Schwanzluder?â
You had no clue what he was saying, and your silence in response made him pinch your inner thigh. You bit down into your fist.
âAre you really that bad at German?â He asked you. âIf you canât even respond to a question as simple as, do you want me to treat you like my little cock slut than I donât know how you are going to pass the final.â
âJa,â you blurted, scrambling to drag any German you knew out of your mind. âBitte.â Please. âIch bin deinâŚâ You hesitated on the last word. I am yourâŚ
âSchwanzluder,â Wonwoo said softly, his eyes focusing on you. âCock slut.â
âSchwanzluder,â you repeated, your voice barely there. Wonwoo hummed.
âBad pronunciation,â he mumbled. âBut then again, youâre also bad at that.â
You went to protest him because you thought that your German pronunciation was pretty good, but then you thought of something better to argue with him about:
âAre you even going to be able to do anything down there?â You asked him tauntingly. âYou probably wouldnât be able to find a clit even with your glasses o-â Before you could finish, Wonwoo was shoving something wet and salty into your mouth, Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized you recognized the feeling of the cloth of your wet underwear from when you had done this to yourself while masturbating in the past. Your face burned in shame at the way that this only turned you on more.
âHalt die SchnauzeâŚâ
You didnât have to know German to know that he was telling you to shut up.
Wonwooâs hands pressed at the insides of your thighs, high enough that he was able to feel the dampness that had soaked through the thin cloth of your underwear. He massaged his thumbs into your thighs, and beneath the blurriness of Wonwooâs glasses you could see him smile slightly. His hands slid further up your thighs and one of his thumbs prodded at your folds, dragging them to the side so that he could see your wet pussy even better.
âFuckâŚâ He mumbled. âYouâre wet like a bitch in heat.â
 You let your head fall back and hit the glass of the window behind your head. You couldnât deny what he was saying, as badly as you wanted to. He had eyes, and even though his glasses werenât on⌠He could certainly feel how wet you were beneath his fingers.
His thumb plunged into you suddenly, feeling thick and short as he delved inside of you. His fingers brushed your clit and you whined against the cloth in your mouth, your eyes falling shut. He pulled his thumb out of you after a few moments, seeming to be in thought, and then he was suddenly pressing two fingers at your entrance.
It was a lot⌠Especially for someone who had not been prepped, and he seemed to figure out with the way that the stretch felt around his fingers. He retracted and then pushed a single finger inside of you. The feeling was intoxicating. Even though you had felt yourself that you were not stretched enough for two you felt like you needed it.
It wasnât long until you were begging for more as desperately as you could from behind your gag. Your fingers were gripping desperately at the desk, and it had Wonwoo chiding as he finally eased a second finger into you.
âDu bist erbärmlichâŚâ He mumbled and you had no fucking clue what he had said but it sounded so hot with the little twinge of accent in his voice. You rolled your hips down onto his fingers, and the action made Wonwoo press a hand to your pelvis. âHĂśr auf.â
Again you whined, but your body stilled under his command. The pressure of him pushing down on you pushed his fingers even further inside of you and if you thought that was hard to handle, you couldnât imagine what it would be like with his dick inside of you.
As if to read your thoughts, Wonwoo leaned forward, his hot breath teasing your clit.
âOh Engel⌠Iâm going to fucking destroy you,â he mumbled. He leaned forward, and he began to suck on your clit. His tongue flicking over it as a way to distract you as he stuffed a third finger into you.
The burn was amazing, and the distraction of his wet tongue on your clit was so welcoming that you about came just from that.
You had always wanted Wonwoo to just shut up. Thought that there was no use at all for his mouth.
But here he was⌠Proving that he had at least one very good use for his mouth. You tried to fight the urge to move under him, going as far as to slap the palm of your hand against the desk you were being eaten out on, but as soon as his mouth completely replaced his fingers, and you felt your wetness on your thigh, you couldnât stop yourself from rolling down against him.
Somehow his hot mouth felt just as good as his fingers did, and they were making your core burn in a way that was fucking painful. You needed his cock in you right now.
Wonwoo moaned against your cunt- The first indicator that he was enjoying this just as much as you were, and he suddenly pulled away from you. His fingers dipped into you again but only briefly.
âBend over,â Wonwoo murmured, twisting your body so that your ass was against his bare wet dick. You could feel it poking at your ass and you quickly bent over, placing the palms of your hands to the window.
âNot good enough,â Wonwoo mumbled. He pressed his hand to the small of your back, forcing your ass up more, and with his other hand his fingers knotted in your hair and he shoved your face into the window. âThatâs betterâŚâ
He trailed off as he moved the hand not in your hair to (you assumed) take hold of his cock. You stayed there for seconds that felt like hours, skirt bunched around your waist, ass out for Wonwoo, your rival, and your face smashed up against the window just enough to see that there were people walking outside, presumably to their dorms.
Frustration began to bubble inside you, which expressed itself in small tears in the corners of your eyes.
âIch mĂśchte hĂśren, wie Du darum bettelst.â
The german made you let out a sob of frustration as it was paired with Wonwoo sliding the tip of his cock between your soaked and already abused folds.
âWonwoo, I donât fucking know what youâre saying,â you cried out. You bucked your hips, trying to force his cock into you which worked except it didnât because just his tip slipped inside of you.
God you felt like you were going to go feral at the feeling of his bare cock inside of you, you were already thinking about him pumping you full of cumâŚ
âGuess you better figure out what Iâm saying.â
Your mind raced, trying to figure out what Wonwoo could have possibly been telling you to do. You didnât really recognize any of the words⌠Ich⌠I⌠hĂśren⌠hearâŚ? Will⌠want-
âBitte, bitte, bitte,â you pleaded desperately. âI want your cock so badly⌠treat me like your own schwandluger or⌠Whatever it was- Please Wonwoo, Iâm beggi-â
Before you could finish speaking Wonwoo was shoving himself into you. Your fists lightly hit the window at the feeling, so relieved to finally have him inside of you. You understood now why he had deemed only fingering you on three fingers as a punishment. You felt like you were being split open on his cock, and he had decided that he was going to go easy on you.
âYouâre so small like this,â Wonwoo mumbled. âI mean look at you, unable to move under me⌠Someone you despise⌠Howâs it feel to not only be physically overpowered but also to be intelligently inferior to me?â
Humiliation boiled through your veins, and each hard thrust of his cock sent him deeper into you than the time before.
âGenau so mag ich dichâŚâ Wonwoo mumbled, a hint of admiration in his voice. He tugged you up by your hair, arching your back. His arm wrapped around your body, right under your breasts, pushing them up as he brought his face right up next to yours.
He stared at you, his eyes squinting as he took in your already fucked out expression. He watched you bounce for a few seconds, each thrust drawing out a loud and desperate cry from you. Then, finally, he leaned forward and kissed you again.
This kiss was just as hot and heavy as the way he was fucking you, and you really ended up just screaming out in his mouth with every single thrust.
âYou may not be good at German, but you are damn good at taking my cock,â he hissed out. âSo, it turns out you are useful.â
He suddenly pushed you back down onto the table, smashing your face onto the cold surface.
âSo why donât you be a good cumdump and take all of my cum?â
You hadnât even realized how much the pressure of needing to come had been building up in you until you felt the first warm spurt of cum fill your cunt.
There were a million reasons why you shouldnât be excited by the fact that not only was Wonwoo fucking you raw but he was coming inside of you but all you could remember was how hot Wonwoo sounded when he was speaking to you in German, and how much you liked him controlling you as you began to come as well.
Your whole body shook as Wonwoo fucked you full of his cum, and he continued to fuck you until your body had stopped shaking. His fingers released in your hair, and the sound of both of you panting filled the air. You two were completely still for minutes that felt like hours, before finally you peeled yourself off the table.
You stared at Wonwoo, who was staring right back at you.
âTake your fucking glasses back,â you mumbled. He smiled at you, dragging them off of your face.
âHappily,â he replied. He ran his fingers through his hair, and he almost looked completely the same as he had when he first started to fuck you. âYou know what the best part about this is?â
You stared at Wonwoo, the humiliation burning on your face.
âWhat is the best part?â You asked him, your voice low.
âYou have barely studied,â he said, and his voice was heightened in amusement. âGood luck on the test tomorrow.â
His eyes swept over your body, clearly noting the fact that you were in no shape to study anymore. He gestured towards his phone- the time- reminding you that your class was so early that you wouldnât even be able to study before it if you went to bed now.
Your mind raced with the implications.
âGet home safely y/n,â Wonwoo said, his voice light. You went to protest, but before you could he had pushed his fingers deep inside of you. Your fingers clutched the desk, immediately remembering who had been fucking you not long before. Who you had been begging to dominate you just moments ago.
He pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth with a smile.
âMaybe weâll do this again.â
And then he was gone. Your blood was boiling, from satisfaction, humiliation, and pure anger at Wonwoo for having fucked you so that you would do bad on the test tomorrow, but one thing proved true between all of it. For him to think about fucking you to sabotage you, there had to be an initial wish to fuck you to begin with.
And if that were the case then⌠Well, you could certainly use this to your advantageâŚ
18+ minors dni, f!reader, daddy x1, tw i talk about gyuâs ipad again :/
mingyu wants a gf so bad i just know he has so much love to giveâŚ.. so ready to obsess over a sweet girl and treat her perfectly
youâre his muse.. heâs always drawing you, looking up from the page to look over your face, brows furrowing and canines gnawing on his bottom lip when he canât get your plush lips right or capture just how pretty your eyes are
gyu loves femininity and loves watching you do your makeup, asking âcan i try?â before picking up a brush thatâs way too small in his big hand and patting it so softly into the pinkest blush you have, sweeping it so softly over your cheeks you can barely feel it. heâd be so concentrated, clumsy hands working slowly and carefully to add all the pink tones and shimmers that are his favourite <3 he starts asking his makeup artists more questions as they do his makeup, getting tips so he can do yours betterâŚ!!!!
when heâs abroad for work heâs always shopping for you, picking out dresses and skirts and shoes and jewellery he wants to see you in, âi thought youâd look really pretty in this, babyâ akskfllnf
when you wear his favourite silky mini skirt, bare legs half visible between sheer tights, you wonât make it to your dinner date before getting fucked. he canât stop himself from ripping your tights away from your body and stuffing you with his hard cock, whether heâs pressing you against the front door or ushering you into the back seat of his car, âcanât wait, baby, yâlook so fucking prettyâ
heâs good at containing himself in public, even when youâre out drinking with friends and your hand finds his thigh under the table, fingers timidly creeping closer to ghost over his cock that sits thick and heavy in his pants. heâll just smile down at you, pulling you closer against his side so you can reach him easier, âhaving fun?â
when you get home itâs a different story, gyu letting it all out as he pins your knees to your chest, hooded eyes staring at how your tight cunt stretches around his cock as he pounds you, âmy needy girl, hm? you want cock that bad, baby? tell meâ
gyu could completely just get off on your pleasure, so when youâre doing the work heâs rambling off raspy whimpers and praises, his cute lisp getting heavier the messier you are. heâs all heart eyes as you ride him, his cute bunny girl so needy and bouncing so energetically, your juices gushing all over his lower tummy as your face flushes with the effort, âfuck yourself on it, bunny, fuck- thatâs rightâ
âso pretty on the end of mâcock like this- like you fuckin belong thereâ
the tips of his fingers bruising your hips as he bucks up into you, so close to emptying his balls into your tummy, âfuck- mâ close- yâwant daddy to breed you, bunny? tell me you want itâ
loves to see his pretty girl fall apart and go dumb for him, mascara streaming down your cheeks and lipgloss smeared around your mouth as you choke on his cock. his voice is deep and quiet, like he doesnât want to disrupt the perfect scene in front of him, âmaking me feel so good, baby, look so pretty with yâmouth fullâ big hands holding your head as he holds himself back from taking control and fucking your throat
always babies you after, wiping your face so softly with a makeup wipe to clean your drool and his cum from your lips. he puts one of his shirts onto you and likes to hold you on his lap as he draws on his ipad, feeling you wrap softly around his thick torso and bury your face into his chest. he cranes his neck down every two minutes to press his lips to yours, smiling into it when you let out sleepy moans
ummm i need rowoon fics STAT in desperate dire need of it (particularly smut) or iâll go crazy and write every single scenario in my head. the problem is, i canât do that right now i need to focus on getting my degree but this man is driving over the edge iâm about to hit the brink of my sanity and have a mental break down bc of him. SOMEONE HELP PLEASE send recs pls anything iâm begging on my hands and knees
junhui as your nerdy smart bf who tries his best to help you with your studies as much as he can, always supporting you in any way possible.
youâre sitting on his lap when heâs trying to explain a problem to you, holding your hand as he tries to help you the best he can. âjunâ ah!â you gasp when you feel his hands at your waistband, trying to pull it down. he doesnât say anything in response, just putting his glasses on the table. something about that makes the whole situation 10 times hotter. âi want you to try to do this problem by yourself, baby.â
you nod, taking your pencil in one hand. suddenly, you let out a shaky breath when you feel your waistband and panties pushed down. âletâs use the other method this time, okay?â junhui whispers in your ear, watching your every move, smiling when you whisper a little sorry. âdonât be, baby, i know you can do it.â you let out a shaky moan when his freezing cold fingers suddenly meet your burning clit, rubbing little circles on the bud. his actions cause you to squirm a little, letting out the little whimpery whiney moans junhui love so much. âfocus.â junhui warns, landing a harsh slap to your cunt. the sudden touch makes you flinch, moaning slightly when he uses his fingers to soothe your aching cunt, coating them in your juices.
âi-iâm trying,â you whimper, tears prickling at your eyes. junhui just coos at you softly, playing with your dripping pussy. âaw, dumb baby going to cry?â he mocks, pinching your clit on purpose. you feel so humiliated, trying to hide your face from junhui when the first tears fall. âah ah ah, donât hide from me, pretty girl.â
his hand is on your jawline, leaning in to press an open mouthed kiss to your lips. in the middle, he slaps your pussy again, making you moan loudly. itâs embarrassing that youâre already getting so wet from his words.
âdumb little baby canât even do a simple problem,â junhui coos, slipping a finger into your hole, lazily thrusting in and out. you whine from the sudden entrance, clenching around him helplessly. âyouâre so needy for me, so cute,â he chuckles, rubbing your clit with his other hand while he slips a second finger inside.
âso, so good,â you whimper, âso full.â your warm gummy walls feel so nice around junhui, he wants to split you open. he starts thrusting into you at a quicker pace, fingers curling right where you need them to and the wet sounds of his fingers entering your soaked sore surround the moan. they join your loud, whiney moansâ to be fair, junhuiâs playing with your clit as well.
âjun, please, iâm going to cum!â you whine out, squirming more as you feel you reach your climax. âyouâre so dumb itâs cute,â he mutters, âalright, baby, come apart on my fingers.â
you come all around him, squirting your juices everywhereâ coating your tummy, his hands.. itâs embarrassing. junhui slaps your pussy repeatedly as a way to help you ride out your orgasm, load slapping noises filling the room as he uses his hand to push your head towards him.
junhui kisses you again, this time softer and sweeter as your noses bump against one another. he wipes the tears off your cheek between kisses.
âthat was so hot, baby, canât believe i got you to squirt.â
member | childhood best friend! pastor's son!joshua x f reader
genre | angst, smut, some fluff, bible college au
word count | 10.3k (my first fic over 10k wowie!!)
synopsis | as kids growing up in the same church, you and joshua were inseperable, until you got to an age where it was considered immoral for girls and boys to be friends. when you find him again just before graduation, he's different than you remember; but so are you.
content warnings | female reader, she/her, reader is implied to be smaller (i'm sorry), discussion of gender roles & religion, no religion is mentioned by name but it's heavily implied to be a form of christianity, reader & shua are both seniors in college, reader wears skirts/dresses but not really by choice, this whole thing is pretty blasphemous oops
smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, virgin!joshua x virgin!reader, mutual masturbation, phone sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving), hints of a voice kink, size kink, praise, begging, really vanilla missionary but it's hot, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, angel)
notes | although i am no longer religious, this is partially based off of my own experiences with the extremely traditional christian church i was raised in. however, please keep in mind that this is fiction and does not reflect my beliefs nor joshua's beliefs so don't take the plot too seriously. this piece is not meant to discuss whether certain religions are "right" or "wrong" so please do not comment/send me asks trying to start a debate! we're all just here for a little sexy time with shua it's not that deep
note #2 | for those who aren't familiar, the title is the name of a hymn and i thought it was funny bc joshua big sexy arms hehehe
as far back as you could remember, joshua was your closest friend.
his father was the pastor of the church your family went to, and as luck would have it you were both in the same grade, so it wasnât long before you became inseparable. you saw him at minimum three times a week: sunday morning, sunday evening, wednesday evening.
you spent most of your childhood together. sitting next to each other at every service, sharing your bibles with each other whenever one of you left them at home, sneaking donuts away from the box at the table outside the sermon hall that was supposed to only be for the adults.
you did everything together, and told each other everything. that is, until you reached middle school. boys and girls werenât allowed to sit in the same services anymore, and you had to stay in separate buildings for every church camp and conference.Â
the worst part was you didnât even understand why. what did they think you were gonna do with him? kiss him? no amount of money in the world could get you to do that! joshua was your best friend. who else were you supposed to climb trees and build forts and sneak donuts with? kissing was stupid.
when you asked your mom about it, she told you the same thing everyone else did: about how men of god had a different path and needed to hear different messages in order to grow up to lead their own churches one day. you thought it was stupid. what if a woman wanted to lead a church, why are men the ones that have to do it? but she would just shake her head and tell you it's just the way things work in the church, you'll understand when you're older.
you were allowed near him less and less until the only time you were able to see him was at the after-service brunch with his family, and even then that began to happen less and less as the years went on.
and of course it was church rules, so there was no arguing with them because that would mean arguing with god, and who were you to question his authority? there would be no special exception for you, no matter how much you protested to your mom that you would never, ever think about joshua like that. in a fit of anger one day you blew up at her, shouting that she had had friends of the opposite gender when she was in high school, so why couldnât you? it wasnât fair. but she had just sighed and stared out the window, clearly ending the conversation. many years passed before she finally told you about her life before she came to church, recalling all the times she had been hurt by men she had loved and trusted. you understood then why she had wanted to keep you sheltered and safe, but you still didnât agree. but then again, if you had been allowed to do what you wanted then maybe things would never have ended up the way they did. perhaps you have her to thank.
back then, all you could do was hold on to the little time you had with him until eventually you stopped seeing him altogether.Â
more summers passed and you started spending all of your time memorizing bible verses with your fellow âwomen of christâ, missing the way you used to spend your time with your best friend.
but then you went off to bible college like had always been planned for you, and everything changed. instead of continuing to follow the strict schedule that was laid out for you, you finally got a little taste of freedom, and you realized what youâd been missing all this time. everything that youâd been taught was sinful, evil, wicked, was what brought you more pleasure than youâd ever known was possible.
you still had to pretend to be a good girl for the people around you, who, for reasons you couldnât comprehend, were still dedicated to their life of purity. or at least they acted like it. maybe everyone was secretly just like you, hiding their sins behind a friendly smile and a firm handshake every sunday morning.
you werenât hurting anyone with the things you did in private, and the feeling of rebellion was a kind of satisfaction you didnât know you were allowed to feel. you were an adult, making your own choices now and facing whatever consequences that came with them.
there was only one consequence. for some reason, all the impure thoughts you had always centered around joshua. no matter what dirty books you read or videos you watched, the man you always pictured giving it to you was joshua.
you hated that after all these years, everything still came back to him. you fought it, tried imagining actors or celebrities in his place instead; characters from your books and movies and shows, anyone but him. you wanted to save whatever memories you had left of him, think of him in a good light like you used to when you were younger, but the way he plagued your mind was worse than the ones in the book of exodus.
but now, in your final year of college, you thought you had finally gotten yourself under control.
that is, until you were leaving one of your bible lectures and all the control youâd convinced yourself that you had crumbled away in mere seconds when you saw a startlingly familiar face standing by the door. a face you hadnât seen in far too long.Â
âjoshua?â
âhey,â he says with a smile, like no time has passed at all. like itâs been hours since youâve seen each other, not years.Â
there are so many things you want to say, so many things you want to ask him, but youâre frozen in place. why is he here? where has he been? how did he find you again?
âitâs been a while,â he says with an awkward laugh when you donât say anything.
you nod, still in a daze. âyeah. quite a while.â
he smiles. âwell, anyway, iâve got a meeting to go to in a bit, but⌠i just wanted to see you.â
âoh,â you say. what else is there to say? what can you say to make up for the years lost that youâll never get back?
he looks at his watch, the conversation clearly coming to an end.
âcan i give you my phone number?â he says. a deep shade of pink creeps into his cheeks but he either doesnât notice or purposely doesnât acknowledge it. âmaybe we can talk sometime, catch up.â
âiâ yeah,â you manage. god, itâs so good seeing him again. âyeah, that would be really nice.â
youâve given up on homework for the night, spending your entire afternoon in a daze since you ran into joshua.
so many years, yet you still canât get his smile out of your head.
you close your eyes, hand dipping below the waistband of your pajama pants automatically. itâs frightening how easily youâre able to bring up a picture of him in your mind, so much clearer than before now that youâve seen what he looks like all grown up.
and grown up, he has. you had been too stunned to get a good look at him while he was in front of you, but the way heâd changed was immediately apparent and the image in your brain now feels almost unreal.Â
his hair was a little longer and a little darker, and he was much taller, with broad shoulders that looked way too perfect in a suit jacket. but his face hadnât changed a bit. maybe his jaw was a little bit sharper and his smile lines were a little bit deeper, but his eyes were the same ones you had always known.Â
your hand slips lower and lower until youâre gently running the tips of your fingers over the panel of your underwear covering your pussy, moaning quietly when you feel how wet you are already.
no wonder itâs been so hard for you to focus all day. youâve been too busy pushing away thoughts of joshua burying his fingers in your tight, wet cunt, cooing about how good youâre being for him and how long heâs waited for you.
automatically you feel your other hand grabbing for your phone, desperate to hear his voice again. you hadnât said more than a few sentences to him earlier, but you feel like youâll go crazy if you donât hear him while youâre in this state. so needy for him and only him, and he doesnât even know it.
your fingers shake as you press the buttons, knowing youâre about to get yourself into a whole world of trouble but not being able to stop yourself.
âhey.â he answers on the second ring. his tone is deep and husky, and your breath catches in your throat for a second, not used to hearing him talk like that; the last time you heard his voice was long before puberty, and youâre still navigating how to talk to this older, sexier joshua.
your first thought is to wonder if his morning voice sounds equally as sexy, but youâre immediately pushing it out of your head when you hear what sounds like him stifling a yawn.
âsorry, did i wake you? itâ itâs not important,â you start, ashamed of how needy you are that youâd call him in the middle of the damn night, unprovoked, like some kind of bible group booty call.
the regret is already starting to set in. he probably hasnât changed as much as you've built him up in your mind, probably still the obedient gentleman he was before. heâs probably already well on his way to being the head of a church, so of course he wouldnât be thinking about you like thatâ
âno. itâs fine,â he says, interrupting your thoughts. âalways have time for you, sweetheart. whatâs up?â
you shove down the butterflies that flutter up in your stomach at the name he calls you, a nickname he always called you when you were kids because he was taught it was always polite to talk sweet to a lady.Â
except it feels so much different now. talking sweet to a lady as kids was easy, innocent. but one wrong word now would completely change the meaning behind those pretty words of his, and you arenât sure how to feel about it.
âi⌠justâ itâs been so long, joshie,â you whisper, surprised at the sudden feeling of tears springing up behind your eyes. you didnât mean for this to happenâ you didnât mean for any of it to happen. not back then, and certainly not now.
he lets the line go quiet, finally sighing into the phone after a long pause. âi missed you⌠so much.â he murmurs your name, and the way the rumble in his voice goes straight through you immediately reminds you why you called him in the first place.
your free hand toys with the hem of your underwear again, fighting to keep down the whimper that threatens to escape you. âmissed you too,â you breathe out. god, you canât believe youâre doing this. but for the first time in years, the man youâve been picturing in your head is right here with you, fulfilling some of your fantasies that you never thought could ever come true.
somewhere deep in your stomach you feel guilty about it, getting off to the thought of him and he doesnât even know it. would he want to know? would he be okay with it? would he hate you forever if he knew?
he clears his throat, snapping you back to attention and you realize you mustâve been silent for a while, thinking.
âum, so, what are you doing?â you ask, trying to seem casual, but it comes out as anything but. nobody calls anyone this late at night and asks what theyâre doing without having a dirty reason for doing so.Â
all you can do is hope heâs either too innocent to pick up on it, or that he doesnât believe youâre the type of person who would call for something like that. you wonder if he still thinks of you as that perfect little obedient church girl he grew up with.
ânothing, justâworking on⌠stuff,â he replies awkwardly. clearly he doesnât want to go into detail about what heâs doing, and youâre already afraid youâve interrupted his sleep; youâre mentally kicking yourself for all the blunders youâve made, and you havenât even been on the phone for five minutes.
âwhat are you doing?â he asks back, and you freeze, trying to come up with some excuse, anything. fuck, think of something!
âh-homework,â you sputter out, attempting to hide your unconfident answer with a cough.
apparently it works, because he hums in response, the line falling quiet. you hear the rustling of papers on his end, and you press your fingers harder against your cunt, heartbeat racing in your ears.
your fingers brush against your clit a little rougher than you intend, and a little whine escapes your lips, catching you off guard. you slap a hand over your mouth, hoping it had been too quiet for him to hear and he hadnât been paying attention.
âare youâŚ?â he asks suddenly, and your cheeks flush, caught red-handed in your sinful act.
you clear your throat, praying (both metaphorically and literally) that he doesnât notice anything off about you. âam i what?â
his silence on the other end of the phone speaks volumes.
âjoshua, oh my god, no, iââ
âwhat did you just say?â
you freeze. âwhat⌠did i say?â
when he speaks again, his tone is even. âdonât you know itâs a sin to take the lordâs name in vain, sweetheart?â
that nickname again, and now you know heâs doing it on purpose. innocent, pretty words, completely changed in a split second.
you let out a short laugh, scrambling to find a cover. âmustâve forgot then.â
he hums. âi remember you spent a whole month trying to memorize the ten commandments. we mustâve been what, eight or nine? you wouldnât have forgotten. i may not have seen you since we were kids, but iâve still known you most of my life.â
âit was an accident, you know how it is. just slips out. of course i remember them all.â
he tsks, and it feels like your heart stops. âdid you forget that lying is a sin, too? youâre two for two now, wanna try for a third?â
damn him! damn his good memory and damn his stupid witty comebacks and damn the way he so quickly manages to unravel you.
you scowl and donât respond to his question, your silence enough of an answer for joshua to know heâs right.
âwhy did you call me tonight?â he asks calmly.
you answer truthfully this time. âjust wanted to hear your voice again. i really did miss you.â
the phone goes quiet again, and for a second youâre afraid heâs hung up, but then you hear him exhale. âitâs late. what are you doing?â
âiâm in bed, josh. donât worry, father, iâm not staying up past my bedtime.â
he chooses to ignore your remark. âin bed doing what?â
you give him a half-suppressed laugh. âin bed laying down. what else would i be doing?â
âwell, with the way you were trying to hide your moans earlier, i wouldâve figured you were doing something more exciting. but if youâre just laying down, then i don't want to keep you long, might as well hang upâŚâ
âno!â you squeak out, cutting him off. you swallow, trying to collect yourself as you repeat the word. âno. fine, whatever, you caught me. butâ please, stay.â you can hear the plea in your voice and you know you should be embarrassed at how pathetic you sound, but you aren't. the only thing you can think about is joshua, joshua, joshua, and how good it feels to talk to him again.
âiâm here,â he says softly, and you let your eyes close with a sigh, relieved heâs not going to chastise you. but as much as youâve both changed as you grew up, deep down you knew he wouldnât. you figure you could do just about anything and he wouldnât try to tell you what to do. heâd always been like that, and itâs what youâd loved about him; he never tried to control you or shame you for not acting like the perfect little angel everybody wanted you to be.Â
you couldnât say the same about others in the church. maybe thatâs why youâd started to drift away from them and why joshuaâs friendship coming to an end had left you so devastated. he had been the one and only person you could always count on, and they had not.
âare you still there?â he asks gently, and you realize youâve been quiet for too long thinking.
âyeah,â you say finally.
âare you still touching yourself?â
you pause, stifling a gasp, taken aback by his forwardness. hearing him say it out loud made everything seem so real, the realization setting in about what youâre actually doing. ânâ no.â
and itâs true. your hand has long since dropped away from your pajama pants, too nervous about being discovered to continue.
âwell, why not?â he says. âdonât stop on my account.â
your mouth falls open. âiââ
âclearly you wanted something from me when you called. what is it, sweetheart? i canât help you if i donât know what it is you want.â
your brain practically short circuits at that, and it takes a very long minute for you to collect your thoughts into a coherent sentence. you want a lot of things, but you donât know whatâs okay to say or not or if he even wants to keep going. which is a silly thought, because he wouldnât have asked if he didnât want to know. it dawns on you that maybe⌠maybe heâs curious, maybe heâs thinking about you, too.
âwhat kind of help?â you ask, still testing the waters. you think you have an idea of what he means, but you ask anyway. youâve never done anything like this with anyone else, only by yourself; not because you didnât want to, but because you didnât want it to be with someone who wasnât joshua.
âyou said you wanted to hear my voice,â he says, and you swear his tone has dropped an octave. âthen let me talk to you.â
you whine a little, still holding back but not putting in as much effort to hide it. âmâkay.â
âwould it make you feel better if i told you iâm hard right now?â
you suck in a breath. âyeah?â
âyeah,â he says. âjust thinking about you.â
you feel a rush of emotion at his admittance. pride? satisfaction? whatever it is, it makes your cunt throb, knowing that just the thought of you can get him going.
finally you dare to slide your hand down your pants again, unsurprised when you find your underwear sticking to you with how wet you are. youâre soaking, and you havenât even done anything yet.
âhold on,â you manage, putting the call on speaker as you set your phone on the table beside your bed, scrambling to shove your pants and ruined panties off and onto the floor.
once free, you pick up your phone and turn off the speaker, holding it to your ear with shaky hands.
âall ready now?â he asks softly, and it reminds you of what he used to say before youâd play pretend games together. always making sure you were ready. he was hot back then, too, and you mentally curse yourself for never realizing it sooner.
you hum. âmhm. comfortable.â
âgood,â he says, and you can almost hear him smiling. âgo ahead and do whatever youâd like. but i want you to tell me what youâre thinking about right now.â
you squirm a little on the bed as you start to circle your clit with your fingers. âthinking about you, joshua,â you sigh, finally beginning to feel relief.
âyeah?â
âyeah. you look even better than i thought you would,â you groan, picking up your pace a little as you slip your index finger inside your walls.
he chuckles. âoh, really?â
âmhm. god, i never thought iâd be doing this. especially not with you.â
âand why is that, baby?â
the name makes you shiver. youâd imagined him calling you it many times, but hearing him actually say it is completely different.
âbecauseââ you whimper, losing your train of thought when your brain suddenly pictures his fingers inside you instead of your own. âiâm so close already, pleaseââ
his tone is gentle but firm. âi want you to stop now.â
âbutâ ah, feels so good, shua,â you say, moans spilling out of you, finally letting him hear everything youâve been holding back.
you hear him curse in that low voice through the phone, and your hand stills for a split second in shock, your eyes widening. as far as you knew, he never swore. but then again, there were a lot of things he never did that you're discovering about him now. looks like you werenât the only one who changed over the years.
âthatâs not my name.â
you sit up a little in confusion, pushing your phone closer to your ear to make sure youâre hearing him right. âhuh?â
âmy name is joshua. if youâre gonna moan like a sinner about how good it feels when i tell you how to touch yourself, you better use my name properly.â he sounds almost angry, but it only spurs you on even further.
you let his words sink for a second before responding. âyes, sir.â
âfuck,â he moans, he actually moans, and if you werenât already so far gone you wouldâve stopped to listen closer, to ingrain the noise in your brain so you never again forget how he sounds. âwhat did i just tell you?â
âwhat, you donât like being called âsirâ? thought you wanted to be a pastor, joshua,â you say with a smirk, and you know he hears the mischief in your voice, daring him to give you what you want.
itâs probably a good thing heâs not physically in the room with you, because there's no way you would have been able to muster up the courage to say something like that to his face. you wouldnât have dared to even look him in the eyes, but being on the phone gives you a head rush. because with only his voice and not seeing his face, you can convince yourself that he still isnât real, that this whole phone call and even your meeting earlier had just been an elaborate figment of your horny imagination, your denial being the only thing saving your last shred of dignity.
âdidnât realize youâd grow up to be even more of a brat than you were before,â he scoffs, and your cunt pulses.Â
âwhat are you doing right now?â you say, a little desperately. the change of subject isnât very subtle but you donât care. you wonât lie, youâve been curious since the start of what heâs doing but heâs been so focused on you he hasnât said anything about himself. you want to know everything about himâ how heâs moving his hands, where he puts pressure, what he thinks about to get himself closer and closer.
he grunts unceremoniously. âiâm fucking my hand and pretending itâs you.â
âme too,â you whimper, closing your eyes as you focus on the movement of your fingers.
after a while he stops responding, and you can hear his heavy breaths over the line matching with your own gasps for air as you curl your fingers inside of you. you figure he must be getting close, but you ask him anyway, because you want to hear him say it.
âyeahâ fuck, so close,â he chokes out, and the way his voice gets higher as he lets out a whimper is what finally makes you come undone.
with a moan of his nameâhis full nameâyou cum, clenching around your fingers as you struggle to keep your hand moving. your wrist is starting to cramp up a little from the position youâve been in, but the pleasure coursing through you is more than worth it. itâs almost dizzying, more powerful than any orgasm youâve had before and when you finally remove your fingers from your aching cunt your head is spinning and your heart is pounding.
you can hear a muffled string of curses through the phone and you know heâs right behind you. thoughts of him sitting on his bed run rampant in your head, imagining his stomach covered in milky cum and his pretty, pretty lips parted as he catches his breath.
the silence is heavy as you feel yourself come back down from your high. you struggle to find something to say after⌠whatever that just was, so you say the only thing thatâs on your mind.
âi really did miss you, joshua,â you say quietly. unlike before, thereâs not a hint of teasing in the way you say his name now.
and he sighs contentedly, finally hearing his name on your lips like he always wanted to. âi know. i missed you too.â
you both say your goodbyes and good nights quickly, still basking in enough of the remnants of your orgasms to not be too awkward about it. but after youâre settled in bed (for real, this time) and about to fall asleep, you canât help but wonder if things between you and joshua will ever be anything but awkward.
a memory surfaces: you and joshua running around at the park behind the church after a sunday evening service, no older than kindergarteners, laughing and playing until you collapse on the grass. your mom called for you both to get ready to go home, and no youâre not allowed to have a sleepover because itâs a school night but maybe this weekend if his mom is okay with it. before you ran off, he thrust his pinky out towards you and you shook on it, making a pact to always be best friends, even when you canât have sleepovers. it didnât ever occur to either of you that there might come a day where you wouldnât be best friends.
you donât remember what prompted him to make the pinky promise, but you know heâs never broken it. and you can only hope that he hasnât forgotten it.
itâs a few days later at one of your bible study groups when you see him next, and yet again youâre caught off-guard like a deer in headlights.
youâre sitting with a group of other ladies, annotating material for a test you couldnât care less about when you hear your name called outâ a familiar deep voice you can only pray doesnât belong to who you think it belongs to.
oh, but it does belong to him, alright. it feels like youâve gotten the wind knocked out of you when you turn around and see joshua standing behind you, a warm smile on his face that makes you doubt anything ever happened. maybe it really was all just a delirious dream, too many years of yearning built up into one intense wet dream.
he puts a hand on your shoulder lightly, turning you away from the rest of the ladies. âhey, can we talk somewhere?â
and oh shit it was definitely not a dream.
your cheeks burn as you excuse yourself from the table, packing up your bible and pens and shoving everything in your bag as quickly as you can. you can almost hear the snickering already, the gossips whispering to each other that you must have done something unspeakable if the top-student, pastorâs son, joshua hong has to speak with you privately. ah, if only they knew.
you only wish you could go back there and wipe the smirks off of all their faces and tell them about what the perfect little gentlemen they all pretend they donât have crushes on was doing on the phone with you last night. you wouldnât do that, not in a million years, but just the thought of it is satisfaction enough.Â
joshua leads you down the hall to a room that looks like an empty office. he opens the door for you, then closes it softly behind you.
âwhose is this?â you ask, glancing around the room.Â
âitâs⌠mine,â he says almost shyly, gesturing idly to a little engraved nameplate on the desk. joshua hong, pastorâs assistant. because of fucking course he would be.
âoh.â
he clears his throat, and in that moment you realize heâs just as nervous as you are. âlistenâŚâ he starts, taking a pause. âabout the other nightââ
âare you gonna kick me out?â you interrupt.
his brows knit together in confusion. âwhat?â
âare you gonna expel me?â
âno?â he says, still looking at you, baffled. âwhy would i do that? i donât even think i have the power to, even if i wanted. which, for the record, i donât.â
you donât reply, focusing your gaze on the carpet instead.
he frowns. âis that really how you think of me? that i just go around tattling to my dad? from that⌠conversation, i thought it was clear iâm not like that anymore.â
the tips of your ears are burning at the memory of all the things you said to each other over the phone. but it never occurred to you that maybe he was just as sinful as you had been.
you stay quiet, the silence stretching on as shame and embarrassment and a hundred other emotions swirl in your mind and you struggle to figure out what to say.
luckily for you he fills the silence himself. he exhales, looking down at a stack of papers on the desk. âgod, you⌠you donât know how much i missed you. i thought about you all the time.â
âso did i,â you manage to whisper. âin more ways than you know.â
he gives you a teasing smile. âoh, i have a feeling i do know.â
you hold back a cough and look away, focusing your attention on a painting of flowers on the wall. âi donât know what youâre talking about.â
âif thatâs how you wanna play this, fine.â
your curiosity piques, and you look back at him. he motions to the seat in front of the desk, wordlessly asking you to sit. hesitantly you do, and he starts to sit down at the swivel chair behind the desk, but you clear your throat and he glances up.
âcanâ can you not sit over there?â you ask softly. âfeels like iâm being scolded.â
his expression softens a little, and he rolls the chair back into place, opting to sit next to you instead. âof course.â
except maybe you shouldnât have asked him to do that, because now heâs sitting toe to toe with you and the closeness is overwhelming. at least on the other side of the desk there was enough distance for you to shrink and hide behind, but here, sitting like this, he can see all of you. and you donât particularly want to be seen right now.
the tension is palpable as he takes his seat, still watching you. you take the moment to study his features: the slope of his nose and the gentle curve of his lips, the way the light catches on his long eyelashes and the way his broad shoulders look in that perfectly tailored sunday morning service suit.
âi always liked you,â he starts, and your gaze shoots up to his eyes. you open your mouth to ask something, but he shakes his head and you immediately fall silent, letting him finish. âi was almost glad when they made us go to different sunday school classes, because i wouldnât have to sit there and pretend i didnât have the craziest crush on you.â
âjoshua, iââ you trail off, not even knowing what to say.
he pauses, as if debating his next words. âand i know itâs wrong, but i couldnât get you out of my head when i⌠yâknow.â his cheeks are flushed but he doesnât look away from you, eyes searching your own for any hesitance or any sign that you donât want this.
itâs then that you realize that the boldness you had felt hiding behind your phone, he had felt it too. saying words alone in your room at night was easy. sitting in public, in the daylight, and saying those same words to his face was so much scarier. and knowing that youâre both feeling awkward and shy and a little uncertain of how to talk about it gives you the confidence to keep going.
âwhen you would what?â you pry. you already know the answer but you want to hear it come out of his mouth anyway. youâve already heard him say it, but something about sitting in his office, in a church, speaking such filth ignites a spark in you thatâs completely different from the spark you felt a few nights ago.
he clears his throat and looks you in the eye, maybe gaining a little bit of that confidence, too. âwhen i would jerk off i would always wish it was your sweet little mouth instead of my own hand.â
you inhale sharply, and thatâs when he finally breaks eye contact, his guilt-ridden gaze shifting to the wall behind you as his cheeks burn redder. âi didnât feel good about it. felt like i was doing it without your permission, and i didnât want that. iââ
âyes,â you say hurriedly.
he stops short at your interruption, instantly looking back at you. âyesâŚ?â
âyes, you have my permission. whatever you want, joshua, always.â
his eyes narrow, almost imperceptibly, but you recognize it. even after all these years, after so much has changed, you still know his tells. you wonder if he still knows yours.
he murmurs your name in response, almost like a warning. âdonât say stuff like that,â he says, letting out a shaky breath.
âwhy not?â you ask, feigning innocence. but you know exactly what youâre doing, and you know exactly how you affect him: the same way he affects you.
he looks up at you. âyou really are just as much of a brat as you were back then, arenât you?â he says with just a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
âwhy donât you find out?â
he groans, leaning back in his chair. âdo you know how long iâve wanted to kiss you?â he says finally.
âprobably just as long as iâve wanted to kiss you,â you counter, and he raises an eyebrow.
you both stand up at the same moment, closing the distance in less than a second.Â
you stare at his chest in front of you to avoid his eyes, until he brings up a hand and gently tilts your chin, forcing you to look at him.
âareâ you gonna get in trouble?â you breathe, heartbeat pounding in your ears as you stare at his perfect, perfect lips.
he hums, and it sends a shiver down your spine at the close proximity. âare you still giving me permission?â he asks, and you quickly shake your head yes.Â
âalways.â
he smooths his thumb across your cheek. âthen i wonât be in any trouble at all."
and then his hand moves to hold the back of your neck and he's tilting his head and bringing his lips towards yours and then finally, after years of dreaming about it and even more years of denying it, you're finally kissing joshua and there's so many things happening at once that you can't seem to focus on anything because your mind is so full of everything and nothing and joshua and it all just feels so right.
youâre melting in his arms and falling into his touch and enjoying every fucking second of it. your heart speeds up when his hands slide behind your back, wrapping around your body to pull you closer to him, pressed chest to chest.
he pulls away to kiss you again, and again, and again, and you decide youâd be content to be like this forever, standing in his office in the church building making out like youâre the only two people on earth.Â
but finally his lips leave yours, and he takes a tiny step backwards, heaving out a shaky breath as he looks you in the eyes. âwhat are we gonna do now?â
your heart plummets, doubts racing through your mind. did he not like it? does he not like you? did you really just ruin everything? why did he stop? why did he ask thatâ
but all your questions are answered in an instant when he coughs and you look down, finally noticing the prominent bulge in his dress pants. oh. that.
when you look back up at him his cheeks are flushed bright red, and he immediately begins to apologize.
âshua,â you call out to him, repeating his name the way you know he likes. âjoshua. donât worry about it. itâs fine.â
in fact, you find it incredibly flattering, that just a few kisses and gentle touches could get him this worked up. maybe it really has been you all along.
with a surge of confidence, you step back towards him, wrapping your arms around him and leaning to kiss him. âare you busy today?â you murmur, your cheek brushing against his.
he shudders, hands automatically finding your waist and pushing your hips against his own. âno. are you?â
you sigh, kissing the corner of his mouth. ânot anymore.â
âfuck,â he curses, his grip on your body tightening âyou really want toâŚ?â he asks, almost shyly, as if heâs in denial this is really happening.
âabsolutely,â you say, and youâve never meant anything more in your life.
in a second heâs got you shoved against his desk, sending papers flying to the floor as he lifts you by your ass to sit you down on top of it. your kisses turn rougher and needier, your hands grabbing at anything you can reach to ground yourself: his hair, his shoulders, his back.
finally he breaks free, dropping to his knees in front of the desk. âplease, let me eat you out.â
you moan out loud, probably too loudly for the thin walls of the office. but the visual of him on his knees to do anything other than pray drives you mad, and you need more of him, desperately. âjoshua, please.â
he pushes your skirt up your thighs, moving it out of his way so he can stare eye to eye with your pussy. you whimper and instinctively try to hide your face in embarrassment, but something tells you he wouldnât like that, so you resist, keeping your hands firmly planted on the edge of the desk.
âfuck, youâre soaking,â he says, his voice broken. âyouâre so perfect.â
his hands reach up to tug at the hem of your underwear, and he looks up at you, silently asking for permission to continue. you nod eagerly, lifting your hips off the desk so he can slide them off of you, revealing your glistening entrance.
he whines at the sight, pretty lips parted in shock? awe? as if he canât wait to taste you. he pushes his face into your pussy, gently at first, but when you moan and bring your hand up to his hair he dives deeper.
the moment he attaches his mouth to your clit, you jump, gasping as you try to shut your legs around his head but his large hands keep you held open. his tongue explores every inch of you, moving back and forth, up and down, mapping out your cunt with his mouth.Â
âfuck, never dreamed youâd taste so good,â he sighs against your pussy, leaning away to take a breath after what feels like forever.
your legs are shaking and your cunt is throbbing as you also try to catch your breath. youâre not used to being touched like this and youâre definitely not used to being touched by joshua. so many thoughts running through your head and not a single one of them coherent enough to put into words. all you can do is weakly whine out joshuaâs name and tug on his hair, pleading for him to keep going. you need release, and you donât want it from anyone but him.
he stands up, his pants wrinkled from kneeling on the floor but still tented with a bulge so uncomfortably large you feel dizzy just thinking about it. you donât even know if heâs going to fuck you or even if he wants to, but god you want to see his cock so bad. too many restless nights spent thinking about it, and now you might finally have the chance to see it in front of your face.
your mouth waters at the thought, and you start to slide off the desk, but joshua stops you. âwhat are youâŚ?â
you look up at him, eyes blown wide with lust and you donât even attempt to hide your eagerness. âplease let me suck your dick. joshua, please.â
he whines, running a hand through his hair. âgod, i want that so bad, but⌠i donât think i can last if you do, and i was really hoping to fuck you.â
you close your eyes and roll your head back, moaning at his vulgar confession. but he sighs, and he sounds almost defeated, and you look back at him quickly, afraid heâs suddenly changed his mind.
âiâm notâprepared,â he admits, and you tilt your head in confusion before it sinks in what he means.
âah. donât suppose you would have any condoms lying around, would you, mr. pastorâs assistant?â you ask playfully, and he shoots you a glare.
âbrat,â he mutters under his breath, but you hear it, and your walls clench in response. âno, i donât have any. not interested in anybody else, so⌠no reason to.â he looks like he has more to say, more serious things to say, but he keeps his mouth shut, his eyes searching your face nervously.
your stomach flips at his words, feeling your cheeks heating up. you hadnât thought you would ever get this far, and especially not with him. because of the kind of school you were at, it wasnât like the people here were doing the kind of things youâve been doingâat least not publicly. even if youâd wanted to hook up with somebody (which you didnât), everyone in your vicinity would shame you for even bringing it up. you may have experience with yourself, but anything with anyone else is completely new territory for you.
you fall silent, not sure how to continue the conversation as all your newfound confidence begins to crumble. what were you thinking? caught up in the heat of the moment, saying things you werenât sure you meant. you were in love with him: that much you were sure of. but everything that comes after that is too new, too scary, at least for right now. you can barely even comprehend that he just went down on you, but you know you enjoyed it and honestly, youâd give anything for him to do it again. but thereâs too much going on inside your head for you to even begin to process that right now.
he calls your name and you blink, looking back at him anxiously. âwe⌠donât have to. right now, or even at all,â he says gently. the tips of his ears are burning red but his voice is calm and steady.
âjoshua, i want to,â you start, clasping your hands tightly together in your lap to give you something to focus on other than the way heâs watching you so intently. âbut iâ donât know how.â
âneither do i, baby,â he says. the nickname makes you shiver; even though itâs not the first time heâs called you that, especially after the other night, youâre still not used to it. but somehow itâs comforting, and it makes you relax knowing that heâs still the same person you grew up with, the same person that knows almost everything about you. youâve both changed so much, but deep down you havenât changed at all.
he pauses when you donât say anything back. âweâll wait, then,â he says and wraps his arms around you, lightly at first but then squeezing when you donât try to pull away. âwe have all the time in the world. no need to rush.â
âwe⌠do?â your voice is laced with uncertainty.
he smiles. âof course. i let you go once already, iâm not letting it happen again. never again.â
you turn your head away from him and hide your face, flustered by how sincere he sounds. he hums, and you can hear the pout in his tone so you fight your embarrassment and turn back towards him to ask the question thatâs been weighing on your mind since you first saw him days ago. âthis is gonna sound so stupid, but⌠shua, what are we?â
first you were childhood friends, you were best friends, and then you were nothing. right place, wrong time? and then you were⌠doing something on the phone together, whatever you could call that. and now you were just sitting on top of his desk, sweating from having almost had sex. how do you even begin to put a label on this?
âwell, iâd like to be yours,â he says shyly, and just like that all your questions are answered with six small words. you realize it doesnât matter what label you have; as long as you have him, thatâs all that matters.
âyes,â you breathe, lifting your eyes to finally meet his and you see all the love in his eyes threatening to spill over.
he reaches up to brush a piece of your hair out of your face. âiâm just glad i finally have you back,â he says with a soft smile as he watches you. âweâll go slow, weâll waitâ whatever you want. whatever it takes not to lose you again.â
you bury your face in his chest with a whine. youâre hiding again, but even the uncomfortable scratchiness of his dress shirt canât pull you away from him.
âbesides, i donât want our first time together to be in my stupid little office,â he chuckles and holds you tighter against him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head that makes your heart flutter. âyou deserve better than that.â
you stay there for a long moment, hugging him like it's the last time you'll ever see him. but this time you know it won't be the last. it's the first, the first of hopefully many, many more.
when you feel like you've been standing there too long, you clear your throat and lean your head back to look at him. "so, um⌠now what?"
he pauses, those pretty lips turned up in a smile. "do you have plans for lunch?"
"no, i just had that study group you pulled me from. i'm free for the rest of the day."
his smile widens. "perfect. you still like grilled cheese, or did you grow out of that, too?"
you laugh, putting your chin on his shoulder as you hug him. "i haven't changed that much, shua."
after taking a while to collect yourselves (waiting for his erection to go back down so you can leave together without looking suspicious), you walk out of joshuaâs office the happiest you've felt in years.
he'd wanted to hold your hand, too, but you were still anxious about anyone seeing you together that you'd refused him until you made it to his car. you were probably just being paranoid and no one would care about two responsible adults talking to each other, but all the time you'd spent hiding from your peers had put you on edge.
so, it wasn't until you were safely out of the church parking lot and in the driveway of his apartment complex that you let him touch you, kissing you over the cupholders with his hands gently holding your neck.
it took everything in you not to climb over the center console and sit on his lap in the driver's seat and kiss him as hard and as deeply as you really wanted, but you knew once you started you wouldn't be able to stop. and besides, he still didn't have any condoms. it didn't bother you either way, since you'd been taking birth control since high school to help with your periods, but if it was what he wanted you'd be more than fine with it.
you don't know what you'd been expecting the inside his apartment to look like; probably some tacky cross-stitch bible verses or a wooden cross hanging on the wall, but his apartment just looked like⌠a normal apartment. a very clean apartment, actually, though you weren't surprised. he'd always been a neat, organized kid, and it looked like that was one thing he hadn't grow out of.
you watch as he puts his keys on a hook by the door, following him into the kitchen and sitting at one of the chairs.
he grins at you as he opens his refrigerator, pulling out the ingredients for your lunch before taking out a pan.
"shuaâŚ" you interrupt him, standing up and walking towards him slowly. "you're notâ really thinking about grilled cheese sandwiches right now, are you?"
he hums, eyes following your every movement as the pan sits cold and abandoned on the stove. "there are⌠other things on my mind, yeah."
"so why are you still trying to make grilled cheese sandwiches?"
by now you're close enough to stand toe to toe with him, and you're sure he can feel the heat radiating off your body when he wraps his hands around your waist, backing you against the kitchen counter. "because i wanna make you lunch. maybe i just wanna spoil my girl a little bit."
a shiver runs down your spine at the new name he calls you. never in a million years did you think this is where you'd end up.
"i think you have all the time in the world to spoil me later, joshua," you mumble, leaning in closer and closer until your lips touch.
in a flash he's hoisting you up and sitting you on the counter. his mouth never leaves yours as you slide your legs around his hips to drag him closer, kisses growing deeper and more desperate now that you can finally be alone together.
his hands slide down your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt and only breaking apart for a second to slide it over your head before his lips are crashing against yours again.Â
your hands find his hips, experimentally tugging on his belt to see his reaction. immediately he pulls away from you,Â
cheeks flushed and breathing heavily. "sweetheart, i still don't have any condoms. if you really want to now, then we gotta run to the store first."
âiâm on the pill,â you burst out, hoping he gets the message. maybe he has some other reason for wanting to, but you're too impatient to wait for who knows how long it'll take to go to the store, and you don't think you'll be able to keep your hands off him for that long. you don't think you'll be able to keep your hands off of him for even a few seconds.
his face goes blank as he processes your words, struggling to understand if youâre saying what he thinks youâre saying. âyouâd let meâŚ?â
you grab onto his arms, a desperate attempt to pull him closer, to feel more of him. âraw, yes, joshua. justâplease, i need you,â you beg him, cunt throbbing with neglect as you wait for him to answer.Â
he buries his face in your shoulder with a groan, gripping his hands underneath your thighs and sliding you off the counter.
with a shriek you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he starts to walk out of the kitchen carrying you. "joshua! what the hell are you doing?"
his face is still pressed against your shoulder, and you can feel his lips tickling your bare skin as he speaks. "i'll fuck you on my kitchen counter any day of the week, baby, but i want to have you for the first time in my bed, please?"
his voice is low and whiny, just as desperate for you as you are for him and it makes you moan with excitement.Â
he finds his way into his room, stumbling a little when he accidentally runs you into the wall instead of through the doorway, but you just giggle and kiss him harder until he finally drops you on his bed, immediately unbuttoning his shirt.
you run your hands along his chest as he leans over you, feeling the toned muscle that feels almost wrong to be seeing. his physical changes are much more obvious to you now that he's like this, and you know the image will fuel your fantasies for weeks.
your hands move to his belt again and this time he allows it, letting you unbuckle it and toss it away before slowly lowering the zipper. he's already hard again, and your heart races when you put a little bit of pressure on the seam and he lets out a guttural groan in response.
his arms flex as he reaches down to slide your skirt off, and you help him and kick the fabric away, leaving both of you in nothing but your underwear.
joshua pauses, letting his gaze wander your body as you look away shyly. he hums and you look back at him in confusion. "don't hide from me, sweetheart, please," he says, but it comes out more like a whine; not like he's asking, but like he's begging. it's honestly the hottest thing you've ever heard, and even with your nerves he makes it hard to resist.
"dreamt about this for fucking years. years," he moans as he leans over to kiss your chest, reaching behind your body to undo your bra and let it fall away. you whimper when he brings his hands up to cup your breasts, wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples as he starts to slowly grind against your clothed pussy. you can already feel yourself soaking through your panties, and you're sure he can feel it, too.
his hands are like nothing you've ever felt, and you roll your head back against his pillows, arching into him as he massages your breasts with his large hands. you'd noticed them before, but you hadn't realized just how big they were until they were on top of you and made your body seem almost tiny beneath his massive palms.
"shuaâŚ" you breathe, tentative hands reaching up to touch his shoulders.
he looks up at you, mouth covered in spit. "yes, angel?"
you whimper at the nickname. no angel you'd ever learned about in sunday school had acted like you are right now, begging a man to fuck you. and on top of that it was before marriage, too; surely if there was a god they would be extremely disappointed in you. but right now you didn't care if the entire universe was disappointed in you, as long as joshua hong wasn't.
it takes you a few more seconds to build up your courage, but finally you open your mouth and tell him, "joshua, pleaseâ fuck me."
he slides forward to kiss you again, before sitting back and repositioning himself between your legs. "anything you want, sweetheart."
he lines his cock up at your entrance, and just before you think he's about to push into you, he looks up at you instead.Â
"i love you, so much," he says, and you have to fight the urge to hide your face as you grin and giggle like a fucking schoolgirl; like the past version of you would have, if she'd had any sense and figured everything out sooner.
and, like always, he asks, "ready?", and you nod, and it's better than you could've ever imagined.
the whines that leave his mouth drive you close to the edge already as he begins to thrust into you, slowly, gently, just a little bit at a time but it still leaves you gasping from his size.
he keeps moving at a snail's pace until you reach up, fumbling to grab at his bicep as tears nearly spill out of your eyes and beg him, "joshua, more, please."
he leans over you, pressing his body flat against yours as he starts to rock his hips faster, and you cry out from so much pleasure and so much emotion hitting all at once.
"wanted you so fucking bad, for so long, and now you're finally here," he whispers, his thrusts never faltering despite how close in proximity he is to your face.
you whine as your hands claw at his back, digging in as you struggle to hold on and he curses again, pushing into you harder.
"you said i was better than you imagined," he groans, one hand coming up to caress your cheek. "but you're even better than i imagined. you're a fucking angel, so fucking beautiful."
you gasp his name, falling into your orgasm from his words alone as you clench impossibly tight around him. you always thought of him as the nice kid, the rule follower, but here he is, fucking you through the hardest orgasm of your life and saying such filthy things in between praises and compliments.
"jo-oshua, please!" is all you can manage, still struggling to recover before he crests into his own high with a whimper. his eyes scrunch up as he releases inside you, eyelashes fluttering and sweat dripping down his temples, and you think it's the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.Â
a constant stream of curses fall from his lips and you swallow them with yours, kissing him as if you're afraid he might disappear into thin air if you don't hold onto him tight enough.
his breaths are shallow when his mouth falls away from you, resting his forehead on your shoulder with a long exhale.
"godâŚ" he starts, then stops and laughs, and you have to tug on his hair to make him face you again.
"what are you laughing at?" you say, cheeks growing hot when he looks at you with droopy, hooded eyes and a lopsided smile.
"nothing," he laughs. "just god. what a funny word."
"and why is that, baby?" you say as you try to hold back a smile, testing out the nickname.
he grins. "because it gave me you. or maybe it didn't. who knows?"
you finally laugh along with him, remembering what he'd said to you on the phone that feels like years ago. "donât you know itâs a sin to take the lordâs name in vain, sweetheart?â
the church is humming with activity as you make your way to the front pew, carrying two donuts in your hand. people greet you as they mingle about the hall, talking and laughing. some wave excitedly when they see you, others simply smile and offer their hand for you to shake with a friendly âgood morning and god bless!â
being a pastorâs wife isnât something you ever imagined yourself doing, but then again, a lot of things in your life you never imagined doing. you never imagined seeing joshua again, and you never imagined marrying him, either. you certainly didnât imagine taking over your father-in-lawâs church when he retired and decided it was time for joshua to take his place as head of the church. you always knew he would someday, whether he wanted to or not, but youâd be happy to spend the rest of your life by his side no matter where he was or what job he had.
youâd been almost nervous when you decided it was finally time to tell your parents you had been seeing each other, but to your surprise they had been overjoyed at the news. both his family and yours were âjust so glad when it happened to be you!â, saying things like âweâd always known it would happen, back since you were children!â, and âso when are we going to get some beautiful little grandchildren to take to sunday school!â
it had been five long and happy years since that very first phone call, and every minute you spend with joshua has been the best of your life.
you walk up the steps to the stage where your husband is waiting, flipping through his notes for the morningâs sermon. you hand him his donut with a grin, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. he smirks at you, imperceptible to everyone else but you can tell what it truly means.
everybody in the congregation always talks youâre the perfect example of a happy, god-loving couple. such nice looking people, so well put together. but behind closed doors, theyâd be horrified by the things you say and do together. wolf in sheepâs clothing, as is your husbandâs favorite parable to preach.
itâs not the life you imagined, but itâs perfect to you and him.
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GENRE(S): smut, fluff, rivals to lovers, college au
SUMMARY: you wish jeon wonwoo would sometimes act like an insufferable prick instead of the perfect guy, because then you wouldn't have to feel your head spinning each time he looks at you.
WARNINGS: SMUT [unprotected sex, fingering, use of petnames (baby, good girl), praise, some degradation, sex in an empty classroom] wonwoo is so in love
Class discussions where both Wonwoo and you are involved never end well.Â
Partly, itâs because none of you possess the ability of backing down from a fight, but mostly itâs because of Wonwooâs annoying tendencies of having read all the books in the world, which allows him to criticize every word that comes out of your mouth.Â
Which again leaves you with no choice but to get angry and argue even more vividly â though Soonyoung claims thatâs just your own stubbornness making matters worse.Â
He doesnât get it, though. The desire to beat Wonwoo at his own game each time he opens his mouth. Itâs something you canât entirely explain, but it keeps you grounded, and so you donât question it too much. The adrenaline that comes along with it is enough for you.Â
And thatâs exactly what keeps you going today â Wonwooâs annoying takes on social anthropology.
âI just donât think cultural differences are the root of conflicts.â
He says this and shrugs, eyes subconsciously drifting to the side to look at you. As expected, youâre already raising your hand to comment on his statement and he has to fight the urge to smile. Despite coming in tired, eyes drooping, youâre eager to partake in a discussion with him. Always. Itâs a little too reassuring to think about, so he stops, and instead focuses on what youâre saying.Â
âThatâs a baseless claim to make,â you scoff, and again, he feels his lip twitch, almost forming a smile. âOf course they are. No differences means nothing to fight about.â
âYes, in theory,â he says, and his eyes crinkle with the smile he offers you. A smile you canât seem to tell if is cocky or genuine. âBut cultural differences aren't everything. If we donât have culture, people will still form opinions. And those opinions will still become the roots of conflicts.â
With those words, he crosses his arms over his chest, his elbow bumping into you.Â
Youâre not sure who came up with the idea of the two of you sitting together in the classroom, but moments like these make you want to find that person and rip their hair out. Because in what universe should you have to argue with Jeon Wonwoo while his shoulder is literally touching yours?Â
Itâs stupid, unethical, and every other derogatory term you can come up with, but most of all, itâs making it hard to focus. Obviously, itâs not about him, itâs about the closeness itself. You think. Probably.Â
You lean a bit to your left so you can actually think of a response, but end up sighing and asking a question instead.Â
âSo youâre saying conflicts are inevitable?â
He tongues his cheek â a sign that heâs in deep thought â and bumps his elbow into you again. An accident, probably, but it catches your attention nevertheless.Â
âIâm saying disagreements become conflicts because we canât handle our emotions. Itâs not differences that are the problem, itâs our way of handling them.â
And there it is â that twinkle in his eyes that signalizes he knows heâs won. You know it, too, from the way he leans back into his chair and your words die down in your throat and the professor nods his head approvingly. Still, you wish he wouldnât be so fucking happy about it.
âAsshole,â you mumble only loud enough for him to hear as you sink back into the chair.Â
He chuckles and you feel your insides turn. God, heâs annoying. Super annoying.Â
Especially when he leans a bit to your side of the desk, face a lot closer to yours than it needs to be when he whispers, âGood job.âÂ
You glare at his soft expression, your own face heating up in something resembling embarrassment.Â
âNo need to gloat about your success, dickhead.â
âIâm not gloating,â he frowns, the smile slowly fading from his face.
âSure you arenât. Youâre just kindly reminding me that youâre better than me.â
âThatâs not whatâ Thatâs not true.â
His voice falters, and he leans back in his chair and taps his pen against the desk. You scoff at him, but itâs nowhere as threatening as youâd like it to be â thrown off by the quiver in his tone.Â
âIt is true,â you whisper, more to yourself, and avert your gaze from him.Â
The professor picks up where he left off, and you let your thoughts scatter and eyes drift closed. Itâs been a long day, you think. Thankfully, the professorâs got you and Wonwoo placed in the back, and so he doesnât notice it when you manage to fall asleep in your chair, head falling to the side.Â
Wonwoo notices, though. Your cheek squished against your shoulder, hair in your face. Itâs not the first time youâve fallen asleep in class, and he should probably start scolding you for it, but seeing your under eye bags and hearing your tired voice makes something turn unpleasantly in his stomach. And so he lets you sleep.Â
(Itâs all because of his perceptiveness.
You know about this trait of his, and itâs awful. How he hands you a pen when youâve forgotten your own without you having to ask for it. How he knows when to shut up during an argument, because your face tells him heâs won. How he never feels the need to embarrass you, or anyone, for that matter.
Heâs a good person in and out, and you hate him for it.)Â
Itâs not before the class is nearing its end that Wonwoo decides to wake you.Â
âY/N,â you feel a hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake, and then a deep voice hits your ears. Wonwooâs voice, you realize instantly, and then criticize your heart for jumping at the thought. âYou might wanna wake up for this.â
âHuh?âÂ
Wonwooâs smiling at you softly, and you sit up straight, confused. At least until you see your professor clutching his phone against his ear, muttering aggressively.
âHis wife called,â Wonwoo explains in a hushed tone, leaning towards you so you hear him better. âI feel kinda bad for the guy. She doesnât seem to like him very much.â
You rub your eyes and yawn, then realize Wonwoo is sitting right there, and clear your throat.Â
âMaybe heâs an asshole.â
âMaybe,â he turns to look at you. âGirls like assholes, though, donât they?Â
Your breath hitches in your throat involuntarily. Youâre not sure whether itâs from the question or from the way heâs looking at you â like heâs already got you all figured out â but itâs making you nervous. All of it, him. And now that youâre discussing a topic youâre not certain about, it shows.Â
You chuckle nervously, âWhereâd you get that from?â
âYou, mostly.â
âExcuse me?â
He offers you a smile, one that you subconsciously accept by feeling your insides turn to mush. This has got to be the longest youâve spoken to him without mutual friends around, and without arguing. Truthfully, you donât hate it. Youâd never have thought that this would be the topic of your first ever civil conversation, though.Â
âMinghao? Seungkwan? Your typeâs pretty obvious.â
âDo you spy on me or something?â you ask, a little baffled he knows the names of your previous boyfriends. You werenât hiding it or anything, but Wonwooâs never shown much interest in you outside of class. âPlus, that was months ago.âÂ
He fixes his glasses and tilts his head to the side.
âYeah? And what type of guys do you like now?â
You open your mouth to answer, but the words die down in your throat. Not assholes, you could say. Heâs sparked your curiosity, though â what type of guys do you like now? Because you know for a fact that youâre done with assholes, which is why youâve been trying your hardest to classify Wonwoo as one up until now.Â
âIââ
Youâre saved from answering his question by your professor, whoâs successfully hung up on his wife and is now announcing that class is over.Â
A sigh of relief escapes past your lips â another thing that doesnât go unnoticed by Wonwoo, but he doesnât push. He simply gathers his stuff, his pen that you borrowed included, and slings his bag over his shoulder. You smile at him, softly, a little hesitantly, because it feels right to do so.
His glasses rest at the tip of his nose as he stands up and says, âSee you around, Y/N.â
Then, he walks off and you no longer fight the smile that makes its way to your face.Â
â
âOkay, so I think we all know why this meeting is being held.â
This is the first thing Soonyoung says as he sits down by the round table in the cafeteria, latte almost spilling out of his cup. You and Minjeong perch up in curiosity, and she puts her phone away in favor of commenting Soonyoungâs poor word choices.Â
âMeeting? Itâs our lunch break, dude.â
âYeah, whatever,â he rolls his eyes at Minjeong who snickers. âThis lunch break is being held becauseââ
ââBecause we need to eat?â you raise a brow.Â
âY/N, you are literally in no position to act all smart right now. Itâs you that we need to talk about.â
âMe?â
You look to Minjeong, but she only shrugs, meaning that this is a Soonyoung thing. You try racking your brain to find what the hell he might want to discuss, but nothing comes to you. Not even when Soonyoung offers you one of his signature smirks that signalize heâs up to no good.Â
âYou, and hot nerd Jeon Wonwoo.â
Your mouth falls open in genuine shock. âWonwoo?â
âDid you just call him âhot nerdâ?â Minjeong slaps her hand over her mouth as she laughs, but stops when she sees you glaring at her. âDamn, okay, someoneâs defensive.â
âYes, Wonwoo,â Soonyoung leans over the table, hands together on the table like some sort of Hollywood detective. âWhatâs the deal with you and him?â
âWhat deal?â you look to the side for some help, but all Minjeong offers you is a smirk. Sheâs enjoying this a little too much for your liking. âWhy are you looking at me like that? Thereâs no deal. We donât get along, thatâs all.â
âYou sure looked like you got along yesterday,â Soonyoung giggles like a little schoolgirl, and you feel your face heating up. Of course he noticed, even though you barely talked with Wonwoo for three minutes. âAlso, have you seen how he looks at you?â
âLike he wants to kill me?â
âLike he wants to kiss you. Youâre mistaking passion for hate, babe. Or maybe youâre just pretending, because thereâs no way youâre not seeing how cute you are together.â
âMe and Wonwoo?â you ask again, incredulously. âYouâve got to be kidding. Thereâs no way.â
âYou have to admit, heâs pretty hot,â Minjeong cuts in. âPlus, you guys have, like, undeniable chemistry.â
âThe only chemistry me and him share is the class. Which already sucks enough.â
âYou know what they say, denial is a river in egypt.âÂ
âNobody says that, Minjeong,â you glare at her, deciding that itâs better to get out of here before you start doubting yourself. âAnyway, I gotta go to class, so get those Wonwoo delusions out of your heads, okay? Because thatâs what this is â delusion.â
âFunny you had to clarify that.â
âJust because youâre insufferable,â you send them a painfully fake smile and grab your things so you can walk away, almost missing the words Soonyoung mutters under his breath.Â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night.â
â
Usually, you canât be found in the universityâs backyard ripping your hair, but usually, you also donât fail your chemistry exams.Â
You might be acting a tad bit dramatic, running out of class and sitting down on the grass with your back pressed against the stone cold wall to cool off, but thatâs something to worry about later. Right now youâre just focused on feeling sorry for yourself. Which you are. To a very high degree.Â
âAre you okay?â
You jump at the sudden intrusion to your self-wallowing, turning around only to be met with a familiar face. His glasses are high up on his nose and his hair is neat, smile lines nowhere to be seen.
âWonwoo?â you ask, a bit embarrassed that heâs seeing you in this state, especially when he looks so put together. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âI read here every free period,â he says, frowning. âItâs you that should be in class right now.â
âDo you have my schedule memorized or something?â you look at him accusingly, pulling your legs closer to your chest for comfort. âAnyway, Iâm just sitting here.â
Wonwooâs silent for a moment, pondering on what to do, and then he takes a step in your direction. You donât run away or protest, so he takes another one and another one until heâs close enough to sink down on the grass next to you.Â
âYou look more like youâre drowning in sadness.â
âYeah, well, I failed an exam, so,â you say and hand him the paper your hands gripped just a moment ago â your test with every mistake highlighted in red. The whole sheet mightâve just been red at this point, you think.Â
He examines it, brows furrowed, then hands it back. âChemistry? I thought you were good at that, though.â
Your heart falters in embarrassment.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought, too. Thatâs why Iâm fucking sad.â
You donât mean for it to sound so angry, but it comes out harsh and bitter. Itâs nothing like Wonwooâs used to hearing you speak. And what comes after shocks him even more â the tears that well up in your eyes and then fall, he can see them even as you turn away from him, perhaps in fear of judgement.Â
âWait,â he says, a little dumbfounded. âAre you crying?â
Itâs a stupid question, but his tone isnât judging. Still, it doesn't ease anything â you feel like youâre about to explode. And whatâs worse is that heâs here, Jeon Wonwoo, of all people, watching you cry over something so miniscule that he probably canât even relate to. Youâre not sure why it bothers you so much that heâs seeing you in this state, but it does, it really does bother you, so much you feel like you might die.Â
âYes, Iâm crying, Wonwoo,â you say, wiping your cheeks to your best ability. âJesus christ. I did badly on a test, so I already feel like shit, and then you always have to come up to me with those stupid comments of yours.â
He blinks in surprise from behind his glasses, and even through your bitterness, you think to yourself that he looks cute like that â confused, for the very first time. At least itâs the very first time you are seeing him like this. But, to be fair, this is his very first time seeing you like this, too.Â
âI thought you liked it when I'm mean to you, though,â he says finally, and you look at him in disbelief.
âWonwoo, are you seriously just here to imply I have a degradation kink?âÂ
He remains silent for a minute, hesitating.
âGreat.âÂ
You laugh through the tears that have now stopped falling, and Wonwoo exhales in something that resembles relief. His gaze is still set on you, unrelenting, like heâs still trying to put together the puzzle. Does he want to leave?Â
A part of you hopes he wonât. Because despite that itâs a bit embarrassing, you could use someone to talk to right now. Even if itâs just so you can get your frustration out somehow.Â
âWhat Iâm trying to say is,â he starts, choosing his words carefully. âI didn't mean it like that. I never do.â
You meet his gaze â soft eyes that remain otherwise unreadable â and let out a breathy chuckle.Â
âYeah, whatever.â
You kick one of the stones in front of you, and watch it bounce a couple of times before it settles a little further away. Wonwoo doesnât leave, even though youâre giving no signs of continuing the conversation. He just sits there, shoulder a centimeter or two from yours, and listens to both your breaths. Both uneven â his is nervous, while yours is upset.Â
âIâm serious, Y/N,â he says finally, catching you off guard just enough for you to turn in his direction again. âIf I ever cross the line, tell me. I donât want to hurt you.â
He bites his lip awkwardly as you feel your heart dropping to your stomach. Itâs silent for a while, the back of your throat burning â threatening that you might start crying again if you say something now.Â
He pushes his glasses further up his nose, and thatâs when you decide to take the leap. Leap meaning that you lean forward to engulf him in a hug, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.Â
It catches him off guard, you can tell. His muscles tense, breath caught up in his throat and your own heart beats so fast you think you might die. But it feels nice, hugging him. And it feels even nicer when he wraps his arms around you, too, albeit hesitantly.Â
You stay like that, bathing in his scent â peach and jasmine with a hint of something you canât quite identify â and somehow, you feel at peace. The test is still at the back of your head, obviously, bugging you, but itâs faint compared to Wonwoo and his hand that begins to slowly stroke your hair.Â
âThank you.â
The words are whispered into the crook of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.Â
Theyâre so quiet he barely hears them, mightâve mistaken them for a hiccup hadnât he paid complete attention, but he is. He is paying attention. To how your muscles loosen up in his arms and there are no longer tears soaking through his shirt; how his own heart beats a little faster than usual; how heâs so painfully aware of the fact that talking to you only makes him like you more.
More meaning that heâs afraid he might be advancing from the useless crush heâd developed watching you argue with him during class. Advancing into uncharted territory that heâs never even intended exploring. Though he supposes he sabotaged himself by approaching you today.Â
âItâs nothing.â
But itâs a lie. It is something â the butterflies in your stomach or the warmth spreading across Wonwooâs chest. Whatever you want to regard it as, it is something.Â
And that something settles in the very depths of your mind and his mind alike.Â
â
When Soonyoung announces that heâs bringing Wonwoo to come study with you and Minjeong in the library, your first instinct is to tell him youâre not coming.Â
Obviously, youâre embarrassed. And scared. And a million other things you canât even begin to describe with words. He saw you crying, after all. Jeon Wonwoo, top of the class, saw you crying over a bad grade. It really doesnât get much worse than that.Â
Still, you go. Mostly because you know staying at the dorm would spark questions from your nosy friends, but also because you donât want Wonwoo thinking youâre avoiding him. Or else heâs going to think you care â which, essentially, you do. But he doesnât have to know that.Â
âDo you think Wonwoo will laugh at me if I get the questions wrong?â Minjeong asks as you stand outside the door to the library, her hand on the handle.
âNo,â you say. âHeâs not like that.â
She opens the door, and you walk inside, met with the smell of books. Soonyoung and Wonwoo are sitting by the chess boards, talking, and you feel something turn in your stomach. Is it too late to leave now? Judging by Minjeongâs worried face, she isnât so keen on being here either. Maybe you could both just go home.
Yet when she bites her lip and asks, âAre you sure?â, you canât bring yourself to lie just so you wonât have to face him.
âYeah. You should ask him to teach you if you donât understand something, you know. Better to feel a little embarrassed than to fail an exam.â
âI guess youâre right.â
Just as she says this, Soonyoung catches your gaze and waves eagerly, urging you and Minjeong to come closer. He whispers something to Wonwoo, and he, too, turns to smile in your direction.
âGuess thereâs no backing out now,â Minjeong giggles and you nod your head. There really isnât.Â
The two of you make your way to the table where the boys are sitting and pick your chairs. Minjeongâs quick to sit next to Soonyoung, so youâre left with no other option but to plop down on the chair closest to Wonwoo. Normally, that wouldâve only mildly annoyed you, but now, three days after he saw you bawling your eyes out, you can feel your heartbeat speed up vastly.
âHey,â Wonwoo says and you almost jump. Youâre not sure why, but you hadnât expected him to speak to you first.Â
âHi,â you reply and try smiling at him. Thankfully, he smiles, too. âWhat are you guys studying?â
âChemistry,â he says, and upon seeing you wince, heâs quick to add, ââCause Soonyoungâs struggling with it. He asked me to teach him.â
You have to bite back a smile at his worried tone. âAh, I see.â
He fixes his glasses, and clears his throat.
âItâs a really tricky subject, though, so I understand why youâ uh, he, finds it troublesome.â
âRight,â you nod your head with a giggle, and you can almost feel Soonyoungâs stare burning into your side. Itâs fine, though, because now, Wonwoo looks the slightest bit more relaxed.Â
You pull out your notebooks and textbook along with a coffee youâd made earlier, and when Wonwoo says your notes look pretty, you canât help but grin. You kind of wish he werenât so nice to you, but it doesnât make you feel awkward, so you suppose you donât have much room to complain.Â
Itâs probably just reality catching up to you thatâs making you nervous â the fact that heâs not so argumentative outside of class, and that you definitely felt something pull at the very bottom of your heart that day you failed the exam. That, and how the feeling isnât giving any signs of leaving soon.
You let those thoughts wander as you start making notes, and soon enough, even Soonyoung goes quiet, occupied by his own stuff. It stays like that for a while, and at some point, Wonwooâs knee bumps into yours. Warmth spreads all across you and you look at him.Â
âSorry,â he whispers apologetically, retracting his leg, and the warmth subsides. In return you send him a smile in which you hope he canât glimpse your slight â and unsettling â disappointment.Â
âItâs okay.â
And then itâs silent again, your body painfully aware of the fact that if you lean your leg a bit to the right youâll touch Wonwoo. Itâs not like you want to touch him, at least you donât think you do, but the awareness is slightly nerve-wracking for some unknown reason. Everything about him is. Â
âWonwoo,â Minjeong says, breaking the silence, making both his and your heads shoot up to look at her. âY/N told me you could help me if I asked, so⌠I was wondering if you could explain biomolecules to me.â
âOf course.â
A quick smile flashes in your direction and then heâs leaning over the table to help Minjeong. His fingers follow the illustrations in her textbook and he starts talking â something about structure, you think. You listen intently, and it makes sense even though youâve barely started the chapter, but you canât bring yourself to take notes of what heâs saying. Canât bring yourself to take your eyes off of him.
You wonder silently if he always was this handsome. You try to think of the times you spoke to him in class before, but itâs hard to recall his face in any other form than what your eyes meet now â focused gaze, lips moving to the rhythm of his voice. His glasses are slowly sliding down his nose, and you feel an immeasurable urge to push them up, but he beats you to it.Â
âBasically, theyâre essential for cell division to happen,â he says, and you lean forward to look at the picture heâs pointing to.
Your shoulder bumps into his and he turns to the side. You notice, but donât react in fear that youâll just end up giggling like a schoolgirl. Instead, you pretend to read some of the text in the book.Â
Wonwoo picks up where he left off, voice a little hoarser than before, but you donât move. Neither does he.
âCan you say that again?â you ask after he says something you donât understand.Â
He repeats with his head turned in your direction, and your eyes drift down to his lips. You donât want them to, it just happens, your stomach tying into a tight knot. Youâre almost entirely sure nobody is supposed to look this hot while talking about biomolecules. Or was it morphogenesis? You honestly donât know.Â
You donât know why you feel like this with him of all people. Truly, there could be a lot of factors playing into it. The fact that heâs a smooth talker; the fact that heâs both intelligent and knowledgeable; the fact that youâve grown to know him â what makes his blood boil and what makes him chuckle; the fact that heâs a constant in a sea of variables.Â
Maybe that last point especially. That even when everything else goes to hell, the moment you step into social anthropology class, heâs always there. Always willing to entertain you with, albeit sometimes pointless, banter.Â
You donât even know what this is, though. Feeling your head spin when you look at him, having mini heart attacks when he says your name â are these the signs of you going insane? It could very well be that, you think. Insanity feels like the right word to explain your state right now.Â
âY/N,â he says, breaking you out of your thoughts. âYou listening?â
Your eyes drift back to his own, and you swear you see a glimpse of amusement playing in his gaze when you mumble a quiet âYeah.â
Suddenly very aware of Soonyoung and Minjeongâs presence, as well as Wonwooâs burning stare, you stand up, dusting off your clothes.
âI just need some fresh air,â you offer as an explanation.Â
âMind if I join?â
You look at Wonwoo in disbelief as he asks the question. What the fuck? You donât mind â at least in the sense that implies you donât like his company â but itâs the same issue again; he makes you nervous. Goodbye to going for a relaxing walk, you suppose. And goodbye to whatever left there is of your sanity.Â
After what seems like hours of overthinking, you decide to get your shit together and send him a smile paired with a nod. Minjeong raises a brow in your direction, but doesnât inquire further and internally you thank her for that. Youâre not sure what you wouldâve told her if she asked.Â
You and Wonwoo leave the library together, shoulders close together just like when you were sitting, and you swallow the lump in your throat.Â
âEverything okay?â he asks as you leave the building. âYou seem a little dazed.â
The air is still cold, though winter is nearing its end and spring is slipping through the cracks. You pull your jacket closer to your body in hopes of both warming yourself up and slowing down your heartbeat, but it only fulfills one of those wishes, leaving you to deal with the latter yourself.Â
âIâm alright,â you respond with a soft smile. âThank you for helping Minjeong, by the way. Youâre a great teacher.â
Wonwooâs smile lines shyly make an appearance. âThanks. Iâve been thinking about becoming a real one, actually.â
You stop walking and turn your head in disbelief. Somehow, you didnât expect that answer. Wonwoo was always a diligent student, but now that you come to think of it, he never really talked about his plans for the future, or what he wanted to do with his degree in chemical engineering.Â
âSeriously?âÂ
âYeah,â his cheeks redden ever so slightly. âTeaching chemistry honestly doesnât sound that bad.â
You take a moment to think it through â him, in a suit and those glasses that fall down his nose, teaching kids about biomolecules. The idea is foreign, and yet, it fits just right.Â
You nudge him with your shoulder. âProfessor Jeon, huh? It would suit you.â
He lets out a snort of laughter that sounds nothing like the small chuckles youâd hear from him during class. But it sounds nice, this loud laughter and you bathe in it for as long as it lasts. Youâre starting to enjoy this whole âbeing kind to each otherâ thing. Suits you better than yelling about something stupid in class. It suits him better, too.Â
Content with everything, you begin walking again and he follows suit. The grass is a little wet from yesterdayâs rain and outgrown as it is, it tickles your ankles. It mightâve been mildly annoying if you werenât so stupidly happy for whatever reason. Â
Whatever reason being Wonwoo, of course. You might be bad at chemistry, but you like to think youâre not dumb â at least not in an oblivious way. Itâs become quite obvious, you think, that you like him.Â
The thought partly makes you want to kick your feet in the air and partly, it makes you want to rip your hair out. You like Wonwoo. Itâs something so unexpected it makes you feel very bare as you stand there on the grass outside of your university, with your cold hands buried in the pockets of your jacket and Wonwooâs eyes glimmering in the faint sunlight.Â
You like him. God, it feels weird to admit.Â
âAbout that dayâŚâ Wonwooâs voice brings you back to reality, and you take a second to register what heâs saying.
âI freaked you out, didnât I?â you ask.Â
âNo, no, itâs not that,â he looks away and sighs softly, only to look directly at you the next second. âI just wanted to make sure you remember that one mistake doesnât make you a failure. I shouldâve said it earlier, but that day I was a bit⌠taken aback, I suppose. Not by the crying, obviously, but by the whole situation. And you.âÂ
âMe,â you repeat, tasting the word on your tongue. Your heart starts beating a little faster, despite your best efforts at staying calm. Heâs just talking after all; itâs not like this is some sort of love confession.
âNot in a bad way. Just in a new way,â heâs quick to assure you and you feel your heart swell in your chest.Â
âNew. You make it sound so pretty.â
You laugh a bit, looking down on your hands. It. Does he even know what you mean? Does he know youâre talking about the fact that youâre slowly but surely starting to fall in love with him? Or is he just talking about seeing you vulnerable the other day?Â
âWhat would you call it?â he asks and you canât stop your gaze from drifting back to him.
âI donât know, confusing? And kind of insane.â
You swear his eyes drop to your lips for a mere second at that. He doesnât say anything, just walks by you in silence, and it drives you crazy. You wish heâd say something â anything â just so youâd know if youâre even on the same page, but you donât rush him.Â
Finally, he smiles at you.Â
âIf insanity is losing control, then yes, I suppose Iâm going insane. But it doesnât feel all that insane to me.â
His eyes crinkle, soft streaks of sun painted across his face and you almost sigh. In delight, relief, or maybe fear, youâre not sure, but itâs those words, you think, that will linger. Those are the types of words to never abandon your mind, youâre sure of it.Â
âDid you rehearse this in front of the mirror or something?â you scoff at him, heart heavy in your chest.Â
He only laughs, and the sound stays in the air for a long time after youâve left.Â
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To say you were shocked to see Jeon Wonwoo sitting outside of his dorm with his head in his hands would be a major understatement.Â
You had grown closer to him in the past weeks â walking shoulder to shoulder around campus; him helping you with your homework â it all wouldâve seemed unlikely had someone proposed the idea to you a month prior, but now, you had grown to truly enjoy his company. And he enjoyed yours, too.Â
In some ways, it stayed normal.Â
Comments and half-mean, half-endearing remarks remained untouched; what didnât was your heart. It seems to be working against you at all times, beating too quickly when Wonwoo unexpectedly smiled in your direction, and dropping down to your stomach in fear whenever you saw him tippling over in emotion, only for the feeling to fade to the sound of his laugh.
This time, though, it doesnât fade, only intensifies as you hear him curse under his breath.Â
âWonwoo?â you try, and his shoulders tense ever so slightly.Â
You watch as he sighs, rubbing his eyes, then sits up straight, back against the wall. He doesnât respond, even as his eyes, frail as ever, look into yours. Theyâre a bit darker than usual, and his lashes flutter as he blinks up at you.Â
Thereâs no one in the hallway, as if this part of the school emptied just to grant you a moment of privacy; a deciding moment, something in your stomach tells you.Â
âWhatâs happened?â you ask softly, quietly, unsure of what else to do with this obviously unhappy Jeon Wonwoo thatâs sitting on the ground in front of you.Â
âItâs nothing,â he mumbles in response, leaning on his arms to stand up. âJust some school stuff.â
The corners of his mouth lift in a small smile, but you call his bullshit. You donât necessarily doubt the genuinity of his smile, but the way he said it makes you think there is something that happened.Â
Taking a step in his direction, you nudge him with your elbow.Â
âWhat, the golden boy failed a test for the first time in his life?â
His eyes change at that â soft crinkles appearing at the very edges of them. His shoulders relax, too, and though itâs barely visible, you see it clearly. The air feels a lot lighter when he tongues his cheek and nudges you back.Â
âYou sure run your mouth a lot, Y/N,â he grins and you feel butterflies flapping around in the very pits of your stomach. Then the smile fades to be replaced with a faux scolding look as he says, âI suggest you stop.âÂ
You move to stand right in front of him, arms crossed over your chest. Heâs taller, and you have to tilt your chin to look him right in the eyes as you giggle with a hint of playfulness in your gaze.Â
âOr what?â
He sees the smile playing on your face, the giddiness in your tone, and his heart bangs loudly against his chest. You look gorgeous today â well, thatâs nothing new but it never ceases to amaze him how you can look prettier for each day that goes by.
Is this it? Is this when heâs supposed to make a move, like Soonyoung told him to? What does even âmake a moveâ mean, exactly?Â
He supposes it varies â just like the value of variables in the equations he solves so often.Â
Then how come he canât solve this one?
Youâre still standing there, looking at him without a care in the world, and he thinks that heâd never forgive himself if he screwed this up. At the same time, it doesnât seem like youâre ready to run away from him, and so perhaps making a move doesnât sound so stupid right now.Â
âOr,â he starts, and lets his eyes glide down to your lips for a moment to test the waters. You donât scream in fear, and he takes it as a good sign. âIâm gonna have to make you.â
You giggle. âYeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that, big boy?âÂ
He feels his stomach turning upside down, squeezed by some invisible force and he has to remind himself to breathe. Is he really going through with this? Donât start something you canât end, Soonyoung would probably tell him. For once listening to his advice seems reasonable.Â
âLike this.â
And before he can even think of backing out, he brings the palms of his hands to cup your face and leans down, placing his lips against yours.Â
Taken aback, you let out a startled noise, eyes growing wide. He hesitates upon seeing your reaction, about to pull away when you finally kiss him back, tongue swiping over his lower lip ever so slightly.Â
A groan. Then, heâs bringing his hand to the back of your head and pulling you towards him, kissing you until your head starts to spin, and kissing you through that, too.Â
Your arms hold onto his shoulders for support, cheek leaning into his touch. Your noses touch clumsily; teeth clash when you open your mouth to let him explore it. Still, it feels like heaven and you canât bring yourself to pull away for a breath.Â
Wonwoo, though, the more sensible one of you two, pulls back after a while, a smile on his lips and breath ragged. Â
You look at him â waiting for him to pick up where he left off, but he doesnât move.
âThatâs it?â you ask, and for a brief moment, all color drains from Wonwooâs face. Did you not like it? Did he do something wrong?
âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâre just going to leave me hanging like that?â
Your lip pulled between your teeth, you look at home expectantly, heart still hammering against your ribs. Truly, itâs not just about wanting more â though that plays a part in it, too â itâs also about whether this was a one-time-thing.
âWas it not enough for you?â he asks, tilting his head to the side after heâs calmed his racing heart.Â
âConsidering Iâve been waiting for this, like, a month,â you say. ânot really, no.â
He smiles down on you â that same smile that makes you weak in the knees, and you know thereâs no turning back now. Not that there ever was.Â
âI think youâre a bit greedy,â he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and you shiver in anticipation. âIâve been waiting for half a year, and yet, I still have some self control left.â
âI never had any in the first place.â
And with that, you pull him close for another kiss.Â
He doesnât protest, opening his mouth and sucking on your tongue. His hands move down to your waist this time, pulling your body flush against his. Youâve never experienced being in such close proximity with him, and yet, you donât feel all that nervous. It all slips away with his soft touches.Â
Your hands in his hair â it feels foreign, but he likes that feeling, gets drunk on it. But itâs some kind of reversed intoxication; he doesnât feel faint; if anything, heâs feeling more sober than ever before as he bathes in your taste, your scent, you. This must be what love feels like, he thinks. This must be it, or else heâs certain heâll never know love. If this isnât it, he doesnât want to know love.Â
He hopes youâre at least feeling a fraction of what heâs feeling as he pushes you gently against the wall, hands roaming your body. You do the same, holding onto him like heâs your lifeline, tugging at the strands of hair available to you.Â
So caught up in this feeling of bliss, you donât even notice how youâre not alone with Wonwoo anymore until you hear laughter from a group of bypassing students.Â
âGet a room,â someone says and you pull away from Wonwoo immediately, face hot with embarrassment.
He doesnât appear shaken, though â rather, you glimpse the shadow of a smile playing on his lips as he urges the students to leave. Just as youâre about to ask what heâs smiling about, his fingers close around your wrist and he pulls you along the hallway. Heâs all rushed steps until you reach the nearest classroom that turns out to be empty, and he walks inside, dragging you with him.Â
Upon closing the door behind him, Wonwoo drags you into his chest. You look up at him, his inquiring gaze that asks for permission, and smile.
âAre you sure?â he asks and your grin turns teasing.Â
âSure about what, Woo?âÂ
He tongues his cheek, unsure of what to say. Youâre just plain teasing him â that much is obvious â so he supposes he can give the same energy back.Â
âSure that you want me to fuck you.â
Youâre taken aback, though perhaps you shouldnât be, considering how you set yourself up for this with your question. Still, your breath catches in your throat and your hand holds onto one of the nearby desks for stability as you face him. Wonwoo looks different now, to some extent; maybe itâs the lighting that gives his eyes a different glow, or maybe itâs how the air has suddenly become swollen with tension.Â
Whatever the cause, it excites you to no end, the way heâs looking at you when you take his hand in yours. Like youâre the only thing that matters.Â
âYeah,â you say finally. âYeah, Iâm sure.â
At that, he pulls you impossibly closer. He takes off his glasses in a manner that you in a drunken state wouldâve most likely called seductive, and throws them away somewhere you canât see, too busy kissing him back when his lips crash into yours for the nth time today. He kisses you so hard it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and all thoughts out of your brain.Â
Mouth open, you let his tongue explore it and simultaneously, you allow him to walk you further into the classroom, until the back of your thighs hit one of the desks. Standing between your legs, he pushes your shirt up so his fingers can graze the bare skin underneath, and you sigh in content.Â
Before you know it, heâs pulling away to peel off your shirt and bra, leaving you bare in front of him.
âYouâre beautiful, you know,â he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours again.
You smile into the kiss, goosebumps spreading over your skin with the touches of his fingers that glide further up your thigh, until they slip under your skirt. Knuckles running over your soaked panties, he bites your lip and you let out a delighted moan.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he comments as he slips a finger under your panties, running it through your folds. You can already feel another flood of arousal approaching just because of his words. âWonât even need to prep you, huh?â
You desperately shake your head no, and he chuckles.
He lays his palm flat against your clit and you squirm until he retracts it. Playfulness in his gaze, he smears your arousal all over your cunt, ignoring your whines. This takes him at least half a minute before he finally â upon hearing you whimper his name in a way that makes his pants a whole lot tighter all of a sudden â gives in and slides one of his fingers into your pussy.Â
You throw your head back with a whimper, holding onto his shoulder as he starts pumping it in and out of you, noises caused by the movement filling the air.Â
âOh my god,â you breathe as he adds another one, your cunt tightening around his digits endlessly.Â
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder which is an immense contrast to how he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting that one spot that makes your toes curl. He plunges his digits in and out of your hole as his thumb circles your clit, until youâre moaning loudly â despite how little time has really passed.Â
Itâs in utter shock that you watch him retract his hand completely, sucking the arousal from his fingers with a smile.Â
âWhaââ is all you manage to say before he flips you over, bending you over the desk.Â
Youâre painfully aware of how bare you are in front of him â your naked cunt on display, because your skirt doesnât do much to cover anything at all, and your tits pressed against the wood of the desk. Plus the fact that the locked door wonât do much good if someone is to have class in this room next period. Which would be in about thirty minutes.Â
Not that you care. Or, essentially, you do care, but now it doesnât really matter â besides, youâre certain that Wonwoo wouldâve managed to come up with some sort of excuse had you been forced to open the door for some frustrated professor.Â
Amidst your thoughts, you almost fail to hear the sound of Wonwoo unclasping his belt. Almost. But when you do hear it, something turns pleasantly in your stomach.Â
âYou gonna be good for me and stay quiet?â Wonwoo asks and you feel his hands move to hold your hips, cock positioned at your entrance.Â
You mumble something in affirmation, something youâre not even sure you can hear yourself, and spread your legs to urge him on. You feel his cock prod at your soaked cunt, run through your folds languidly; again and again, until youâre whining his name in protest.Â
He only chuckles at your behavior, and asks, albeit teasingly, âWhat did you say?â
Gathering your thoughts, you try your best to ignore the way heâs dragging his dick over your pussy, occasionally rubbing over your clit.Â
âYes, Iâll be good for you, Wonwoo.â
Pleased with this response, he finally enters you â cock stretching you open and making you cry out, holding onto the desk for support. Heâs big, you realize, tears prodding at your eyes as he bottoms out.Â
âYeah? Gonna be my good girl?âÂ
You nod and nod, fingers turning white from how youâre gripping the wooden desk once he starts moving â in languid strokes, he manages to turn your moans louder and louder.Â
His hands hold onto your hips, pushing them against him so youâre further impaled on his cock with each thrust, and you swear you feel him all the way in your stomach. Itâs a good feeling, one you can barely register fully with the way your mindâs gone hazy.Â
You hardly notice it when one of his hands lets go of your hips and comes up to your lips, fingers tapping at your chin as a signal to open your mouth. When you do, he slips two digits inside and you suck on them obediently, tightening around his cock.Â
Wonwoo smiles.
âThought I told you to be quiet, baby.â
In all honesty, he loves the nosies youâre making, but he canât risk someone starting to bang on the door before heâs got you falling apart completely. Besides, the sight of you sucking on his fingers is just as pleasing; just as effective in making his cock twitch in your cunt.Â
Your walls suck him in perfectly, the sound of him gliding in and out of your pussy loud in the empty classroom. His thrusts grow gradually harder; the desk starts moving in rhythm with them, and you canât help letting out moans and whimpers that his digits in your mouth do a poor job of concealing.Â
He realizes this, and decides on removing his fingers so they can grab at your hair instead, pulling your back closer to his chest. Your tits bounce with his movements, and he plays with them briefly, groaning as your pussy clamps down on him especially hard at that, but then his hand moves between your legs to tend to your clit.Â
He rubs it in circles, granting you an occasional pinch or slap that makes you cry out, and you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.Â
âFeels so good, Wonwoo,â you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks as his fingers abuse your swollen clit.Â
âI know, baby.â
Barely coherent, you beg him not to stop, and he wonders whatever even prompted you to think that he might want to stop. He only fucks into you harder, hand on your hips to steady the thrusts that bring you closer and closer to coming.Â
âWonwoo,â you say. âSo close.â
âYeah? Gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come all over my cock like a slut?â
You nod, though he probably doesn't see, and he pulls you even closer, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sight in front of him. And to think he couldâve had this earlier had he taken the chance. You in the shortest skirt heâs ever seen, moaning his name like you donât care if anyone hears â he honestly thinks he might be in heaven.Â
âGood girl,â he groans, and thatâs what sends you over the edge, your pussy clamping down on his cock as you reach your orgasm. âGood fucking girl.â
He comes less than five seconds later, buried deep inside of you as his cum coats your walls. You whimper at the overstimulation of his last thrusts, collapsing on top of the desk when he pulls out.Â
Heâs careful not to hurt you, but you still wince slightly, which prompts him to ask you if youâre okay.
âNever better,â you reply, and as soon as you say it, you realize itâs true.Â
Wonwoo smiles. He helps you clean up â repeatedly apologizing that heâs wiping you clean with the paper by the classroom sink, even though you tell him itâs fine â and puts his glasses on again. It kind of makes you wish heâd never taken them off, but thereâs no way youâre telling him that. Your opinion about his beauty is something youâll keep to yourself for now.Â
You get ready to leave just as someone knocks on the door, and Wonwoo opens it for a very flustered professor that tells you heâs sorry for interrupting. Wonwoo tries telling him itâs not like that â though it definitely is like that, and the blush coating his cheeks does nothing to hide it â and finally, youâre in the hallway, free.Â
âPoor guy,â you comment, a smile playing on your lips.
Wonwoo sighs. âTell me about it. And here I was, thinking weâd gotten lucky.â
âI think we did get lucky, though.â
You say this without thinking it through, but from the way Wonwooâs eyes light up, youâre glad you didnât.Â
Suddenly, the doors to all classrooms in the hallway open and out come tired students, marking the start of the next period. Which youâre supposed to spend in biology.
You sigh, and Wonwoo seems to get it, because he tells you to leave for class.Â
âBy the way, Y/N,â Wonwoo says just as youâre about to leave. Something in his gaze tells you this isnât just a âby the wayâ thing. âIn case it wasnât obvious, Iâm really in love with you. And Iâd like you to be my girlfriend.â
âWell, youâre in luck, mister,â you kiss his jaw with a grin. âBecause it so happens that Iâm in love with you, too. And Iâd love to be your girlfriend.â
not doing well i need a full length novel of this wonwoo STAT!! i cannot i need this man so bad iâm really not doing well. i want him to teach me about biomolecules. can he be my chemistry professor PLEASE PLEAAAASE.
teaser for minwon post !! its a good way to get people excited for when you post it, and it helps so you donât feel bad abt taking ur time to write it :]
this is a great idea omg i never even thought about this thank you, anon <333 hereâs the little concept that got it started :p
pairing: minwon x (fem.) reader
even though itâs a short teaser, some content warnings: professor!wonwoo, slight perv!wonwoo, ta!mingyu, student!reader, oral (reader receiving), brief voyeurism
when professor jeon walked into his classroom on thursday evening, he expected to teach a way too long lecture on thermal dynamicsâlike normalâbut not with his pants feeling way too tight. he definitely did not expect to stumble upon his teaching assistant, kim mingyu, with his head locked between one of his studentâs legs moaning dirty praises about his âfilthy hot mouthâ making said studentâs pussy âfucking soaking wetâ as mingyu very, and i mean very enthusiastically ate you out. professor jeon canât get the lewd image of mingyu almost instantly coming in his khakis once you nudged your leg against his clothed cock out his mind. fortunately, he scurried away before anyone noticed his presence, but not without feeling like a pervert as he walked off adjusting himself in his pants. and only minutes later, you innocently sit through his lesson taking notesâlike normalâwith his teaching assistant by his side quietly grading quizzesâlike normalâand it seems heâs the only one struggling to get through the godawful lecture with his throbbing hard-on.
it can be anythingâŚany groupâŚmemberâŚconceptâliterally whatever you want. thereâs not much iâm uncomfortable with
fluff, smut, angst, (n)sfw please anything etc
iâm working on a longer threesome minwon that inspired me to get this account together right now, but iâd still like to post while iâm getting it together since it may take a while :]
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