𝔾𝕠 𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗
Had no need to fight tonight, tonight
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𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!𝖶𝗈𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍
𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗋, "𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒" 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉, 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾
𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌: 3.8𝗄
𝖠𝖭: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿: 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗍! 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗍 - 𝖦𝗈 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼!
𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗇
𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 🤍
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Sex with Wooyoung is always an adventure. You don’t know if he’ll make love - slowly, reverently, passionately… or if he’ll fuck you so raw until you’re close to passing out, yet pulling another orgasm out of you. The anticipation of the unknown always has your stomach rolling with excitement when you reach his door.
He doesn’t even let you finish knocking, whipping the door open after your knuckles barely grazed it, like he’s been waiting for your arrival.
Without even a hello, he pulls you inside, crashing his lips on yours instantly. You’re surprised, to say the least, but you know instantly that this is going to be a long, drawn out few hours. It’s not hard to reciprocate when your body knows what’s coming.
You jump into his waiting arms, legs hooking around his waist as he walks you to his room.
He barely sits you down on the edge of the bed that he’s already lifting your skirt, pulling down your panties. Of course you’re soaked - it’s not hard when he kisses you like that. His lips search for yours again as his fingers knead your inner thigh.
“I know I saw you yesterday but fuck I missed you.” He bites your lip lightly, making you gasp. “Been thinking about you all day.”
His words make you shiver.
“Missed you too.” You whisper between kisses.
There’s no warning for the intrusion of his fingers in your cunt. He can be like that sometimes. It’s sudden, and it always makes you gasp, but you established long ago that wasn’t an issue. Besides, he’d never do something that you weren’t comfortable with - at least in bed. Not that you’d know outside of the bedroom.
You’re already crying out and whimpering for him. In some ways, the perk of sex with Wooyoung is that it only ever happens when no one else is in the dorm, so you’re free to be as loud as you wish - and he makes sure of it.
“That’s it baby, tell me how good my fingers feel inside you.”
He’s still standing, towering over you, his long arm reaching perfectly between your legs whilst his lips bruise your neck. Your hips are rocking against his hand to the rhythm of his fingers, your high creeping up already.
He knows your body by heart now, able to tell exactly what to do to make you cum. If it weren’t for his hand holding the back of your neck to his lips, you would have collapsed on the bed from how overwhelming your orgasm is.
“Good girl.” He cooes between your moans. “God you sound so fucking pretty, I missed hearing you.”
You wrap your fingers in his hair, falling backwards and he chuckles, letting you pull him with you. His weight on you is familiar, your hands roaming over his body.
“What made you think of me?” You tease.
He continues caressing your thigh, peppering your jaw with light kisses. “We had a fitting. For Music Bank.” He lifts your shirt up, grunting when he sees your pretty pink bra - the one he bought you on a whim because the mannequin reminded him of you. “My crop top would’ve looked so much better on you.” He admits as he runs his hand over your perked tits.
Seeing fan cams, anyone would think he’s an ass man. But his obsession with your breasts was evident from the moment you met - admittedly he’d spilled his iced Americano down your top, so it didn’t make it hard to look.
“Maybe next time you should bring it back so I can try it on for you.” You lift his head up with your index so his eyes look into yours. “Just that.”
His head drops to your shoulder and he all but growls in your ear. “Fucking hell I’m gonna be so hard during the show now you’ve put that image in my head…”
You laugh wholeheartedly at the thought when he suddenly yanks your top up over your head, flipping you on your stomach. You see his own shirt and pants flying past you to the floor before he leans down to your ear, his long fingers spreading you open for him.
“I’m so gonna make you regret it.”
You have just enough time to grab onto the sheets when he starts pushing into you.
“Ah wait, fuck, Wooy- holy shit.” You cry out into the pillow when he forces himself in, inch by inch.
He doesn’t even wait to be fully in, thrusting slowly to push himself further into your tight cunt. Your mind blanks.
That’s the Wooyoung effect.
Every thought leaves your mind, his cock replacing them. Who needs to think when he takes care of you so well, fucking you until your head is nothing but empty - perfectly dumb for him.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your face off of the pillow.
“Let me hear you sweetheart.”
As if to mark his words, he delivers a particularly powerful thrust that has you screaming.
With the pink bra straps digging into your back and plaid skirt flipped over your ass, you look like every teenage boy’s fantasy - except that he’s a man, and you’re no fantasy. You’re reality, which is just a hundred times better.
His thrusts are punishing, just like he promised, and your high creeps in close sooner than you expected it to. He can feel your walls constricting around him and pulls you closer to his chest. One hand wraps around to pull your tits out of your bra, squeezing and pinching your nipples, the other tilts your head up so he can see the look on your face.
“Mmh yeah, feels good d’sn’t it?” He pinches harder, eyes flickering between his hand and your face. “You’d look so slutty wearing just that crop top you have no idea. Almost make me wanna parade you around like that.” He delivers a sloppy, messy kiss on the corner of your lips. “Rather keep you to myself though.”
You hear the words but they don’t register. He could be talking you through their new choreography, or listing how many Chrome Hearts pieces he owns, and you wouldn’t react any differently. There’s nothing going on in your head right now. You just let the high crash in waves.
“Argh that’s it babygirl.”
He bites your shoulder to stop himself from tipping over with you, focusing on drawing out your whimpers before he pushes you back down on the mattress, landing a hard slap across your ass.
Okay, maybe he’s a tits man, but he isn’t blind to what’s in front of him either.
He grabs on to the soft flesh tightly, sure to leave a red mark behind, and guides your hips back onto his. Your arousal is starting to drip down your thighs now, the squelch of flesh sticking to flesh turning him on more.
He’s even more glad the other members aren’t here - he likes it dirty, and he likes it messy. That means he’s not gonna stop trying to get your juices flowing.
You’ve had… moments, before. Sheets that needed changing, an irrecoverable pillow, a shirt that turned into a rag… Those were his favourites. Seeing you turn into a literal puddle in his hands makes his stomach flip so hard. Maybe it’s how hot you look when all you can think of is him, maybe it’s how you trust him enough to get to that state.
He never fails to try.
“Come on baby.” He grunts, sweat running down his face.
The feeling of his tip hitting your cervix is simply bliss, and part of you hopes for it to never end, but the other, more dominant part, knows that this isn’t up to you. What Wooyoung wants, Wooyoung gets - in bed.
He’s so close now, all he wants to do is let go, but he refuses to finish before you. One of his hands sneaks under your stomach, finding your clit. The sudden added friction and pressure makes you cry out, the sound barely muffled by the pillow - just music to his ears.
“Cum on daddy’s cock princess.”
Who knows if it’s his words or his fingers but you all but unravel around him soon after, making him finally release the tension too. He fucks you through both of your highs, fascinated by the feeling of your tight walls milking him dry.
He doesn’t pull out, keeping warm inside of you as he lets his weight drop over you - though he makes sure to hold himself up.
You both take a moment, trying to breathe normally, but there never seems to be quite enough oxygen in the room.
He kisses your shoulder, his voice coming out almost sheepish.
“We have a problem - I’m still so hard for you baby…”
The only answer you can muster is a moan, just enough clarity in you to lift your hips. The friction makes him hiss.
“You’re so fucking perfect - what did I even do to deserve you…”
“Coffee.” You mumble, making him chuckle.
“You’re right.” He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss, but he turns you on your back before you can overthink it. He leans down to suck on one of your nipples, letting go of it with a loud pop. “How could I not fall for such perfect tits?” He jokes.
He unzips your skirt, sliding it past your feet, unhooking your bra to get rid of it too. “Wanna see all of you when I fuck you. My perfect, perfect baby.” He coos as he effortlessly slides back into your abused cunt.
The look on your face as your jaw slacks has his heart racing - sometimes he even wonders if that’s what love feels like. To be buried inside someone and never want to stop because seeing the way only you can make her feel is almost better than feeling it yourself. To constantly think about her and be so excited to tell her about every little thing in your day. To want to tell your friends you’ve met this incredibly sexy, kind, perfect woman, despite being completely unable to.
He grabs your legs, pushing them further apart so he can bend down to kiss you. Your fingers latch onto his skin, needing support. Where earlier he fucked you punishingly, his hips are now rolling so slowly, so reverently, you’re desperate for his closeness.
The words are on the tip of your tongue but you can’t quite say them, opting to kiss him back passionately instead. He tastes like his damned coffee, and you sometimes wonder if you’re addicted to coffee or just to him. Because now you can’t drink or smell the bitter beverage without thinking of him. He’s in every random part of your day and you almost hate it, because it’s not really him there, just the reminders of him.
It’s not a race anymore, it’s a long, drawn out, carefully crafted journey. He’s still hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars, but he’s not chasing the high anymore, he’s living in it.
“Woo…” You gasp as he slightly changes his angle to better kiss your neck.
“Mmh that’s right baby - say my name, use your pretty words.”
Your back arches under him and he takes the opportunity to suck and lick your breasts.
“D-don’t stop. Please. Don’t wanna stop.”
He grunts against your chest, looking up at you from under the red strands falling over his eyes. “Not stopping baby. Gonna go all night for you.”
“Please please please…”
He says he’s gonna go all night but the truth is that the way you’re begging him whilst a small tear falls from your eye makes him think he doesn’t have as much control over his body as he hopes he did.
“‘m sorry - I lied. Can’t hold out, princess.” He gasps a little. “Too sexy when you beg. Too hard.”
“No no no no please don’t stop.” You whine. “Woo, need you. Need your cock inside me all th’time.”
He grunts. “Fuck you can’t say shit like that.”
His hips start losing rhythm as he tries to hold out longer. Your whole body is erupting with goosebumps and butterflies as he continues to hit your cervix, your nails digging painful grooves in his back.
“I-I ‘m gonna c-cum.” You babble through broken moans.
Through one last bout of strength, his hips rock harder against you, slamming into you with every thrust, making sure to push the both of you over the edge.
You can feel the coil tightening in that specific way, and so can he, a smile beaming on his face at the thought. There’s nothing you can do but take it, his thumb on your clit making sure to get you there. You explode around him, liquid gushing out of you, mixed with his own juices from earlier. He whimpers at the sight, only able to hold on for a few more seconds before he cums too, overwhelmed by the mess you made.
“Fuck - so filthy for me baby.”
You continue convulsing around him, hands fallen limp at your sides as your vision blanks.
He takes that opportunity to play, collecting the liquids and spreading them on your core, trying to push them back in, each pass of his fingers making you jolt.
“N-no m-more ple-ease.” Your words come out broken through your twitching body and he relents with a kiss to your wet stomach.
You don’t even realise he’s left until he’s wiping you gently with a fresh towel, making sure to be extra careful around your puffy, sensitive cunt. You let him do what he needs, trusting that he’ll be thorough because you’re still not fully back in the room with him.
When he’s done, he pulls the covers over you and slides into the bed. His body heat draws you in and you snuggle closer into his chest.
“You did so good babygirl.” He coos against your forehead, peppering you with kisses as his hand strokes your shoulder absentmindedly.
“Mmh you too.” You mumble, making him chuckle.
He sighs. “Thank you for coming every time I ask.” His finger hooks under your chin to bring your lips to his, and you just smile.
“You always come when I text too.”
“True. I can’t say no to seeing you.”
The sex is always incredible, of course. There’s no denying that. But the aftermath, the time spent cuddling and chatting about life, is always your favourite, despite how unpredictable it can be. You could have all the time in the world, or you could be getting dressed whilst your legs are still shaking. You can never know.
You bury your face into his chest and the smell of his perfume makes you sigh, though something suddenly comes back to your mind.
“So…” You tease, arching your brow as you look up at him. “Daddy, huh?”
He looks away, puffing his cheeks as red immediately creeps to his face.
“Aysh… it felt right in the moment, okay? Whatever.”
You laugh unapologetically, enjoying this side of him maybe a little too much.
“No ‘cause I think it’s really… endearing. Seriously, I didn’t know you saw me as your little g-“
All of a sudden his hand flies to cover your mouth. “Shh hold on.”
You remove his hand, annoyed but a little concerned at the sudden change. “What?”
“I think one of the guys just came home.” He says, head lifted like he’s attuning his hearing to detect any movement.
And there it is again. The moment that grounds you every time.
You grunt, turning on your back. “There’s no one. Jongho’s filming all afternoon and Hongjoong’s at Milan fashion week.”
His arm wraps around your waist instantly, guilty.
“I’m sorry baby, you’re right. I’m just being paranoid.” He pulls you closer to his chest but you continue sulking. “Come on y/n don’t be mad. I’m sorry.” He kisses your cheek, jaw and neck, climbing on top of you so his arms cage you in, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you as the tips of his hair tickle your skin.
“Just cuddle with me for a bit.” He pleads, and you oblige - only after pretending to think about it for a bit. You’re both brats, it’s in your nature.
You settle against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head, and his fingers drawing mindless patterns on your back feel comforting.
Your phone lights up, the buzz breaking you out of your bubble. You reach to grab it but Wooyoung holds you tighter.
“Leave it.” He mumbles.
You giggle but grab it anyway.
The name on the notification makes your face go blank.
“Shit.” You mutter to yourself.
“What is it?”
“Nothing…”
He grunts. “Come on, what’s wrong?”
You sigh, unsure how he’ll take what you’re about to say. “I… kinda was supposed to go on a date with this guy and completely forgot…”
He stiffens against you.
“I’m sorry. You what? A date? Who-”
“Oh come on Woo. We’ve never said we were exclusive…”
In your defence, it’s not even like you actually want to go on a date with someone else, but you need to protect yourself. You didn’t intend for him to find out, hoping you’d be able to drop it.
He’s fully sitting up now, sheets falling off of his golden torso.
“So, what, that instantly gives you the right to just go out with some other random guy and not tell me?”
“That’s not fair!”
He scoffs exaggeratedly. “Yeah, no shit! Did you think we were just fucking around?”
You sit up too, covering yourself with the sheet, anger boiling inside of you. Your two explosive personalities were always a risk and the match finally got too close to the fuse.
“Okay.” You start. “Have you told anyone about me?”
He blinks at you. “What do you mean?”
“Oh don’t play dumb now. You think I haven’t noticed that you only invite me when there’s no one else at the dorm?” A slight tinge of red decorates the apples of his cheeks. “Yeah, you weren’t exactly sly when you asked Jongho if he could go get you some cold medicine cause you ‘weren’t feeling well’. Bullshit. You’d just cum three times, you were feeling just fine.”
“Alright. I haven’t told anyone about you. But don’t pretend this is on the same level as dating someone else? If you don’t wanna do this just tell me, get this over with!”
You get up off the bed, putting your underwear and T-shirt back on, feeling like you need some armor for this.
“Wooyoung - that’s the whole issue. I do want this, you’re the one who doesn’t seem to! Why else would you be hiding me for months?”
He’s up putting his pants back on too, both of your chests heaving from weeks of silenced feelings exploding all at once.
“It’s not exactly easy to have a relationship when you have my job. I didn’t think you’d want one, so I didn’t wanna put pressure on you!”
“Did you ask? Did you ask me once how I felt about us?”
He opens his mouth but you stop him. “I’m gonna answer for you. No. Cause I can tell you right now that if you had, I would’ve told you that I do want a relationship. I wanna do the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing, going out on dates, cuddling in front of a movie on the couch without hiding. But guess what? You never mentioned anything, ever. So I thought you were just playing around. So yeah, I did go on two dates with that guy, because I can’t be waiting around for you to eventually drop me. And judging by the way you were avoiding me meeting any one of your members, that’s exactly how that felt.”
“So I’m the bad guy here and you’re the victim, is that how you’re gonna play it? I didn’t see you complain every time you came around my cock just now!”
You laugh but it’s devoid of humour.
“I’m not playing anything Wooyoung. I wasn’t complaining, cause if you’re good at one thing, it’s sex. But that’s the problem - all we do is fuck. As for the rest, just admit you can’t commit to anything. You’re afraid of relationships. You never intended on having one with me. Just say it.”
He’s right by your face now. His eyes are hovering between your eyes and your lips, and all you want to do is kiss him, but you stand your ground, watching him spit his next words out.
“Go fuck yourself.”
It’s like you were dunked in a frozen lake, ice coursing through your veins. You don’t miss a beat though, unable to stand the idea of him seeing what effect those three words just had on you.
“No problem. I will. I’ll go ask my date to do that for me.” You put your trainers on, grabbing the door handle when you turn around. “Oh and by the way, Jongho knows. We had a great conversation in the hall when he was coming back with your medicine. He’s not an idiot, you know? Have fun feeling like an ass.”
You storm out, slamming the door so hard you feel the floor vibrating under you. You don’t even wait for the lift to arrive, opting to take your anger out on the stairs instead. The air is burning your lungs, feeling like the walls are closing in around you the lower you go, and you pick up your pace, desperate to get outside for some fresh air.
Before you can make it to the lobby, you feel someone grabbing your wrist and spinning you around, landing on Wooyoung’s chest.
His lips crash into yours.
Your hands find the nape of his neck out of habit and you let yourself melt into him, before he pulls away, dropping his forehead on your shoulder with a sigh.
“I didn’t mean that. I just - fuck - I don’t like the idea of you with someone else. I need you to myself… I just didn’t want anyone to pop our bubble, but I realise I did that myself, and I - I can’t hide it anymore. Hide you. I don’t want to - haven’t for a while if I’m being honest.” He sighs, shoulders dropping. “Please just… come back upstairs so we can talk about this.”
He looks at you from under his lashes, almost afraid to look at you fully in case you reject him. But the corner of your lips lifts at his words, and so do his when he realises, the light returning to his eyes with a hint of mischief.
“Before we go back,” he starts, grabbing your waist a little tighter, “I’m gonna need you to delete that dude’s number. Like, right now.”
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