Privacy doesn’t exist in your house, not when your boyfriend is home. You don’t mind though, his clinginess and affection makes your heart flutter at every given moment, it makes you feel wanted, appreciated, and so loved.
You come home after your evening run, a bit sweaty and uncomfortable. You call out to Baekhyun that you are home, and make a beeline for the bathroom, ready to shower and wash yourself clean.
You strip quickly, throwing your outfit in the hamper before turning on the faucet and letting the shower run until hot. You step under the water with a relieved sigh, the instant soothing to your muscles is exactly what you needed after working so hard.
With your head under the running water, you don’t hear the bathroom door open, so when you open your eyes you are a little startled to see Baekhyun removing his own clothes so that he can join you.
“You didn’t think I’d let you shower alone, did you?”
He asks, “That’s not happening.”
You playfully roll your eyes at him, but you don’t complain, you love the attention really, and have definitely grown accustomed to it over the last year. You reach out to take his hand as he steps into the shower, and you move back to allow him some of the warmth of the running tap.
“Of course not,” You shake your head as your back hits the cool tile wall behind you, “I wanted you here.”
Baekhyun closes the gap between you to kiss you softly, his hands settling on your waist as he pulls away.
“Good,” He nods approvingly, “Let me help you get clean, okay?”
You mumble an agreement, happy and willing for any and all affection from him. You let your eyes flutter shut as Baekhyun lathers up the shower gel in his hands, and he then begins to massage your body.
It is sensual, intentionally so, as he makes sure you touch every inch of you, not leaving anywhere dirty, except for your mind. You open your eyes as you feel his fingertips trail along your jawline, and you find him much closer to you than you thought he would be.
“You are irresistible,” He murmurs as he leans in again to kiss you, “You do this to me on purpose, I swear.”
You kiss him back with no complaints, your body still soapy, having not rinsed off just yet, and you pull him closer to you so that your bodies are flush.
“You were the one who followed me into the shower, Byun Baekhyun,” You tease him, “I didn’t do anything.”
Baekhyun holds you steady as your kisses get hotter, more charged, and you hook your leg around his to keep him from moving away. You don’t know which of you is more clingy, really, but Baekhyun definitely likes taking charge.
“I didn’t want to miss out on this,” He reasons, one hand now massaging your breasts, “Would you rather that I had stayed away?”
You shake your head, letting out a broken moan as Baekhyun grinds into you, the full feeling of his erection against your body has you dripping, and not just from the water from the shower. You flex your hips to indicate that you feel him, and that you need him too, but you know as well that you need to vocalise it.
“No, I wouldn’t,” You say, your hand moving to grab his cock, not wanting to wait any longer, “Please, Baek, fuck me.”
Baekhyun isn’t one to say no, and it is clear that this was his plan all along, as he guides you to place your leg over his hip, and he gives himself the right angle to thrust into you without warning or warming up. You should be used to his size by now, but nothing ever prepares you, and you gasp into his mouth as he kisses you with a fiery intensity.
He fucks you hard and fast, with one hand behind your head to support you against the tiles, and you take each thrust happily, gratefully, so well behaved and thankful to be blissed out by him. You lick into his mouth, the kisses getting hotter by the second as the way that he fucks you becomes more intense, as your body begins to prepare for the release that you have been waiting for.
“You’re gonna cum when I tell you to,” He states, “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
You stare at him with fear behind your eyes, worried for a moment that he is going to make you hold out. You can feel his cock twitching, and the rhythm of his thrusts goes off just a little bit, which has you reeling, ready to go whenever he says that you can.
“Now,” He orders suddenly, “Cum for me, now.”
You both orgasm in sync, you clench to him as he releases deep into you, it is the most incredible feeling, one that you would love to experience at all times. He is hot, and so are you, drenched from the shower water but also from a little sweat, Baekhyun pulls out as he guides you directly under the shower head again. You continue to kiss him, not wanting to let go, and he does exactly the same.
Waking up next to someone you love is just one of the most beautiful things in life, writing this made me all gooey hehe It’s also kinda waking up and morning routines I hope that it is okay :o Thank you for the request dear anon!!!!! I love getting little prompts and ideas like this, so thank u for sharing c:
Words: ~2k
Genre: Fluff!!!! Domestic, boyf content.
No warnings!
Mark
Would wake you with sweet nothings whispered in your ear, his deep morning voice lazily telling you how cute you look bundled up under the sheets. Wants you as close as physically possible, with your head buried in his neck and hands under his shirt, one of his hands on your waist to hold you in place and the other brushing over the top of your head, pushing messy hair away so he could see your face better. Mumbling words of praise and giving you little pecks on your forehead, he would be a waking dream, wanting you both to be able to start your day feeling loved and content. He’d put off getting up for as long as he could, preferring not to set alarms unless absolutely necessary and just enjoying the lazy intimacy of sleepy mornings together. When one of you finally did have to get up, however, he would want to be able to carry out your morning routines in domestic harmony – brushing your teeth together with an arm hanging around your shoulder, washing your faces together and happily rubbing the foam into your cheeks, eating breakfast together and listening to you talk about what dreams you had, all of the above. If he did have to get up too early for it to be fair to expect you to get up with him, he would still wake you up to say and kiss you goodbye (though he would encourage you to go back to sleep afterwards), and would never ever leave without doing so.
Renjun
He strikes me as a pretty responsible morning person, so waking up with Renjun would be more like …. Being woken up by Renjun, he’s fresh out the shower with still damp hair, gently touching your shoulder and whispering your name until you finally leave the depths of your sleep. And there he is, standing over you with a mug of tea, coffee, or warm water (whatever your preference), smiling stupidly as he admires your freshly awoken, dazed face. Even though he’s up already, he would want to get back into bed and sit up reading or watching something on his phone, sipping his own drink, whilst you’re bundled into his side and coming around. Encourages you to get up and hands you the drink he’d made for you so you can cuddle and sip your beverages together, watching something or just enjoying each other’s company. The best part, for him, is then sitting in bed and getting to watch you get ready. Sits there with his drink, giving you little reminders like, ‘you left your hairbrush over there,’ when you’re fumbling through drawers, or ‘don’t forget to put on an extra layer; it’s cold today’, while you’re pulling on odd socks. Just loves watching you in the mornings when you’re still half asleep and unaffected by whatever the day might bring, just able to be entirely yourself, regardless of how clumsy or put together that might be.
Jeno
Jeno, even asleep, would be strong enough to keep you from slipping out of his grasp unnoticed. I don’t know why, but he just seems like a heavy sleeper (I have absolutely no reason or evidence for this other than the vibes I get from him), so good luck waking him up! You’ll have no choice but to wake up tucked into Jeno’s grip, admiring his peaceful form cloaked in blissful slumber until he starts to stir. If he did have to get up, he’d set several alarms that would probably wake you up before him and would much prefer it when you lean over to his side of the bed and turn the alarm off, shaking him gently and whispering his name in a foggy voice. When he does get up, in a sleepy haze, he lies on his back and has you tucked into his side or just lying on top of him so he can stroke your back and kiss your forehead. Wants to spend at least a few minutes just quietly holding you, enjoying your presence and the comfort of being with you in such a private, gentle moment. Loves seeing you up and about in your pyjamas, whether it’s a proper pyjama set or just a big shirt (maybe even his clothes), he just finds it so endearing to see you in something so effortlessly perfect. Absolutely refuses to get dressed until you’ve eaten breakfast in bed, brushed your teeth, and done everything else on your morning checklist. Only then are you allowed to deny him the sight of your adorable, pyjama clad appearance.
(Also…. Deep morning voice Jeno *-* absolute madness if you can resist that)
Haechan
Sneaky boy, he would constantly be pulling you back into his arms and going ‘just five more minutes, which always turn into ten.. then fifteen… then before you know it, a whole hour of just lying in bed cuddling has happened, and you might be late for something but he either really doesn’t know or really doesn’t care. Haechan just loves to cuddle and I think, especially in the mornings, he’d be exceptionally clingy and affectionate – wanting to be the big spoon and have you clutched into his chest like a soft toy, pressing his face into the back of your neck and smelling your homely scent, or holding him in your arms with his head in your chest and stroking his hair, his arm draped over your side to keep you in place. Even if you try and push him away (though how could anyone do such a thing), he would not let you, sleepily whining and pouting until you crawled back into his arms or just flat out holding you down with an iron grip. Definitely teases you about morning breath or bedhead, but you know it’s just his way of acting, and you tease him back so it’s all fun and games. Though, before you properly get up, he’d want to give you a kiss and tell you how stunning he thinks you are, uttering the words quietly and close to your ear so that you swoon a little, making sure you know how highly he really thinks of you.
Jaemin
Mornings with Jaemin would go one of two ways. One would be him waking you up with a fully made breakfast, fresh coffee and a beaming Jaemin ready to very literally spoon-feed you while you’re still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The second would be him absolutely refusing to leave the bed, making up every single excuse in the book as to why you just had to stay beneath the covers for another unspecified amount of time. Probably plays soothing music to ‘wake you up’ as you enjoy your morning cuddles, but it tends to be too soothing and send you back into the lull of sleep. Other times, he’ll whisper strings of affection into your ear, his morning voice so deliciously intoxicating that you are drawn right back into the peace of sleep once again. The days you get up first are rare. Jaemin somehow has an internal clock that knows just when to get up so that he can be the first thing that greets you, even before the sun sometimes, and can then persuade you in your freshly awoken state to go back to sleep for a little longer. Waking up with him is incredibly gentle, always. Morning routines beyond this are unpredictable, much like Jaemin, but the one thing you can always count on is a smile of adoration and hushed ‘good morning, gorgeous’ every single day.
Chenle
Again, like Jaemin, it would really depend on the day and how tired he was. He’d have good intentions, wanting to wake up first and make you breakfast, bringing it to you so you could have a lazy breakfast in bed with him by your side as often as possible, but sometimes the bed is just… too comfy. He forgets to get up, so drawn into your sleepy embrace that he can’t help but let his eyes close once more, and before he knows it, he’s asleep again. If you get up before him, god-forbid, and he finds you up and about, he’d be upset and want you to come back to bed and give him more attention. Doesn’t like it when you’re up before him – ever the gentleman, he wants to wake you up to a morning that’s as easy as possible. Whether that means him bringing you breakfast or easing you awake with a gentle voice and soothing hands petting your hair. Doesn’t want to stay in bed for too long, so will enjoy getting up with you and just co-existing as you go about your morning routines. However, if he has to get up before you and you’re staying in bed, once he’s up and ready for his day, he will indulge himself in a few more moments of peace before he leaves, clambering under the covers fully dressed so he can be wrapped up next to you for however long he can afford.
Jisung
Another one that seems like a heavy sleeper… again, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the way he feels so comfortable knowing you’re next to him while he sleeps. Maybe he’s just a sleepyhead. Who knows. When he does finally wake up, however, he would be a starer – watching you sleeping, admiring you but not wanting to wake you up, internally conflicted as to whether it’s wrong to let you sleep when you have somewhere to be. So, often, you’ll wake up to his eyes peering at you and have a moment of panic because, at first, it’s ever so slightly terrifying. Soon you get used to it, and when your eyes flutter open and he isn’t looking at you, you will take the opportunity to watch him instead. He doesn’t need you to be tangled together as you sleep and wake up. Just the fact you’re so close together, sharing a bed and privy to each other’s most vulnerable state, is meaningful enough for him. Mornings are soft and sweet, lingering touches and even longer-lasting looks, quiet bliss as you escape into your own world for a bit longer until the day drags you away. Wouldn’t mind too much if one of you had to get up before the other, but the mornings you did spend lazing in bed until the other came around are his favourite.
There was nothing particularly special about the dress you wearing, having wore it many times in the past. Really it was a last minute choice after your friend had called and asking if you and mark would attend her baby shower.
Had you known a week prior, you would have took the time to find something new.
Mark thought it was cute, watching as you kept flattening the ruffled skirt while staring back at your reflection. He laughed however when you chose to pair it with air force ones and matching socks.
Your words being, “cause I don’t have time for heels.”
Sneakers and a dress mark has never seen before but strangely enough, you make it work.
The whole shower mark spends with his hand either laced with yours or solemnly resting on your lower back as you greeted everyone.
He pays even close attention to whenever your arms were raised, which caused your dress to rise up too, enough to where he could see your mid thighs. He can’t help his mind as it begins to wonder.
He saw earlier when you had lathered up in his favorite lotion that always made your skin super smooth to the touch and radiates a warm glow.
Mark bites his lip, thinking of how badly he wants to be in between them— with your legs wrapped around his waist while squeezing them in his grasp.
‘Fuck.’ He curses under his breath, feeling the front of his jeans tighten around his growing bugle.
He then excuse himself to the kitchen to keep his “problem” from the eyes of adolescents that were running around, and whips out his phone with haste, trying to pull up your contact.
I need you. Was all his text said before hitting sends.
What if you didn’t get it? Was he supposed to then? His mind rambles as he paces but stops when hearing approaching footsteps.
“Mark?” Your voice calls out to him, seeming as though you were trying to find him.
“Mark? Mark where-”
You panicked, feeling an arm stretch over your waist and a hand covering your mouth while pulling you into the direction towards itself.
“Shh baby. It’s just me.” Mark speaks low against the shell of your ear, causing to you to relax knowing it wasn’t some random guy.
Before you get the chance to scowl him, he spins you around in his arms and smashes his lips against yours, taking you by surprise.
It wasn’t aggressive per say but you could definitely sense the neediness in the way his lips moved, causing you melt right into him, body curving in to his while his hands desperately scattered to grab whatever they came in contact with.
The kiss was so hot, he moans in your mouth at the feeling of your fingers pressing into the nape of his neck, drawing him inhumanly possible closer to you— wanting absolutely no space left between you.
He’s so intoxicated with how you felt against him, he can’t help but want more.
Pulling away with a loud smooch, he brings you over to an empty counter, turning you around once again so you’re facing away from him and bends you over it.
“Mark-”
“I’m sorry baby but I need this. You look so beautiful in your dress today.” He says and leans over you to litter kisses along your jaw.
God, the scent of you was driving him crazy.
His hand then comes to bottom of your dress, hiking the skirt on top of your ass, exposing the black lacy thong that was underneath.
You yelped when you felt his hand smack your cheek and soothing it with a gentle rub.
“You gotta be a good girl for me and not make any noise. You can do that right? I know you can.”
Next thing you know, mark’s cock is out of his jeans so fast and pulls your underwear aside before slipping inside of you. Luckily his hand was covering your mouth, otherwise anyone standing near would be able to hear the moan you let out.
No matter how many time you have sex, you will never be able to get used to his size. He always fills you up so nicely, making you feeling whole.
Good thing he has his hand covering your mouth, otherwise anyone standing by would be able out the lewd sounds as mark’s hips begin to rock into you.
Mark bites his lip to cover his own moan.
The first few thrust are slow, allowing you to get use to him. If you were home, he would have gladly taken his time with you to make the moment last.
But since you weren’t, he knows he’s gotta be quick. After all, you were in the middle of your best friend’s kitchen where anybody could walk in and see him blowing your back out.
He hears you whine something against his hand and removes it just for a sec for you to speak, “what was that?”
“I said please hurry. I’m getting so close.”
Mark chuckles, “already? Am I making you feel that good?”
Whining again, he’s quick to silence you by planting his mouth over yours in a feverish kiss.
By the way you started squeezing around him, he knew you weren’t lying about being close. Seeing you in your current state, dress pushed up pass your hips as you lay idly against the counter and watching his cock disappear into your tight pussy with each thrust,
“Fuck.” Mark groans against your shoulder, feeling himself get close as well.
He then moves a hand in front of you, attaching it your clit, stimulating it to put you over the edge faster.
“Mark, I’m-”
“I know. Come for me baby.”
You don’t have to be told twice. Letting go, mark feels your body stiffen underneath him as your orgasm washes over you.
He groans at the way you pulsated around him, as if you were sucking him to a deeper place in you, encouraging his own orgasm, spilling his seed inside you.
Once riding out both of your highs, mark pulls out and puts your panties back in place to keep any cum from slipping out.
He also tucks himself back in his pants and takes you in his arms again, humming contently as he swayed you.
“You’re crazy you know? For wanting to have sex in the middle of the kitchen.” You tell him, earning a chuckle.
“I don’t remember you pushing me away, meaning you’re just as crazy as I am.” And that earns him a slap to the shoulder, causing him to laugh more.
Preview: “I didn’t know you were such a conservative alpha.” Your friend interrupts your thoughts. Breaking your gaze from shifting about. Continuing to pretend you could care less about the current gathering taking place.
“I’m not. I don’t like Jungwoo. He’s too pretty to be an alpha, too nice. Too obnoxious, loud, always bouncing around with that smile..” You scoff. Stealing a glance at the newly presented member of your pack. Currently lifted up in the air. Everyone celebrating his first knot, except you. “This is some glitch, there’s no way he’s an alpha.”
“He is, and you really like him.”
Pairing: alpha Jungwoo x alpha female reader
Word Count: 6k+
Genre: non-traditional a/b/o, pwp, M/F, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, mild angst, f-f-fluf-🥴, one shot
“Jungwoo presented.” Johnny says flatly. Shooting you an almost nervous look. “He’s been asking for you.”
“That’s great!” You shoot up ready to charge inside of the cabin. Dropping the towel from your shoulders you’d been drying off with.
Johnny halts your eagerness with a hand clamping over your shoulder. He sighs pathetically, patting you to ease the news.
“He’s in rut.”
Your head spins hard enough to crack you neck. Giving a new definition to ‘rears its ugly head’. Pausing with a look of shock.. disgust.
“What did you just say??”
Johnny rolls his eyes, releasing another sigh. This one emitted with disappointment.
“He’s an Alpha.” Johnny stands tall, looming a head above you. Using his stature to remind you of hierarchy within your pack. “Don’t act so surprised. You knew deep down inside he’d never be an Omega.”
“Jungwoo an Alpha? That’s not possible..”
Not Jungwoo, anyone but Jungwoo.
Not Jungwoo who took care of you with small details he picked up by listening and observing. Jungwoo who peeled frozen fruit for you. Always picking the little chunks of bitter white skin from tangerines.
“Why do you like them frozen?” You’d ask him. Laughing as he licked the juice that dripped down his forearm. Watching him perform the innocent minded act had your heart fluttering. Despite his awkward battle with puberty, there was no denying how pretty he looked doing just about anything.
“I like the way frozen fruit feels sliding down my throat.” He answered. Lips plump and red now from sucking the hardened sweetness dripping sticky into his palm.
A perfect specimen for a future Omega. Your future Omega. Jungwoo had the characteristics after all. A delicate frame with limbs too long for his prepubescent teenage build. Sharp feline eyes adorned with a natural wing giving him a subtle sultry appearance. Softened whenever he’d smile, always laughing in a high pitch that played like Christmas bells to your ears.
His teeth always peaked out. Whether due to his bright smile— carrying no weight of pain to hold back from showing off all of his teeth. Or from when he’d be too deep in thought. Front two teeth sunk into his pouting lower lip. Nibbling his way through a rush of anxious thoughts.
Everything about him was cute, really. Until one day it wasn’t.
It became harder and harder to ignore the way his shoulders broadened day by day. Legs stretching sky high by now. Jungwoo once was just about your height, now having to crane your neck to get a good look at him. Even then you dreamt of the day he’d present as an Omega.
There had been no doubt in your heart the boy swinging from a tire you’d helped him tie up to a tree trunk would be yours to claim one day. A good strong Omega to proudly show off, that had to be Jungwoo’s destiny.
Jungwoo. An Alpha. A fucking Alpha..
The thought left a metallic taste in your mouth. Most likely from gnawing roughly at the sides of your tongue frustrated.
He was supposed to make this easy for you. Having to fight back every urge to mate him until he’d presented. With his mother an Alpha and father an Omega, it seemed like the only plausibility. Already planning out the future you would build together. Plotting a spot for where your cabin would be built. A perfect area near the lake for your future pups to run around much like you and Jungwoo had.
You presented three years prior already. Staving off any pinching desire to take an assertive role in your relationship. Jungwoo never seemed to mind.
“I assumed you’d be really exhausted after your first rut.” He smiles widely. Presenting you with a basket of various fruits and snacks. “I drove out to the city side yesterday to pick up some of your favorites. You need to gain your strength back so I can beat you fairly in the swim this weekend.”
You snort, peeling skin off a juicy grape out of habit. Playfully nudging into his shoulder too hard- “I hate embarrassing you every time.”
“Pft, that stupid alpha strength that makes you faster. Just wait, I’m going to catch up to you soon enough.” Jungwoo puffs his chest out. Tossing a grape up to catch, and missing. Blushing as he brushes away the moisture left on his cheek. Grape rolling away near the edge of the lake. “Maybe not too soon.”
“I’ll just let you win.” You shrug, swiping your thumb over the stickiness left behind on his jaw after devouring an apple.
Jungwoo pauses, holding his breath. His lips curl up to the side, forming a subtle wolfish grin. “You’d let me win? Kind of sounds like something you do when you like someone.”
His cheek buries closer to your hand before you can pull away. Nuzzling like a kitten seeking attention.
“Or something you do for your friends?” You dispute, moving away nervously.
Jungwoo chased after your hold until his head plopped to lay on your lap. Hair fanning out resembling dog ears. Coining the nickname ‘puppy’ around the pack when one of the elders noted his bouncy tendrils. Framing around his head shape like two floppy puppy ears as he bound about the reserve.
His eyes fluttered shut, holding back a coquettish smile. Mischievous, harmless flirting had escalated the more years passed. Jungwoo dropped hints here and there. Never failing to mention how you always chose him to team up with despite his reputation of losing. While the other alphas stuck together, you stuck to Jungwoo.
The day his family joined your pack, he immediately intimidated you. Even as a child he walked with a commanding presence. Everyone oooh and aww’d over his breathtaking refined features.
An icy stare that seemed to wobble as he took in his new home. Plump pink lips pouting to the side after greeting the elders politely. The pack omegas fawning over his creamy skin and lustrous white locks.
It was hard to keep his gaze that first day. Jungwoo became at home over the next weeks. Slowly the hinges on his shell loosened as he found friends to bond with. He’d always been athletic, adventurous, and eager to make others laugh. No problem with gaining attention and love from all.
His charming goofy innocence caught you off guard the first time you officially met. A laugh loud enough to drown out the overbearing pounding in your chest. He made you nervous in inexplicable ways. Sweating from wrist to fingertips the longer he smiled at you.
Despite his fairy God resemblance, he calms your nerves with jokes that oftentimes make no sense. The lack of embarrassment presented only encouraged your fascination. How could someone be so perfect, angelic and caring in the most natural way. While others struggled to maintain their solitude day in and day out, Jungwoo never seemed phased.
“How can you not be nervous?” You’d ask him. Studying together for a weekly exam of pack rankings. Between mythology, hunting, obstacle courses, medical treatments and various duties to train for it felt like carrying the world on your shoulders most days. Changing your appreciation for all the work contributed by omega, betas, and alphas alike.
“I used to get nervous all the time in our old pack. I’d cry even, sometimes throw up.” Jungwoo admits with a shrug. “I realized we all have a place here. Some alphas are better hunters, some omegas will birth 5 pups while others only 1. Either way there is no right or wrong. We all belong here for a reason beyond our understanding.”
“That’s a really good way to think about it.” You ponder it over. Imagining Jungwoo as one of the omegas herding all the young pups. “With how relaxed and easy you are to get along with, I bet you’ll make a great instructor for the pups someday.”
Jungwoo smiles widely, lifting a brow. “Isn’t that typically reserved for only omegas?”
“My instructors were always omegas. I suppose it could vary from pack to pack.”
“So, you think I’ll present as an omega?” His brows furrowed together in question. Your mouth left gaping momentarily realizing the implication.
“It’s a possibility, for me too, right?”
“Not likely.” Jungwoo hums. “For you. Your parents are both alphas. Genetics tend to play a strong hand in your placement.”
“Two alphas can birth omegas though. It’s happened in our pack before.” You inform him. Jungwoo’s head tilts to the side, an indecipherable look dawning his features.
“What do you think about that?” His lips pout as he asks. “Your parents are both alphas..”
“I don’t think it can work.” Your eyes lower, scratching at the wooden table top. Sharing a usual private conversation after dinner when everyone else had cleared out. “They argued a lot. Father expected my mother to take over the household like an Omega.”
“Is that why..” Jungwoo trails off, waiting for you to quietly nod.
“They had a big fight one day.. when I woke up the next morning she’d already left.” You frown, sniffing away the itch reaching the backs of your eyes.
“It could work.” Jungwoo nods. Apprehensively reaching for your nape, kneading his long fingers into your tensed muscle. “Compromise is really important. If you really love your mate, I think you’d do anything to keep them happy.”
“Agree to disagree.” You smooth his touch off. Eyeing over his naturally illuminated soft appearance. “Besides, that’s not something I think I’ll ever have to deal with.”
Johnny’s fingers snap in your face, crackling your muddled thoughts. Shaking your head to unblur your gaze, you apply pressure to your temples. Shoving your alphas inner monologue aside.
“You’re not seriously going to let him endure this alone?” Johnny asks again. Unimpressed, showing how let down he is with an angry wrinkle between his brows.
“How could I possibly help him?!” You groan, stepping aside. Johnny grabbing a hold on your elbow. “He needs an omega!”
“He needs you.” He echoes sternly. Shoving a bottle of thick clear liquid at your stomach. His foot taps at your ankle, maneuvering you to walk forward toward the rut cabin.
“You abandon him, you lose everything.” He mutters, leaving you at the front door.
Deep down inside you knew Johnny was right. From simply cracking the door open you’re hit with the pungent scent of rose petals. Hints of orange blossoms, a faint taste of bitter bergamot. Bitter from an anguish, a longing for one's mate. You stand at the hallway entrance afflicted. Jungwoo’s moans grow louder, pitchy and stressed.
The sound of your name cascades from his pretty lips. Levitating your figure closer to the room at the end of the hall. It feels like the walls are closing in, shrinking around you. The door pulsates to the beat of your heart, magnifying your dilemma.
Jungwoo may not forgive you for neglecting him in his time of need, but could you forgive yourself? Your friendship would never be the same again.
Jungwoo could sense your presence, picking up on your scent even as you stood out on the porch. Twisting the door handle in your sweaty palm anxiously. Each lick at his lips carried traces of your aroma. Sending his cock into an erratic spasm, just enough to finally release a string of cum.
The distraught cry for help has you opening the door. Creeking as it sluggishly parts open.
Jungwoo’s the absolute vision of an angel, sitting atop a pile of pillowy clouds. No nest in sight, nothing as you had dreamt for his first heat to go. Splatters of cum stain the headboard, nightstand, splashed across his chest. He’s drenched, skin rubbed raw from wiping constant sweat away with a filthy towel. Even through his agony he’s beautiful.
His waist arches in with a deep inhale of your scent. Hunching forward releasing enough cum to fountain out of his clutched fist. Screaming through the exertion, his eyes crease roughly. Tears streak down his ruddy cheeks, meeting at the center of his tall neck. Its looks more like a glaze of sweet sugar than sweat, good enough to lick and suck on for hours.
A culmination of every desire you’ve ever held back, wanted, needed, turns your feet to blocks of ice. Struggling to step closer. Until the tips of your fingers meet Jungwoo’s buried into the edge of the bed. His knuckles look painful to touch, red and peeling from fighting himself through the rut.
Jungwoo said compromise, do anything to keep your mate happy. How could he ever understand that now? He’d only claim you, strip you of your pride. Shame you until you’re nothing but a tainted pathetic excuse of an alpha.
It only seemed logical to draw back. Your nerves incinerated nonetheless, yearning to give in. Lay down and present yourself for him to take and own. The bottle of lube clatters behind your burning legs, pounding through your skull to drown out Jungwoo’s betrayed screams. His guttural cries for help, for you.
You ran away. Deep into the woods until you could no longer recognize the grounds surrounding. A stupid choice, one motivated by fear. One that felt like bullets bursting through your chest. Wind hitting like icicles the faster your paws stampede. Having to shift into form once your legs gave out.
‘It’s his fault.’ You continuously repeat to yourself. If you lie enough, you will eventually start to believe it.
Nightfall felt like a deathly cold, proper after what you’d just done. Unable to catch a wink of sleep as you felt every emotion at once.
This walk of shame back to the reservation was not the one you’d anticipated after Jungwoo presented. Cursing the moon Gods as branches clawed your flesh on the walk back. ‘I probably deserved that.’
You tolerated the pain searing up your thighs after 5 miles. Showing up in form would only encourage gossip within the pack. Weakening your image to another stereotypical alpha female who can’t control her emotions.
“I see you’re back.” Your friend greets you with a frustrated tense brow. “Lucky for you, everyones been busy arranging for our new alpha. I covered your ass with some lie that you fell ill.”
“Thanks. I guess.” You mutter ungratefully. Taking a seat at one of the many lunch tables set up around the reservation. Most days allowed perfect weather to enjoy meals outside under the sun. The idea now leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
Jungwoo has always been by your side. Every meal, learning lessons together, staying out past your curfews to lay side by side. Pondering the future out loud as stars filled up the darkened sky above.
Hours of discussing your dreams, of starting your own families. Raising a busload of strong pups, enough to form your own pack and begin a new life. In the back of your mind Jungwoo had always been the one you envisioned the years to come with.
No one else felt right.
“I didn’t know you were such a conservative alpha.” Your friend interrupts your thoughts. Breaking your gaze from shifting about. Continuing to pretend you could care less about the current gathering taking place.
“I’m not. I don’t like Jungwoo. He’s too pretty to be an alpha, too nice. Too obnoxious, loud, always bouncing around with that smile..” You scoff. Stealing a glance at the newly presented member of your pack. Currently lifted up in the air. Everyone celebrating his first knot, except you. “This is some glitch, there’s no way he’s an alpha.”
“He is, and you really like him.” Your friend rolls her eyes still scorned by the emotional lash out you displayed yesterday. “There’s nothing wrong with liking another alpha, you know.”
“That’s easy for you to say, Omega.” You sneer. Offense streaks her delicate face instantly from the tone.
“For someone who desperately wished to the Moon Gods for your precious angel Jungwoo to be an Omega, you certainly have no respect for us.” She retorts, gathering up her jacket to leave. “I don’t know why I worried for your safety. You proved yesterday how little you care for your supposed love.”
She stomps off leaving your throat dried. All of the moisture welling up to the backs of your eyes. Shaking it off as a humiliating sign of weakness.
Jungwoo must have spotted you, by now able to pick up on your scent with ease. Every pack member is distinct, but nothing compared to yours.
“Hey..” he approaches quietly. Hands stuffed inside the pockets of snuggly fitted jeans. His shoulders hunch in, as if he still hopes you see him as an innocent Jungwoo. Your innocent Jungwoo. “You look..”
“Yea.” You cough. Blinking back droplets perched at the rims of your eyes away. “Me? What about you. I hardly even recognize you anymore.”
You try to smile, lip trembling too hard to mask. Sighing with a turn, you stare out into the lake. The suns high enough to paint beautiful patterns between ripples of blues. Blue like the ice freezing around your heart.
Jungwoo sits at your side. Back stiffened, his shoulders still too tight to come off relaxed. Fingernails dig into his knee caps, scratching at the rough fabric of his jeans. “About yesterday.”
“Let’s not talk about that.” You smile again, albeit weakly. Gnawing at your lower lip with a shake of your head. “It’s not important.”
“I— Goddess, what do you mean it’s not important?” Jungwoo’s fear dissipates. Long torso turning to face you fully, his brows bunch together. A tiny flash of anger passes through his iris making you curl in uncomfortably. Jungwoo never got angry with you. “I called for you yesterday. You..”
His lips part, reddened and chapped more than usual after such an excruciating ordeal. Skin flushed and bright, radiant as if he’d just spent the last 24 hours getting off— probably because he had. The image fills your head vividly. Trying to erase the memory best you could with your run.
Jungwoo tensed torturously. Gripping at the bedding punishingly, enough to contort every muscle in his limbs. Veins pulsing vibrantly, beating in your ear as you stood there glued in place. The near demented lustful gaze he watched you with. Growling your name, circling around the base of his length viciously.
The haunting image burned through your retina. Lighting flames that erupted past your brain. Burning down your esophagus, leaving a path of destruction. Successfully blazing way through your arteries, nestled where your heart once beat on its own. Now controlled by the object of your desire.
Your alpha inside claws at the center of your chest. Set to open an entrance for Jungwoo to come in. Run together side by side as mates should for an eternity. In life and days to come on the moon after.
“Are you even listening to me?” Jungwoo’s tone raises. Nothing like the high-pitched sweet one he always used with you. This one hurt, rushing air to your nasal cavity that stung beneath your eyes.
“I..I have nothing.” You begin to stutter, lowering your gaze to the ground. Lying to Jungwoo had never been your expertise. “N-nothing to s-say.”
“You deny me everything in favor of your alpha ego?” His face falls, stupefied. Scooting back as if being near you hurts. “You would rather run away from me than give me a chance?”
“We have no chance.” You swallow, calming yourself to respond. Brushing off the ache ripping at your vocal chords. “I don’t know why you called for me—“
“Because I like you!” Jungwoo shouts. Startling you as he shoots up, throwing his hands in the air. “You know that! You’ve waited for me to present all this time, for what?! To drop me like a piece of garbage because I’m not what you wanted?!”
“I can’t be with another alpha!” Your fists ball up. Standing to maintain your dominance. Jungwoo hovering more than a head above you only sinks the knife deeper.
“Is that all I am to you now?” Anger swerves to bitterness easily. A sense of betrayal takes over Jungwoo’s heart. Tongue shoved at the roof of his mouth to cool down.
“These types of relationships are frowned upon and you know that! They don’t work, it goes against our biology!” Tremors sky rocket throughout your limbs. Slapping at your thigh to control weakness from showing itself.
You had to get away from him, he’d break you with those anguished pretty eyes. Soft blue fading, breaking into blackened empty pools the more you deny him.
“But.. you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” His voice cracks. Stilling you with bloodshot eyes, a single tear spilling down. Sliding way past the crevice of his nose to the plump middle of his lips. “This, I never..”
“We’re friends.” You manage to say. Clenching your toes to the soles of your sneakers for some sort of traction. “Whatever it is you thought. You were mistaken.”
He huffs, sucking air through his nose. Eyelashes bat away the moisture gathering quickly. Tilting his chin up not allowing another tear to escape.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He says with a shake of his head. Silky hair bounces, flowing around his distressed features. Itching your fingertips to reach out and touch. Eager to coo at your puppy.
He takes a few steps back, sniffing. Wringing the hem of his shirt into a wrinkled up mess. Gaze trained on his scuffed up high tops.
“That might be what hurts the most.”
He looks at you, saddened. Repeatedly hitting the protective ice wall surrounding your heart with a hammer. Your lips lock together, clenching your hands behind your back where he can’t see.
Jungwoo nods at your lack of response. Turning on his heel to enjoy the meal specially prepared for him today by the pack omegas. No doubt many who would flirt, do their best to charm him with what they contributed.
It tore you up to even think about it. Best to hole up in your cabin, wither away for the next week, month maybe. He would have to move on eventually.
You wondered how you’d be able to.
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Wither away is exactly what you did. Making sure to be extra nice to your friend for bringing you meal leftovers. Jungwoo wasn’t stupid, he knew you were avoiding him. He seemed busy at least, beginning to hunt with the rest of the alphas. All the while you stayed behind, feigning illness.
“Everyone knows you’re lying. Johnny’s saying you’re a giant groveling cry baby.” She informs you when dropping off todays dinner stew.
“Yea, that sounds like Johnny.” You lament. Your reputation as a strong alpha would take a blow after this dramatic act. “He’s not wrong I suppose.”
“Jungwoo still comes to your defense.” Her eyes rolled. Cleaning up the mess your quaint kitchen has become over the past few weeks. “You still have a chance to save your friendship, I think. He seems to be handling it well.”
“I’m sure he is. Bet all the omegas are throwing heavily scented clothing at him these days.” You bite out bitterly. The time apart hadn’t done much, despite the effort you put forth.
“Maybe if they weren’t all terrified of a big bad wolf currently caged up, preparing to maul any who dare breathe in their alphas direction.” She jests. Your neck audibly snaps, twisting too fast to glare at her. Receiving a mock with her fists balled, paired with a horrified shriek. “See!”
“He’s not my alpha! I am the alpha.” You correct her adamantly. She erupts in giggles, hoisting a bag of trash over her shoulder.
“You’re his alpha, he’s your alpha, whatever. Enough of this ego bullshit.” She pauses at your door. “You know, rumor is Jungwoo has one of the fattest knots. You might want to get your claws in there before some bold omega beats you to it.”
Fattest knot? You scoff out loud. Now why would that matter to you. You’ve never taken a knot.
It’s not as if all you could think about for the past 23 days was how Jungwoo’s fingers could barely conceal his length. It’s not as if you recalled every single time he held onto you after a swim. Trunks clinging to his thighs, something rather thick and solid between, nestled against your hip.
Picturing his already notable size expanding to be even larger at the base had possibly kept you awake every night since. Rutting against your pillows, croaking out for your alpha to save you. To ruin you.
Would Jungwoo wait for you? What if some bold omegas really are currently plotting? scheming a deviant plan to seduce him for good. Maybe your friend had a point, manipulative little..
She was right, you could still salvage your relationship. Even if it meant apologizing to another alpha.. no no, your friend. Jungwoo is your friend before just an alpha. Friends should have no issue with apologies like this. Pride and ego should be the last of your concerns.
Taking in your appearance at a mirror near your front door halts your actions. Grimacing as you spot the tangled mess your hairs become. Skin tired, lips dry, your under eyes hollowed out from lack of sleep.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a better day to find Jungwoo. After a long shower, and good nights rest. Goddess forbid your alph— Jungwoo, sees you in such a state.
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“Wow!” Johnny gasps, landing a large palm on your shoulder. “The tale of the crypt keeper wasn’t a fable after all?! Ah, the pups are in for a shock!”
“You’re literally not funny.” You glare, pinching at his stomach.
“You literally have no sense of humor.” Johnny fakes a laugh. A ‘ha-ha’ as he pushes you to walk alongside him to the lake. “You never laugh at any of my jokes.”
“Yeah, because you aren’t funny.” You go on provoking him. “I laugh at Jungwoo’s jokes.”
Johnny chuckles, nodding ahead- “That’s because you’re in love with him.”
“I am not!” You deadpan following Johnny’s gaze.
Jungwoo moves like a slow-motion euphoric fantasy. Wet platinum white locks land around his face. Shaking off water as he emerges from the lake like an energized puppy. He’s dazzling in nothing but sleek swim trunks. Too small for his much larger frame. His shoulders have broadened even more, alpha testosterone speeding his growth progress. He’s filled out nicely, etching his muscles to perfection.
“You sure about that, alpha?” Johnny smirks. Flicking your chin with some muttered mention of ‘drool’.
Jungwoo’s too mesmerizing, capturing your complete focus. Releasing intense pangs of want, your pheromones go wild. Reaching far enough to tickle his nose as he reaches for a towel. His gaze drifts, struck as he spots you. A small hint of smile perks his cheeks. Golden with hues of pink blurring above from hours in the sun, only enhancing how lush his mouth is.
“Can’t believe this.” Johnny mumbles, sounding distant. “He really just triggered your rut.”
Jungwoo’s expression quickly changes to one of concern. He runs toward you. Everything goes black.
When you come to, it’s in an all too familiar room.
The rut cabin.
Jungwoo triggered your rut.
“You’re awake.” Your weighted down eyelids flutter. Jungwoo’s sat at your side. Dabbing a wet cloth around your face to cool down your raging hot skin. His scents everywhere, mixing with yours turning the small cabin room into a garden of eden. It’s light, airy, soothing. Inducing a drug-like state, provoking a growl to rumble in your chest.
“Jungwoo. Leave.” You demand. Pupils blown wide as your gaze lifts. Veins branch up Jungwoo’s throat pulsing fiercely. Controlled, just barely.
He clears his throat, gathering moisture. Crossing his legs to hide the tent bulging his dried swim shorts. “You’ve been calling for me.”
He moves serenely, setting the cloth aside near a bowl of chilled water. Standing up with a crack of his neck and rolling his shoulders back. Jungwoo stares you down, unreadable, still controlled.
“If you ask me to leave again, I will.” He shudders, words ringing more as a warning. “I will stay, I will take care of you.”
Sitting up hurts, clutching at the lower part of your stomach. Heat seers, coiling up your abdomen. Jungwoo sits back down leaving no space between your hips.
“We shouldn’t..”
“Ask me to leave then.” He says with more confidence. Tapping your chin up until you look at him.
“No.”
Jungwoo says nothing. Leaning in close, brushing the tips of your noses together. He cups your face as you start to slide away.
“Just..” you break into pleading. Rolling your face side to side for his warm palms to rub your cheeks. “Don’t hurt me. I’m easier to break than I appear.”
“I’ll only hurt you the way you want, alpha.” He stops your nervous banter with a gentle kiss. Soft plush lips steal your breath, triggering the need to take control. You move to straddle his narrow hips, gripping at his air dried hair. Remnants of dirt from the lake cling to his scalp.
Kissing Jungwoo is nothing you could have expected. He demands control with a mouth larger than yours, it happens naturally. Pulling at his hair as your fingers tangle through. He squeaks cutely, sighing between your lips. Dragging you down to lay on top of him. Tongue snaking past your lips, licking at the insides of your teeth. Hungry to remember how you taste and feel everywhere.
“Need to be inside you alpha.” His hips rut up to emphasize. Hardened size pressing against your clothed mound. Sweatpants you’d thrown on earlier feel constricting now. Rolling down to feel how thick he is. It’s nerve-wracking at first.
“I don’t..” you start to pant. Sweat trickles down your chest, lighting up in a dry smoke the more it travels down. “I’m not…I don’t make slick.”
Jungwoo stops only for a few seconds, pushing up one side of his hip until you’re underneath him. He pulls your sweats and underwear off together. Smacking your thighs until you lift up. Struggling at your ankles to strip you free. He’s working fast, turning you on, smiling as you watch him curse and throw your clothing away.
“I’ll take care of that.” Jungwoo holds you down by your inner thighs. Mouth opening over your cunt. Tongue licking up a fat stripe. His nose drags down to your entrance smearing wetness left behind from his tongue. “You smell so good alpha. Love how you smell.”
You whine, attempting to wrench out of his hold. Overpowered for the first time in bed, eliciting a new sensation. There’s no point in fighting it as Jungwoo’s tongue wiggles past your hole, grunting and smacking your thighs, coaxing you to loosen up.
His nose scrunches up cutely lapping way through your hole. Jungwoo works his tongue in and out until you’re relaxed enough to slide a long finger in. Gathering saliva at the back of his throat, he spits, rolling the excess between your folds.
“Alp—…Jungwoo.” You hold back. Lifting against his hold to gain more. Arousal built up enough by now. “Fuck me. Please, I can take it.”
He spits a few more times before standing up. Undoing his trunks swiftly. Jungwoo steps out of his shorts, kicking them aside. You gasp from the way the tip of his cock reaches the middle of his torso. It’s even bigger than you’d started to picture from the glimpse you got.
“You’re really…s’too big. I-I…maybe..I don’t know if I can.” You start to ramble again. Grabbing at his hips to pull him closer anyway. Nose dragging across his balls with a deep inhale. The scent of orange blossoms and roses is most prominent there, filling your lungs an overwhelming amount.
“Turn over.” He sighs. Your lips dragging up to the tip. Tonguing at his slit and dropping a wad of drool. He spits into his palm, stroking it up and down his length. “Present yourself for me, alpha.”
It’s not meant to mock you, maybe. Draining humiliation through your limbs. You ignore it, getting on all fours with a shy glance over your shoulder. Arching your back deeper to perch your ass up for him.
Large palms land on your bottom firmly. Roughly digging into the meaty flesh, Jungwoo groans lowly behind you. Pussy glistening with his spit, begging to be filled.
“Please..” you purr, swiveling your hips.
“Please what?” His eyes go half-lidded. Cock lining up to your entrance. Smacking at your ass firmly.
“Please Jungwoo! Please! I can’t!”
His lips thin, unresponsive. Ramming forward with one quick thrust that sends your head to bury into the bed. Sinking his length into the hilt until you bounce back slightly. Silently begging him to move.
He’s bigger than any you’ve taken. Big enough to make you forget who you are. Not holding back, Jungwoo pulls out to the tip, ramming forward hard enough to send you flying. Your arms bend, collapsing onto your chest out of breath.
Jungwoo clutches at your hair, tightening his grip harshly. Your neck cracks as he yanks you back. Wrapping his other around your throat in an unforgiving squeeze.
“My pretty alpha, too pretty to let me ruin you aren’t you?” His digits clutch at your neck. Squealing with short breaths. Jungwoo’s hips never slow down, burying the entirety of his cock deep inside. Lower stomach extending out as each inch passes between your walls.
Jungwoo’s size was proving to be a real challenge with each snap of his hips. Circling around your throat harder until you’re gagging. Spilling spit and tears for him. He’s not gentle about it, quick thrust only speeding up. Murmuring how well you take his cock.
“Look at you.” His hold in your hair shakes until your eyes roll up. Watching him in a blurry haze from upside down. Releasing your neck, his fingers move quickly to your opened mouth. Forcing three of them in until you choke and cough. “Such a fucking messy alpha.”
His glares intense, tugging you back until you bend into a nasty arch. Cock hitting deep at a new angle. Trembling through your thighs with each thrust. Your alpha inside howls, eagerly shoving your hips back to meet him.
“Who gets you like this?” He asks, dragging his fingers out on your cheeks. Spreading your tears and spit all over.
“Jung-jungwoo.”
He lets out a sound of disapproval between shaky breaths. Patting your cheek with a grunt. His bicep lodges under your chin pulling your back flush against his chest. Seated on his cock thrusting up relentlessly.
“Alpha!” You scream abruptly, reaching out into the air. Eyes nearly dropping from your sockets. Jungwoo growls, fucking up into you faster. Palm lowering to cover the distended area on your stomach. Spiking his need to knot you and fill you until you’re dripping his cum.
His cock ruts inside, frantically. Eyes rolling back when you finally say it. Finally call for him, your alpha.
Jungwoo’s gentle to pull out, easing you down onto your back. Wasting no time to return between your thighs. You cling to his shoulders and hips like a vine. Helping you throw your limbs around. He holds onto the base of his length, burying back in at a different angle.
“Ah!” You squirm up. Using your little bit of energy to tug him in closer. Breaking into whimpers, he feels even bigger in this position. Pistoning his hips forward until your ass pressed to his groin. “Alpha! Too big, you’re too big.”
Your body bounces up the bed with each thrust. Jungwoo’s gaze concentrated on where you connect. How the skin above your navel pokes out.
“You’re taking it so good alpha.” He moans. Forehead landing on yours, messily kissing at the corners of your lips.
“I’m, fuck! Jungwoo! I’m gonna cum!“ you shout. Lower half lurching up to fuck him back. Jungwoo licking up your tears promptly in response sends you spiraling. Breath leaving you in broken little gasps. Your thighs close around him trying to shut. Jungwoo fucking you through the orgasm, nearly losing it and cumming. Pussy milking him with each thrust to a dizzying point.
“Bite me, come on, hurt me. Hurt me like I hurt you alpha.” He pulls you closer, keeping you from fading away. Face dropping to your cheek, licking and huffing. Your teeth miss his scent gland, too fucked out, desperate to mark up the entire column of his throat.
His thrusts speed up full of vigor with each bite. Hissing and groaning as you draw up blood. Suckling, only mildly satisfied when you see reds and purples bloom. Determined to leave him painted like a stunning wreck. Enough for all to know who he belongs to. Enough to please you whenever his head drops back. Proudly showing off the mark of his alpha.
“Feel me inside you for the rest of your life.” He lets out a throaty sigh. Nearing closer to his climax. Cock lodging deep inside as his knot begins to form. Still managing to thrust in until your hole resists the stretch. Chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to relax. Too fucked out and high off Jungwoo to prevent another mindless orgasm.
“Fill you up with our pups. Breed you everyday until you can’t walk anymore alpha.” Jungwoo scurries to find your hands. Holding them above your heads, nearly breaking your knuckles with a deadly grip. Cock spilling loads as his knot grinds. Full and stretched beyond belief. You nod silently asking for more, too strung out to emit clear words anymore.
“Alpha..my alpha” you faintly whisper. Jungwoo lifts you to sit in his lap comfortably until his knot deflates. Tickling the ridges of your spine and kissing up your cheek to your ear.
“Can I tell you a secret?“ he mumbles. Vocals reverberating through your mind.
“Hmm..” your eyes fall shut ready to fall asleep. Wondering if this is the same bliss omegas experienced. No complaints about it yourself. Jungwoo leans back, keeping you close. Quietly continuing to talk as you begin to slumber.
“I would have kept trying. I was never going to give up on you.” He smiles to himself. Knot slowly inching its way down. “Anything to keep you happy. I’d submit to you everytime.”
if boo seungkwan was a season he would right now. late summer where the days start drifting out faster and faster but the leaves hold true. he's the hint of a bitter chill after the lighting shifts. he's the last one to say goodbye to when the heat of the day wears out. he's that last day at the amusement park when you should have brought a sweater because _shit_ it's getting cold again. boo is the current moment, right between an iced coffee and a warm blanket.
⎻ the tales of wasted phone calls, drunken escapades, late-night confessions and heartbreak; a 13 part mini-series inspired by the 2013 album by arctic monkeys.
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DO I WANNA KNOW? by CHOI SEUNGCHEOL
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ONE FOR THE ROAD by BOO SEUNGKWAN
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FIRESIDE by KWON SOONYOUNG
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SNAP OUT OF IT by LEE JIHOON
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well... happy birthday to me. I lost almost all of my writing. I'm pretty upset but I'm trying to see the positive sides of starting fresh. Plus, now I have a perfect reason to post my shit (so that it doesn't disappear ever again)
Hellooo how are you? ☺️ if your requests are still open could I request 38 + 265 (smut) for Kun (Wayv)?
Um. 👉🏻👈🏻 I may have written 2k+ words for this prompt. Easily. Do I have Kun brainrot worse than I even know? Oh god. Anyways, here you go bestie. I'm sorry it only took me 5 billion years to come back to tumblr to write it for you.
38. “You want to have sex with me?”
265. “Just let yourself go.”
“You look cute.” Kun says as he opens the passenger door to his car for you.
You smile as you plop down in the seat and wink at him. “Thanks, Kun.”
Kun, your best friend, had called you out for “lunch.” Lunch being the two of you sitting in a café with a coffee and a pastry each. That was the usual. Also like usual, you’re now sitting across from each other, sipping coffee and scrolling on your phones. Well, you’re on your phone. Kun is looking out the window you’re seated next to, people watching, bird watching, life watching. You’re perfectly content in the comfortable silence between you two, but you almost choke on your chocolate croissant when you hear Kun’s sudden question.
“You want to have sex with me?”
What? You couldn’t possibly have heard him right. You look up from your phone to find his eyes on you, but he is looking at you the way he always does. He doesn’t look expectant or even like he’s joking. He looks so casual.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Do you want to have sex with me?” Kun repeats as if he didn’t just ask you something you never thought he would ask. When several seconds pass with no response from you (because what do you even say?), he follows up his question. “Look, I need to have sex and, like I said earlier, you look cute today.”
You’re just blinking at him now. It’s not that you’re repulsed by the idea. Kun is an incredibly attractive man and definitely someone you wouldn’t mind going to bed with. It’s just that you’ve never thought of him that way because that’s not the kind of relationship you’ve had up to this point. You struggle to find your words. You don’t know what you want because this seems more complicated than he’s making it out to be.
“Did I break you?” Another question from Kun, this time accented with a small smirk on his lips. You scoff and kick him under the table. “Kun, stop teasing! You just asked me if I want to have sex with you!”
“And do you?” He tilts his head slightly, his foot now finding yours under the table. He plays with it for a moment before slowly gliding it up your lower leg, threatening to rest it on the chair between your thighs. You nibble your lip, feeling excitement bubbling in your stomach.
“I–” You start, stopping when the tip of his shoe nudges the inside of your knee, wanting to see if you’ll allow him to spread your legs just this small amount. You do. But after a few seconds of intense eye contact, you snap your legs closed and your cheeks burn red.
Kun chuckles under his breath and stands up, walking away from the table faster than you can process what just happened and where he’s going. You watch as he pays for both of your “meals,” unable to ignore the way your panties are suddenly sticking to you in a way they certainly were not before. Fuck, you do want to have sex with Kun.
And he knows it. You can tell by the way he comes back to the table, takes your hand, and says, “Let’s go.” You can tell by the way you go with him without protest, the way you let his hand rest on your thigh while he drives. You’re silent on the ride home, your mind full of Kun and all the ways he could touch you. He hums along to the music as he always does.
You look at him in shock when you realize he’s taken you back to the WayV dorm. Is he crazy? You thought he would take you back to your place or literally anywhere else. Not somewhere all his group members know you as his best friend. Not somewhere with little to no privacy. Still, you follow him inside.
All of the members that are currently in town are in the living area when you walk in. Great, you think. They all know I’m the one that’s with him.
“No one come to my room,” Kun says simply, guiding you by hand to the aforementioned room without wasting a moment for pleasantries. You smile nervously at the boys as you pass them but then you’re in Kun’s room. With the door closed. With him stepping closer to you until you hit the back of his bed and fall into a sitting position with a bounce. He smiles and leans over you, not saying a word before he presses his lips firmly against yours. His hands rest on either side of you against the mattress, helping him remain standing while also kissing you with so much intensity, your head is already spinning.
You kiss him back with equal intensity, tangling his shirt in your fists and pulling him closer to you, your legs opening to make space for him instantly. You feel the smirk on your lips. You want to punch him. You want to feel him. Your lips fall open as you feel his finger slowly grazing the inside of your thigh, inching higher and higher until it’s just teasing you now. “So, y/n, do you want to have sex with me?” His words come out in a husky whisper. You want to be mad at him for teasing you when he already knows the answer but he sounds so fucking hot, you can’t be anything but his. Now.
“God, Kun, yes.” You breathe out, your hips lifting on their own, begging for more stimulation. It’s all he needed to hear. His lips find yours again, his tongue prying them open immediately. His finger hooks into the crotch of your panties and pulls them to the side carefully but decisively. A moan falls from your lips into his mouth as you feel him gliding his finger between your folds painfully slow.
“Tsk, y/n. You’re so wet for me already and I’ve only just touched you.” He remarks against your lips, making you blush and turn your face from him. You can’t believe how easily he was able to arouse you this much. You hadn’t even thought about having sex with him before an hour ago.
“Hey.” His voice has a softer edge this time. His other hand guides your face back to him, holding your eyes as he starts to rub small circles into your clit. Your lips fall open again, your mind unable to comprehend how just this small touch can feel so good. “Just let yourself go,” he instructs, watching your every reaction to the way he touches you.
His fingers linger on your clit for a minute or two, rubbing circles, letters, probably numbers into your clit. You have never been so sensitive in your life, you’d swear it. Moans spill from your lips one after another as he inserts a finger inside you, then two. Your hips are chasing his fingers as you stare up at him, loving the way he towers over you in this moment, making you feel so small. Your moans pitch up as his fingers increase their speed, thrusting themselves into you at a pace you don’t think you can survive for even a minute. You’d have cum the second his fingers entered you if you weren’t fighting it with your entire being.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he slows his fingers, forcing you to come down a bit. He doesn’t want you to cum yet. “You sound just as cute as you look.” That’s all it takes to remind you that there are other people in the dorm. You feel embarrassed for a moment, knowing you would have tried harder to keep quiet if you had remembered, but Kun doesn’t seem to mind. Somehow, that makes you want him even more.
You whine softly as you feel his fingers pull out of you, the loss of contact making you ache. He chuckles lowly, the sound making your body vibrate with need. “So cute when you whine for me.” His strong hands grab either side of your waist and push you up onto the bed completely, climbing on top of you at the same time. He falls to your side for just long enough to peel your panties down your legs and toss them to the floor. Then he’s straddling you as he sits up on his knees, letting you watch as he removes his shirt and unzips his jeans. You’re practically salivating by the time he pulls them off with his boxers right behind.
He’s throbbing. He’s so stiff and leaking precum that you almost want to tease him now. All that talk about you being so wet for him when he hadn’t touched you yet, and look at him. You really haven’t touched him yet and he looks like he’ll cum if the wind blows the right way.
Your tongue glides over your lips as you watch him stroke himself, inching himself back between your legs. He releases himself as he leans over you again, his hands pushing your shirt up and over your head. His lips linger against your ear while his hips push forward, letting his aching tip press against your entrance but not into it. “You’re going to sound so cute cumming around me,” he whispers, tugging at your earlobe before attaching his lips to your neck.
“Kun,” you whine, arching your back and fisting the blanket out of frustration. You want him inside you now. His low chuckle is back as he pulls up to look at you. “Needy girl,” he teases, his hand moving between the two of you to stroke himself against your entrance. A moment later, he is opening you up for him.
You feel your eyes roll into the back of your head, just the feeling of him entering you making your clench around him tightly, threatening to cum. He hisses at the feeling, knowing that he won’t be able to last long either. Too much excitement too quickly has made a long fuck impossible for the moment. Neither of you care. You both just want to cum and cum because of each other.
Kun immediately adopts a moderate pace, both of you too desperate for anything too slow but too close to the edge for anything too quick. Your head falls back into the bed, eyes fluttering closed and Kun almost mirrors you, his head falling down over yours, eyes closed from concentration and high stimulation. The room feels like it’s on fire, bodies sweating and panting together.
Before long, Kun quickens the pace, thrusting into you with more fury. Each thrust is hitting deeper now, your eyes rolling back behind closed lids, your vocal cords no longer working as your mouth hangs open silently. You choke around strained breaths, fucking your hips up into his to feel as much of him as humanly possible. Without a chance to warn Kun, you’re clenching around him and shaking under him, your orgasm overtaking you whether you were ready for it or not. Your voice returns just in time to moan Kun’s name over and over as you ride out your high.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans as his hips snap into you one final, forceful time before he pulls out of you to release his cum onto your stomach. The satisfied, deep moan that leaves his lips as he paints you with his seed makes you bite your lip even as you try to catch your breath. How is he so fucking hot and how have you not fucked him before now?
You look at each other as you pant in sync, the awkwardness you felt earlier completely gone. Now you can look him in the eye with you both mostly naked and his cum on your stomach and it feels right.
He suddenly laughs and smirks at you, breaking the intense moment. “I knew you wanted to have sex with me.” You scrunch your nose and playfully hit his chest, sitting up a bit to bring your face so close to his hovering one. “You wanted to have sex with me first,” you taunt, tugging at his bottom lip for emphasis.
He lingers with his lips ghosting yours for a moment before suddenly scooping you up from his bed and over his shoulder. You shriek and kick your feet, not sure what he’s doing with you but feeling like whatever it is might be dangerous in your current state. “Kun!” You don’t say anything more but you don’t need to because he fills you in right after.
“We’re going to take a shower.” He fashions the blanket on his bed around the two of you so no one can see your condition as you make your way across the hall to the bathroom. “And next time, neither of us will be cumming so soon. You’ll see.”
no bc this?? currently crying that this isn't my lived experience. The use of italics for emphasis is so subtle and charming and I love that Kun is all about the cuteness through to the end. thank you for writing ♡
content: sad wonwoo (for like 1k! he’s a little insecure but u make it better), massages, soft dom!wonwoo, sub!wonwoo, fem!bodied reader (no set pronouns, but if i set any on accident please tell me), oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, fingering (f and m receiving), soft sex, mentions of pegging, praise kink, clothed sex at one point i think, clear communication, two cuties in love, 5k words
additional notes: i am going literally insane and i hope you do too. if you ever want me to elaborate on their relationship in the future or scenes i left out (like sfw scenes where he’s all cute and playful), you can suggest it in my inbox and i’ll see what i can do, if i want to write it. also i wrote this on two hours of sleep and it’s not edited so i apologize if it’s a mess.
expansions: sfw scenes for anon (1k)
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Wonwoo was the perfect boyfriend.
Well, he was almost perfect. Everyone had their flaws.
He was sweet, he doted on you, he encouraged your intellect and engaged you in debate, he was proud of you and all your endeavors, and he encouraged you to be open with your desires in every aspect of your relationship. But he wasn’t nearly as receptive when you tried to get him to do the same, mumbling something about being happy as long as you were, and he’d never talk about what was bothering unless he had no way out of it, and the conversation would be dropped for another day.
You weren’t having any of it today, not when he came home with sad eyes, and stiff shoulders, sighing every few minutes.
You’d forced him to take a nice shower, and then guided him to lie down on your bed before he could get dressed.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask as he settles on his stomach, and he hums lowly, muscles tense as you check for knots. Frowning, you poke your cheek with your tongue and pour massage oil in your hands, letting it warm up.
I'm always embarrassed at the idea of leaving comments but... this?? WOW. This isn't my usual cup of tea but actually maybe it is now? the pacing of the story is seriously flawless and you have such a way with immersive language. I especially loved the paragraph with "you might as well have been branding him" fr its like a perfect imagery.
I would like to say that it is only my thought and my imagination, everyone is free to think what he wants, enjoy reading.
•~ 𝙉𝙘𝙩127 𝙄𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙙 ⚠️ Smut
Masterlist Navigation
•𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙞𝙡:
-Dom, but not strict he's a soft Dom
-If you want to dominate, he lets you do it, he wants you to have fun too
-He clings to anything, your breasts your thighs for sure he leaves marks
-Your thighs and breasts will definitely be branded by him with his bites and hickeys but they are hidden so only he can see them
-Loves to come into your mouth and see you swallow afterwards.
•𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙜:
-Most of the time Dom but also switch
-If you make him angry he will tie your hands or bandage to punish you but after in the aftercare he will be sweet again
-He has imposed a safe world that you can say when needed since he doesn't want to push you beyond your limits
-He squeezes your neck with his hand when the sex is really intense
-He likes to cum on your face
•𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮:
-Every time before he fuck you, he'll make you cum on his fingers or on his tongue to get you ready for his cock
-Surely he has a size kink, he loves the fact that you are physically smaller than him and totally at his mercy
-But despite his powerful physique he is a soft Dom
-His thrusts are strong but not too fast he wants you to feel it all and for sure you will see the bulge of his dick on your stomach
•𝙔𝙪𝙩𝙖:
-Dom, not discussion about this, he lets you dominate only when he wants it and also when you are on top he is the one who controls you
-Rough sex but a great aftercare
-he is a bit into BDSM
-He is a dirty talker, he loves seeing how you react
-Has a kink for nipple play and orgasm control.
-He likes to see you gag on his finger or dick and has established a safe world for you.
•𝘿𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜:
-Dom but not a strict Dom, on special occasions you can Dom him or if you ask him for permission to dom
-He likes it when you suck his dick before you do it, he loves to see you choke with his cock in your mouth
-After he returns the favor of course
-Late night sex definitely
-He's a bit of an exhibitionist he likes to know that other members hear how much he can make you feel good even if he doesn't admit it
•𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣:
-A high sex drive so good luck, one round is not enough
-Quick fuck when you are in a hurry
-He has a breeding kink
-Dom absolutely but sometimes he lets you ride him to enjoy the view
-He loves spank your ass so he will try anal fuck
-Fuck from behind is his favorite position
•𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙤:
-Switch, when it is sub it is still in an active mode
-Has a nipple kink and praise kink, love to brand your breasts
-Sometimes he puts food on your body and then eats it slowly such as whipped cream
-He would finger you anywhere but secretly don't be fooled by his innocent face because he isn't
-Size kink for sure, he loves looking at you from top to bottom and this height difference is in his favor in bed, sometimes fuck you against a wall or mirror
•𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠:
-Switch, he can be both Dom and sub
-An ass guy, would fuck you from behind
-His name is Mark so he will mark you, you will not be able to hide the signs of what happened
-He doesn't talk much during sex but moans near your ear
-He likes to cum on your ass or breasts
-Has a spanking kink for you ass even outside the room he find a way to get his hands on your ass
-He loves to eat you out is his new hobby
•𝙃𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣:
-Most of the time is Dom, a strict Dom. When he's a sub he's very bratty so good luck to dominate him
-Vocal During Sex, He wants you to know how good he feels and encourages you to be vocal too
-He will tease you all the time and would degrading you
-He has a praise kink love when you compliment him and gets turned on if you cry during sex.
Reacting to you make them food after a long day of practice/ work (SEVENTEEN)
Post Date: 24th May 2022
Content: Fluff
TW?: N/A
Request?: Yes
Masterlist Prompt list
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S.Coups: He’d be so happy, trying to contain excitment as he’d happily sit down to eat, offering you little bites off of his plate even though you had your own.
Jeonghan: He’d be so suprised, the face of shock turning into a huge smile, almost forgetting so say thank you. He’d tease you though! “Oh I love you” he’d say, as you reply with it back, “I meant the food, but you too” he says.
Joshua: He’d be in absolute awe, giving you pecks on the cheeks and cuddle you before sitting down the eat, making sure you eat with him even if he it meant sharing his food.
Jun: He’d whine how hungry he is as he shovels the food into his mouth, smiling at you, giving you all the thank yous afterwards. He’d be too hungry to say before eating.
Hoshi: He’d instantly be loving life, telling the members how great you are to him before tucking in, but would refuse to give you a bite of something if you had asked nicely.
Wonwoo: He’d even eat the left overs you’d have. He’d appriciate it so much and would literally cuddle you forever afterwards as a thank you.
Woozi: He’d constantly tell you how much he loves and appriciates you, as he offers you little nibbles of the food, not letting you leave his side as he eats.
DK: He’d absolutely love it and you, telling you how much he loves you and that you really didn’t have to do it for him but he’s so grateful that you did.
Mingyu: Food would be evaporated into his mouth before you could even ask him if it was okay for him to eat. A smile would be plastered on his face afterwards, followed by thank yous.
The8: “You’re the absolute best, thank you so much!!” he’d repeat after every bite, absolutely enjoying it.
Seungkwan: He’d be so happy, and so grateful. He’d want more after finishing his portion, but he’d want to show you how much he appriciates you for making him food.
Vernon: This boy would be so excited, even after being run down from practice, he’d have enough energy to show you love and eat almost everything you made for him.
Dino: He’d be grinning so much, teasing the members over text of how great he has it and how amazing you are to him. Rubbing it into their faces at how good the food was.
i don’t know if you can hear this. i don’t know if we have this connection yet. but please stay true. keep going. i love you and every day we get closer to the rest of our lives. if it’s not too much to ask, i’d like to hear from you soon. just please speak back what i’ve been telling you. even if it’s an echo. i want to be sure that you’re there, but i can’t be Orpheus. I can’t be Orpheus. you don’t have to speak for me to know you’re out there. we’ve got this.
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