not actively posting anymore tbh i fell away from kpop fics but i appreciate the writers so i'm letting my queue run out. i may come back and tag them one day. there are a few posts from people who are now deactivated and i want to save them somehow 1991
summary: vernon's inner monologue about his feelings for you.
tags: vernon x reader. pure fluff, secretly in love!vernon, down bad!vernon, vernon's very fond of reader.
He noticed you shivering, biting your lips to keep them warm as the cool night air began to settle in. He saw you get goosebumps with every cold breeze, pretending not to be cold by focusing on Soonyoungâs silly conversation to distract yourself from the sharp, dry sensation on your skin.
He knew you werenât going to say anything, and Soonyoung, immersed in his ideas, wouldnât spot your shoulders uncomfortably shifting more often than usual. You were too stubborn to admit that he was right when he told you, âThe weatherâs been acting up lately, yâknow? Especially at night. I donât think it is a good idea to go out on that top, youâll freezeâ, when he picked you up.
âDonât worry, Nonnie, Iâll be fineâ, you answered simply, fixing your top.
You saw through the mirror his raised eyebrows, the question âare you sure?â in his expression.
âIâll be ok, really!â you reassured him once again, âbesides, I was looking forward to using this top since I bought it. It looks good on me, right? This color suits me well, donât you think?â
He nodded and blinked just once, thinning his lips. That was enough confirmation for you, and you left together to meet the rest of your friend group.
Vernon, silent with his affections as always, took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders without exchanging a single word, just a knowing look in his eyes that hung an implicit âtold youâ, then looked away, hands in his pockets. You smiled widely, nervously, like caught red-handed, but still thanked him under your breath. And he just nodded.
He did that very often, nodding and looking away.
It wasnât that he didnât want to look at you; in fact, he was constantly watching you. Thatâs how he noticed things, and if it was up to him, he would never tear his eyes off of you. But Vernon couldnât afford to let you know how much attention he paid to you. Primarily because that attention usually came with a million fake scenarios that he would reproduce over and over again at 2:00 a.m, when he couldnât sleep, or throughout the day when he tried to concentrate on his job.
Sometimes he gets so shy about his delusions that he thinks about the massive amount of shame heâd feel if you could read his mind. Because, what would you think if you ever knew the way his chest filled with hope when he thought about the faint scent of your perfume sticking in his jacket? He was practically manifesting it.
His rib cage felt tight when he saw you snuggling in it. âCute⌠In my clothesâŚâ he thought, and just for a fleeting moment, he let himself imagine that his jacket warming up your body on a windy night was a claim. That it was him telling everyone that you were his.
He would also let out an insanely bright smile when looking at you doing something silly every so often, but it was not very common. Now, he was on the very edge of allowing one of those smiles to show. Yet, it did not matter how hard he tried to hold it back; before he noticed it, he already had that foolish smile on his face.
He shook his head as his smile grew wider after Seungkwan nudged his right arm with a knowing look in his eyes. Seokmin appeared from his left side, patting his left shoulder and looking at him just like Seungkwan.
Was he so evident? Damn, he was so screwed.
Repost from my previous writing blog aj-cupid. I'm not stealing! I hope you enjoy. <3
Genre: just fluff
A/N: just a cute little thing I was thinking about.
Seungcheol
His air of confidence is so strong that it might be kind of unnerving at first. He knows what he likes and what he wants. If thatâs you, youâll know it. Itâs all flirting and little excuses to be close to you. If youâre shy about it, watch him get kind of smug. But my personal favorite is that if you flirt back for even a moment, youâll get to see the mask of confidence slip. Shy Seungcheol would be so cute and youâd live for turning the tables once he lets go of the confident facade. Heâll be surprisingly shy about confessing to you and it might be your turn to be a little smug.
Jeonghan
Swings wildly between being a total menace and super sweet. Heâll do something nice for you because he cares and is absolutely delighted if it flusters you. He might not try to resist the urge to pinch your cheeks and coo when blushing and canât meet his eyes. Another one that will let you know heâs into you. Like I said, he enjoys your shyness, but if you work up the courage to be even half as bold as he is, heâll be panicked and excited simultaneously. This stage will drag out for a long time only because he enjoys the anticipation of every interaction with you. When one of you finally confesses, I think thereâs like a 75% chance heâll be sweet and genuine about though.
Joshua
Total boyfriend material and heâll let you know it. If youâre hanging out, heâs doing the little things like holding doors open for you, sliding out your chair, or placing his jacket over your lap if your wearing a skirt. Itâs all genuine and sweet and thoughtful, but donât let it fool you. Heâs a menace as well with his little compliments and touches, loving your little reactions. I donât think heâd let this phase go for so long so prepare for a super romantic first date.
Jun
Youâll know heâs into you simply because he makes it a point to be around you. All. The. Time. Once he gets over an initial bout of shyness, heâs a yapper. He wants to make you laugh. He wants your attention. He wants you to think about him as much as he thinks about you. Thereâs a quiet intensity about it that makes you swoon a bit if you think about it too hard. He might not initiate a lot of physical contact right away, but if you do heâll totally melt. Be prepared to have him wrapped around your finger.
Hoshi
Initially super nervous. He knows he can be a bit much for some people and comes on really strong, so he holds back to test the waters. Heâs really terrified of scaring you off. The more you react positively to his little jokes and touches, the more heâll warm up. Good luck getting him off of you once heâs comfortable because heâll be glued to your side, literally. His enthusiasm for anything to do with you is SO endearing. His members will be absolutely sick of you before they even meet you.
Wonwoo
The biggest flirt in the most understated way, if that makes sense? You leave some interactions with him and way later realize, wait, was he flirting with me??? Heâs so chill about it that it takes you by surprise. Besides the flirting, you know heâs into you because he goes out of his way to talk to you. His interest in your thoughts, feelings, and interests warms you up so much, but the kicker for him is when youâre interested in what he has to say too. Phew, is he already half in love before he even asks you out.
Woozi
This might be an unpopular opinion, but I donât think heâd be all that shy. Man loves romance judging by the songs he writes and has two fire signs confirmed in his big three. The thing is, heâs a little reserved about chasing you. Take it from a fellow fire sign, we have some rejection sensitivity. Youâll have to come to him, but you have his full attention once you do. Heâs secretly going to be sickeningly sweet with you and I kind of see this crush ending without a formal moment of asking the other out. You guys just hang out one day and decide youâre together.
DK
Another one that swings wildly between two modes, but with Seokmin itâs being a full time comedian and the shyest baby youâve ever seen. I think he loves love and I fear he might sometimes build it up in his head before he ever makes a single move. Be gentle at first, but once you reciprocate anything expect to never stop smiling. Let him be vulnerable and serious around you though and heâs yours.
Mingyu
How does it feel to have someone obsessed with you? When heâs hooked, heâs HOOKED. There will be no question that heâs into you because he checks all the boxes. Flirting, physical affection, active listening, doing little thoughtful favors for you. Heâs trying to skip straight from boyfriend material to husband material. Please match his energy. The members might be sick of being around you two, but will probably urge you two to just get together already.
The8
You may never know unless heâs ready for you to know. You might even think he doesnât like you at all, dare I say hates you, because heâs a bit stoic. But relax because this is him feeling out the situation. A vibe check is a must for him. If you pass that vibe check, heâll be so subtle about hinting about it. Itâs about the little things with him, but you still might be surprised when he admits that he likes you. Expect him to laugh at your wide eyed expression because he already knows youâre into him too. Otherwise, he would have never said anything.
Seungkwan
Talk about someone whose invested in your wellbeing from day one. One might think heâs nagging, but you know itâs because he cares and it warms you that he wants to know what you had for dinner or that youâve had enough water today. Please, please, please thank him for his attention to detail because it will mean the world to him that you understand his intentions. A certified yapper. Youâll know all of the group gossip. Iâm sorry, this has friends to lovers written all over it. It wonât be a surprise to anyone when you two end up together.
Vernon
Most people say heâs pretty aloof, but I think itâs an act. Heâll let you know heâs into you. He might have some weird approaches, like sending dozens of memes or TikToks a day, but it shows heâs thinking about you and trying to find reasons to reach out to you. Expect some deep, existential 3am conversations. I think heâs actually pretty soft and physically affectionate when it comes to you, though heâs careful not to cross any lines and might prefer that you initiate it just to be safe. Put him out of his misery. He wants you all over him so just make a move already.
Dino
Perhaps surprisingly bold about it. Youâre kind of surprised by his attention being on you because, well⌠heâs him. He could have anyone he wants. But heâll be laser focused, so sweet and attentive that it turns you to putty. Youâre the one wrapped around his finger, but donât worry, I donât think heâd abuse that power. He prides himself on making you feel safe and comfortable. I know Iâve already said this, but please, match his energy. Heâll be asking you out in a heartbeat.
Dino x reader || they didnât expect chan to already be this grown.
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the funniest part is that chan swore he warned them.
he kept saying it all week, too. âdonât be weird. she cooked. behave.â but they all acted like he was exaggerating, like this was still baby maknae chan who barely remembered to eat on tour.
itâs almost funny watching their faces when you open the door.
your house is quiet, clean, soft. candles lit. something simmering on the stove. chan leans in behind you, hand on your waist like itâs the most natural thing in the world, telling them to take off their shoes because you just mopped.
they freeze.
seungcheol actually whispers, âchan⌠lives like this?â
mingyuâs looking around your kitchen like he just stepped into a drama set. âbro⌠is that matching cookware?â
chan just shrugs, already in host mode. âyeah. she picked it. wash your hands before you sit.â
youâre plating dinner while they file in, still kind of stunned. chan meets your eyes across the counter, that small smile he only gives you, the one where his whole face relaxes. he helps you without even asking where anything goes. he already knows.
jun leans over to jeonghan and mutters, âthey move like theyâve been married five years.â
you hear that. you pretend you didnât.
chan sets the table, brushing your shoulder every time he passes. you nudge him with your hip once and he tries not to smile too big in front of them, but fails. miserably.
when everyone finally sits, the members try to act normal. they canât. not when chan keeps checking if youâve eaten yet, quietly taking chicken off his own plate to put on yours. not when he stands up mid-conversation to refill your glass without you asking.
seokmin is staring. âchan⌠when did you get like this?â
chan just blinks. âlike what?â
you answer for him, laughing. âheâs always been like this.â
he looks proud of that. ridiculously proud.
after dinner, youâre doing dishes and chan is drying beside you, moving in sync without talking. the members watch from the couch like itâs a nature documentary.
wonwoo finally says what theyâre all thinking. âchan looks like a husband.â
chan hears it. doesnât deny it. he just glances at you, soft as ever, bumping your shoulder again.
âget used to it,â he says. âthis is just⌠us.â
and the members finally get it. their maknae grew up. quietly. gently. right next to you.
bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? itâs much more enjoyable if youâre resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if youâre still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. heâll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesnât matter if itâs only to pick up a carton of milk, heâs coming with. says itâs for âmoral supportâ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).
bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with frequent glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when youâre not warm enough to his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like itâs second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. âwhy so shy?â he whispers. but he knows.
bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest heâs ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who wonât hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.
bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who canât help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend had a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like âmineâ, âmy babyâ and âno one but meâ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.
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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!
Fuckboy!Wonwoo going for shy!reader since he assumes theyâre a virgin, just to find out reader is an absolute freak and rides him until he passes out
wonwoo bias wrecked me so much after the follow again concerts that this just came to life on itâs own. i wrote the freshman experience based off of how it is on my country and i loved writing this, so i hope you enjoy it too! âĄ
fuckboy!wonwoo whoâs your game design course sunbaenim. he contradicts all paradigms about nerds, because heâs hot as fuck.
fuckboy!wonwoo who spots you on the first day of classes. he sees you walking past him in your tiny skirt and "I ⥠games" tshirt and finds you adorable.
fuckboy!wonwoo who fights with other veterans to keep you as his freshman. he loses the argument to Nayeon, the courseâs studentâs president, and sulks for the rest of the day.
fuckboy!wonwoo who hits on you at the bar that night. everyoneâs whispering about the two of you.
since Nayeonâs done her job and warned you before hand about Wonwooâs reputation, you turn him down nicely because you hate the attention. of course, it only spurs him on.
fuckboy!wonwoo who tried to befriend you as a way of getting into your pants (well, heâs a fuckboy after all!).
a couple months after, once he realizes youâre actually really funny and outgoing when you feel comfortable enough, he finds himself enjoying the time you two spend together.
fuckboy!wonwoo who becomes obsessed with you. he convinces himself itâll fade away once he fucks you. but then he finds himself getting so fucking jealous when he hears you calling Seungcheol your âoppaâ. he knows Cheol has a thing for you â your innocent, virgin like persona is driving every male student wild. so he feels his blood boiling when you touch his hyungâs bicep as you smile sweetly and bat your eyelashes.
fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really annoyed when his friends mock him, claiming he lost his charms and wonât get to fuck you like he would do to any other girl.
"itâs up to Coups Hyung to pop her cherry." Jeonghan holds back a laugh as Wonwoo rolls his eyes.
Like hell we will! he thinks.
fuckboy!wonwoo who tries to sleep with someone else to get off and forget about you. but it doesnât work and he gets more frustrated than before.
fuckboy!wonwoo who offers to help you with your class project and goes to your shared dorm room on a Saturday night. you open the door and he holds his breath when he sees your super princess peach cropped shirt.
"what? itâs my favorite game" you state, with a pout in your lips, when he stares for too long.
"oh, nothing. itâs a good one." he babbles, averting his eyes from your chest. your shirt was probably old, since he could see the outline of your nipples through the white fabric. he swallows nervously, trying to shake the image of your pebbled nipples off of his head.
fuckboy!wonwoo who gets distracted by your short sleeping shorts, since they do the bare minimum to cover you up.
"Nonu, are you listening?" you complain as you shake him. his eyes are out of focus when he meets your gaze. "earth to Nonu! what are you thinking about?"
fuckboy!wonwoo who bites his lower lip and stares at you.
"iâm thinking about you, cutie." he flirts. usually, you would blush and avert your eyes. so itâs a shocker for him when your Bambi eyes transform into a siren gaze.
âwhat about me?" you whisper, inching closer to his face. "is it about the ways youâd like to fuck me?" thatâs all it takes for Wonwoo to take off his glasses and crash his lips into yours.
fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really excited and surprised when he finds out youâre not a virgin. in fact, youâre a total freak in bed. he feels a bit fooled since you got everyone believing youâre a pure angel, but he isnât about to complain.
not when youâre jumping up and down on his dick with your pretty boobs on full display for him.
fuckboy!wonwoo who fucks up into you with all his might, thinking that he could die happy buried in your heat like that.
youâre riding him so good, your hips grinding against his and your hands clawing at his chest. your lips are red and swollen from kissing, your headâs thrown back in pleasure. you let out quiet ah-ah-ahs that enter Wonwooâs ears and spin down his body directly to his dick.
fuckboy!wonwoo who nearly blows his load when you ask him to choke you.
his big hand presses on your throat with minimum force, but you demand more pressure and he complies.
fuckboy!wonwoo who circles your clit and sucks your nipples to help you cum. and when you do, he follows shortly after, emptying three months worth of blue balls in the condom and nearly passes out.
fuckboy!wonwoo who cuddles you and realizes heâs been tricked.
"iâm not complaining, but i thought you were a virgin."
you laugh, turning around to face him. "and the resident fuckboy gets played." pride bubbles in your chest. Wonwoo smiles at you, his brown eyes still a bit glazed over from his high.
"i liked being played" he admits with a shy smile.
fuckboy!wonwoo who refuses to go back to his own room. thank goodness your roommate is not coming back for the night.
LESLIE HIII i hope youâre doing okay!! + sorry itâs taken me so long to stop by </3
as a request i wanted to ask abt the prompt âstay there. iâm coming to get you.â from the second prompt list with either minghao or wonwoo if thatâs okay!! đŤśđŤś
A/N: OKAY SO @wqnwoos I know this was requested forever ago from a prompt game and I'm so sorry it took so long, but I was super inspired yesterday after I saw ur post saying "my heel broke" and I messaged u asking if you were okay because OMG your HEEL broke are you OKAY??? but turns out you meant your shoe broke not your actual heel and, well... here we are. Whatever the heck this is.
Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader
Genre: slight crack?, established relationship
Rating: PG (only because I think there's a swear?)
Word Count: 1.4k
Request Prompt: "stay there. i'm coming to get you."
Warnings: like one kiss?, I think there's swearing maybe, expensive things being broken if that triggers u, also reader wears heels
You can't believe it.
So many times, youâd gazed longingly at the expensive new shoes youâd splurged on, sitting pretty in their box, wondering when youâd finally pluck up the courage to wear them. You werenât one for spending big unless it was technology or something youâd use often, but youâd been eyeing these heels for what felt like forever. When your birthday rolled around, youâd finally done it, but then theyâd sat in their box for months â until tonight.
Youâd only just arrived at the restaurant to meet your friends when youâd taken one wrong step, and the heel on your right shoe had broken completely off. Youâd tripped and thankfully been steadied by your friendâs arm, so youâd been left physically unscathed⌠but you felt the pain elsewhere. In your wallet. How the hell had that happened so quickly?
Your friend managed to fish a pair of flats out from their trunk, so you were grateful for that at least. You tried to laugh and play it off as a joke, as a funny story to remember with your friends in a few years, but truthfully? You were pretty bummed. Youâd saved for those shoes for ages. So here you sat, nursing a glass of water as you listened to your friends chat animatedly around you. You were having a good time, you were, but you couldnât help but wallow in your feelings just a little bit. You really couldnât believe your luck.Â
You felt the buzz of your phone from inside your purse, eyeing it as you took another sip of water, before glancing around the table. Your friend group had a rule not to be on your phones very much when you were together, but you figured you were safe to have a quick peek while your friend recapped her many failed dates over the last month.
Wonwoo â¤ď¸: howâs your evening going?
You felt your heart jump a little at the sight of your boyfriendâs name on your screen. You wondered if that would ever change, but you didnât think so. You adored him. Youâd been told the honeymoon phase would pass, but it had been well over a year and the two of you were still going strong. Wonwoo would object if you ever said it to anyone else, but the two of you were just as lovey-dovey as when youâd first started dating.
Exhibit A: him texting you to ask a very obvious question. Youâre pretty well-versed in Wonwoo, and you know what his text actually means: it means that he misses you.
YN: not the best, tbh⌠I broke my heel đ
The reply comes not even a minute later.
Wonwoo â¤ď¸: are you okay??Â
YN: Iâm so sad đ
You jump a little when your friend nudges you with their foot, raising their eyebrows pointedly at your phone. You teasingly roll your eyes and oblige, sliding your phone back into your purse and tuning back into your friendsâ story. You canât help but feel a bit better after a couple of texts from Wonwoo, and you arenât embarrassed about it in the slightest.
Not even a half hour and some entrees later, another friend is in the process of regaling tales about her horrific boss when the door to the restaurant opens, and you spot him. You do a double take as your eyes meet, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and he seems to freeze in place for a second.
You take in the sight of your boyfriend: his glasses are askew, his hair disheveled, and you think he must have thrown on whatever hoodie and sweats combo he could find laying around in a hurry. He hovers by the door as he stares at you, blinking, and your mind begins to race. Why is he here? Is everything okay? Wonwoo is never one to draw attention to himself if he can help it â which just makes this whole thing even more confusing.Â
âHey,â you interrupt quietly, causing all heads to turn towards you. âWonwooâs here. Give me a second?âÂ
Your friends all nod in unison, and you can feel them watching as you stand up and make your way over to the door. As soon as you reach him, your hand is automatically searching for his, gently tugging him through the door and back out into the cold.
âBabe,â you say hastily as soon as youâre around the corner and out of sight. âWhatâs wrong?â Your hand leaves his so that both of yours can run over his arms, his biceps, his shoulders, giving him a frantic once-over to make sure heâs physically alright. When your hands cup his jaw, he finally moves his hands to cover yours, lowering them down to hold them in between you.Â
âYouâre not hurt?â
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you stare back at him. âHuh?â
His eyes wander over your face, brows still furrowed in what you affectionately like to call his Thinking Face, before he moves back to look down at your feet. âYou can walk fine?â
You are so confused. âYes, Wonwoo, what? Babe, did you run here?â
You watch as he tilts his head, still thinking for what feels like forever â and then his lips twitch up at the sides. He suddenly looks embarrassed as his gaze falls from yours, but heâs smiling, a hand leaving one of yours to lift and cover his face.Â
You are so confused.Â
âI didnât run here,â he finally answers, his hand falling away from his face, âbut I definitely may have gone over the speed limit to get to you faster.âÂ
âWhy?â You ask, incredulous. You still have no idea whatâs going on.
âYN," he says, voice laced with amusement. "I texted that I was on my way. You said your heel broke."
You blink once, twice, before it suddenly dawns on you. âOh my god, Wonwoo ââÂ
âYeah.â He's smiling so wide that his eyes are crescent moons, and you're smiling, too â and then he begins to laugh.
You canât help but join in.
He pulls you into his chest, and you can feel him laughing against you. Itâs a quiet laughter, but youâre grateful no one can see the two of you where you stand outside the restaurant, because youâre sure you both look insane. You donât care, though, because all you can think about is how fast heâd tried to get to you because he thought you were hurt.Â
Your heart swells from its place in your chest, so full of affection for the man in front of you that you can feel it all over. You pull back, your hands finding either side of his jaw to pull him in for a quick kiss, and you can tell heâs pleasantly surprised by the way his cheeks tinge pink. Neither of you really have a thing for PDA, but you couldn't help it, not when you felt like you were so full of affection you could burst.
âYou are such a loser,â is what you say, but you know he can translate it. I love you is what you mean, and he knows.
âI panicked,â Wonwoo laughs, running a hand through his hair as he laces his fingers with yours. âSorry about your shoe, though.â
You wave your free hand in the air as he slowly walks you towards the restaurant door again. âIâll deal with it later.âÂ
He glances in through the glass when you reach it, giving your hand a squeeze. âHow much longer?â
You beam at that, lifting your hand up to gently brush some hair off of his forehead. âNot much, if I can help it. I miss you too much.â
âItâs been like two hours," he says, as though he isn't clinging onto your fingers in his with everything he's got.
âOkay, Mr. Iâm-going-to-rush-to-my-girlfriendâs-aid-even-though-she-only-has-a-broken-shoeââ
âBye,â Wonwoo says abruptly, and you giggle. âLove you,â he murmurs, catching you by surprise, but you don't miss a beat. You simply squeeze his hand, and say the words back.
Later that night when you check your phone, you giggle to yourself as you see the two messages you'd missed from Wonwoo, sent directly after the others at dinner:
Wonwoo â¤ď¸: stay thereÂ
Wonwoo â¤ď¸: Iâm coming to get you Â
And another, timestamped an hour later, when he was back home and on your couch:
Wonwoo â¤ď¸: Iâd do it again :)
A/N: lmao this is like. super not proofread but it was rlly fun to write so if you enjoy please reblog! remember that reblogs help way more than just likes for writers :')
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Hello, I love your blog! What do you think about this scenario, when jihoon finds out reader has very sensitive breasts and nipples and is able to have a nipple orgasm? But reader already knew that she can have it, but left it as a surprise for him. So he's just playing with reader's tits and it makes her more turned on, so he continues and it happens
woozi making reader cum just from nipple play
WARNINGS: smut, nipple play, a very shocked and turned on jihoon?, biting, licking, sucking, mention of penetrative sex, masturbation (f. receiving)
youâre lying with your boyfirend, all sprawled out and giggly, letting jihoon take his time playing with your body and your responses. his hands are warm, and surprisingly smooth, fingers slightly calloused.
âyouâre so sensitive here,â he mutters, thumb swiping lazily over your nipple. the small, surprised gasp you let out makes him pause, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. âwhat, didnât think iâd notice?â
you bite your lip, playing coy. âmaybe.â
he quirks an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and his other hand joins the party. his thumbs circle your nipples in slow flicks, and when you arch into his touch, he leans in close.
âthis good?â
âmhm,â you hum, trying to keep it casual, but your body betrays you. your back arches, your breath hitches, and youâre doing everything not to outright moan.
he notices.
âhuh.â he tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he watches your reaction. his fingers pinch and roll, just a little rougher, and when your thighs press together, his smirk widens. âwait⌠no way.â
you donât respond, just close your eyes and let out the tiniest whimper. itâs enough to send his brain into overdrive.
âholy shit,â he mutters, more to himself than to you. âis this⌠are youâŚ?â
you peek at him through half-lidded eyes, the faintest, most mischievous smile on your lips as you grit out a bit sulky. âwhat do you think, woozi?â
his jaw drops. actually drops.
âyouâre joking,â he says, voice shaky, but his hands donât stop. his fingers start to work harder, and it's almost funny how far hes willing to concentrate, as if heâs testing a theory.
âoh my god, youâre not joking,â he breathes when your breathing gets heavier, your hips starting to shift like youâre chasing something.
âkeep going,â you gasp, voice thin and desperate now, and thatâs all the confirmation he wished.
his mouth joins in, lips latching onto one nipple while his hand works the other. he alternates between soft licks and firm sucks, and the combination is devastating.
âyouâre actually gonna cum from this,â he mumbles against your skin, sounding both awestruck and ridiculously turned on. âfuck, youâre unreal.â
your hands fly to his hair, pushing him back to twirl his tongue around your sensitive and flushed bud, tugging as your body strains under him. âjihoonâoh my god, stop t-talking!â
he feels your thighs quiver, your hands tighten in his hair, he realizes that every flick of his tongue is pushing you closer to the border. his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking hard before switching to fast flicks of his tongue. his other hand rolls your neglected nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting just enough to draw out the prettiest gasps from you.
your head falls back, mouth hanging open, and youâre gone. when it finally happens, your entire body tenses, thighs clenching, your hips lifting slightly off the bed as you moan, high-pitched and breathy.
jihoonâs eyes snap up to your face, his mouth still latched onto your breast as he watches the realization wash over you.
âoh my god,â he mumbles funnily around your nipple, pulling back just enough to look at you properly.
your chest heaves, your hands falling limply from his hair to rest on the bed. youâre flushed, your skin glistening, and your lips slightly parted as you try to catch your breath.
jihoon sits back on his knees, his chest rising and falling with his own labored breathing. âyou actuallyâŚâ his voice trails off, disbelief and arousal warring in his face.
you stay quiet, your head turned slightly to the side, as if avoiding his gaze.
âyou just came⌠from that?â he asks, his tone somewhere between wonder and outright lust.
you nod, cheeks burning as you avoid looking directly at him. âyeah,â you mumble, so quiet he barely hears you.
his hand moves to your thigh, his grip firm as he slides his palm up, pausing when his fingers meet the wet heat between your pussy lips. âyouâre not messing with me, right? this wasnât, like, a coincidence?â
âjihoon!â you groan, covering your face with your hands. âitâs not weird, okay? iâve always been like this.â
he stares at you, his brain still trying to catch up with what just happened. his fingers move against you, feeling the slick and glossy proof of your orgasm, and he bites his lip. âare you kidding me? weird? this is⌠fuck, this is the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â
your hips shift at his words, instinctively pressing into his hand, and thatâs when he notices the subtle roll of your body, the way your legs fall open just a little wider, and how your gaze flicks down to the obvious strain in his sweatpants.
his cock twitches against his thigh, already achingly hard, and he canât help but smirk. âyouâre already thinking about it, arenât you?â
you lift your head, your eyes narrowing at his cocky tone. âthinking about what?â
he leans down, his mouth brushing against your ear. âhow good itâs gonna feel when I fuck you stupid.â
you shudder, and before you can answer, his lips find yours, stealing the breath from your lungs as he presses you into the mattress.
your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans into your mouth as his hips grind against yours. his hands find your breasts again, fingers toying with your sensitive nipples, and your body jerks beneath him.
âso sensitive,â he murmurs, his lips moving down your neck, his tongue tracing a path to your collarbone. âi could make you come like that all night, couldnât I?... youâve been holding out on me,â he teases, biting lightly at the soft swell of your breast. âkeeping secrets. youâre gonna have to make it up to me.â you donât even get the chance to respond before his tongue is back on your nipple, his fingers slipping between your folds to find your gummy walls.
how well i think svt will be able to navigate through a corn maze
notes: tbh i think i'm wonwoo. 'maize maze' is actually hilarious okay.
masterlist
seungcheol:
makes it a competition to see who can come out of the maze the fastest. intentionally booked it during the day, bc there was no way he was going to risk going in the evening and scaring himself to death while surrounded by stalks of corn. zooms through the maze like he's the flash or something, only encounters one member (hansol, who looks extremely lost) before he manages to escape in just under 2 hours. makes sure to greet every member that comes out after him to tell them that he won
jeonghan:
goes in, like, 5 times. he keeps pretending to go in before just walking back out again, and poor junhui has to be the one to eventually walk all the way back to the maze entrance, grab jeonghan's hand, and physically drag him through the first few turns of the maze, bc seungcheol insisted that everyone had to take part in this competition. is terrible at escaping mazes, tells junhui they should just give up. starts singing really obnoxiously about how they're all gonna die here and how this really was a bad idea and he should have just stayed at home. even so, he n junhui end up being the 4th and 5th people to leave the maze, only bc junhui was so excited to escape (and everyone else was so terrible)Â
joshua:
probably one of the most chill about the maze. was saddled with seokmin bc the younger man was way too scared to enter the maze by himself. is the one that tells all of them as they're entering the maze that if they just stick together they could make it out of the maze super quickly and all at once⌠no one listens to him. holds seokmin's hand the entire time; reassures him every few minutes that they will manage to escape the maze eventually n they won't be stuck here forever. strolls super casually through the maze like they're taking a walk in the countryside, which they basically are. that is, until his hay fever starts to be activated (by corn, of all things) and so he has to start hurrying along to get out of the sneeze maze
junhui:
was almost going to beat seungcheol before jeonghan sent them all a photo of him still standing at the entrance. was told to go back to the beginning and retrieve their second eldest member bc apparently escaping a corn maze was an activity in which participation was mandatory. nevertheless, he is Unfazed!! practically skips through the maze, despite jeonghan being the personification of doom and gloom behind him, pats his hyung on the back n tells him not to worry n that they'll get out soon :D
hoshi:
competitive for all of half an hour before his vision starts blurring and all he can see are giant green walls. gets lost, tells himself that he'll be great at living the rest of his life as a Nature Man in the maze. sits in the dead end for a good hour or so. somehow manages to make friends with five sparrows in the maze. is considering whether he should begin his tiger transformation in the middle of the corn maze when he's found by one of the workers who apparently was watching him talk to the sparrows for an hour straight. ends up being escorted out of the maze by them
wonwoo:
has to go really slowly bc mingyu refuses to let go of his shirt. could have definitely beaten seungcheol if he wanted to, bc he's a nerd and actually studied how to escape corn mazes during the drive there. keeps saying "maize maze" over and over again to himself. doesn't get lost, but does run into many dead ends bc mingyu keeps tugging him into a path that he thinks is safer. almost walks straight into the hedge at one point. demands that mingyu let him climb onto his back, is almost able to see over the top of the maze with their combined height. manages to drag mingyu out of the maze eventually
woozi:
walks really leisurely. he knows he's not going to win the competition that seungcheol set up, so he takes his time. he might not enjoy socialising and going out of his studio, but being in a blissfully quiet maze (punctuated occasionally by the members' screams) helps relax him and clear his mind. runs into dead ends half of the time, but that's okay bc it only prolongs his walks. composes the hook of five different songs in his head as he's staring up at the blue sky. gets told off by seungcheol at the end for not having any sort of competitive spirit at all. had a good time, but probably wouldn't go again bc the soles of his feet hurt and his cheeks were a little bit irritated from being brushed against the leaves of corn constantly
minghao:
is somehow super speedy at finishing the maze. ditches mingyu with wonwoo as soon as he sees the elder, then has disappeared round the corner before wonwoo can even start voicing a complaint. is grinning the entire time, practically skipping through the maze. almost runs over a mother with her daughter, stops for a few minutes to say hello and has a really sweet exchange with the girl who won't stop telling him how handsome he looks. gets really shy and blushes afterwards, spends a whole five minutes collecting himself before he's back on track towards his goal again. is the 3rd to leave the maze
mingyu:
coward. tries to hold onto minghao the entire time, is then dumped onto wonwoo. subsequently spends the entire maze gripping onto wonwoo's shirt tightly so that he can't saddle him with another member like that traitor minghao did. shakes so badly the whole time, even though it's daylight and actually kind of hot in the maze. insists that he has The Best intuition and keeps on leading him and wonwoo down dead ends. screams every time the leaves brush against his arm. practically crawls out of the exit of the maze, still clinging to wonwoo's shirt, and vows to never ever go into one of those things again
dokyeom:
isn't really scared like mingyu, but is very much worried that he'll get lost and never ever be able to come out. holds joshua's hand the entire time. wanted to backhug the guy and practically hang off him the entire time, but shua said no bc it would be difficult to walk. has an almost panic attack four times. is worriedly rambling to himself about how they'll survive if they get stuck during nightfall when it's cold. thankfully managed to somehow have a packet of tissues in his pocket, constantly gives them to his hyung whose nose is suddenly running like crazy
seungkwan:
super competitive, is sure that he'll be the one to leave the maze the fastest. was originally in a three with the other maknaes, before hansol mysteriously disappeared into thin air. chan pushed him into the hedge at one point, and when he emerged, sputtering leaves and outrage, he'd found the youngest had bolted and left him alone. stormed through the maze, simmering with anger the entire time. every dead end he encountered made him angrier, and he probably ended up encountering all the dead ends possible. was one of the last to exit the maze, and was so exhausted that he let himself rest for a few hours during the drive back before promptly recharging in the restaurant and tackling chan to the floor. they ended up getting kicked out of the restaurant.Â
vernon:
was originally in a group of three with seungkwan and chan, managed to somehow lose both of them and end up wandering through the maze by himself. tries to yell for them, hears nothing back. his phone is dead too, so he gives up and lets himself walk round in circles in the maze. encounters one (1) other person and that's seungcheol, who barely glances at him before zooming off again. has to be escorted out of the maze by a worker like hoshi, but it takes him way longer to be found bc he keeps on moving around so it looks like he knows where he's going. even though he really, really doesn't.
chan:
second to exit the maze. originally had a plan for all three of the maknaes to stick together and leave as quickly as possible, but then everything kinda fell apart when hansol disappeared so he decided to make seungkwan disappear too by pushing him into the corn and running away. did the whole 'keep your hand on the right wall' thing, was amazed to find out it worked when he left the maze to find only seungcheol standing there. begged the eldest to buy him ice cream while they waited for the others to come out. ended up falling asleep on a nearby bench with the half-eaten ice cream, was almost forgotten at the maze by seungcheol when they were leaving
genre:Â smut, angst, fluff, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers
summary: being technologically averse, yet a complete control freak to your core, you tend to annoy senior IT specialist, jeon wonwoo, to no end. but after an apology brings you two closer together, wonwoo finds himself reaching out to you more often than not. on and off slack. despite what you two had originally perceived, you find yourself thrown into feelings that neither of you could've ever prepared for.
warnings: handjobs, fingering, oral (f!recieving), unprotected sex, missionary position, belly bulge, grinding, praise, wonwoo is a service top!!, multiple sex scenes, jerking it in an corporate office bathroom lol, drunk horniness, miscommunication, reader is learning how to open up<3, mutual pining. nsfw (minors / ageless blogs dni).
word count:Â 19.2k
note: hello new ppl, welcome to the first goldenhourology one shot ⨠I've written things in the past, but this is my first really long one shot. the longer it got, the more I stressed out lol. but I've seen a lot of people do this 20k word one shots, so I thought I'd try my hand at it! also idk much about tech, so if I got anything wrong in this, pls ignore it. thank you to anyone who gives this a read!!
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Some said your late 20s were the last few years of fun before you fully allowed yourself to be an adult, so why were you always drowning in work?
It didnât help that you were an executive assistant in one of the biggest software companies in the U.S. When you took the job, surely, you shouldâve known that youâd be signing up for an exorbitant amount of work, ranging from invoice management, planning travel for your boss, to even research for senior managers. Despite the constant stress you were under, you liked this job. You liked the trust that your boss had in you. You liked that they let you be independent and figure things out on your own.
And when you couldnât ⌠you simply contacted IT.
It helped that a senior IT specialist sat right across from your cubicle.
Jeon Wonwoo wasnât the most talkative cubicle buddy, nor was he the most pleasant. He did his best to give you a smile every once in a while, but he had to fight the urge to throw his head in his hands whenever you send him a message on Slack. You didnât typically need help with anything, except in the area of tech. You were so organized and incredibly smart â it didnât take an idiot to see that â but god forbid, sometimes ⌠you could be so technologically averse.
Maybe he just had too many years of schooling under his belt â he was 28 now with both a Bachelors and Masters in Software Engineering â but you surprised him with some of your requests. Sometimes, youâd delete files by accident, need to renew your subscription to important apps, even locked yourself out of your own computer once. He had interns underneath him that could be available to help you, but you had consistently messaged him. And he sat directly across from you. No matter what, it was always going to be Wonwoo that had to help you. Fate had made sure of that.
There were times that you realized you were bothering him. Either you heard him curse from behind his extremely large monitor or he adjusted his glasses so much that you thought he might break them in half. And to be honest, you liked being in control of your own work, so youâd try to find a solution. Typically, solving your own tech problems left your computer in more disarray.
And there was Wonwoo to save the day yet again.
You [10:58 AM]: Morning, Wonwoo!
You [10:58 AM]: I screwed up
You [10:59 AM]: Boss sent me some documents that were password protected, but heâs away for the next two days and not answering his phone
You [10:59 AM]: So I mightâve downloaded some software to help me unlock it and I think itâs attempting to hack my email as we speak
You [11:01 AM]: Iâm so so sorry! I didnât want to bother you
Jeon Wonwoo [11:01 AM]: Iâll be right over.
Luckily for you, Wonwoo was able to fix the problem and stop your email from getting hacked. Whoever was the owner of that virus-filled program you tried to download didnât gain access to those password-protected documents before Wonwoo secured your computer. But it was close. Too close.
Not only that, but he had a multitude of other projects today. He had to train two new interns ⌠have one of those annual performance reviews with the head of IT ⌠change over a dozen new passwords for people ⌠and then he found out that theyâre changing servers. Which meant everything backed up on their former server had to be transferred over to the new one. Fucking great.
He wasnât sure how many times he sighed today, but it had to be over a hundred. When he couldnât stand to be sitting anymore, he stood up and paced around the third floor of the building. Today felt like the longest day of his life. And there was a mustard stain on his green sweater vest. And he got a shitty haircut a few days ago. And he probably needed new glasses because he was getting headaches.Â
It was time for a coffee. As well as a day off.
Coincidentally, you were also headed to the break room that afternoon in need of a green tea. You were about to walk in when you heard your cubicle mate letting out a frustrated breath while talking to another IT specialist. He was clearly fed up about something, or maybe just tired of this day. You hid next to the doorframe, and just when you thought it was safe to step out, you heard your name fall from his lips.
âI donât understand how she does it,â Wonwoo complained, hands smacking against his sides. âSeriously, itâs mind boggling. Iâm pretty sure she has her Masters in Business Administration, but she does this shit that just makes me ⌠Oh my god, she literally tried to download some faulty software off the internet today, instead of just asking me or someone else for help.âÂ
âOh, yeah, everyone wants to turn to you when you got that attitude, man,â someone â Lee Seokmin, maybe? â joked.
âYou get what a mean.â Wonwoo watched the first couple drips of shitty office coffee fill his cup. âI was able to save her computer, yeah, but it would be nice to avoid an emergency for a day.â
Seokmin slapped him on the back. âThe joys of working in IT.â
You huffed, stalking away from the break room and back to your desk. There was only so much office gossip you could take, especially when it involved you. As soon as you sat down, you finished typing up an email at the loudest volume possible, your fingers basically punching themselves into the keys. You heard Wonwoo slide back into his desk chair, the fresh smell of burnt coffee wafting across to you, and he didnât say a thing. Not that he would ever know you had eavesdropped. But not a âhelloâ or âhow has computer been after this morning?â He went back to work, burning his tongue on the overly hot liquid.
Maybe Wonwoo was right; maybe you did need to just stop overthinking and ask for help instead of figuring stuff out on your own. Or maybe this asshole needed an attitude check.
You decided to not bother him for the rest of the week, complaining to your friends that Friday night about your shithead of a coworker. They said he might be looking out for you in his own fucked up way. You said he might just be an asshole.
Come Monday morning, you had realized your ignoring hadnât effected him at all. He still sent you the same small smile as he walked in and sat down across from you. Could he really not see how pissed you are, or had the facade youâd crafted for so long as the perfect corporate employee work too well?
You should just be upfront with him, take control of the situation. Like always.Â
You [9:44 AM]: I heard you in the break room a few days ago.
You [9:44 AM]: I just didnât want to bother you. Thatâs why I had tried to figure out the issue on my own. Didnât realize that was a crime
Jeon Wonwoo [9:46 AM]: Crap.
Jeon Wonwoo [9:46 AM]: You werenât supposed to hear that.
You [9:47 AM]: Well, I did
Jeon Wonwoo [9:50 AM]: Listen.
Jeon Wonwoo [9:50 AM]: Not that it excuses anything, but thereâs so much going on at work. It wasnât all about you. I was complaining just to complain and I didnât mean any of it.
Jeon Wonwoo [9:50 AM]: Iâm sorry.
You [9:51 AM]: Wow
Jeon Wonwoo [9:51 AM]: What?
You [9:51 AM]: Youâve never come across as someone who can apologize well
Jeon Wonwoo [9:52 AM]: Are you sure you arenât projecting right now? We sit across from each other. Iâve seen how stubborn you are.
You [9:53 AM]: I thought you were apologizing to me????
Jeon Wonwoo [9:56 AM]: Iâm sorry. Again.
You [10:01 AM]: Okay, youâre forgiven
Jeon Wonwoo [10:09 AM]: Can I make it up to you with a coffee?
You didnât go out on dates. The last one you went on was ⌠years ago, probably in undergrad. Once you go for your Masters, all energy to date goes out the window.
Not that this was a date. This certainly was not a date.
This was an apology coffee after work, since the two of you seemed to have an affinity for caffeine at late hours.
Even if, per chance, he thought this was a date ⌠youâd eventually have to let him down easy. It probably wasnât in your best interest to date someone like Jeon Wonwoo, but youâd also closed yourself off from love for far too long. It wasnât that you didnât get lonely â you did, very much, especially on late nights where it was just you and your favorite vibrator â but it was just ⌠scary. Opening yourself up. Losing just a small semblance of control. You werenât even sure you could physically allow yourself to do that after being alone for so long.Â
Your heart had been tucked away so many years ago, locked inside a box, and then in another box, and so on. With the final lock being so complicated that only someone who knew the last four of your social security number could answer. No one was opening up that box. Your heart was safe from the outside world.
You were independent, reliant on only yourself, and you liked it that way.
Once he had gotten both your coffees, he sat down next to you at a hightop table, folding his winter coat over the back of his chair. He had managed to remember your latte order and it tasted perfect. Your eyes flitted up, ogling him for a moment. When youâre not under the fluorescent lights of the office, Wonwoo was ⌠attractive. To say the least. Maybe he always had been and you were too blind to see it. Maybe his face was perpetually hidden by his monitor.
His hair was tousled in the way that it looked effortless, even if he hadnât brushed it after rolling out of bed. He had a tendency to wear sweater vests with white t-shirts underneath, or button-downs with jeans. But it was only when he showed off his forearms that you realized he was surprisingly built underneath his oversized clothes. He was tall and his shoulders were broad. You liked his glasses too; they always sat on the edge of his nose. A thin line was etched into both lenses, suggesting age, but they framed his face well.
Yeah, you thought to yourself, he is handsome.
âWhy are you staring at me?â He asked, knocking you out of your stupor.
You blinked and looked down at your coffee, removing the lid. âOh, I ⌠uh ⌠good question.â
âListen,â he started, eyes flickering to his hands, âIâm really sorry about what I said ââ
âYou donât have to keep apologizing.â
ââ And I understand if you want to go to HR about this ââ
You shook your head. âWait, what? Why would I do that?â
He glanced around, until finally, his eyes were on you again. And suddenly, you were wondering if his eyes were dark brown or the color of cinnamon. âIsnât that what any rational person would do?â
He had you stumped there. If this were a different situation ⌠you probably would do that. âIâm not going to tell HR about this, Wonwoo. You apologized and said you didnât mean it. I have to trust that.â And you didnât trust lightly â hardly at all â but something about Wonwoo made you feel like it could be easy with him.
âWe all have shit days,â you added, taking a sip of the scalding hot latte. âYou have a ton of stuff on your plate. Doesnât give you an excuse for what you did, but we all say things in the heat of the moment that we donât mean. I have so many things to organize throughout the day, and sometimes it gets the better of me. Remember when I had book that last minute trip for our CEO and I was on the phone for hours with Delta and Suzanne in finance had the nerve to start bothering me about some invoice? I lost it on her for a straight minute.â
âOh, my god, yeah,â he chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose as the memory resurfaced. âHer eyes almost came out of her skull at your reaction. To be fair ⌠Suzanne needs to be knocked down a peg sometimes. She always blames IT when she canât get into her email, but itâs because sheâs constantly typing her password with one letter off.â
You couldnât help but giggle. Your hand hit the tabletop a few times as you let your workplace personality fade in front of your coworker. âThose new IT interns donât know whatâs coming once Suzanne comes for them,â you joked.
âThe IT interns donât know anything. Period.â He jabbed his finger onto the table. âI mean, theyâre interns, but it takes so much time to train them. If I have to teach them JavaScript one more time âŚâ
âSay it, Jeon Wonwoo,â you egged him on, a chuckle filtering at the end. âWhat will happen if you have to teach those good for nothing interns JavaScript?â
A slow smile made itâs way onto Wonwooâs face, and ⌠damn, you were actually a really cool person. âWell,â he cleared his throat, âIâll tell you what will happen âŚâ
Jeon Wonwoo [12:13 PM]: Did you bring lunch today?
Jeon Wonwoo [12:13 PM]: I just found this new cafe down the street and was thinking about grabbing something there in a few. Did you wanna come?
You [12:14 PM]: Do you think they have a chicken salad sandwich on the menu
Jeon Wonwoo [12:15 PM]: I can only assume so?
You [12:15 PM]: SOLD
You both go out for more coffees, before and after work. You found yourself excited to wake up early, to meet up with Wonwoo at the coffee shop located in the lobby of your work building. Always getting there before him, you typically ordered two coffees â remembering his order to a T â and when he walked in five minutes late, he promised to buy the next round. You never let him.
You began planning lunches over Slack, discussing what was on special at that cafe he found last month. In fact, you two talked most of the day on Slack. A message from you had once gotten on his nerves, and now ⌠he was eager for it. Eager to hear your thoughts throughout the day, excited to talk about what new dumb question an intern asked him today or to see more pictures of your grandmaâs cats.
And Wonwoo ⌠Wonwoo was easier to get along with than you thought. You just had to peel back the layers before he finally got comfortable, and honestly, you could relate. To be fair, you had a few more layers than he did, but he was slowly learning that you were more than what he perceived. After that first coffee, he realized how funny you were, and then a couple lunches later, he learned you were an avid romance and thriller reader â and nothing in between. It wasnât until last week that he finally cracked you open enough to learn about your love for Elder Scrolls Online. He was sure you were joking at first, but when you clarified how serious you were, he almost fell off his chair.
âIâm not shocked that you play it,â he said over coffee one morning. âWhat Iâm shocked at is that youâd rather play Elder Scrolls Online and not Skyrim.â
âOf course, you would say that,â you replied, rolling your eyes. âI donât really have an interest in the game universe. I started playing Elder Scrolls Online to relieve stress while applying to colleges, and then I just ⌠didnât stop.â You shrugged.
Much to his own surprise â even with your take on Skyrim â Wonwoo thoroughly enjoyed your company. It was insane that you both had spent almost two years sitting across from each other before realizing how much you liked each other. Words always left unsaid. Eyes staying glued to computers. It had been a routine for you both that you had never strayed from â until now. So many tech requests over Slack ⌠and now he was actively looking forward to work everyday. To seeing you. To talking with you.Â
You.
Jeon Wonwoo realized how much he liked stockings. Specifically, he liked the way you looked in them.
And thatâs when things got dangerous.
He started to notice the days you would wear them, and then concluded which day you did laundry. You liked wearing blouses with a pencil skirt and stockings on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Those were now his favorite days.Â
Wednesdays youâd wear dress pants and maybe a sweater, whereas on âCasual Fridays,â you were clad in a t-shirt with a cardigan layered and jeans. You always looked nice at the office, but those stocking days ⌠they were getting to him.
Sometimes, heâd watch the way you walked away from your desk â either to the Bossâ office or to the finance department â and he couldnât help but let his eyes trail down your legs. You had these stockings that had a slight tear in the back, and he wondered if you realized, or was he just too much of a perverted loser to be the first person to notice? He wanted to purchase a new pair for you. He wanted to replace all your stockings and buy you enough that you could wear them with a skirt everyday, just so he could see you in them.
Maybe he was a loser.
You looked up at him, even in heels, and you had this way of smiling at him that left him questioning why you liked hanging out with him in the first place. His personality couldnât be that charming to warrant your attention. But you were warm â even when your hands were perpetually cold â and kind, never straying once he was in front of you. And you had this lip gloss that stained your lips magenta and made them shine. Even in the dim fluorescent lights. When his chair turned just slightly and he let his eyes glaze over you, one finger rubbing at his top lip, he couldnât help but be curious if the gloss had a flavor to it ⌠and then, heâd get distracted by your legs again. And your blouse, and your hair.Â
Donât even get him started on the way you smelled.
Maybe he was a loser. No, he was most definitely a loser.Â
It was a Thursday night. Almost 7 PM and you were still at the office. You had plans to go out tonight to celebrate your friendâs new job, but you ended up having to cancel when the Boss placed a stack of paperwork on your desk before leaving the building at promptly 6 oâclock. Why he couldnât have given you all these invoices and memos hours ago was beyond you, but you werenât even halfway through this stack and the janitor was now mopping beside you.
When a Slack notification appeared on the side of your monitor, you didnât even read it before spinning around in your chair. There Wonwoo was, leaning back in his own chair while a progress window ticked on one of his dual monitors. You raised a brow. âI didnât even hear you over there,â you commented. âWhy are you still here?â
âA month or so ago, the IT head told me that weâd soon be transitioning servers, so all of our backups and data need to be transferred over to this new server.â He explained, adjusting his glasses and glancing over at the progress window. It changed from 23% to 24% finished. âSomeone had to be the lucky person to stay after hours and make sure it all went smoothly.â
You twirled a pen in your two fingers and crossed your legs. âOh, that sucks.â Your skirt hiked up a little, and just that small flash of exposed skin had Wonwoo averting his eyes.
âYeah,â he said, clearing his throat. âIâm assuming youâre still here because of that.â He nodded towards the pile of paper.
âNo, no, obviously I love being here after hours with you,â you replied, sarcasm dripping from your tone, but it still ignited a short spark of hope within him. (Wonwoo, can you chill the fuck out? He chastised.) âYou know the Boss has a penchant for letting invoices pile up. He just so happened to let that pile end up on my desk before he left today. And some of these needed to be filled out âŚâ Your eyes skimmed the first paper on your desk. âOh, yesterday!â
Wonwoo offered to help you while also keeping watch of his computer â 28% finished â but you insisted you could handle it. âI already bother you enough during work hours,â you said before turning back to your desk. He knew by now that you were simply too stubborn to give up control of the project. Once you had started it yourself, you needed to see it through. He wasnât sure if you two were close enough that he could be completely honest, that he could tell you that it was fine to let go this independence that you kept on a tight leash. He was willing to help. (God, was he willing.)Â
But he chocked it up to telling you once that you were âso fucking stubborn.â
Your reply had come in the form of a swift kick to his knee.
Wonwoo glanced at his monitor. 67% finished.
It was 10 PM and you were just about finished with the paperwork, but you were running on fumes. Just a few memos left and youâd be done. To get you through the next hour, you needed something. So you headed to the break room, suddenly craving some burnt workplace coffee. (What was it about this coffee maker that gave it such a distinct burnt flavor? Youâd never know.) After placing the pod of coffee grounds in the slot and filling the water, you pressed the start button, turning around with a huff to see Wonwoo striding into the break room. A crushed, styrofoam coffee cup was clutched in his large hand before he tossed it in the barrel beside you.Â
âHowâs your transfer going?â You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Coffee had started to pour from the machine and into your cup.
He rubbed the back of his neck. âItâs at 88% now. Hopefully should be done in the next hour.â
âMe too, if all goes well.â A sigh escaped your lips. âI still have a few more papers to fill out. Shouldnât take me more than an hour, but I havenât looked through them all yet.â
Wonwoo stepped forward, reaching in the direction of the styrofoam cups. âIf you had let me help you ââ
You tried sidestepping out of the way to give him some room, but his hand brushed against your arm anyway. Your chin tilted up as your eyes met his, back pressing against the counter. âIt wouldnât have helped,â you finished for him.
His arm paused mid-air, and he looked down at you. Eyes narrowing, he replied, âYouâre one of the most stubborn people Iâve ever met. You have this desperate need to be in control of everything.â
âAnd why is that a bad thing?â Your tone took a hard edge. The last thing you wanted right now was to put effort into arguing, but you were tired and already on the edge of a breakdown. âIâve relied on myself for as long as I can remember. I like being in control. I like being stubborn. If I didnât do most things myself ââ
âYou ask me to fix something on your computer at least once a day.â
âThatâs different.â
âYouâre right,â he agreed, and you noticed then just how close he was. Your chests were practically touching. âSometimes you do try to figure things out yourself and almost break your hard drive.â
His progress window was probably at 93% finished now. He should head back to his desk, but his feet stayed planted right where they were.
âWhy does it matter?â You exhaled loud, your hands slapping against your hips. âDo you want an award or something? You have your way of doing things, and I have mine. Iâm not perfect, but I ⌠I like things the way they are.â Change is scary, you thought to yourself, but didnât dare voice it out loud.
He was so close that he could smell your perfume. The scent of lavender mixed with orange blossoms and vanilla filled his nostrils, swirling around his brain. He could get addicted to this smell, to you. Maybe he already was. When his eyes roamed down to your legs and he saw his favorite pair of stockings on you, he damn near collapsed. In fact, he hadnât even realized the soft groan had left his lips until your gaze found his, your pretty irises growing wide.
You were just so ⌠captivating.
His hands were on both sides of you, pressing your back further into the counter. Your black coffee steaming and fully abandoned in the coffee machine. He was holding himself back, his knuckles going white with restraint. But he wasnât like you. He could only keep himself in control for so long. And with you here right now, your perfume surrounding him, your stockings-clad thigh brushing against his leg, your a hand placed on his chest ⌠he was a goner.
âWonwoo,â you whispered, palm still resting on his shirt, âwe âŚâ
When your voice trailed off, Wonwooâs instincts got the better of him. âPlease, just âŚâ One hand came up to smooth against your cheek, and he was almost out of breath as he pulled your face to his. âLet me do this.â
He gave you enough time to shove him back, to yell at him, to tell him you didnât like him in that way. But your neck was craning towards his, and he took that as a sign to crash his lips onto yours. They were softer than he expected, and the taste ⌠your gloss tasted like â well, like nothing. But if he pretended, he couldâve sworn there was a slight cherry aftertaste. His glasses bumped into your nose, but heâd been too overwhelmed to remember to take them off. Mouth moving against yours, his hips crammed you more against the counter, hard enough to leave a bruise on your spine. You didnât care though. His shoulders were so wide that they shielded you, inviting your body into his, and your fingers fisted into his button-up. Tongues tangled, eager to taste more and more of each other.Â
Wonwoo could kiss you forever. You didnât want him to stop.
But all good things must end. Because when he instinctively placed his leg between yours, he knew this was going too far. Especially because you two were still at work. In the break room.
He instantly removed his leg, his lips breaking from yours. Your eyes connected, the room filled with only the sounds of heavy breathing, before you wiped a trail of spit from your chin.
Wonwooâs head spun behind him. Thank god, there was no CCTV camera by the coffee maker.
Jeon Wonwoo [9:09 AM]: Good morning.
Jeon Wonwoo [9:09 AM]: I shouldnât have done that last night.
Jeon Wonwoo [9:10 AM]: Still friends?
You [9:14 AM]: We probably shouldnât be talking about this on Slack
You [9:15 AM]: Hereâs my number: 855-777-0821
You [9:18 AM]: But yes friends :D
Wonwoo did not want to be just friends. But he was utterly terrified of what you would say if he voiced that. You had kissed him back, yes, but ⌠hadnât you agreed to be friends far too quickly? You had both hung out post-kiss â he liked to call this period of time A.T.K. (after the kiss) â and you didnât seem to be ruminating on it like he was. Of course, he didnât know what you were thinking, and you could be so hard to read sometimes when your layers werenât stripped back enough. But âŚ
Could it really have meant nothing to you?
If that were the case, he didnât know how it was possible for you. He couldnât stop thinking about the kiss even if he tried. When he saw you the next day â Friday, January 9, A.T.K. â the first thing he noticed was your lip gloss and all he wanted was to have it smeared over his mouth again. He noticed the way your hair fell over your shoulder, remembering how soft the strands felt when his fingers had slipped between them. He noticed that you were wearing those jeans that hugged your ass just right, and â god, now he was wishing that he had touched more than just your cheek. Wonwoo wanted to touch you everywhere. And vice versa. He didnât care if your hands were constantly freezing or if they were dry during the winter. He wanted you to touch him however you pleased. He wanted to grab you and kiss you and hold those cold hands in his warm ones â
Oh, my god. He had a boner. At work. Just the mere memory of a kiss had him shifting himself in his pants underneath his desk, hoping no one noticed.
Eventually, he stood up, trying to keep a casual hand over the bulge in his pants as he fast walked to the bathroom. Nobody batted an eye, but you did steal a glance over at him once his back was turned. Your brow raised at the way he was practically sprinting for the elevator, not realizing that he was heading for the second floor restrooms. He must be excited for something. Probably a package, you thought before turning back to your computer.
Wonwoo felt like he could finally breathe once he was inside a stall. He rested his head against the cool tile wall, feeling the ache start to settle in his groin. He couldnât remember the last time he felt this way. What 28-year-old gets a boner from a kiss? You had him acting like a goddamn teenager.
What had you done to him? Just one kiss and he was completely under your spell.
(Or maybe heâd been this way all along.)
His fingers fumbled with the zipper on his jeans as he finally pulled himself out of his jeans, stroking from base to tip. Thankfully, no one was in the bathroom. He couldnât believe his life had come to this. The last thing he ever wanted was to be that guy who jacked off in the bathroom. But you had to wear those goddamn jeans â
Wonwoo wasnât good at hiding his feelings, but he was doing a pretty good job even as this was killing him inside. He wasnât like you; he found it hard to restrain himself, to ignore everything that was bubbling up inside him. He could feel himself cracking. What would be the thing that finally broke him?
The answer was simple: alcohol.
Lee Seokmin [11:26 AM]: Dude lol. Whyâd you run away from your desk like that
Lee Seokmin [11:26 AM]: I think you could win the Olympics with that kind of sprint!
Jeon Wonwoo [11:39 AM]: Donât ask.
Lee Seokmin [11:40 AM]: Alrighty then ;)
Lee Seokmin [11:41 AM]: On another note ⌠you free next Thursday? My buddy in the marketing department, Josh, finally has a night off from his kid so we were thinking of getting a group together for drinks after work. Interested?
The last thing you ever expected was to be invited to drinks with Seokmin and some of the managers in marketing, but Wonwoo said you should come. âIn fact,â he had clarified, âyou should come so I donât have to deal with DKâs drunk antics all night.â Who were you to deprive him of your presence when he was that desperate? Plus, there was a nice girl in marketing that was also invited; maybe tonight was the night to befriend her.
But the marketing people knew how to party. You were only halfway through your second beer whereas the rest of your group was on their fourth. And three tequila shots deep. Wonwoo, seemingly, had an affinity for tequila, unlike yourself. He was able to throw them back like it was nothing; he didnât even need a chaser. When Seokmin had requested they all get a fourth, he was met with a round of cheers, and even Wonwoo â quiet, introverted Wonwoo â threw his hands up with excitement. You placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, âAre you sure about that?â
Wonwoo felt his whole body freeze when your hot breath reached his ear. A pale, pink flush appeared on his cheeks, but you chocked it up to how drunk he was. Eventually, he waved away your worry with his hand. âIâm fiiiiiiiiine. Hey, how about I get you another beer?â
âAre you even coherent enough to get me another ââ
âHEY! Bartender! Can I get one more of these?!â He shouted, waving your empty glass in the air. âOh, and more tequila!â
Seokmin slapped a hand on his friendâs shoulder, laughing along with him. As you made friends with the rest of the marketing department, you found yourself glancing at Wonwoo every so often. His cheeks were so rosy now, and his glasses kept slipping down his nose. To be fair though, everyone in this dive bar seemed to be in the same state of mind. Seokmin was singing along to the Sabrina Carpenter song blasting through the speakers. Josh was so drunk that he was crying about how much he loved his friends. They had even gotten Suzanne in finance to come out, and she was making friends with everyone for once. And Wonwoo ⌠oh, god, Wonwooâs head was now on the bar top and he was closing his eyes â
You abandoned your beer and walked over to your friend, shaking his shoulders. His eyes instantly opened, expecting to see Seokmin, but when his gaze met yours, he instantly felt all warm and fuzzy. âOkay,â you said, trying your best to hoist this 6 foot man off the barstool, âyouâve had enough. Iâm taking you home.â
It was like pulling teeth to get him to tell you his address, but you guessed you shouldnât be surprised when the man on your arm was blackout drunk. After flagging a taxi, you shoved him in the seat next to you and rubbed your hands together to get them warm. Wonwooâs head was on your shoulder the second you sat down, his eyes fluttering closed as the taxi sped off into the night. You watched his fingers twitch on his thigh as he whispered sleepily, âI think my family would really like you.â
âIs that so?â You chuckled, squeezing his arm for reassurance, but little did you know just how much your touch effected him. âWhyâs that?â
âBecause youâre you,â he replied, and then yawned. âOnly you and Mingyu would do this for me.â
Your brow furrowed. âWhoâs Mingyu?â
The taxi pulled up to a brick apartment building then, and your cold fingers struggled to get cash out from your pocket while Wonwoo was practically laying on top of you. Finally, you did your best to haul him out of the seat, thanking the taxi driver before gathering an arm around Wonwooâs shoulders. The building was definitely old with vines of ivy crawling up one side. There was a dead tree with snow covering itâs branches directly by the door, spilling snowflakes on your head as you struggled to input the code Wonwoo managed to remember. And then, you were pulling him up two flights of stairs, which took far longer than you estimated. You had basically ripped his keys from his hand once you reached his apartment and continued to drag him inside, laying him on the old couch that was conveniently right near the door.
Wonwoo grumbled as soon as his head hit the armrest, and he almost fell off the couch if it werenât for you catching him and rolling him back onto the cushion. âIâm going to go get you a glass of water,â you said, quickly rushing off to his kitchen. âPlease, for the love of god, donât fall off the couch again.â
He whined for you to come back, but you pretended you didnât hear it, because if you did, youâd have to reckon with the tingle that bloomed between your legs at the sound of his desperation.
The entrance of his kitchen was right in front of a small hallway that sectioned off two ways. There was a bedroom door on each side of the hall, and once you walked inside the kitchen, you found a tiny table from the 80s and the dishwasher currently running. You didnât have time to contemplate that now, and instead pilfered through his cabinets until you found a glass and filled it with tap water. Rushing back to his side, Wonwoo was already laying halfway off the couch and you sighed.
You set the glass of water on his coffee table and lifted him back up. With a little bit of help from you, you both managed to shrug off his winter jacket and you tucked a throw blanket over him to prevent him from falling off again. A heavy exhale slipped past your lips as you knelt by his side, and you couldnât help but reach out to pushed back his hair from his forehead. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasnât sleeping. You smiled to yourself.
Were coworkers supposed to show this much affection for each other?
âWonwoo,â you said softly, and he cracked one eye open. âDo you want some water?â
He shut that eye again, grimacing at the thought of anything entering his body right now. âAbâŚabsolutely not.â
âItâll make you feel better,â you persuaded, but he still shook his head. âOkay, so what do you want right now?â
His breath stilled for a moment. âCan I be honest?â
âThatâs never stopped you before.â
âI âŚâ No, he couldnât be that honest. âI want you to ⌠keep pâpushing back my hair. Itâs ⌠relaxing.â
You chuckled, âOkay, you got it.â Your fingers were at the crown of his head again, smoothing back the strands. You hadnât noticed until now that he had a freckle on the left side of his forehead; maybe youâd just never been this close to notice. Well, actually, you had. There was this thing you two did called a kiss â
âIf youâre going to fall asleep, Iâm going to take off your glasses,â you informed him, slipping his glasses off and setting them by his glass of water. It was late, much later than you anticipated on staying out, and you both still had to go to work tomorrow.Â
But then his hand was grabbing your wrist, his grip surprisingly firm for how intoxicated he was. âCan I bâbe honest again?â He slurred, his eyes half open to meet yours.
You sighed, placing your hand on top of his, thumb brushing over his knuckles. âJust know whatever you say will be used to make fun of you tomorrow ââ
âI canât ⌠I havenât âŚâ He took a breath to formulate the words in his head. â⌠Stopped thinking about our kiss.â
You blinked down at him, watching the way his eyes began to close again as he relaxed into the old couch cushions. âYou canât just say shit like ââ
He scoffed dramatically. âIâm noooot,â he defended, his hand slipping off your wrist to curl underneath the blanket.
âWonwoo âŚâ Your voice trailed off, the words dying on your tongue.
âWho the hell are you?â
You immediately got to your feet at the sound of another personâs voice behind you. Eyes growing wide, you took in the sight of the man in front of you wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his chiseled abdomen as he shook a smaller towel through his hair. He mightâve been taller than Wonwoo, only by a little bit, and his skin was a golden tan that reminded you of summertime even in this harsh winter. Why was Wonwoo hiding handsome men in his apartment? The man looked at you, waiting for an answer, his brows raised.
âOh,â you cleared your throat. âUm âŚâ
âLeave her alone, Mingyu,â Wonwoo groaned from the couch, turning away from them to lay on his side.
So this was Mingyu, you concluded. This slightly god-like dude that looked like he walked straight out of a porno was the only other person whoâd help Wonwoo when he was blackout drunk. Interesting.
Mingyu raised his hand awkwardly for you to shake. âHis roommate,â he clarified.
âOh,â you replied, grasping his hand for a moment and telling him your name.Â
Mingyu instantly grinned, laying the small towel over his neck, holding both ends. âSo youâre her.â
You blinked, not knowing how to respond to that. Perhaps there was no way to respond; the silence was comfortable enough. You decided to keep that in mind for later though.
âHeâs ⌠well, he got very drunk,â you informed Mingyu, gesturing to a now-sleeping Wonwoo with both thumbs. âI wanted to make sure he got home okay.â
Mingyu nodded, and then sighed. âIâll take care of him. Donât worry,â he promised, opening up the door for you. âGet home safe, okay?â
Wonwoo: Sorry about that the other night. I wonât get drunk like that again. It doesnât happen very often
You: itâs okay! Iâm used to handling drunk people
You: donât get me wrong, I like to have my fun but itâs easier for me to take care of other people than like ⌠be incoherent and anxious lol
Wonwoo: By the end of the night I was starting to feel that way. Not fun
You: DRINK WATER
You: your roommate is hot btw. does he always walk around without a shirt?
Wonwoo: Of course, he didnât have a shirt on when you met him
Wonwoo: Everyone likes Mingyu
You: well, I like you [UNSENT]
The bi-annual sales meeting was started to boost morale and talk with other departments that you didnât see as often. It was typically held at a hotel in the downtown city, with the company flying in all the sales reps from across the country. There were even a few from overseas. In reality though, this was usually the week where coworkers made mistakes. At least one person was let go after these sales meetings, and HR had their eyes peeled for an entire week.
You never made a mistake at one of these. And you didnât expect to any time soon.
This was a week of rubbing elbows with slimy sales reps and making sure some old man hadnât spiked your drink. For most, this was a week to slack off, but a woman working in corporate couldnât relax in these settings. Youâd been making corrections to your bossâ presentation for the entire company for what felt like forever. (Realistically, itâd been almost two weeks.) You probably went through the 50 slides at least twice as much, checking for spelling mistakes and making sure it was in the right place on your desktop. Not on some random external hard drive. Not in the trash.Â
But it was finally the day youâd been dreading. Presentation day, and everyone at the company was eager to hear the Boss reveal if they hit their goal for the year, amongst other things. You checked the slides another time, and then made sure no one would trip over the HDMI cord connected to the projector. The Boss gave you a reassuring smile, and then it was go time.
Your boss could be a shit bag â what CEO wasnât? â but he had a way of speaking that made everyone so excited for the future. He was probably the reason why morale was always so high, and everyone looked forward to his presentation at these meetings. Your finger hovered over the right arrow button as he went through his speech, pointing out company statistics and what he wanted them all to accomplish this year, before finally getting to the goal reach. And his answer was nothing short of what the audience wanted to hear. He congratulated all of them, and everyone clapped together at the good news.
When you looked out at the crowd that had gathered, you realized almost every seat in the ballroom was filled. Some were even standing near the door and â wait, there was Wonwoo, leaning against the wall in the back. IT didnât need to be here for this presentation. In fact, they were encouraged to be doing other things, like manning a table near HR and offering on-the-spot tech help. A smile made itâs way to your lips, watching the way Wonwoo was listening intently.
Once the presentation was over and the room erupted in small talk, your boss came over and thanked you for helping out yet again. âOf course,â you replied, as if there was anything else to say. He gave you a comforting squeeze of the hand before walking off to talk to some of his favorite sales reps.
As you shut your laptop and began to place your things in your backpack, Wonwoo slipped into the chair beside yours. Just the sight of his grin set you at ease, but also made you nervous at the same time. Why were you suddenly so nervous? This was just Wonwoo.
Just Wonwoo. Just Wonwoo. Just ⌠your Wonwoo.
âCongratulations,â he beamed, giving you a high five. âI know youâve been working on this all week, but you did it!â
You always stressed so much about this presentation, but at the end of the day ⌠âAll I did was press a button,â you shrugged.
Wonwoo rolled his eyes. âWell, yeah, but you didnât accidentally delete your file like every other time youâve messaged me on Slack.â He chuckled, and you scoffed at his teasing. âIâd call that a win.â
The second to last night of sales meeting week was the longest night of the year. It was a tradition for everyone to go out to a bar the company rented out, drinking whatever alcohol they could get their hands on while celebrating a job well done. You only saw half these people twice a year, and half of the time theyâd have a beer in their hands.Â
You did your best to ignore every sales rep that tried to speak with you without slurring their words, but that was damn near impossible when some were already on their second cocktail. However, no matter how embarrassing it was, you did allow them to compliment you and your hard work. Who were you to turn down the validation? And when the time came, even your boss came over to compliment you again, and you realized there was truly nothing like being good at your job.Â
Just for a moment, everything felt okay. It was like the loneliness dissipated, the sting of years without pleasure or having someone by your side ⌠it all faded when you were rewarded for your hard work.
Maybe tonight was the night you had fun for once.
When you finally found Wonwoo later that night, he was surrounded by a few younger members of the IT team, debating what computer language everyone should be obligated to learn. You waved to him from where you stood by the bar top, and that was all it took to have him walking away from his team and towards you. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, insisting to buy you drinks for the rest of the night, and you didnât hesitate to agree. If there was anyone here you trusted enough to hand you a drink, it was Wonwoo.
Just Wonwoo.
The hour was reaching midnight now, and you werenât sure how many martinis you had, but you were hiccuping a storm. That was a telltale sign that you were totally, thoroughly drunk. Wonwoo was only drinking beer and pacing himself, unlike that night at the dive bar, but he was enjoying the sight of you finally letting loose. You hung on his arm, staring up at him with your big eyes, glazing over from all the alcohol coursing through your system. He didnât like how this effected him; he shouldnât be attracted to the way your gaze looked while you were intoxicated. But he couldnât help but wonder if your eyes held the same shine while your lips were wrapped around his â
No, this was too much. He should take you back to the hotel.
The two of you glanced around the bar, realizing it was mostly cleared out. You definitely needed to leave now.
He tugged on your arm, wrapping one of his around your waist to support you. âCâmon now,â he grunted, helping you walk out. âLetâs get you back.â
âI didnât fâfinish my drink thoooooough,â you argued, despite letting him lead you out of the bar. âAnd I can walk ⌠on my own. Swear!â
âListen, you took care of me once,â he said as you two walked into the brisk cold air. The hotel was, thankfully, only a block away. âLet me take care of you.â
Even with the alcohol pumping in your veins, just the sound of those words falling from his mouth made you grip him tighter. You felt like your bones were made of jelly, and it wasnât just from the vodka. It was him, and the way he made you feel, and how secretly warm he was, and the way he took care of you as you took care of him, and â oh, god, you wanted to cry because you liked Jeon Wonwoo so much.
So, so much.
It was much easier to get you back to your hotel room than his apartment, seeing as this hotel had a working elevator. You slumped beside him, tripping over your feet every so often, as he hauled you down the hallway to your room. You gave him your keycard easily, and once the door was open, he squeezed your hand to silently let you know it was time to move again. He helped you into the room, shutting the door behind him, before laying you down on your bed with the clumsiness only he could have.Â
You were laughing now, hiccuping from the alcohol, but laughing nonetheless. And he was laughing at your hiccups. Or maybe he just liked the way you grinned at him.
He assisted with taking off your boots and jacket, too embarrassed to remove anything else. And it definitely wasnât appropriate to either. Tearing back the covers, he nestled you underneath them, and said, âYou got everything, right? Iâm a call away if you need me.â He grabbed one of the small trash cans in the room and placed it at your bedside. âIf you need to vomit and canât make it to the bathroom, just use the trash can here ââ
You hand came out to wrap around his forearm. âStay, Wonwoo.â
Your sleepy eyes were killing him, making his inhibitions melt and his cock throb at the same time. He sighed, sitting on the side of the mattress, and before he could stop himself, he was tucking hair behind your ear. âYou know I canât do that,â he said, his voice like a caress. âYou know how it would look if someone saw me leave this room tomorrow morning. HR is on all our asses this week.â
âI know,â you slurred, and then pressed your flushed cheek into his palm. âI jâjust thought you ⌠were taking care of me thoooooooough âŚâ
His resolve crumbled into a million pieces. This was complete, utter torture. You had to know how you effected him, but of course you didnât, because you were stretching under the covers and yawning like you didnât just make his heart stop.Â
Thatâs how he ended up in your bed, shutting off the lights and settling underneath the comforter. Until you came closer and rested your head on his chest. Despite how fast his heart was beating, he felt so at peace, and you both fell asleep in the clothes you wore out tonight.
Only a few hours later, you woke with a clear head and the beginning of a hangover. Your head was pounding like crazy, and it took everything in you to slip out from the comfort of your bed and pad your feet over to the bathroom. The bright light was burning your eyes, but you needed it to find the Tylenol you left by the sink. Filling a cup with water, you took the medication and prayed it worked sooner rather than later.
You squinted at yourself in the mirror, realizing you were still in the outfit you wore yesterday. With a sigh, you picked up the big t-shirt you left on the floor yesterday morning and stripped yourself until you were in nothing but your underwear. You pulled the t-shirt on and slumped against the wall, pressing your forehead against the cold tile. Now this felt like heaven for your headache.
It took a couple of minutes to get yourself to move again, feet slapping against the floor as you walked out of the bathroom. You noticed Wonwoo was awake too, in the midst of slinking back under the covers, and you saw his jeans abandoned by his bedside.You crawled back to your cocoon of blankets, and he instantly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. And you ⌠you didnât move away. In fact, you pressed yourself closer, finally hearing how his heart raced. Wonwoo didnât care if it was probably 4 AM and he probably had to leave in a few hours â before anyone else woke â because he was holding you and smelling you hair. You smelled ⌠god, you smelled so good that it made him hard almost instantly.
You felt his hand splay against your spine, as if trying to hold himself back, and it was then that your eyes opened. The room was dark, but you knew when his gaze was burning into yours only seconds later. You slipped one hand out from the covers, cupping his cheek as your thumb brushed over his lower lip. Under his breath, he muttered a soft, âShit,â because you both knew where this was going.
You agreed you wouldnât do this again. You agreed to be friends.
But now youâre kissing again.
Your hand moved from his face to his neck, and his hands are gripping your cheeks to make sure your mouth stayed on his. His fingers were shaking. He kissed you desperately, as if he needed this just to be able to breathe again, and maybe he did. You were like putty in his hands, molding yourself to his body as your tongue tangled with his. Whatever ache you felt in your temples drifted between your legs, causing you to moan into his mouth. And fuck, just the sound of you made his cock swell, precum soaking through his boxers.
The room felt so hot all of a sudden, but your cold hands came in handy as they rested on his neck. His left hand slid down to your ass, finally giving it a firm squeeze after kicking himself for not doing it when he first kissed you. That made you moan again, and he decided heâd never stop touching you like this, just so he could hear these sounds fall from your lips.
He slid his knee between your legs on instinct, and you didnât hesitate to start grinding against his thigh. The friction felt delicious and soothing. You both kissed each other slower, a little messier, focusing on touching each other everywhere you dreamed about all these months. Your fingers traced down the column of his neck, down the thin cotton of the shirt he was still wearing from yesterday, while bucking against his thigh. His lips left yours, dragging across your cheek so he could nibble on your earlobe, feeling it grow warm and red from all the attention. âYou have no idea how long Iâve needed you,â he whispered, and you damn near almost came from that confession.
You werenât used to this; you couldnât remember the last time you experienced pleasure like this with someone, but you couldnât imagine stopping. Not when he angled his thigh just right, the muscle in his leg rubbing against your clit, your panties completely soaked. You cupped him over his boxers, feeling his bulge throb in your palm, and you cooed, âCan I âŚâ
He groaned. You didnât need to say more; Wonwoo was smart enough to know what you were insinuating. He felt disoriented, drunk off of you and your touch, smell, everything. âAre you ⌠are you sure you donât want to âŚâ His voice was giving out, but from the way your fingers were slipping under the waistband of his boxers, you knew you wanted just this, and heâd give you whatever you wanted. âYes. Yes, of course. Thatâs fine,â he finished.
You chuckled softly. He smiled against your neck. Pulling his cock out and wrapping your palm around it, you began to stroke him slowly. âOh, god,â he was sighing into the crook of your neck, his brain in such a state of disarray when you resumed grinding against his leg while also pumping him from base to tip. This couldnât be real; he had to be dreaming, but he could feel your wet panties sticking to his thigh. He could feel himself shake as he clung to you and pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your throat. It was all too much, but not enough at the same time.Â
âWonwoo,â you whimpered, and he dragged his lips back to yours just to feel how your mouth moved when you said his name. You bucked your hips faster, your arousal coating his thigh, and warmth bloomed between your legs. When your hand on his cock reached his head again, you rubbed the pad of your thumb over his slit, making more precum bead onto your knuckles. âWanna cum with you,â you begged, stroking him faster and in time with your hips.
âI know you do, I know,â he breathed against your lips. âJust a little faster ⌠yes, just like that. Fuck.â
Only a moment later were you trembling, hips stuttering as pleasure took over your body. You came hard, squeezing his thigh between your legs, and your cry was swallowed by Wonwooâs lips. If he didnât kiss you, he knew heâd moan so loud it would wake the entire hotel. Because â oh, god, he was cumming now, and he was sighing against your mouth as he erupted in your hand, ropes of cum staining your t-shirt. He couldâve swore he saw white. Heâd never felt a release like this before; not with anyone else. Not even when he jerked off. But maybe it was because this was your hand and you were cumming on his leg, and fuck â
You were still shaking in each otherâs arms, minds blank and reeling, bodies coming down from the high. It took the kind of strength that moved mountains to slip from his arms and clean yourself up. But by the time you came back from the bathroom and cuddled up next to him, Wonwoo was already fast asleep.
Jeon Wonwoo [6:08 AM]: I had to leave early this morning before anyone woke. But if you want, Iâd like to see you at breakfast this morning :)
You [7:31 AM]: Jeon Wonwoo, Iâm begging you to just text this to me
You [7:31 AM]: Also, was your phone hacked? Since when do you use emojis?
There wasnât much to do on the last day of sales meeting week. The only things on your plate were to make niceties with some of the new reps, and probably attend a few presentations by HR. When you had finally woken up this morning to just you in the bed, you almost considered skipping the HR presentations, feeling too guilty and like they might see right through you. It was irrational, but you were sure that this was the only way to feel after realizing that you hooked up with your coworker and friend.Â
Not that you hadnât wanted to. Not that you hadnât been thinking about it since your kiss. No, it wasnât like that at all.
So why were suddenly terrified to see him at breakfast?
You got ready as quick as you could â but of course, making sure you wore that V-neck sweater that showed off your cleavage just right â and threw your hair up before leaving your hotel room. The line for the breakfast buffet was packed, but you waited patiently and decided to sit near the bar once you plate was full. The rest of the dining room was filled with people and you werenât awake enough to make shitty small talk. Sitting here at the bar top was peaceful and quiet â
âIs this ⌠seat taken?â
Your eyes met his instantly, and you noticed the way Wonwoo was cringing at the line he threw at you. You decided to forget it, for his sake, and gestured for him to sit down. Fuck, you were so goddamn nervous, even though you had agreed to meet him in the first place. You wore this low-cut sweater for him. You both sat in silence for a bit, crunching awkwardly on the burnt bacon, and shifting in your seats.Â
âDid you âŚâ You were surprised that your mouth was moving on itâs own volition, spilling any words that came to your head. â⌠Do anything this morning since you were up early?â
Wonwoo choked a bit on a strawberry, but recovered quickly. âUh ⌠yeah, yeah, sure. Once I came down here, one of the IT interns found me in a panic because he couldnât set up one of the repâs new work phones. Created a whole scene over nothing.â
You snorted and sipped your coffee. âIs that intern still breathing?â
His eyes flickered to yours, a slow smile growing on his face. âYes, actually.â
You fell into sync then, letting the awkward silence melt away as you joked about Wonwooâs interns. He wasnât meant to teach college students, god help them. But as your plates became empty and a server came around to take them, you two were left with only the mugs in your hands, strangely reminiscent of that apology coffee he bought for you so long ago.
Wonwoo sighed. âHey, so about last night â or I guess, this morning âŚâ
âThank you for taking care of me,â you interjected, setting your coffee down. âI have a hangover, but I am thriving.â
He blinked. âWell, thatâs good. But I was referring to ââ
You almost couldnât look at him when you said, âThe fact that weâre definitely not just friends anymore?â
He chuckled. âYeah, that part.â
âI âŚâ You licked your lips as you gathered yourself. There was this ⌠terrifying flutter in your chest. Youâd never felt something like this before, but you werenât keen on letting it go. Not yet. âI would like to see you again. Like that. Definitely not during work hours. If you catch my drift. This is awkward.â
Wonwoo had to turn his head so you wouldnât see him trying to hold in his laughter, but it was clear as day. You sighed loud and hit his arm, making him look at you once again as he snickered to himself. âYou know, you could just ask me if I want to hang out.â
You leveled a look at him and huffed. âOkay, Wonwoo, do you ââ
âYes,â he beamed. âAlways, yes.â
You found yourself at Wonwooâs side more often than not. What used to be work get togethers transitioned to meeting up at a bar, or checking a new restaurant on the weekends. Sometimes heâd ask you to come over so you could taste test a new recipe he found. (Unfortunately for both of you, Wonwoo wasnât very good at cooking, but he was getting better. Somewhat.) Those recipe nights, however, always led to him lifting you up on his creaky kitchen counter and kissing you so hard that you almost forgot to breathe. Until Mingyu came into the kitchen, making a gagging sound, and you two instantly detached from each other.
Friday nights were known as Mingyuâs Movie Nights, and Wonwoo began inviting you to those. He had said that this would help knock a few movies off your Letterboxd Watchlist, but you knew that was just an excuse for wanting to see you. You probably saw him more than anyone now, but you couldnât deny that you ⌠wanted to see him too. Having him in your life made everything suddenly better. He was kind and smart and thoughtful. He made you laugh in ways you couldnât explain, and obviously ⌠he didnât have to do much to make you want him. Heâd simply have to look at you and youâd get on his lap. If Mingyu wasnât there, of course.
Wonwoo seemed to blossomed with you. He was more excited to leave his apartment, more eager to become a better cook. He spoke up often, whether it be at work or out with you, rather than letting someone talk. He wanted to learn all the things that you liked, wanted to touch you exactly where you needed it, wanted to find new ways to leave you breathless. Because it was for you.
Even Mingyu noticed a difference in his friend. Heâd known Wonwoo for so many years now, but heâd never made this much of a change for anyone. One night, when you and Mingyu were alone in the kitchen, he mentioned, âHeâs different around you.â And then kept pouring wine in three glasses while Wonwoo picked a movie from the living room.
There were also times where Wonwoo was a booty call, of course, and neither of you had any problems with that. Some nights, Wonwoo would call you after Mingyu went to bed, begging you to come over, but ended up settling for phone sex. His attraction to you in stockings only went up, and it was difficult for him to contain his arousal at work when you strutted around just knowing how it affected him. There was days where all he wanted to do was pull you into a janitor closet and fuck the living daylights out of you. But it wasnât like youâd let him anyway.
You had your fair share of desperate moments too. Especially tonight, as you were out drinking with your friends at a local spot youâd been coming to for years. The live band was loud and youâd had your fair share of shitty margaritas already. One of your friends was tugging on the arm of some rando she met on the dance floor, yelling over the music that she was leaving and sheâd text you when she was home safe. That left you shit out of luck for a ride home, and suddenly very lonely. The last thing you wanted was to drink alone at a shitty bar on a Saturday night.
Wandering outside, your heeled boots crunched in the snow as you looked for the nearest Uber. The fastest one around would take over 20 minutes to get to you, and as you looked around the empty city streets ⌠wait, didnât Wonwoo live around here? Maybe all the tequila was just getting to you. But you called him anyway, and despite the time reaching 1 AM, he answered instantly. He heard the slight lisp in your voice, and once he got out of you exactly where you were, he realized you were right. It only took him about 10 minutes to get to where you were, parking on the side of the road.Â
He sighed at the sight of you sitting on the curb, shivering and hugging your jacket around you. Various drunk people filtered in and out of the bar, but none of them checked on you â a freezing girl just sitting on the side of the road. âWhy didnât you wait inside for me?â He asked, his breath hot against your cheek when he pulled you up in his arms. Your dress rode up a little, and his hands were quick to yank it back down. âItâs the middle of winter.â
âI jusssst thought ⌠the cold air would sssssober me up,â you slurred, letting him place you in his passenger seat before running back over to the driverâs side. His car was warm, making you bury yourself in your jacket, but his hand on your thigh was even warmer somehow. If your fingers werenât so cold, youâd wrap your hand around his wrist, inching his palm up higher as he drove.
Once he was parked, he wasted no time getting you out and helping you up the stairs to his apartment. Mingyu was passed out on the couch, an old movie from the 80s playing on the TV, but you could hardly register it because your brain was spinning and Wonwoo was practically dragging you to his bedroom. He was grateful that all the lights were off so you couldnât see how messy it was, but honestly, it was a miracle if you could see anything clearly right now.
He sat you down on the bed and you looked up at him with bleary eyes, which made you so fucking hard to resist. All the tequila you drank was pumping through your bloodstream, and you couldnât help but fist your hands in his t-shirt and try to kiss him. He evaded your lips though â no matter how much he wanted to â and you whined, âWhyyyyyy wonât you kiss me?â
âShhh âŚâ He whispered, yanking off your boots. âInside voice. Mingyuâs sleeping.â
You smacked your hands against his mattress. âHeâs sleeping in the living room!â
Wonwoo got back to his feet, gesturing as he instructed, âArms up.â You were too intoxicated to do anything but oblige, lifting your arms as he struggled to pull your dress over your head. Once it was off and thrown to the side with your boots, your hazy vision caught him looking through his drawers for clothes for you to wear. But didnât he just take your clothes off? You couldâve sworn he did that because he wanted you too right now.
You protested when he tried putting you in one of his simple white tees, but your body felt too limp to fight. He slipped the shirt over your head before pulling back his comforter and wrapping you in it. With your eyes half open, you watched him come to the other side of the bed, yanking his pants down and crawling in bed beside you. He reached over you and set his glasses on the side table. You sighed dramatically. Now he was just torturing you. Wonwoo simply chuckled to himself, realizing what you were angry about.
His arms instantly wound around you, his lips pulled into a smile at your hairline. You looked up at him with a scowl and your voice slurred, âWhysss your eyes closed?â
Wonwoo snickered under his breath. âBecause itâs late and Iâm tired.â His hand on your lower back traced circles, attempting to coax you to sleep.
âI thought you wanted meeeee,â you complained. Your hand reached in between you two, smoothing your palm against his groin as he slowly started to harden under your touch. You heard his breath hitch slightly, so you kept going, a soft ache beginning between your own legs at just the thought of putting him in your mouth.Â
âSweetheart, I always want you.â He then grabbed your wrist, moving your hand away from him, and then lacing your fingers together. Pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, he sighed sleepily, âBut youâre much sexier when youâre sober.â
You started to realize why you didnât usually do this, why it had been so long since you let someone see every part of you. What you looked like completely stripped down â both inside and out â completely vulnerable for your person. How your face contorted during pleasure, and how it relaxed when you were taken care of.
Catching feelings like this meant giving up control.
You didnât work on the weekends unless you had to, and when the Boss sent you a high priority email on Saturday morning, you didnât hesitate. He had transferred over a bunch of sensitive files that were needed for a board presentation first thing Monday morning. But of course, something just had to go wrong: the files were corrupted and you had no way of figuring out what to do. And it wasnât like your boss was on call like you were on a Saturday.
This was how you ended up at Wonwooâs apartment.
You had called him in a panic, explaining what had went wrong, but he didnât seem too fazed. He was used to your tech emergencies by now. But by the time you got to his apartment, out of breath after running from the train station, he had realized just how serious you were taking this. You both sat down on his couch and you let him work his magic. His fingers moved across the keys as if he were a musician, and you couldnât stop biting your nail nervously.
Mingyu came back to the apartment after grocery shopping, waving at you before putting all the food away. Seeing as you were here, maybe they could all go out and have fun tonight. He went into the living room, ready to mention a band that was playing at a local venue later, but upon seeing the stressed look on both your faces, he exhaled. âItâs a Saturday,â he stated matter-of-factly. âWhy do you two look like that?â
âCorrupted documents,â Wonwoo answered quickly, not even looking up from the monitor.Â
âI donât even want to know more,â he said, grabbing his leather jacket from the coat rack and tugging his arms through the sleeves. âJust your faces are making me anxious. Iâm heading out. Donât wait up.â
You gave Mingyu a wave as he left, but Wonwoo was too focused to even say goodbye. It took about another hour and one cup of coffee, but Wonwoo eventually figured out how to uncorrupt the files. You let out a sigh of relief as he handed the laptop back to you and you were able to open each of them without issue. Thank god, you had managed to figure this out before Monday morning. And ⌠having Wonwoo wasnât too bad either.
âThank you,â you beamed, not being able to resist pinching his cheek. âMy hero.â
Silence engulfed the room as you both noticed how the sky was already getting dark. You cleared your throat, slipping your laptop back into your bag and muttering, âThanks again. I know I kind of barged in and wasted your Saturday afternoon ââ
Like the saint he was, Wonwoo simply smiled at you. âNo time with you is a waste.â
Whatever words you were about to say clogged in your throat. You swallowed hard, attempting to hide your fluster, but you ended up choking out, âI ⌠should go.â
âYou donât have to.â He stood from the couch, walking over to you and running his hands down your arms. His brow lifted. âDo you want to?â
You let the strap of your bag fall to the floor as your hands cupped his neck. âNo, not particularly.â
Wonwoo chuckled, leaning in and letting his lips just lightly graze yours. âWe have the place to ourselves,â he hummed, slowly dragging you backwards with him. âMingyuâs gone ⌠probably wonât be back until midnight.â
You bit your lip to suppress a giggle, letting him lead you to his room, as limp as a rag doll. Once he shut his bedroom door behind you, he flicked the light on. You pressed your back against the door and your eyes roamed around the space. This was the first time you saw his bedroom with the light on; every other time had been pitch black. You liked that his walls werenât bare â they were filled with posters of his favorite musicians or photographs. On his desk was a large monitor and a gaming set up, but also a camera with stacks of film next to it. His furniture was old â probably from the 90s, probably passed down from his family â but the scratches within the wood told a story. And unlike most men, his sheets were gray.
Wonwoo realized you were scanning his room, and he became acutely aware of the clothes scattered amongst his floor. He muttered something to himself, beginning to pick up the clothes piles and chuck them into his hamper. âSorry,â he murmured. âI wish I inherited the organized gene like Mingyu.â
You tilted your head, striding over and pulling him up, making him halt his actions. Your hands went to his face as you brought him closer. With a smile, you whispered, âI donât want to talk about Mingyu,â before pressing your lips to his.
The kiss became deep far too quickly, or maybe time was passing faster than usual. Your lips crashed so hard against his that theyâd bruise. He took off his glasses, setting them on his drawer, before his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your jeans. You stepped forward, making him step back, then another, and another â until you had him falling back on his bed. You straddled him, arching your back so you could lick into his mouth just how he liked. Hands sliding up his shirt, you felt his abdomen flex underneath you. His fingers in your belt loops jerked you closer, pressing your hips to his, and it wasnât long before he was moaning into the kiss.
You smiled against his mouth, dragging your lips down his neck, and then even further, as you slinked down his body. Your eyes were trained on his, and he was trying his best not to look like a complete idiot in front of you. But it was difficult when you were looking at him with those eyes and â oh, now you were pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants, practically salivating when you noticed how hard he was already.
But ⌠this was what you guys always did. Not that he had an issue with you giving him blow jobs, but none of this felt particularly intimate. You never really let him worship you; you took control of the entire situation. As if you were bringing your professional stubbornness to the bedroom.
âWait,â he choked out as you palmed his growing bulge. âCan we ⌠can we try something different?â
Your brows furrowed and you continued pressing sloppy kisses above his groin. âWhy would we do that?â
Wonwoo let out a frustrated sound, and before you could prepare yourself, he was yanking his pants back up and pinning you underneath him. You blinked up at him in surprise, and he was gripping your wrists above your head now, his bodyweight pressing you into the mattress. He almost looked shocked that he had the strength to push you back, but his blown-out pupils gave away his true desire.
âWhat was that for?â You asked incredulously. Nerves clouded your thoughts, making you stutter. âI thought ⌠I thought you liked âŚâ
âNo, trust me, I do,â he assured you, and then tipped his head as he gazed down at you. âI just ⌠why wonât you let me take care of you?â
You scoffed then, trying to cover up how petrifying this conversation was becoming. Were you that transparent now, or did he simply know you far too well for your own good?
âI have no idea what youâre ââ
Wonwoo gave you one of his infamous leveled looks, and you sighed. âYouâre in constant need of seeking control when itâs always at your fingertips. Itâs okay to let it go; it wonât slip away.â He let go of your wrists then, but kept his body hovering over yours, holding himself up by his elbows resting near your head. âPlease, just ⌠surrender it for once. Let me take the lead.â
You glanced down at your hands on your chest, twiddling your thumbs. Eventually, you murmured, âItâs hard. Iâve never done that before.â
âCan we try? I like âŚâ He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then let his head fall as he chuckled to himself. âThis is so awkward. I just â I like prioritizing your pleasure. It feels much better for me and I think it will for you too. And if you donât like it ââ
âIâm not good with change,â you blurted.
âI know,â he whispered, his voice taking on that husky tone that made warmth pool in your stomach. His eyes flickered to your lips now, noticing how swollen they still were. âI wonât make you do anything you donât want to do. It was just a suggestion, and I probably ruined the mood.â
You shook your head immediately, allowing your fingers to tenderly sweep over his shirt. âNo, I âŚâ A voice in the back of your head told you this was a good thing, and you did want this, but the fear of change was overwhelming. You wanted to step out of your comfort zone, desperately, for once. You were allowed to do this; you were allowed to be happy.Â
Your gaze met his again. âI want to try.â
His eyes softened with affection, but then he asked, âYouâre not just agreeing for my sake, right?â
âNow when have I ever done that?â You laughed, making him smile along with you.Â
But as soon as his mouth met yours, that awkward, giggling persona seemed to melt away. Jeon Wonwoo morphed into an entirely different person, someone that possessed your jaw in his large hand, pulling at your bottom lip before kissing you harder. It was enough to leave you gasping for air once he pulled away, spit connecting you two, and he continued to suck and nip his way down your throat. He made sure to leave marks in places that could be covered up for work, but heâd know exactly where they were. God, would he even be able to control himself at his desk, knowing where his bites were hiding under your clothes?Â
Tugging your sweater over your head, he practically whined at the sight of your breasts, constricted in the bra that you told him was too old once, but you kept wearing it anyway because he said it was cute. He lifted you for a moment, expertly removing it with one hand, before licking the valley between your breasts. You arched into him, sighing into your arm when he swirled his tongue around your taut nipple. He glanced up and realized you were hiding your face, so he pushed your hand off. âI want you to look at me while I do this,â he cooed, but it sounded more like a demand.
Despite the embarrassment, you did as he asked, feeling completely bewitched as you watched him cup the swell of your breast, tugging on your nipple. This felt like a goddamn Pornhub video. You two have had sex before, yes, but not like this. Never like this. Wonwoo had always let you do what you were comfortable with, keeping his other side at bay while you rode him hard on the couch. But this ⌠this felt like something else entirely. The way he was lavishing both your nipples, coating them with his spit, demanding you to watch ⌠Expletives filtered softly from your mouth, wetness gathering between your thighs. It suddenly felt too hot and your jeans were still on.
Wonwoo was taking his time with you though, and it was very clear to you that this wouldnât just be one of those nights where you had sex for 10 minutes before ordering pizza. When he lifted his mouth from your left nipple, he asked calmly, âDo you like this or do you want more?â
You sneered, âWell, of course, I like ââ
His hand came up instantly to pinch your other nipple, and you couldnât stop the whimper that came out of your mouth. âNo teasing,â he said, lowering his head to flick that nipple with his tongue. âJust answer me.â
âMore,â you choked out, your hips arching off the bed, seeking friction. âPlease, more.â
He chuckled, pressing a kiss between your breasts once again, before lowering himself down your body. His eyes never left yours as he dragged his lips down your stomach. Eventually, he had to stand from the bed so he could finally unzip your pants, tugging when they got stuck around your ankles. When the cold air hit between your legs, you realized how soaked you were already. Wonwoo smirked to himself, slowly rolling your panties down your legs.
âDonât let it get to your head,â you joked, kicking your panties off into a pile by his bed.Â
He lifted your ankle, nipping playfully, and replied, âTold you that youâd like me taking the lead.â
You rolled your eyes as he settled between your thighs, bending your knees back so your feet rested beside his head. You bit your lip as he placed sloppy kisses on your inner thigh, biting hard enough to make a bruise. Wonwoo fought hard to maintain a sense of composure, but god, the sight of your pretty pussy oozing slick made him wonder if he could cum untouched. You had let him finger you before, but had never been in the mood for this. And this was something Wonwoo had been fantasizing about since the day he noticed that tear in your stockings. He could jump for joy if that didnât make him look like an absolute fucking loser.
He pushed your folds apart with two fingers, running a hand down his face as he attempted to school his expression. It was just so fucking hard to act cool when you were this aroused. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You reached out and brushed his hair back from his forehead, deciding to quip, âWonwoo, can you even find the clit without your glasses on ââ
Without warning, he spit on your pussy and buried his face between your thighs. The words died on your tongue immediately, and you let out the loudest whine heâd ever heard in his life. He smiled, but that didnât deter him from circling his tongue around your clit. He wound one of his arms around your thigh, holding you in place as he pressed his face further.
Wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucked and drew out the prettiest sounds from you, using his free hand to slip two fingers inside you. You tasted exactly like he dreamed about, sweet and tangy and so unmistakably you. He looked up at you from between your legs, curling his fingers in the spot that made tears prick at your eyes, and when your gaze found his, it was like something in him snapped. âFuck,â he muttered, his voice muffled, feasting at you like heâd been starved for days.Â
Your fingers were in his hair now, pressing his head more into you, which only made this more enjoyable for him. He nearly came in his pants when your hips began to buck against his face, but this was about you. And him experiencing you cumming on his face. But mostly you. His fingers pumped faster inside you and his tongue was now flicking your clit, allowing more of your arousal to invade his mouth. Heâd never get tired of this taste; he was obsessed. Now that he finally got a taste of you ⌠he never wanted to not be doing this. Never wanted his face too far from the apex of your legs. Not when you had the sweetest taste that could move heaven and earth between these thighs.
And when you finally came on his tongue, he noticed that your legs shook like an earthquake. Your essence flooded his mouth, and he moaned â god, did he moan â lapping at you, never missing a drop of what you gave him. His fingers kept curling inside of you, making your orgasm feel like forever. When he finally removed them with a wet pop, he didnât miss the opportunity to have more of you, wrapping his mouth around those two fingers and licking off the last of your release. You watched him, completely mesmerized by the way he savored you, even darting his tongue out to capture the whatever seeped out of you. Your hips jolted, suddenly so sensitive, and he grinned up at you.
You hardly caught your breath before he crawling up your body, kissing you hard and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands fisted in his t-shirt, and when you ripped your lips away from his, you arched a brow. âYou are still fully clothed,â you reminded, and then swiped at the spit lining his bottom lip.
Wonwoo simply smiled, ghosting his lips over yours before trailing them to your ear. âIâm getting to that part. Patience,â he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe. âYou must really want me inside you.â
âI want to not be the only one naked.â
âSay it,â he prodded in a weirdly casual tone.
âWhat?â
âSay you want me inside you.â
âThis is ridiculous ââ
He lifted his head from your jawline. âI can easily leave this room and order a pizza,â he teased, and you blinked at him. He was actually being serious. He would completely ignore what looked like a throbbing erection in his pants, just to make a point. You knew he wasnât trying to be mean; he wanted to get you out of your comfort zone. This was so stupid, because you did want him inside you. Embarrassingly so. He had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life, but you still had this ⌠aching need to be filled. Your cheeks heated just at the thought of it.
âI âŚâ Your eyes closed for a moment, trying not to make your whole face turn bright red. With a sigh, your eyes connected again, and you answered, âI want you inside me, Wonwoo.â
He rewarded you with a kiss, pulling away before it could get too heated again, and stood from the bed. âWell, when you ask nicely âŚâ He smiled, that dominating demeanor slipping for a moment as he pulled his shirt off. Youâd never get tired of the way Wonwoo looked without a shirt. He didnât let anyone see it very often â he wasnât like his roommate â but the moments he did, you felt eternally grateful. His torso was toned, with defined abs and pecks that made your mind boggle. You liked that his arms were long and muscled; his hands large and slightly calloused.Â
You liked everything about him.
When he finally went to kick off his sweatpants, he noticed a large precum stain on the gray fabric from just eating you out. Which was probably the biggest jab to his calm and collected attitude right now, but he didnât let it slip. He simply threw the sweatpants to the side, coming up close to the bed again, where your legs were now hanging off the edge. You gazed up at him as if he held the world in his palms, watching the way he reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, never used to the size. He was slightly thicker than average, but long. Longer than you ever expected. With a pretty pink head leaking sticky precum.
It was killing you how long he was taking. Your legs shifted, ready to make a move to yank him underneath you, but he was faster than you. He pinned your wrists about your head with one hand this time, using his other to keep a firm grip on his cock. âYou want to be in control that badly, huh?â He asked, tilting his head.
His hand was moving up and down his shaft now, letting precum dribble on your stomach. Your eyes flickered from his cock back to his eyes. âI just ⌠I need you, Wonwoo,â you begged, your voice taking on a new tone. And somehow ⌠wanting him so bad like this was ten times more arousing than riding him on the couch. âPlease, please, Wonwoo. Please, fuck me.â
Your pleas had him falling apart, and he sighed, letting go of your wrists to discard his boxers too. His cock flopped against his stomach, hard and aching and â fuck, had he always been veiny? He got on top of you again, cooing against your lips, âI know, baby, I know.â His rubbed the underside of his length against your wet folds, moaning at the slightest bit of friction. âIâll fuck you real good. I promise.â
Pressing the head of his cock at your entrance, his breath hitched at just the feeling of your arousal coating his shaft. You both had never taken your time with sex. But he was doing that tonight now that he was in control, letting himself slowly push inside you, feel you completely stretch open for him. You mewled, slinking your arms around his neck and carding your fingers at the nape. And when he finally buried himself to the hilt, his lips fell open and he groaned. You felt so good he could cum right now, but he needed to get a grip. The last thing he needed was to cum too fast.
Not that you would like him any less if he did.
âWonwoo,â you cried, your hips arching up to meet his. âPlease.â
Your voice snapped him out of whatever trance-like state he was in. He settled more on top of you, resting his elbows on both sides of your head, and pulled all the way out so only the tip remained. You whined at the emptiness, which soon changed to a gasp when he bullied his cock back in. Your fingers tugged at his hair; your legs crossed around his waist, drawing him deeper inside. âFuck,â he muttered, still feeling how tight you were, how you molded yourself for him. âSo fucking ⌠god, so wet.â
His restraint could only last so long. Heâd gotten his fill of feeling you adjust around him. He couldnât take this anymore, or he was going to cum before you both had even started. With a deep breath, he set a brutal pace inside of you, his hips snapping forward. Tears rolled down your cheeks; how could something feel so good that you cried? Wonwoo seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he was burying his face in the crook of your neck and groaning, âGod, so good ⌠you feel so good ⌠how can anyone feel this good?â
The only word you could choke out was, âDitto,â which youâd regret for hours after this. But now was not the time.
He was fucking into you so hard that you were already sore, but you were holding onto him for dear life, clinging to him as that warmth burned in your gut. The way his cock curved and grazed your g-spot perfectly, making you tremble and whimper his name like a prayer. He placed a hand on your stomach, feeling how deep his cock nestled inside you, and you noticed him shiver in your arms. He was trying desperately to fight off his release. That coil in your gut began to tighten, and from the way Wonwoo was breathing, you knew he wasnât going to last much longer. He wanted you to cum first though â like always â wanted to feel you clamp around him, squeeze him so tight that he saw white.Â
So he did what he did best: reached in between your bodies, finding your swollen, sensitive clit so easily, and rubbed slow circles. He lifted his head from your neck, wanting to see that familiar look in your eyes when you saw stars. âAre you gonna cum for me?â His voice was so deep that it reverberated against your chest.
And finally, as he pressed his thumb down hard and pushed into you just right, you felt your orgasm crest. âFuck, Wonwoo,â you sobbed, body shaking as you came undone.Â
But Wonwoo wasnât stopping. He kept fucking into you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. And when your walls squeezed him so tight, he buried himself completely and came hard, a generous amount of fucks leaving his lips. His cheek pressed against yours; his groans muffled by the comforter. You held him close as he filled you to the brink with his release, and it almost felt like hours before he realized he finished.Â
You exhaled together, allowing your heart rates to settle. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then to your nose, and now he was kissing all over your face. Your cheeks instantly tinged pink, but you let him do as he pleased. He didnât even make a move off you, letting his cock soften inside your warmth. When your eyes opened, he was staring down at you like you were the sun. You searched his eyes, âWhat?â
His dark gaze flickered to your lips for a moment, and then he asked, âDid you really say, âDitto,â during sex?â
You and Wonwoo had gotten into a routine. Of course, you saw him 5 days out of the week at work, but you wanted more of him. You figured out Mingyuâs schedule, coming over most nights when he wasnât home â besides Mingyuâs Movie Nights. You would let Wonwoo cook for you, and he promised he was getting better, before he led you to his room with kisses to your neck and a firm grip on your hand.Â
He always went with whatever you were comfortable with, but you found yourself letting him take the lead more often than not. You liked letting him prioritize you; you liked being selfish with him. Giving up control felt ⌠much better than anticipated. Everything about this felt too good to be true. But you couldnât help yourself, and you didnât want to spoil it by asking him the dreaded, âWhat are we?â For now, youâd exist in your safe little bubble, where he would smile at you at work and then fuck your brains out after hours. It felt perfect, simple.
You approached sex through a different lens now. Instead of simply riding him on that godforsaken old couch, you let him go at his own pace: placing you on his lap, having his way with you and making you cum at least 3 times before he sunk you down on his cock, bouncing you up and down as you clung to him, practically letting him use you as a flesh light. Even when he let you sit on his face, it was on his terms: his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark, trying to suffocate himself with your pussy, not allowing you to cum until he said so, no matter how much you needed to. But it felt too good to stop. You didnât want this to stop. You liked the lack of control, liked the way he took care of you. The way he bent your knees back as he slid into you, keeping eye contact, so youâd feel him that much deeper ⌠the way he could feast on you for hours, never getting enough of your taste ⌠there was something about it that made you feel more than beautiful.Â
Especially when he looked at you as if you were his world.
Especially when he fucked into you and you realized you might be in love with him.
You tended to get lost in thought while laying in bed on an early morning. The birds chirped outside, your phone chimed along with each new notification. Curling underneath your comforter, you held your pounding head, reminiscing on last Sunday. You had gone over Wonwooâs apartment and he had surprised you with a spaghetti dinner. Mingyu promised that it was âmore edible than usualâ before he left you two alone in the apartment.
You had noticed the shine in Wonwooâs eyes, how excited he was to do this for you. He had never bothered to learn anything for anyone, but all he wanted to do was please you. To make you happy. And you could see that in the way he gazed at you, making your stomach do flip flops. Letting him have all this control over you, letting him see past the fortress youâd kept up for who knows how long ⌠it was scary and exhilarating all at the same time.
He taught you how to play his favorite video game after dinner, placing you in between his legs on the couch and letting you lean back against his broad chest. His arms cocooned around you, nestling your body in his embrace. Sometimes he would nibble on your ear as you fought to maintain hand-eye coordination with the controller. Eventually, you had given up and asked to watch him, but that led to his hand dropping the controller as the enemy killed him off. And then his fingers were slowly slipping down the waistband of your leggings, rubbing your slit over your panties. You had arched into him, your ass pressing against his hardening erection as he pulled your panties to the side, already finding you wet and ready for his touch. He chuckled in your ear, âHow long have you been thinking about this?â His index finger rubbed tight circles on your clit, and all that you could formulate for a response was a moan as he â
You cut yourself off from the memory before it could end you.
Your stomach churned. Despite your better judgement, you had completely fallen head-over-heels for senior IT specialist, Jeon Wonwoo, and that was terrifying. He had seen your personality unfold, seen the most vulnerable parts of you. But nothing was more scary than admitting to yourself how much you liked him, maybe even loved. You were frantic to the point of exhaustion, so stressed that you felt sick. Soon you were shivering, your head pounding as a fever came on, and you stayed home from work for a few days. Your phone notifications be damned â you stayed in your bedroom with the blinds closed, sleeping the days away.
Every so often, you would hear your phone chime. Your phone screen would light up with another text message. But ⌠you couldnât bring yourself to answer him. This behavior was illogical and stupid; you just simply couldnât help yourself. You were an avoidant. The only thing you knew how to do was slowly push him away before he saw all the layers underneath your carefully crafted facade.
What if he finally saw how anxious you were all the time?
What if he knew how you secretly craved to be loved your entire life, but you looked for it elsewhere, in places like workplace praise or crowded bars where you couldnât see another personâs face?
What if he knew you werenât as organized up in your head as you were at your desk?
Or worse ⌠what if he didnât like you back?
TUESDAY, APRIL 22
Wonwoo: Whatâs going on?
Wonwoo: I managed to find out that youâre sick. I can make you soup, if you want? I know my cooking is terrible. But what if this time itâs good and it cures you?
Wonwoo: If I threaten to message you on Slack, will that make you reply?
Wonwoo: I promise I wonât. Unless ⌠lol
Wonwoo: Youâre not dead, right?
Wonwoo: Please, answer me.
FRIDAY, APRIL 25
UNKNOWN: hey, itâs Mingyu. I found your number in Wonwooâs phone. heâs really messed up right now and worrying about you.
UNKNOWN: idk whatâs going on between you two, but I donât like seeing him like this.
UNKNOWN: just ⌠call him. or text him. or something.
Jeon Wonwoo [10:13 AM]: Did your computer die and you need a new charger?
Jeon Wonwoo [3:21 PM]: I miss you.
When you finally returned to work, itâs on a day that your cubicle mate had decided to work from home. You couldnât decide if that was a blessing or curse until the next day, when you wished that he decided to work from home forever. It was on a Tuesday morning that you finally faced him again, locking eyes with him from across the boardroom table in an all-hands meeting. You werenât sure what to say, werenât sure what you could say, but ⌠he didnât speak to you any way. In fact, even when you both got back to your desks, he kept quiet, throwing on his headphones and focusing on whatever task was at hand. His attitude change wasnât exactly surprising, but you couldnât bring yourself to speak to him either.
All your other coworkers looked bewildered. The silence between you two made just about everyone feel awkward. They all saw how close you and Wonwoo had become, and now everything just felt ⌠flat. Silent. Empty. It was like you two were strangers. Maybe you had never really known each other in the first place, if you could both discard each other so easily.Â
But that just seemed too good to be true. You thought about him everyday, despite yourself, and he had to think of you too. You caught his eyes on you every once in a while, and you couldnât help but yearn for him in silence. It was probably time for you to take charge again and make the first move, but you found yourself hesitating. Again. You were overwhelmed with thoughts of rejection.Â
This was why you never gave up control with someone before. It left you suddenly so, so doubtful.
You [1:34 PM]: I canât get into my Outlook. I think Iâve locked myself outÂ
Jeon Wonwoo is now offline.
You [1:36 PM]: I miss you too
It was a busy Sunday, the first notes of Spring evident in the air. You needed to go to the post office today, the supermarket, probably check in on your parents ⌠but that was all discarded when you made the sudden decision to take a taxi to Wonwooâs apartment. Your hands were shaking more than his when he first touched you. Your leg was bouncing with anxiety, and when the taxi finally pulled up to his building, you considered never getting out.Â
But you couldnât continue being a coward. Besides, this driver had places to be, with the way he was arguing for you to pay in cash.
You were lucky enough to slide in through the buildingâs entrance while someone was walking out. The less you had to embarrass yourself by calling Mingyu to let you in, the better. The walk up those two flights of stairs was long and tiring, and it wasnât because you always hated them. You physically couldnât make yourself go faster, too frightened of what he was going to say when he saw you. Maybe he wouldnât say anything; maybe heâd slam the door in your face. And you couldnât blame him, because now you were at his door and â oh, god, you wanted to hurl.
The door was opening before you could even catch your breath. When you caught that first glimpse of Mingyu, you realized how much of a mistake this was. You could always turn back, run down the stairs before anyone could say a word.
But as soon as you both locked eyes, Mingyu raised his brow, but not in a mocking sense. It was as if ⌠he expected you to be here. He sighed, leaning against the door, and without looking back, he called out, âWonwoo! You got a visitor.â
Your eyes went wide, and then Mingyu was pushing past you, leaving the door open and muttering, âGood luck.â He was rushing down the stairs two at a time before you could even say a word back. But then you were seeing him, and you wondered if it had always been this hard to breathe around him.
Your fingers played absentmindedly as you both stared at each other. His glasses were slipping down his nose, but he made no move to fix them. His own hand was too busy dropping the controller that had been in his grip, now clattering to the floor. His hair was messed up and he was wearing his favorite comfy sweatsuit, and you ⌠you were put together, as always. Your hair unwashed, but pulled up in a ponytail, and wearing that cardigan he liked so much on you. If he wasnât so hurt, just the sight of you would have him on his knees right now, begging to have you.
He had to turn around and walk away. If he didnât right now, heâd just â
âWait,â you said, walking in and closing the door when he spun away. âPlease, donât. I ââ
âWhat could you possibly say?â He snapped, facing you once again. You had never heard his voice at this octave before, never seen so much distress on his face. âI thought we knew each other well enough that you wouldnât cut me off out of nowhere. As if Iâm just some guy you met at a bar last weekend.â
Your mouth opened, and then closed.Â
âDo you ⌠do you even understand how worried I was about you?â He ran a hand through his hair, voice cracking for the first time in forever. You took a step closer to him. âYou werenât answering me and I just ⌠my head went to the worst. I thought Mingyu was gonna kill me the next time I mentioned your name. And then, to see you at work and realizing that you were actually just ghosting me was a fucking punch to the gut. I didnât get it. I still donât get it. But Iâm so pissed at you for hurting my feelings that Iâm not even sure if I wanna know.â
âWonwoo ââ You started.
âPlease, donât say my name like that,â he sighed and pinched his nose. âI realize that you came all this way to finally break the news to me, but Iâm good. Itâs very obvious to me now that you donât like me as much as I like you, and to save us the pity party, let me get you home ââ He reached for his wallet to grab some cash for your next taxi.
But you interrupted before he could finish.
âI love you.â
He paused, looking up and making sure he heard you right. âWhat?â
âIâm in love with you,â you said it again, and it felt so freeing to have this weight lifted off your shoulders. You moved closer, now standing a foot away, but refusing to touch him for your own good. âAnd Iâm not just telling you that as an excuse. Ignoring you was cruel and I can never forgive myself for hurting you. I just ⌠when I realized how deep my feelings for you were âŚâ Your throat closed up, as if your body was acting on instinct, preventing you from being vulnerable with him.
Wonwoo closed the distance. âHey,â he whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear. âIâm right here with you.â
His voice was so reassuring â as always â opening you up like a blooming flower. And suddenly, your mouth didnât feel so dry anymore and your nails stopped making crescent-shaped indents in your palm.
âI got scared,â you confessed, your gaze locked on his. âAnd I ran away, because that was the easiest thing to do. I thought ignoring you would be best for both of us, and I stubbornly didnât want to hear your opinion on any of this. What I did was wrong and I ⌠I hate myself when I do stuff like this to people I care about.â
Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, but he wiped them with his thumb before they could fall. You sniffled, noticing the hurt in his eyes had faded, replaced only by adoration. Your lips pursed as you searched his gaze.
âIâve just ⌠never allowed anyone to open me up like this. Iâve never given my feelings to someone and let them care for me.â You blinked, your eyes rimmed red. âIâve hardly been able to comprehend my own feelings because Iâve been scared shitless of them in the first place. But I canât ⌠I canât justify pushing you away anymore. Because I love you. I donât like being alone anymore and all I ever want to do is see you. Sometimes Iâm afraid if I stop holding you, youâll disappear. You do so much for me; you literally fix something on my computer everyday. I think if I let you go right now, Iâll regret it for the rest of my life, and I ââ
Wonwoo cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. You couldnât remember the last time he kissed you like this: so gently with his palm cupping your jaw. You felt yourself relax when he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His tongue licked into your mouth, sighing with relief when the familiar taste of you entered his orbit again. The taste of coffee and peppermint gum and the peanut butter and jelly you definitely had for lunch today. It was everything he loved about you, and he smiled into the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, he said, âSorry, I interrupted your monologue.â
âItâs okay. Someone needed to before I got into the Hamlet soliloquy I prepared.â
He chuckled, grinning from ear to ear, and just that had a blush creeping to your cheeks. âI forgive you,â he whispered, leaning back in to ghost his lips all over your face. Your warm breath fanned his mouth. âJust donât do that again. I know I donât show it very often, but Iâm secretly very âŚâ He smiled softer this time, pecking just slightly on the corner of your mouth. âSensitive.â
Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, wanting him all the more closer. âI know. I promise.â You brushed your nose over his. âIf I ever ignore you for even a couple hours, you have full permission to annoy me on Slack.â
Wonwoo had to cover his mouth from letting out the loudest laugh possible, but it made you feel all the better to see him happy. You could spend forever seeing him this happy. You got up on your tiptoes just to stare at him more, to press yourself closer and feel his grin against your cheek.
But he was holding your face now, sighing down at you with a smile that almost made you swoon. âFor the record,â he replied, âI love you too.âÂ
He knew how to push your buttons, rile you up until you were angrily shoving him back.
Heâs so much bigger than you, taller than you, with wide shoulders and a broad chest. He lets you push him around with a cocky smirk only adding fuel to the fire he started in the first place.
Your lips are pulled back into a sneer when you sink down onto his cock. Your body is hot and your pussy swallows every mouth watering inch of his fat cock like itâll be a punishment for him, somehow. Your puffy pussy lips kiss his heavy balls in greeting with each hard bounce you give.
The âplap, plap, plapâ of your pussy smacking his pelvis makes your head spin, but the anger is still thrumming under your skin. Youâre not letting yourself get lost into the feeling of his plump mushroom shaped tip smooching your cervix with little spurts of hot gooey precum. Youâre delusional enough to think youâre showing him with each drag of your pretty cunt coating his cock in your sweet slick.
The air fills with skin hitting skin. Your cute little whimpers canât be held in any longer, they slip from your glossy lips, and mix with the obscene squelches of your drooling cunt that swallows his heavy cock deeper into your wet channel.
His girth stretches your gummy walls wide, filling you up to your limit until youâre feeling him in your stomach, your lungs. Fuck, it feels like he could reach your throat. And you canât help but wrap your fingers around his neck, wanting to shut him up as you rode him into the bed, the floor, the couch - the back seat of his car.
But when you look down at him, you only see his fucked out face, smiling with a lovesick grin as he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes. Your pussy grips his cock tighter and his eyes roll to the back of his head, the love sick grin growing as he bucks his hips up to meet each one of your angry and filthy bounces.
Yes, yes, take your anger out on him. He can handle it. Fuck, he wants it. Itâs why he started the argument in the first place.
Seventeen's ReactionâHow they would actually be in a relationship
Note from author: Before YOU throw stones at me, I am still working on the "Confessions" series, but we all need a palate cleanser from time to time.đđ
Summary: ot13, how they would be as actual boyfriends.
Warnings: THIS IS MY PERSPECTIVE ON MY PERSONAL ANALYSIS OF THEM. PLEASE TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT, AND ENJOY.
Heâs the type to walk around like he owns the world, broad shoulders, steady eyes, cool voice, but the moment that front door shuts behind him, all of that melts away. With you, he lets himself fall apart a little. He lets himself need. That tough cookie exterior? Itâs all part of the package. But you're the only one who gets the version of him that clings to you at 1 AM asking, âCan we just stay like this for a while?â
Heâs incredibly protective, sometimes to a fault. Whether the two of you decide to go public or keep things private, that doesnât change how intensely he loves. He has a deep need to make sure you feel safe, wanted, and cared for. Heâs the type to remind you to eat, to check your location if you're out late, to text âLet me know when you get there.â
And itâs not performative, he genuinely worries, âWhat if something happens and Iâm not there to help?â
But here's where it gets complicated. Because heâs also a man, his kind of man. The kind that was taught to lead, protect, provide. The kind that thinks strength means being in control, but slowly, through you, he learns that thereâs strength in softness too. That being vulnerable doesnât make him weak. Still, there are habits that run deep.
He wonât like it when youâre being too friendly with someone he doesnât know. That smile you give to strangers? Itâll put him on edge.
âWho was that guy?â heâll ask, not because he doesnât trust you, but because the thought of someone else being close to you gnaws at him. It is the possessiveness speaking.
He needs to feel like he knows whatâs going on in your world. In a controlling way, because in his eyes, you are his, you are an extension of who he is, and he needs to be in control of that.Â
âWhat did you do today?â
âWhoâd you hang out with?â
âDid you miss me?â, he needs to hear it, more than he lets on.
He wants you to depend on him. Not because he thinks you canât handle things on your own, but because it makes him feel needed.
When you lean into his chest after a long day, when you let him handle things for you, when you reach for his hand without thinking, those are the moments he treasures. But he also admires your strength, your independence, the way you handle your own.
Itâs this quiet balance he craves. âBe my safe place,â he says without saying it, âand Iâll be yours.â
Heâs emotionally complex, intense, and at times, frustrating. But love with him feels real. Tangled in contradiction, yes, but solid, raw, and deeply loyal.
Heâs not easy to love, but once he loves you, heâs all in.
And behind that occasional jealousy, that need to protect, and that stubborn pride, thereâs just a man who wants to be yours, in every version of himself.
2ď¸âŁ Jeonghan:
A softie, thatâs the truth, no matter how well he hides it. Anyone who assumes heâs just a walking menace needs to reevaluate their entire perception of him. Sure, heâll throw sarcasm like daggers, roll his eyes mid-conversation, and drop comments that sound a little too honest. But donât be fooled, thatâs how it starts. Thatâs how he shows interest. Thatâs how he falls in love.
And youâll realize itâs not just an act. Beneath all that dry humor and sharp wit, heâs quietly one of the most loving people youâll ever meet. Protective in that subtle, silent way. Supportive without needing recognition. Attentive in ways that matter.
âYou started that new painting, right?â
You blink. âYeah... howâd you know?â
He shrugs, not meeting your eyes. âYou mentioned the idea once. I remember stuff like that.â
Heâs the type to act like heâs not listening, then buy you the exact brush set you said you needed in passing. Heâll never say the words directly, not at first, but he shows up. Thatâs his love language. He notices when youâre tired before you do. He brings you snacks during your hyper-focused phases. He doesnât interrupt your rambles about random topics, in fact, he asks.
âWait, you never told me how that book ended. The one with the time loop thing?â
You pause, surprised. âYou really wanna hear about it?â
âObviously,â he mutters, already scrolling through his phone. âNot like I just sit here for the vibe.â (But he does. He really does.)
His life? Chaotic. A mess of schedules, commitments, noise. But in you, he looks for calm. Stability. He wonât say heâs looking for peace, because that would make him feel exposed, but thatâs exactly what he needs. The quiet kind of understanding. The kind where he doesnât need to explain his silences, or justify his exhaustion. Where he can just be, and you still get him.
And heâll do the same for you. He listens when no one else does. He remembers the small things. He checks in, not constantly, but when it counts.
âI know I can be... a lot,â he says one evening, voice low. âBut I donât wanna be too much for you.â
You glance at him, seeing that tiny crack in his usual confidence. âYouâre not. Youâre just... you. And I like you like that.â
His expression softens, and for once, he has no sarcastic comeback.
Probably one of the most emotionally mature ones when it comes to relationships, not in the way people expect, but in the way that matters. He wonât play games. Once heâs in, heâs in. He doesnât love lightly, and he definitely doesnât unlove easily.
So yeah, he might look like trouble from the outside. But if youâre the right kind of person, patient, understanding, someone who doesnât flinch when he pulls away or hides behind his humor, youâll uncover the truth.
3ď¸âŁ Joshua:
Joshua was never the kind of man you stumbled into by accident, he was the kind you had to grow into. A man with depth, purpose, and patience. A man with a plan, yes, but more than that, a man with principles. The kind of man you didnât just get, you had to earn.
He wasnât flashy or trying to impress anyone. Joshua had nothing to prove. He knew who he was and what he brought to the table, and he brought everything. Stability, ambition, kindness, and clarity. The full package, respectfully and quietly confident. He never chased validation. He was fulfilled on his own. He had goals, he had his family, he had peace.
So when he chose you, it wasn't out of need. It was out of want. And he made damn sure you understood the difference.
"I was fine before I met you," he once told you on a quiet night, brushing his thumb over your hand. "But with you⌠life just feels fuller. Richer. Like everything means more."
From the beginning, he was intentional. There were no games. No guessing. On your first date, he made it clear that he was looking for something real, something lasting.
âI donât date just to pass the time,â he said, looking you straight in the eyes. âIâm not in a rush to settle, but I know what I want. If Iâm choosing you, Iâm choosing with purpose.â
By the second date, you already knew how deeply he valued family. The way he talked about his mom, the respect in his voice, the sense of duty, it told you everything.
By the third, you learned something else, clear, honest communication was the foundation of how he loved. And you learned to meet him there.
He never made you question how he felt. When he loved you, he said it. When he missed you, he told you. When something was wrong, he sat down and talked to you, not around you.
You were always a priority. But Joshua was also a realist.
âThereâs going to be times when Iâm busy,â he said once, exhausted but still present as you shared a late meal after a long workday. âBut I need you to know, itâs not just my future Iâm working for. Itâs ours. This grind, this hustle⌠itâs for something bigger. Itâs for us.â
Your relationship wasnât the whirlwind fantasy you imagined dating an idol might be, it was better. It was grounded. Peaceful. Mature. It felt like home. He didnât just make space for you, he built a life where you naturally fit.
You never had to nag or guess. Plans were already handled.
âDonât worry about it,â heâd say with that calm smile, sliding over your passport. âFlights are booked. I already reserved the hotel, and yes, it has a spa.â
You didnât have to ask twice. He anticipated. That was just Joshua, organized, present, thoughtful. You always felt safe with him. He gave you room to grow but never let go of your hand.
He was your calm in the chaos, your compass when life got loud. A man who loved you with both intention and action. And though he never needed anyone to complete him⌠he chose you. Every single day.
And somehow, that made it mean even more.
4ď¸âŁ Jun:
Itâll feel like one of those high school romances you thought only happened in indie films. The kind with shy smiles exchanged across crowded rooms, giggles tucked behind closed doors, and the soft thrill of finding a handwritten note in your mailbox, inside jokes scrawled in his messy handwriting like little love poems only the two of you understand.
He sends you flowers sometimes. Not for anniversaries or birthdays, but on random Tuesdays, just because you once said tulips remind you of your childhood. The card? Probably says something ridiculous like âYour laugh is brighter than these.â And youâd roll your eyes, but your cheeks would hurt from smiling.
Thereâs something beautifully unscripted about the whole relationship. Midnight walks where the air is cold, but his hoodieâs warm. Coffee dates that never go according to plan because you spend more time laughing at the barista's playlist or trying to guess what kind of dog just walked past. Itâs awkward in the best way, unfiltered and unforced.
Itâs easy. No pressure, no constant checklists. Heâs a "go with the flow" kind of boyfriend. He talks about the future with you, of course, about cities you might live in, the dog youâd get, how your kids would definitely inherit your sass, but thereâs never tension in it. He knows life isnât linear. People grow. Plans shift. So instead of obsessing over timelines, he chooses to show up for you, now. Fully, completely, right here.
And when you win? When you reach a goal youâve been quietly working on? It feels like his victory too. Heâd probably scream louder than you, drag you out for late-night dumplings just to toast with cola bottles, grinning like âI told you youâd crush it.â Because heâs your biggest fan, like, full stadium lights, poster-waving, front-row type of fan. He thinks everything you touch is gold.
Sometimes youâll joke that he must be new to Earth, because he gets amazed by the smallest things, like how your nose scrunches when youâre focused, or how you talk to stray cats like theyâre old friends. And he loves experiencing everything with you, whether itâs your favourite song or a new park or the smell of your shampoo on his hoodie.
Heâll probably be the last one in the friend group to move in with their partner, not because heâs hesitant, but because he treasures the tiny thrill of coming over. Of texting âyou home?â and showing up with snacks. Of sleeping on your couch half the time and never actually minding it. Heâd want to stretch the honeymoon phase as far as itâll go, and maybe even longer.
Because to him, love isnât a series of milestones. Itâs the little stuff, the giggles, the mess, the comfort. And with you, heâs in no rush to âarrive.â He just wants to enjoy every step of getting there.
5ď¸âŁ Hoshi:
Games, games, games.
Thatâs what it felt like in the beginning. Not on purpose, but because he was figuring it out as he went. One day, youâd be laughing into your pillow at 3 a.m, phone resting on your chest, your thumb hovering over the âsendâ button as he texted something vulnerable or oddly poetic.
âSometimes I think I dream better when youâre the last thing I talk to,â he once said.
The next day? Nothing. No reply for 12 hours. No âgood morning,â no âsorry I got busy,â just⌠silence. You'd stare at your screen, refreshing the chat, wondering if you imagined the intimacy.
Then, suddenly, heâd ask you to grab a coffee. Youâd meet his dog. Youâd see the way he looked at you when he thought you werenât paying attention, like you were a puzzle he didnât want to solve too fast.
But then again, poof.
âSorry, Iâll be MIA. Iâve got this event out of town. Talk when Iâm back?â
A message sent at 1:11 a.m, hours after you had already fallen asleep overthinking. Two days of silence would follow.
He was all over the place at first. Not because he didnât like you, God, no. If anything, that was the problem.
He liked you too much, too early.
He took his time putting a title on it. Not to keep his options open. But because once he made it official, it was real. He wasnât just a performer then. He was responsible, for your heart, not just his own. And that scared him in ways he wouldnât admit out loud.
When he finally said it, âYouâre mine now, right?â, everything shifted.
Thatâs when Soonyoung stopped being Hoshi.
The idol turned into the boyfriend.
And the boyfriend? Oh, he was possessive. Not in a toxic way, but in a âyouâre my favorite person in the whole damn world and I donât want to share youâ kind of way.
He hated it when he couldnât read you. If you got quiet during a call, heâd instantly ask,
âWhatâs wrong? Did I say something?â
Even if it was nothing.
Even if you were just tired.
He needed to know you like the back of his hand, and not just know you, but understand you. The way you liked your tea. The kind of music you listened to when you couldnât sleep. What it meant when you texted âok.â
His jealousy showed up quietly. Not with fights, but in the way he stood a little closer when another guy made you laugh. Or how his hand found yours under the table, his thumb brushing your knuckles just once before lacing your fingers together like it was second nature.
But even in all that, he was still Soonyoung.
Still a little goofy. Still sweet in the most unsuspecting ways. Still the guy whoâd get pouty if you didnât answer fast enough, even though he used to disappear for hours at a time.
Still the boy who would whisper, âDonât go falling out of love with me, okay?â as if he didnât realize you already had, completely.
Because once he chose you, he really chose you.
And from then on, it wasnât a game anymore. It was real. Messy. Honest. A little dramatic.
But real.
6ď¸âŁ Wonwoo:
At first, he's frustratingly casual about you. Like⌠too casual. So much so that you catch yourself wondering late at night âDoes he even like me? Or am I just convenient company?â. He never says much, never gets too deep, just keeps things light, safe. Youâd be lying if you said it didnât make you overthink.
But then comes that night. The one where nothing seems to go his way. Plans fall through, people disappoint him, and his usually even tone carries a sharp edge. You're there, just like usual, sitting across from him on the floor with two mugs of tea going cold between you. You donât push, but you stay. And thatâs when he says it, soft, quiet, eyes not even meeting yours.
âI really donât want to lose you.â
You blink. âWhat?â
âI mean it,â he says, still looking away. âIâve lost people before. Friends. Opportunities. Pieces of myself I canât get back. And I just⌠I donât want to do that again. Not with you.â
Thatâs when it clicks. Heâs not casual because he doesnât care. Heâs casual because he does. Because getting too close too fast feels dangerous when youâve already tasted loss.
From that moment on, itâs different. He doesnât say it all the time, but he shows it. In the tiny, intentional ways he builds a world just for the two of you. Matching keychains he buys without asking, your initials carved on the back. Sneakers in the same style but with just enough of a colour difference to make them feel like a pair. His game username suddenly ending in your birth year. Little things. Meaningful things.
You spend countless nights curled up on the couch, a blanket tossed lazily over both your legs. Your fingers absentmindedly tracing his as his other hand gently scratches your scalp. Some dumb movie plays in the background, something youâre not even watching, but the warmth? The weight of his arm across your shoulder? Thatâs the real feature film.
You rarely go out, but when you do, itâs slow walks down quiet streets at night, hoodies up, fingers laced, city lights reflecting in puddles. You tease him into filming silly TikToks. He groans but does it anyway, lips twitching like heâs pretending not to enjoy it. You never post them, but he saves them all.
He becomes your safe space without even trying. Every rant, every vent, every chaotic outburst, you throw it all at him. He never interrupts, never rolls his eyes. He just listens, nodding slowly like heâs soaking it in, like it matters.
One evening, after a particularly long monologue about a coworker who crossed the line again, you finally fall quiet. His thumb is rubbing small circles into your back, and when you glance up, heâs already watching you with that signature soft smile of his.
You exhale. âWhat?â
âCome here,â he murmurs, tugging you into his chest like youâre something fragile. And maybe you are, but not with him. With him, you're safe. Always.
7ď¸âŁ Woozi:
My favourite misunderstood man trope.
Yes, he's busy. Yes, he works long hours, sometimes gets lost in his own world, and no, heâs not the most emotionally expressive person to the outside world. But that doesnât mean he feels less. In fact, it means he feels more, just quieter, deeper, and more deliberately.
Once youâre his, itâs game over. Itâs you. Every single time, itâs you.
Youâll wake up to his good morning texts before his day even starts.
"Did you sleep well? Donât skip breakfast."
Heâll check in around lunch, even if heâs swamped.
"Howâs your day going? Did you eat? Send me a picture of your outfit."
Because sometimes, thatâs his way of saying I miss you, without actually saying it.
And when he can, he'll move meetings, reschedule, cut things short, just to make it to dinner with you. Not because he's whipped or soft, but because he wants to show up for you. He knows love isn't built on grand gestures but on consistency, presence, and being there in the quiet moments.
He wonât love loudly. But he will love deeply.
He remembers the small things: your favorite scent, the snack you always grab when you're stressed, the way you hate being talked to in the morning before coffee. You'll find little surprises on your desk, or tucked in your bag:
"Saw this and thought of you. No reason. Just⌠yeah."
And one day, without fanfare, he'll take you home, to his home.
Introduce you to the people who raised him, the people he protects most.
Because to him, youâre no longer just someone he loves. Youâre someone he wants to keep.
He wonât wait to talk about the future.
"Do you want kids?"
"Where would you want to live?"
"Would you ever take my last name?"
Not out of pressure, but because heâs not here to play. His love is intentional. If heâs with you, itâs because he sees the endgame with you. And heâs not afraid to say it, even if his voice shakes.
But hereâs the thing about him, he wonât coddle you.
Heâll be your rock, but heâll also hold up a mirror when you start doubting yourself.
"Why are you talking like that? Youâre better than this. Donât shrink."
He wonât let you spiral. Heâll pull you back when you drift, ground you when you forget who you are. Not because he wants to control you, but because he believes in you, even when you donât.
So yes, heâs misunderstood. Heâs quiet. He works too much.
But if youâre patient enough to stay, youâll find that behind the walls is a man who will love you with a loyalty that doesnât waver.
Not just when itâs easy.
Especially when itâs not.
And in a world thatâs so quick to leave, youâll finally know what it means to be chosen. Every day. By someone who never had to say much to prove it.
8ď¸âŁ DK:
Very mature, when the relationship is in the beginning stages.
When things first start between you and DK, thereâs a quiet maturity about him that surprises you. Heâs thoughtful, present, and incredibly self-aware. Not because heâs trying to impress you or put on some polished persona, but because, for once, heâs able to be himself without worrying about a spotlight. Itâs a side of him that most people never really get to see.
You notice it in small things. Like how he listens, really listens. Or the way he pauses to think before giving you his honest opinion. Early on, you're waiting in line at a cozy, local cafe, and you catch him trailing behind you, hands gently tugging on the belt loop of your jeans like a child following someone they trust. When the barista looks up and says, âHi, what can I get started for you two?â he nudges you forward softly and mumbles,
âYou go first. Iâll have whatever youâre having.â
You chuckle, âWhat if I get something you hate?â
âI wonât,â he says with a small grin. âIf you like it, Iâll probably like it too.â
Itâs in those moments, unguarded, soft around the edges, that you realize how introverted he really is. Not shy exactly, just... private. Comfortable in silence. And itâs never boring. At home, when the doors are closed and the cameras are off, he's a completely different version of himself, bubbly, hilarious, full of animated storytelling and bad impressions. Heâs all in. Thereâs no halfway with DK once he feels safe.
In public though? He leans into you. Literally and emotionally. If you're out shopping, heâs the one waiting in the corner chair, scrolling on his phone or humming quietly to himself while you browse. Sometimes you feel bad about making him tag along, but when you ask, he just shrugs,
âI like being near you. I donât have to say anything, right?â
âNope,â you smile. âJust exist beside me.â
âPerfect,â he grins. âIâm great at that.â
Heâs a phenomenal partner, communicative, emotionally intelligent, and someone who takes accountability without turning it into guilt or drama. When he messes up, which everyone does, he owns it.
âI shouldnât have said that yesterday,â heâll tell you one night, curling up beside you under the covers. âI think I was too in my head to really listen, and thatâs on me.â
He doesnât wait for you to forgive him. He gives you space and then does better. Every time.
But being together also means learning each otherâs limits. You learn pretty quickly that just because heâs kind doesnât mean heâs endlessly patient, and just because he laughs easily doesnât mean he doesnât get overwhelmed. DK can burn out quietly if youâre not paying attention. He might agree to things too quickly just to make you happy, and then shut down hours later, overstimulated and exhausted. You begin to recognize the signs.
So you adjust. You soften the way you bring up plans or sensitive topics.
âHey,â you say one evening, curled up with him on the couch, âwhat do you think about maybe joining me for dinner with my friends this weekend? No pressure, just wanted to ask early so you can think about it.â
He nods slowly, eyes focused on your fingers tracing his knuckles.
âThanks for asking like that,â he murmurs. âIâll let you know tomorrow, yeah?â
âOf course,â you reply. And you mean it.
Thereâs this beautiful rhythm that begins to form. He teaches you the power of gentleness, of patience, of choosing your words with intention. And you give him space to feel, to process, to just be, without trying to fix or push or rush him.
And contrary to what the world may assume, heâs not the carefree, always-joking guy they see on screen. Heâs layered, deep, and yes, someone who can get overwhelmed. But with you, heâs learning how to breathe through it.
9ď¸âŁ Mingyu:
Consistency.
Thatâs what your relationship with Mingyu is made of, thread by thread, itâs woven into every part of your shared life. From the beginning, everything with him just made sense. No push-and-pull, no confusion masked as chemistry. He showed up, heart wide open, and never once made you question your place in his world.
Thatâs Mingyu. Thoughtful in the small ways that matter most. He didnât just talk about forever, he started living like it. Not in a rush, but in a rhythm. One that felt like home.
Within a few weeks, it was second nature. You had a toothbrush at his place before you even talked about moving in. Your favourite snacks magically appeared in his kitchen. He adjusted his sleep schedule to match yours.
âYou get cold in the mornings,â he said, handing you his hoodie without you asking. âKeep this in the bathroom. Itâs softer.â
Before the month was up, you were already part of his real life, the one outside of cameras and choreography. You went to the team dinners, sat beside him with your fingers laced under the table while the others teased him mercilessly. He never flinched. Never hid it. Just grinned, brought your hand to his lips, and kissed your knuckles like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You met his sister over bubble tea. She joked that she could already see a wedding happening within the year. Mingyu turned pink but didnât disagree. Later that night, while you were brushing your teeth, he hugged you from behind and murmured into your neck,
âDonât freak out, but I could see that too.â
Then came the afternoons with his mom. You thought it would be intimidating, but it wasnât. She welcomed you with warm eyes and a gentle smile, teaching you how to cook his favorite meal with hands that moved like they carried decades of care.
âYouâll be the one feeding him now,â she teased, handing you the spoon.
You laughed, but the words stuck. Because they felt true.
Mingyu didnât just invite you into his life, he built a space for you within it.
And God, the way he loves. People say Mingyu was meant to be this tall so all the love he holds could fit inside him, and you believe it. His affection is constant but never overwhelming. Youâll catch him watching you across a crowded room, not with hunger or need, but with quiet awe. Like he still canât believe youâre real.
Sometimes youâd ask him,
âWhy do you love me like this?â
And heâd reply, without even thinking,
âBecause youâre mine. And loving you like this is the only way I know how.â
But itâs not just sweetness and warmth. Mingyu is your partner. Your anchor. He challenges you to grow, gently pushes you toward the version of yourself youâve always wanted to be. When you doubt yourself, he doesnât just give you compliments, he gives you clarity.
âThat plan of yours?â he says, when you come to him with ideas, notebooks, fears. âItâs smart. But you need to stop second-guessing yourself. Youâre brilliant. Own it.â
He never lets you shrink. And he never lets you forget your worth. When you burn out or spread yourself too thin, he notices before you do.
âYou donât need to prove anything to anyone,â he tells you, brushing the hair out of your eyes. âRest. Youâre allowed.â
He celebrates your wins louder than anyone, but heâs also the one holding you when it feels like everythingâs falling apart. He doesnât flinch from the hard stuff. He stays. He listens. He learns how to love you even on the days when you forget how to love yourself.
And he never makes it about him. Never demands a performance. With Mingyu, you are safe to be messy, to be tired, to be unsure. He meets you exactly where you are, and walks with you forward.
With Mingyu, the love doesnât live in promises, it lives in the way he shows up, again and again. In how he protects your peace. In how he lets you be exactly who you are and somehow still sees more in you than youâve ever dared to see in yourself.
So no, itâs not just pretty packaging. Itâs not just flowers and forehead kisses and lingering glances in the kitchen light. Itâs trust. Itâs real partnership. Itâs growth.
1ď¸âŁ0ď¸âŁ Minghao:
Heâs a man whoâs reserved, not shy, and definitely not passive. Just quiet in a way thatâs intentional. He doesnât open his world to just anyone, and when he chooses to let you in, itâs deliberate. Measured. He knows what he brings to the table, and he values his peace, so if he gives you the power to disrupt it, itâs because heâs already decided youâre worth it.
With him, love isnât loud or dramatic. Itâs steady. Itâs in the way he looks at you like youâre already a part of his life, like youâve always been meant to be there. Youâre not just his girlfriend. Youâre family. Thatâs how he treats you from the start.
You meet his parents earlier than you expected, not out of obligation, but because heâs proud. Not in a performative, âlook what I scoredâ kind of way, but in the quiet awe of someone who canât believe how lucky he got.
âOmma, this is her,â he says, hand gently resting on the small of your back. âThe one I was telling you about.â
The smile on his face doesnât scream possession. It beams with admiration.
Your connection with him isnât textbook clear. People might assume heâs the best communicator because heâs emotionally mature, and he is, but he also wants you to try. He wants you to pay attention. To notice when his silence is thoughtful, when itâs guarded, or when itâs just comfort.
He doesnât always hand you his emotions in neat, wrapped sentences. Sometimes, he waits, watching if youâll catch the subtle change in his expression, the way he sighs after a long day, or how he hesitates before saying something vulnerable.
âItâs okay,â you tell him once, when he doesnât speak right away. âYou donât have to explain everything.â
He glances at you, quiet for a beat. âI donât want to explain everything. I want you to feel it.â
And you do.
Because when he loves, he just loves. Itâs in everything, how he texts you during the day just to say âTake a break, ok? You do not need to overwork yourself.â Or the way he surprises you by waiting outside your building on rainy evenings, hood pulled up, holding your favourite drink in one hand.
Itâs in the way he pulls you into his arms on the couch at night, your legs tangled together, your head resting on his chest as you talk about futures you never imagined before him.
âDo you think weâll still be doing this in ten years?â you whisper, fingers tracing lazy circles on his arm.
He doesnât even hesitate. âIf I have anything to say about it, yeah. And even longer than that.â
He may not say âI love youâ twenty times a day, but itâs there. Itâs in the silence. Itâs in the details. Itâs in the weight of the way he looks at you when you laugh, like he wants to memorize it forever.
With him, love doesnât shout. It doesnât rush.
It chooses you, and then keeps choosing you, again and again.
1ď¸âŁ1ď¸âŁ Seungkwan:
Heâs the hardest one to get into a committed relationship, not because heâs afraid of love, but because heâs just so used to being alone. Not lonely. Just... self-contained. Self-sufficient. Heâs built a whole world around structure and achievement, and in that world, thereâs not a lot of room for messy, unpredictable things like emotions.
This man is busy. Volleyball practice in the morning, dance rehearsal in the afternoon, studio recording till late. Throw in an ad campaign shoot, a last-minute MC gig, maybe a talk show appearance, and a variety show taping that runs over schedule. Heâs everywhere, all the time, and when he does finally sit down, heâs already thinking about whatâs next.
So when he finally enters a relationship, when he chooses you, itâs not some casual fling. It becomes its own full-time job, one he throws himself into with the same intensity he gives to everything else.
Heâs professional. Heâs organized. But none of that helps when it comes to love. Love doesnât follow scripts or schedules.
So in the beginning, itâs hard. Really hard.
He keeps performing, even around you. Smiling through frustration. Saying yes when he means no. Putting you on a pedestal so high he forgets you're just a person, not an ideal. And all the while, he's slowly bottling up his stress and fatigue, until one day it spills out in the middle of a petty argument about something like⌠not replying fast enough.
"You say you care, but sometimes I feel like I'm the only one holding this together," he snaps, and then immediately regrets it. He didnât mean it that way. Not really.
You donât yell back. You just look at him, tired, a little hurt, and ask softly, âThen why didnât you tell me sooner?â
And thatâs when it hits him. He doesnât know how to tell you things. Not the real things. Not when heâs so used to being dependable, the strong one, the capable one. He has to unlearn that. He has to unlearn the idea that love means being perfect.
And you? You learn how to slow him down. How to catch the signs of burnout before they hit. How to ground him with a touch on his wrist or a quiet âLetâs just stay in today.â You become his anchor, but not in a way that ties him down, in a way that steadies his storm.
You cheer for him. Loudly. Youâre his biggest fan, and he needs that. He needs to be seen, to be reminded that someone notices how hard he works, not just for the world, but for you. He needs to feel like he matters outside of the spotlight.
Sometimes, out of nowhere, on a lazy Saturday afternoon while youâre scrolling through food delivery apps, heâll glance over and murmur, âHey⌠weâre good, right?â
And even though thereâs no fight, no tension, you know what heâs asking. You smile, lean in, and say, âWeâre better than good.â
Because what heâs really asking is, âYouâre not going to leave me⌠right?â
And you wonât.
1ď¸âŁ2ď¸âŁ Vernon:
You know that rare kind of relationship, the one that just fits? Where you don't have to tiptoe around each other or play the game of pretending to be cooler or more mysterious than you are. The kind where everything skips the awkward stages and goes straight to real. Thatâs what itâs like with Vernon.
With him, you never had to try so hard. There were no mixed signals, no waiting three hours to reply to texts just to seem chill. He didnât ghost you only to come back when it was convenient, and you didnât feel the pressure to always be âon.â He met you exactly as you were, and you met him the same way. Itâs easy, almost suspiciously easy, but in the best way.
He does the boring things with you, and somehow makes them feel like a movie montage. He pushes the cart at the grocery store while you debate toilet paper brands like itâs a serious life decision. He stands next to your mom in the detergent aisle and doesnât flinch when your little cousin throws a tantrum on the floor. He even showed up, willingly, fully present, at your cousinâs piano recital. He clapped like he meant it. Your grandparents have a framed photo of you two at Christmas on the wall now. He didnât pose, he just was. And somehow, thatâs enough to make him feel like heâs always been part of the picture.
Your face is his laptop lockscreen. Your shoes are lined up by his door, your hoodieâs draped on his desk chair. Your laughter echoes off the walls of his apartment at midnight when you're eating leftover pizza straight from the box, arguing over which late-night show is the best. Your photos, blurry, sunlit, mundane, are scattered around his space, like you're both living in some quiet little world you made together.
You take spontaneous city breaks, nothing extravagant, just places where you can walk hand in hand without anyone looking twice. You try street food, go thrift shopping, stumble into cozy cafĂŠs with foggy windows and warm mugs, and laugh through karaoke nights where he pretends he canât sing when you know he can.
With Vernon, it feels like youâve been together forever, even if it hasnât been that long. He feels like home, not in the loud, firework kind of way, but in the quiet way a light turns on when you walk in the door.
But here's the truth, love still takes learning. Even when itâs easy, itâs still something you build.
Heâs not overly romantic, not the type to shower you with roses or surprise you with designer gifts. Thatâs not who he is. But that doesnât mean he doesnât care, he just shows it differently. Heâs thoughtful in ways that feel like a second heartbeat. Heâll wake up before you just to put in a load of laundry you forgot. Heâll pack you leftovers for lunch and write a little note on the container lid that says, âDonât skip meals, okay?â. He always makes sure thereâs a glass of water on your nightstand before bed. Always.
And maybe he wonât plan elaborate date nights, but heâll notice when youâre overwhelmed and wordlessly take over the chores. Heâll hold your hand when youâre anxious in public, not saying a word, just grounding you in that small, firm grip of his. Heâll sit quietly next to you when youâre sad, not trying to fix it, just being there.
And honestly? That means more than any grand gesture ever could.
Because with Vernon, love isnât something he performs. Itâs something he lives, with you, beside you, around you.
1ď¸âŁ3ď¸âŁ Dino:
Controversial opinion, but boyfriend Dino is wildly different behind closed doors compared to what the public sees. And I donât mean that heâs putting on a show for the cameras, no, itâs the opposite. He never wears a mask for you. With you, heâs just him. All heart, all effort, all flawed and soft and real.
Heâs not just âthe maknaeâ or the guy with crazy energy on stage. At home, heâs the steady one. The one who grabs the heavy grocery bags without a second thought, who instinctively starts cooking when youâve had a long day, who wipes down the counter while telling you some random fact he read online.
Heâs the guy who picks you up from work when it rains, even if he only had four hours of sleep. The guy who sits through dinner with your family and somehow has your parents wrapped around his finger by the end of the night. Heâll compliment your dadâs cooking, help your mom clear the dishes, and still find your hand under the table just to hold it.
In the relationship, Dino is shockingly mature. Thereâs no guessing game with him. If somethingâs wrong, he tells you. If somethingâs right, he shows you. You never have to beg for clarity, he gives it to you without hesitation.
But donât get it twisted, heâs still Dino. Still your chaotic, endearing, occasionally clueless boyfriend.
Heâll forget to text back for hours because he got sucked into a video game with the guys. Heâll throw his hoodie on the floor right next to the laundry basket and swear he meant to put it in. Heâll leave the hallway light on at 6 AM while heâs heading out to practice, and youâll be blinded in bed like, âSeriously, Chan?â
Heâll pop his head back in with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry baby, forgot again. Want me to turn it off?"
Youâll groan, pull the covers over your face. âToo late, Iâm already awake.â
And heâll lean down, kiss your forehead, and whisper, âIâll make it up to you later.â
Because despite the mess, the forgetfulness, the light in your eyes at ungodly hours, heâs your boyfriend first. Always.
He makes sure you feel loved in the most grounded ways. Heâll hold you without needing a reason. Heâll look you in the eyes and say, âIâm not going anywhere, okay?â just because you looked a little tired that day.
With him, you never have to wonder where you stand. You know.
warnings: drinking, allusion to drug use, sub hoshi likes when reader is mean to him, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex, reader calls hoshi a furry more than once, cumshot, hair pulling, reader wears bunny ears
Length: ~5.3k
Note: this started as a prologue to a different fic but i wanted it to become its own fic. danke @gyuswhore for being my torture subject as always as well as @onlyhuis @temptaetions @cheolism
Summary: The guy wearing a tiger onesie and ripping a bong in the corner might not be the most promising prospect of the night. But you've got a point to prove and a bet to win.
series m.list: Green Light [s], Yuck [f], Talk [a, s, f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]
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The cramped living room is hazy with the smell of pot, cut by cheap led strip lights painting everything in violets and blues. Butt numb from the stiff armrest of the couch, you adjust the bunny ears on your head for the fifth time in the twenty minutes youâve sat there.
Everyone else skitters around, dressed as different animals. More bunnies, a few cats, a guy dressed like a dinosaur hogging a joint. Itâs someoneâs birthday; a friend of a friend youâve never met, but the promise of free alcohol before heading downtown isnât even close to the worst way to spend your time. Itâs why you fished out the dumb satin bunny ears from your closet; a relic from Halloweens past when you needed a cheap excuse to wear something scandalous in public with little judgment.Â
June disappeared thirty minutes ago to find the birthday boy, leaving your entire group to mingle until she returns.Â
You intently listen as Lily vents about her work crush for the nth time. His name is of no relevance, but sheâs convinced herself it's love despite the fact he possesses fewer brain cells than a rock. A proven fact since he didnât know the difference between consonants and vowels despite being well into his twenties.
âWhy all the talk about relationships?â you interrupt. âCan we please have one night where we donât talk about guys.â
âSome of us want boyfriends.â Anna rolls her eyes.Â
âAnd yet, you can find one hundred percent of the benefits of one with zero effort. At least without all the mind games you two go through every week.â
âEasy for you to say.â Anna argues. âYouâre like the poster girl for no-commitment sex.â
âI like what I like,â you shrug. âNot guys that say they want a relationship and then claim you're moving too fast when you ask him to treat you like a person.â
Lily gives an exasperated groan to the ceiling. âWe get it. You hate romance.â
âI donât hate it. I just like to be realistic. Most guys are good for one thing and I happen to admire them for that.â
âDo you realistically think you can get any guy here to sleep with you?â Anna asks.Â
Any guy is a stretch. Youâre easy but not without standards. Taken men are strictly off the menu. Along with weirdos or guys that look like theyâve never seen the inside of a shower. Anyone looking for a relationship typically removes themself from the running after figuring out you arenât looking to be saved or changed, just a warm body thatâs easy on the eyes.
âPick anyone and if I pull him you owe me breakfast tomorrow.â You challenge them with a smirk. Itâs slim pickings so early in the night, but nothing you canât work with.
âOkay, then.â Lily agrees. âWhat about him?â
It takes you a moment to decipher who her manicured finger is pointing at. There's a small crowd in the corner of the room, guys too scared to mingle or uninterested in anything beyond their circle jerk. But heâs easy to spot; a tiger onesie and a dark crop of hair are all the details you get from this far away.
He seems to be the main entertainer of the bubble. Hands fly in different directions, chaotic but graceful. Now that youâre locked onto him, the boom of his voice floats under the heavy music. Tiger guy isn't your usual type. Heâs lithe and lean; maybe a dancer or something athletic. You like them tall and domineering. It makes it that much sweeter when they try to dominate you, only to be beaten at their own game. Mingyu wasnât your A-list fuck buddy for no reason. A damn shame he moved away at the end of last year.
But the man Lilyâs picked will do what you need him to; prove a point and grant you a free meal. If you get at least one orgasm out of it then thatâll be a bonus. Chugging the last of your drink (which smells like nail polish remover and paint thinner had a very toxic baby), you drop the empty cup into Annaâs hand.
âAnd we want proof!â Anna calls as you stalk toward the far wall.
One of the other guys heâs talking to sees you approach, and you watch the way his eyes convey your presence, nearly bugging out of his skull. A gentle tap on tiger guyâs shoulder has him turning to greet you.
Confusion clouds his face. Heâs cuter than you expected, with furrowed eyebrows and a pout that draws your eyes to his mouth with curiosity. Youâll find out their talents soon enough.Â
âHi,â you smile.
âHi?â he parrots.
âIâm Y/N.â Eyes round with faux innocence, you make a point to take a few seconds staring at his mouth before meeting his curious gaze.
âSoonyoung.â
Soonyoung. The name rolls along your tongue easily. You light up at the way his eyes follow the curve of your mouth around the sound. Itâs too easy.
Pushing forward, chest to chest; raising on your toes. You relish in another shiver at the brush of your mouth against his ear. âIs this your party?â
âYeah, itâs my roommateâs birthday,â he says.
So thatâs who June knows.Â
âCool. Wanna show me your room?â
âWhat?â You can hear the record scratch in Soonyoungâs brain; see the disbelief in his eyes.
Stepping into his space, your gaze burns a path from his lips to his eyes before you repeat, âyour room?â
âYeah, yeah. I canâŚdefinitely do that. This way!â
His own friends, still circled in the corner, gape in their own disbelief. Soonyoung has you charging through the crowded living room and down the hallway. Good. Even more bodies fill the narrow space but he nearly pushes them aside, waving off any grunts of discontent at his roughness.
You pass several doors on each side, all closed from prying eyes but you donât have an interest anyway. His room is at the end of the long passage. A whiteboard with a crude image of a tiger and a rainbow hangs at eye level, coupled with âTamTam + Hoshi 5everâ but you donât have time to admire the art before youâre inside.
âSo, this is it,â Soonyoung announces, hands wringing in front of his chest nervously.Â
The tiger thing isnât so much a coincidence and more of a theme. A poster of a tiger hangs on the wall above the dresser. But itâs not the worst of it. His bed hosts several plushies, all different sizes and shapes but certainly tigers.Â
Whipping around, you eye him with incredulity. âAre you a fucking furry?â
âNo!â He shakes like a bobblehead. Like heâs had to explain it dozens of times before. âItâs a joke! From college, with my friends.â
âA joke where you collect tiger memorabilia as a grown man?â You shoot back.
âItâs not that bad.â
Eyebrows flying to your hair line, you make a sweep of the room. âYou have a framed picture of a tiger, are wearing a tiger suit, and have a miniature army of stuffed animals.âÂ
âOkay, maybe it is that bad, but Iâm not a furry.â
If he was hiding more of the garish pattern out of sight you wouldnât be surprised. For good measure, you fold over the blanket of his bed and sigh relief to find navy sheets instead of orange. Youâve slept with weirder guys for less but itâs nice to know he isnât that weird.
âWhatever you say. But if you ask me to wear a tail, Iâll walk back out there and tell everyone.â
You peel your shirt off without another word. Once your vision is free of the fabric, youâre met with a starstruck man â mouth open, eyes skimming your chest, and what seems to be a half-chub tenting his pants. You revel in the silent awe rolling off him, preening at the attention. So easy.
But Soonyoung seems to come to his senses when you start working on the zipper holding together the back of your skirt shut.
âWoah, okay. We donât have to go so fast,â he says, taking a step in your direction.
âSo I should put my shirt back on?â You make for it like the threat is real.
âLetâs not be too hasty! Iâm just saying, maybe we should, like, talk a bit first?â
Your feet carry you until thereâs barely a breath between his body and your own. Soonyoungâs shirt brushes against your naked stomach with each stuttered breath as you eye his lips. âWell, do you wanna talk or do you want your dick sucked? Because I can only do one at a time.â
âDefinitely the second one,â Soonyoung starts, dipping his hands to your ass for a harsh squeeze while shepherding you to his bed.
His mouth tastes like smoke and need. A disgusting combination if not for your tipsy brain easily ignoring it in favor of focusing on the roughness of his touch.
Soonyoung is eager, to say the least. He canât touch you fast enough; hands darting from your ass, to your sides, to your breasts, and back down again. If this was happening at your apartment youâd tie him down and refuse to let him feel anything at all just to watch him squirm.Â
You manage to flip him under you, pinning him in place with your thighs to rest across his lap like a throne. Taking the change in stride, he uses the new angle to mouth over your bra; sucking harshly at your covered nipples till they stiffen for his fingers to pinch at.
âCondoms?â
Soonyoung shakes his head.Â
Digging the heel of your hand into his forehead successfully unlatches the suction around your nipple. He pouts at the interruption.
âYou donât have condoms?â
âI do, but Iâm not about to fuck you after two seconds of making out,â Soonyoung argues. âIâm not even hard yet.â
Shocked by the sudden attitude, you huff before rolling your hips down. You're met with a familiar lump pressing into the crotch of your pants, and Soonyoung has the nerve to simply return to his previous task as you rock against him again.
âLiar,â you pant after a delicious drag of his teeth on your collarbone and his cock against your ass.
You stay locked like that for a while, writhing against one another as clothes come off without abandon. Your bra first, then the damn tiger onesie. Soonyoung gets you on your back before flipping up your skirt and pulling your panties to the side, revealing your drenched center.
He sucks a bruise on your nipple, tongue messy as he explores whatâs between your legs with a gentle stroke of his fingers.
âCan I go down on you? Please say yes.â Soonyoung traces the request across your chest with more nips of his teeth.Â
âYou have to ask?â
âConsent is sexy.â
âYou sound like a PSA,â you comment. âBut, yeah go ahead.â
Your hips lift to aid in removing the last scraps of clothing. Thereâs no shyness as you spread your legs wide, flashing the aftermath of a good make-out session for Soonyoung eyes only.
âOh my god,â he moans.
The heat of his breath fans across your folds, sending a shiver down your spine. He doesnât even blink as you clench from the aching need to be filled with whatever heâs ready to offer,
âWhat?â
âThis is gonna make me sound weird again, but you have a really pretty pussy.â
Not something any previous partners have chosen to comment on, but you preen under the compliment. âThanks.â
âNo. Thank you,â Soonyoung says before looking at the ceiling. âGod, thank you so much for blessing me like this.âÂ
âStop being lame or I'll leave.âÂ
âSorry, youâre hot.â He says it like an accusation. âJust wanted to let the universe know I recognize that and appreciate it.âÂ
âHow about you recognize the fact Iâm drying up as we speak?âÂ
âNo you arenât,â Soonyoung argues. âYouâre dripping on my sheets.âÂ
Your hand skates across your front, falling between your thighs. Like hypnosis, he watches with rapt attention as you frame your clit between two fingers, giving a clear target for his attention.Â
âThen do something about it.â
With a hand fisted in his hair, he does. An aggressive suck against your clit without warm-up sends a tremor through your core. Your fingers knot in his hair, twisting until heâs forced away from your cunt with a petulant frown.Â
âIf you keep licking my clit like a scratch off I will make you cry.â A jostle of the bed tells how effective your words are. âOh my god. Did you just?âÂ
âIâve never been threatened in bed before, okay? I'm just as shocked as you.â
He hides the embarrassment by wedging back between your thighs, gentler than before, lapping away the new flood of arousal from his responsiveness. A thrill hums down your spine and settles where Soonyoungâs mouth returns to work. His shoulders burn hot against the underside of your thighs, every surge of muscle rocking you back into the slick of his tongue.Â
âFuck.â
âBetter?â he asks around a mouth full of pussy.
There might very well be a crowd at the door listening to every lewd squelch and pathetic whine, but you donât care. A little direction, a grind of your hips when he does well and the sting of your nails when he gets ahead of himself does wonders. Soonyoung is eager to please and impress. You could probably lay here for an hour without a complaint for him; if anything, heâd actively encourage such indulgence if it meant your approval.Â
It makes the temptation to overwhelm him too sweet to ignore.Â
One of the hands flat against your stomach falls away easily, knotting his fingers through yours because of course heâd be the type to hold hands during sex. Itâs cute, but that fondness is stomped down for something safer.Â
Like sucking two fingers between your lips like it's his cock.
Soonyoung grunts frustration straight into your core, refusing to watch you wet his hand even when you moan at the prod against the back of your throat. Another hump against the mattress as an edge of teeth drags over his knuckles.Â
You canât help but laugh as he scrambles to stretch you across them. He curls one slowly, like youâll object. When you don't, Soonyoung adds the other and resettles your thigh so he can watch them disappear inside. His knuckles return even more soaked and even you canât pretend it isnât a turn-on.Â
âFuck, youâre so hot.â
Before you can respond, heâs licking away the fresh wave of wetness from his praise. It isnât new information, but Soonyoung is impossibly earnest and youâre pretty sure if he came from eating you out heâd be just as satisfied as if you fucked him.
âGimme a third.â
Soonyoung moans like heâs the one getting off as he does what you ask.Â
Your legs lock, sore at the hips from being dragged to the edge so quickly. It bubbles just under the surface. Too far away where you canât reach it but know Soonyoung can. He knows it too by the way you whisper his name.Â
âIf you touch yourself right now will you cum?âÂ
âProbably.âÂ
âGood.â You're overeager, just like the man between your legs, but the idea he can get off from eating you out canât be ignored. âShow me.âÂ
âIf you make me cum twice tonight I will talk to my therapist about you, so no.â
You whine a protest. Something that would sound far more responsible falling from his lips in the established dynamic, but you donât care. One of your feet wedges between the bed and his crotch, toeing along the bulge still hidden behind a pair of thin boxers.
âIs it not enough that I might cum from you insulting me, you have to see it happen?â He asks.Â
The picture behind your eyelids is nothing short of demonic; pulling Soonyoungâs boxers down and the inside sticky with cum, but his cock still hard because once is definitely not enough. Or streaks of white coating his chest and thighs, the perfect trail to trace your tongue over.Â
You donât even have a chance to share the fantasy before he splits you on his tongue again. Firmer this time, with a hard press to your knees that has you vulnerable and exposed. He keeps his tongue flat and heavy on your clit. Perfect to grind up against until you shudder.
Since you canât get Soonyoung to give in, you settle for ruining any future encounter he might have by making a show.
Your fingers tickle up your stomach, nails raising goosebumps at the soft touch. Back and forth and back and forth, a little higher each time until you catch the hill of your chests and circle the hard peaks. There's no reason to ease into it, not when you sneak a glance down and find a pair of brown eyes framed between your legs.
The way he watches makes you feel dirty. Nipples pebbled between your fingers, you arch into his next move. His tongue stays flat for you to use. You curl into it, humping Soonyoungâs face like heâs nothing more than a toy to get off on.Â
âShit, shit, shit.âÂ
Heâs definitely slipped a fourth finger inside. The stretch borders just on the edge of pain but you take it in stride. Soonyoung looks like he might cum before you do.Â
âIâm â oh. Just like that.â You groan deep from your core.Â
Your clit is throbbing with sensitivity as he continues to coax pleased sounds from your tongue. Heating from the inside out, your hands abandoned the torture on your chest in favor of keeping Soonyoung in place so you can rut against him.
A switch flips with your next moan. Hands on your stomach, your breasts, shoving your thighs out of the way as he digs into your cunt like the best meal the world will know.Â
âCum for me. Please let me see you come,â Soonyoung begs.Â
Fizzling out, you do what he asks. Your stomach tenses for a second and then you fly off the mattress from locked muscles.Â
Soonyoung doesnât stop as you twitch, nor when you kick an ankle into his side. Maybe you go a little wet at the eyes as he forces you straight into a second orgasm without an ounce of reprieve but it's probably coincidence.
Soonyoung finally moves away at an inhuman whine. His mouth is stained with the taste of you, but he wears it well. It almost makes you want to push him back down and see if you can survive a third orgasm.
To stop from blindly following temptation, you roll until youâre sat in his lap. You must look as disheveled as you feel; sweaty and strung out. Ready for more.
âWait,â he sighs with the pain of a man delaying his own gratification. âWear these.â
The wrinkled satin bunny ears knocked from your head earlier come back into view. Soonyoung doesnât even pretend to be ashamed as he plants them back on your head before finding the dip of your waist again.
You hate the idea of giving in so easily, but Soonyoungâs need rolls off him in thick waves feeding straight to your ego. âOh, but youâre not a furry?âÂ
His cock fits well against the curl of your fingers as you stroke him, standing tall and proud from his lap. Oddly enough, you get his earlier sentiment. Youâve never thought of a dick as pretty but Soonyoungâs is nice. Red and leaking at the tip, youâre tempted to duck your chin and get a taste, but Soonyoung drags you up to his mouth before you can even make a good faith try.
âStop being mean to me or Iâll bust a nut,â he whines.
âCanât have that,â you snicker. âCondoms?â
âDrawer.â
The door slams open in your haste. Itâs a mess of lube, sex toys, and random chargers. Who keeps a phone charger where their lube is? Too eager for the promise of such a pliable partner doesnât leave with an interest in asking, and the way he continues to suck at your throat isnât helping. Until you find something that stokes your curiosity even more.
âSoonyoung. What are these?âÂ
A set of fuzzy tiger print cuffs dangle from your fingers. The jokes write themselves. But you ignore the re-occurrence of orange and black because you really want to know if he likes bondage. (Hopefully itâs a yes. Even more hopeful is he likes to be on the receiving end.)
âBirthday present.â
âYour friends are weird,â you say. âHave you used them?â
He looks shy, like he hasnât just asked you to don animal ears and ride him into the mattress. Handcuffs are nothing in comparison but you wait out the nerves flashing on his face. âMaybe.â
âOn who?â
âUmmâŚâ
âHave you been handcuffed?âÂ
Do you want to be? The idea is just another fantasy youâll think about later in the dark of your room when you need a quick way to get off.Â
âNo.â
âLame,â you tease before tossing them to the floor and shoving a foil packet into his chest.
Soonyoungâs ability to multitask is nonexistent. Not when your nipping his ear lobe and whispering how bad you want him to fuck you; how you canât wait to feel him inside you; how big his dick is. Perfect flattery that makes him whine and fumble the condom over and over again until you grant clemency and do it yourself.
His hands are rough against your ass as you slip him inside, slow because you want him to suffer just a little bit. Your thighs scream in protest at the angle but Soonyoung looks at you like heâs watching a miracle unfold and the discomfort is more than worth it.
If there was time, youâd let him fuck you from behind just to see how heâd fair with such a visual, but this is already dragging out too long. Soonyoung looks like he needs more time to adjust to the way heâs digging in your walls than you do. So you keep theme and start bouncing on his cock just to watch him go insane.
âGod,â he grunts, neck strained and a vein rising on his forehead. âYouâre fucking tight. Shit.â
Your eyelids flutter shut in focus. âKeep talking. Tell me how it feels.â
âFeels amazing, oh my god. Youâre so wet.â
Your pelvis tilts so he can meet each stroke from below. The slap of skin on skin drowns out any other noise; the music, the screaming partygoers just outside. If someone walks by his door theyâll figure out what's happening in a second. Makes you want Soonyoung to be louder.
âYouâre so hard for me.âÂ
You sink flat until your ass is cradled against the firmness of his thighs. You use the leverage to sit up and give an uninterrupted view of your front; how your breasts bounce with each movement, where his cock sinks deep into your guts without any resistance.
âAll for you,â he nods, eyes wild and unfocused. Thereâs sweat on his neck and you canât fight the sick urge to suck against the muscle laying underneath. âFuck you make me so hard.â
âShouldâve let me suck your dick.â
âI know,â he whines. An arm loops around your waist, crowding you into the sheets from a smooth flip. An open mouth kiss, really just panted breath and tongue, distracts you further. A thumb at your chin keeps you pliant to whatever he wants.
He rocks deeper, as if it's possible. Surges right into that spot that curls your chest tight with rough fluidity. Your thighs fold wide to give him room.
One of your hands rubs at your clit to catch up.
âGod, yeah, touch yourself for me.â Soonyoung whines. âCan you come again?â
Heâs not just a sub, heâs a sadist.
âIââ
âPlease,â he begs with a hard rush.Â
âYeah, okay,â you mumble. âFuck me harder. Make me cum on your cock.â
You dig your free hand in his hair, tugging until it stings at the roots just the way he likes. The reward is another harsh rut of his hips that leaves you gasping for air.Â
âFuck. Right there, baby,â you moan along with the sloppy noise echoing between your thighs. âDonât stop.â
You scramble to grab his ass, pulling him flush against you for the perfect angle to batter your insides. Your skins on fire as you tumble closer and closer to that point of no return.Â
âSoonyoung!â you gasp. Itâs right there. That blissful ending is just a hairwidth away.Â
âGod, youâre so hot,â he folds in half as he says it, crushing you underneath his body until you're bent in half in his lap with the wet of his tongue at your jaw. âCum for me, cum on my cock.â
You twist tighter under his insistence, shrinking and shrinking, and then â finally â it splinters. The waves rock through you, head forced back into the pillows from the force of moans wrecking your throat. âOhâ fuck, thatâgod. Oh.âÂ
Vision black against the inside of your eyelids, you melt into nothing. Only Soonyoungâs grip keeps you from shaking apart into a million pieces as you whine into his mouth.Â
âHoly shit, that was so hot,â heâs rambling the way to his own end, hips shaky from the way youâve wetted his cock. âYouâre so hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck.â
You want to watch him cum. Even if the temptation to lay there and take it is sweet you wonât give in.Â
Bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, Soonyoung is a mess in his own right. Pink at the ears, lips bruised. You canât get enough. His eyes darken as you suck along his thumb, tongue lashing against the sensitive pad. Soonyoung isnât the only one that wishes you got to suck his dick.Â
âCum on me,â you whine.Â
He pulls out, quickly tossing the condom aside. Your hand is already waiting to jerk him off over your body, the grease of the latex making the strokes smooth as Soonyoung fucks your fist with the same desperation as your pussy. It takes only a few thrusts before you feel the heat of his spend drip across your chest and stomach. Youâre careful to stay still, body spread flat as he coats you in pale streaks.Â
âFuck,â he gasps. He twitches when you donât stop, biting his tongue through the sting of overstimulation until he has to pull away.
Soonyoung collapses to the side. Shoulder to shoulder, you catch your breaths in the dull thump of music.
âThat was fun.â You pat his stomach before standing. The floor is a mess of clothes needing to be plucked through. His shirt becomes a cum rag as you wipe away the mess staining your body.
âYou arenât gonna stay?â He calls from the bed.Â
âNo?âÂ
Why would I? you think while pulling on your underwear.
Soonyoung watches, splayed across the bed with his dick still wet in his lap. âThen, can I, like, call you sometime?âÂ
âNo thanks.âÂ
âIf you keep being mean to me Iâm going to fall in love with you.â
 âQuoting New Girl isnât giving me much incentive to be nicer,â you snort, untangling your bra.Â
âItâs a great fucking show.âÂ
âHereâs a tip: if you want to fuck me again, stop being such a loser.âÂ
âYou still let me hit so I think you like losers.âÂ
Heâs smiling. You really need to find your underwear so you can get away from it.
âI like hot guys with big dicks,â you shrug. âYou happen to be that.âÂ
âI know you want me,â he sings
âDead, maybe.âÂ
âYouâd miss my stroke game.âÂ
âIâd love to stroke you.â You coo. âWith a bat. To the head.âÂ
âI love when you talk dirty to me, baby.â He groans with dramatic flair. âBy the way, you have cum on your skirt.âÂ
You do, on the hem somehow. A mystery to be solved when youâre safely back in the crowded expanse of a party and not alone with the guy with a tiger fetish you might want to fuck again. âNot the first time.âÂ
âGodâŚ. Please give me your number.âÂ
You canât swallow the smile blooming at his request. Instead, you turn to leer over him. Heâs watching your mouth, licking his lips like he wants to drag you down for another tumble. âKeep begging.âÂ
Heâs got enough humor to get on his knees and clutch his hands to his chest pathetically. Youâre still close, watching him down the slope of your nose while hiding a smirk.Â
âQueen of my dick, please bestow a crumb of kindness and allow me the pleasure of hitting you up at 3 AM.âÂ
âThat time I almost caved.â You back away just in time for him to stumble over himself. âToo bad I donât fuck guys into furry shit at 3 AM.âÂ
âOne, not a furry. Two, who do you fuck then?âÂ
âOne, you're not fooling anybody.â You take extra time straightening out your hair in the mirror just so he can stare at your ass. You feel him do it. âTwo, myself.âÂ
âI will pay real money to see that.â
âI know you would. So youâre never gonna.â
Heâs watching you like some lovesick fool, glowing in the light with ignorance of what comes next. Part of you doesnât want to crush someone as earnest as he is but staying the night is out of the question when you can still hear the party rattling through the walls.
âIf I give you my number,â you start. âYou have to give me this.â
Itâs one of the smaller plushies. Soft to the touch and attached to his keys hanging by the door. Itâs cute and perfect enough to satisfy your friendsâ demands. Also, an excuse to see him again if you really want.
 Maybe you do.Â
âTamTam?â Soonyoung asks from your side. You didnât even hear him approach but heâs got boxers on so it took him a minute.
âYou name your stuffed animals?â
âTamTam is special.âÂ
âOh, he is?â you ask. âWell, how bad do you want my number?â
âI donât knowâŚâ Soonyoung starts.Â
Your face stings at the rejection but you bury it before giving it a chance to fester into something that needs thinking about. Looking back in the mirror to correct the smudges in your make is the only cover youâve got.
âOkay,â he nods. âBut if you do anything to him I will actually cry.â
TamTam is thrust into your hands and you canât help but smile. Itâs cute. Soonyoung is cute. And it actually might make you explode.Â
You hate it.
âI pinky promise I will throw myself in front of a bullet for TamTam.â
He locks his pinky around your extended one, âGood.â
And then heâs kissing you again. Every thought melts away under his lips, soft against your own with a new sweetness. The edge of the dresser digs into your spine as he crowds you against it for more leverage but itâs merely an afterthought.
Soonyoung (not a furry): btw i lied [12:15 AM]
Soonyoung (not a furry): im not hitting you up at 3am [12:15 AM]
Soonyoung (not a furry): what are you doing tomorrow night (pls say me) [12:16 AM]
You: tamtam and i are busy [12:33 AM]
Maybe you smile at the string of intelligible letters you receive after sending the picture of you kissing TamTamâs cheek. Itâs no one's business if you do anyway.
Request: Hi, Celeste! Just gotta say, it's been months of me following you, and I absolutely live for your content! đ I just came across your "Younger SO" for SVT, and I was wondering if you can do the opposite: SVT with an older SO? Thank you for considering!
A/N: Whether itâs a few months or a few years, these boys would absolutely thrive with a ânoonaâ s/o who has a little extra life experience + I think they're very cool with both younger and older s/o. Also, hi hi!! Tysm, Iâm so happy you enjoy the content and stuck around this long.
Seungcheol: He is a leader with so many members to handle, so being with someone whoâs just a bit older, gives him a sense of calm. Loves when you guide him through decisions or offer wisdom, but also gets adorably sulky when you tease him for being younger. âIâm still oppa in this house,â heâll say while reaching for your hand in public.
Jeonghan: You being older? Heâs using it. Teasing you? Constant. âYou should take care of me~â He lives for the dynamic. Always playing it up, but deep down he respects the maturity and insight you bring to the relationship. Plus, he finds older s/o's incredibly attractive; something about the confidence and experience just does it for him.
Joshua: The âage is just a numberâ kind of guy [ahem, que that fancall]. Heâd love having deeper, mature conversations and would appreciate the emotional intelligence you bring. Heâs probably calling you âbabyâ just to balance the dynamic a bit, but when things get hard, your ability to stay grounded makes him love you even more.
Jun: I don't think he actually doesnât notice the age gap. Youâre older? Oh. Cool. Jun is too much of a vibes/personality-first person to really care. Heâs charmed by your poise, but also still drags you into pillow fights. If anyone points it out, heâll just blink and say, âSo?â Because to him, your soul feels like it matches his.
Hoshi: He jokes that youâre âthe bossâ in the relationship, but he adores it. Heâs all about affectionate teasing, spontaneous affection, and showing off for you. He also really wants to impress you and is always a little extra excited when you praise or encourage him. You bring out the more grounded side of him without dulling his sparkle.
Wonwoo: Heâs so so soft for someone who brings emotional clarity and maturity into his life. Heâs not the type to care about age gaps at all, but heâll note how soothing it is to be with someone who has a stable energy. Will 100% ask for book recommendations and sit with you in peaceful silence like itâs love language gold.
Woozi: You being older makes him feel a little relieved, he doesnât have to over-explain his workaholic tendencies or emotional blocks. He values how self-aware you are, and he absorbs your perspectives like a sponge. Plus, he finds the way you handle conflict so hot. If anyone comments on the age thing, he gives them the death glare.
Dokyeom: Heâs all giggles and heart eyes, older s/o or not, but he definitely benefits from your emotional maturity. When he gets overwhelmed, you know how to help him reset. Heâll call you âNoona~â in the most singsong way, but still treat you with total love, babying and respect.
Mingyu: Will still insist he can carry all the groceries himself. Heâs a bit extra about wanting to prove himself, especially if youâre accomplished or confident. Loves it when you guide him but also wants to be the one taking care of you. Over time, he realizes you donât need âtaking care of,â and starts just enjoying how easy it is to be himself around you.
Minghao: Old soul meets old soul đđ He goes the best with someone older anyway. Heâs all about mutual growth, and an older s/o is often more emotionally steady, which suits him perfectly. He appreciates the lack of drama and the introspective conversations you bring. Heâd never flaunt the age gap, but he would brag about you non-stop.
Seungkwan: At first, he might be shy or overthink things, wondering if heâs âenoughâ for you. But once heâs reassured, heâs in. Loves having someone who can match his emotions but handle them a bit more maturely. You make him feel secure and loved, which is everything he really needs.
Vernon: To Vernon, age doesnât equal power; energy does. If you match his energy and give him space to be himself, heâs head over heels. Heâll appreciate that youâve probably figured yourself out more, and he finds your confidence very attractive. Bonus: he never forgets your coffee order or how you take your ramen.
Dino: He loves older s/o's but can get a little flustered about proving heâs mature enough. Youâre a source of motivation for him, so he wants to meet your standards and show you heâs grown. Will occasionally pout if you âNoonaâ him, but secretly loves it. Your stability + his ambition = power couple.
s.coups (seungcheol) was very surprised when you suggested it but he didnât waste any time lmao. he almost never hits you up in fear of being inconvenient but loves it when you hit him up and heâs at the studio (bottom line: studio sex). born to catch feelings. he sometimes have to stop himself from blurting out random âi love youâsâ when fucking. you could be going on about how this is a great arrangement because you both get hot sex with no strings attached. and heâd nod but will also be thinking about marrying you.
jeonghan honestly texts you asking to come over whenever heâs bored, which is all the fucking time. he hangs around a lot and says itâs because the members annoy him. truth is, he loves hanging out with you even if y'all donât fuck. heâs a giant fucking tease and will get you worked up with only words. he loves teasing you in public and doesnât oppose if you wanna fuck in the bathroom. heâs addicted to fingering, a hoe for hickeys and scratches, and likes subbing more than he cares to admit. decent aftercare, but he would open up to you and feel embarrassed about it later. heâd slowly catch feelings but never confess. your relationship just naturally progresses into a serious one if you let it.
joshua was so shocked when you suggested it he just kind of sat there in silence for 10 minutes. heâs a surprisingly slow lover! very shy but loves eye contact during sex. he likes to just lay with you and watch some funny stuff afterwards so he doesnât lose this sense of friendship. he probably had feelings from the beginning but doesnât ever confess.
jun already had feelings going in. you meet his mom like two weeks in and he makes it look completely unplanned. he tries to hold back on the romance in case the feelings arenât mutual but always ends up making sweet love to you even though you specifically asked him to blow your back out. if thereâs like a day for friends with benefits, he will get you roses. he stays the night, and gets you breakfast in bed in the morning. a cuddler. youâll probably end up married.
hoshi never even suggested anything, just had an impulse to kiss you one night and everything just kinda happened from there. ****#1 nude requester. he loves telling you to come over to watch some netflix and then kissing your neck 0.32 seconds into the movie. oral god squadâ˘. hair puller + ass smacker but he makes it a soft combo somehow. hip thrusts sent from heaven. heâs very considerate if you catch feelings and he doesnât, but if you both fall then itâs a very chill transition into a serious relationship.
wonwoo rarely ever hits you up but is always available when you do. he will fuck you against the wall on command. touch his thigh and his brainâs already going into alert mode. heâs very nervous but also very romantic somehow. loves cuddling afterwards but never initiates it. heâd catch feelings very quietly and gets giddy if you confess first.
woozi so damn awkward and nervous, you have no idea how y'all got in this arrangement in the first place. but he makes up for it in bed after the first 3 times (he needs time to calm down okay). honestly has 0 idea how good he actually is. he doesnât like to talk much afterwards, but will cuddle if you ask though. the sex doesnât affect your friendship that much but strangers will always assume you two are dating. send him nudes and heâll be at your door in 0.3 seconds. heâd beg for blowjobs/handjobs, and is real fucking whiny. he will probably confess to you and if you reject him he will write 2 whole albums about it.
dk (dokyeom) is a professional feelings catcher and will try to woo you. heâd immediately start acting like a boyfriend and tries to play it cool when you remind him itâs nothing serious. loves making out while lying down and talking about nothing in between kisses. still a great friend and amazing listener and an even better cuddler. heâd get pouty if you have other friends with benefits. most likely to transition into a serious relationship.
mingyu all those muscles are for catching feelings. y'all finish fucking and suddenly he's facetiming his mom. aftercare includes cuddling, caressing your hair and talking about your emotions. he can go for HOURS and likes to fuck you against a wall so he can see his own muscles flex. he thinks he's discreet about it but really isn't. sloppy at oral but that doesn't mean he's not good. if you terminate the arrangement he sends you a 2 minute video that's just him crying and staring at his front camera.
the8 (minghao) if youâre not his lifelong best friend then sorry he canât be your friend with benefits. heâll be paranoid about keeping your relationship discreet. acts like he doesnât know you in public, says itâs âhotterâ and ânaughtier that wayâ when confronted. he will not look you in the eyes again if he finds out heâs not your only friend with benefits. heâs surprisingly fond of couch sex. youâre still getting aftershock from your orgasm and heâs already put his pants on, one foot out the door. he brags about your sexcapades to his close friends in cryptic ways, and would gets mad if they act interested. heâs deeply afraid of catching feelings and will probably terminate the arrangement if his heart flutters even a lil bit.
seungkwan loves bickering and then shutting each other up with a kiss. 100% a jealous bitch. he has zero problems with minimal pda but only around your close friends. heâs actually very nervous and shy about kissing but heâs very good at covering it up. he likes to talk a lot afterwards. heâll definitely expect to get married to you later on.
vernon to this day you have no idea how y'all got yourselves in this arrangement to be honest. he probably hits you up the most when heâs drunk. heâs actually very shy and nervous but heâs always trying different things to please you. oral god squad⢠pt 2. he stays silent for 3 straight minutes afterwards but then he says some weird shit and ruins the moment. he might catch feelings if you ride him.
dino loves LOVES L O V E S teasing you in public, oh my god he would be INSUFFERABLE. intense stares, lip biting and everything. also loves fucking in inappropriate places. oral god squad⢠pt 3. dancer hips!!! after-sex cuddling doesnât exist because he just wants to go again. heâs a wildcard when it comes to catching feelings. he might dump you tomorrow or might be daydreaming about marrying you. who knows.
What do you think about working out at the same gym as Shownu/I.M/Wonho and they see other guys checking you out? You're in đŞthe zoneđď¸ and don't notice. Could be platonic strangers or they could be interested!
Shownu: takes some time to notice the othe guy's eyes on you because he is absorbed by his own exercises. He casually gets closer to you calling you by your favorite pet name "are you drinking enough water? I haven't seen you drinking" *massages your shoulder and looks around.
I.M: stares at the guys for a while, changkyun is quite flattered by the way you attracted admirers. Then he moves towards you, bumps at one of the guys and doesn't apologizes. You will be surprised with a peck on your lips.
Wonho: decides he won't let you work out sway from him anymore. He won't point the thirsty guys anyway because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Kisses the back of you hand and asks whether he can join you
Can I request you're out with MX (as friends) when you slip and they catch you, and you grab their bicep and it's like, whoa đ
Don't judge pls I'm touch starved and wearing 3 layers, it's so cold and gray where I am and I miss the beginnings of relationships
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Beginnings of relationships are so đđ˝đđ˝ hehehhe
Shownu is like "my biceps are at your service lady" but just with his gentle side smile.
Minhyuk smirks and lifts one eyebrow. He has so much fun at your surprise. May flirt with you the rest of the day.
Kihyun gets half flattered half flustered "oh, does it feel good? I don't know if I've been working up enough"
Hyungwon acts normally but questions if you aren't holding his biceps for too long.
Jooheon is loud about it, I mean, you startled him with your sudden grab. "You got scared too, right? You can keep your hand on me" but he is internally kicking his feet in excitement.
I.M plays it cool because he doesn't want to make that become a whole event. "Oh, you caught me. I won't run away from you, babe". The way he pronounces "babe" makes you even more flustered.
Wonho finds you so cute all surprised with the hardness of his arm muscles. He laughs like an idiot and teases you softly "why have you never touched my biceps before?"
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