Hi hi ! Your smaus and texts are so amazing omg you literally write them so well?? I just wanted to ask if you'd wanna do more jun or woozi smaus pretty please.
And also if you don't mind me asking, what do you use to make your text posts? They look so good honestly!! Thank youu, your writing is amazing once again <3
i decided to pick woozi for this smau but don’t worry a jun smau is coming soon!!!
anywaysssss sorry for the long wait BUT HERE IT IS<333 ENJOY
Lee Jihoon || in which the world is suddenly sweeter…
synopsis: in which the world is suddenly sweeter after woozi realizes his next door shop owner isn’t as “annoying” as he thought she was
genre: one shot au, fake texts, smau, non!idols, fluff, enemies to lovers (?), grumpy x sunshine arc
warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, woozi is a douche
Synopsis: You’ve worked for Choi Seungcheol as his personal assistant a year now and your relationship has been strictly business, nothing else until a trip to Japan changes all of that. Old feelings and memories resurface as the two of you explore Japan together, your growing closeness leads you both to finally confront your mutual feelings. What starts as a simple trip blossoms into a beautiful romance, with Seungcheol and you discovering that you’ve both wanted something more for a long time.
Summary: Your husband of 8 years suggests an open marriage, and while he's out finding a new girlfriend, you feel like it's wrong to even glance in another man's direction. But it all changes when you download Tinder and match with Seonghwa. The man who's about to turn your world upside down. And he even happens to be your husband's boss.
Word count: 11.7K
Genre: Fluff, Rich Seonghwa, some angst, slow burn, a little smut (something almost happens, that's all I'm saying)
warnings: Seonghwa with reader (fem pronouns), crying, betrayal, dry-humping, lmk if I missed anything!
PART 2
This is all for fun and is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way.
It’s been four months. Four months since you had the conversation with your husband about having an open marriage, because he wanted to try something new. The conversation is still taking up space in your mind like it was yesterday he sat you down on the couch in the house you share.
“Honey, you know I still love you,” He kept repeating after saying the possibly most shocking things you’ve ever heard. “I’m just afraid we’ll get tired of each other if we don’t try this.. We promised to be together forever, but aren’t you wondering what else is waiting for you out in the world?”
“No,” Is all you could say. A million questions run through your mind as he sits in front of you, kneeled down on his knee with your hands in his as you sit on the couch. “I married you because I want to be with you. And only you.” Your voice is shaky, trying to hold back the tears.
He notices the way you react and squeezes your hands in his.
“And I want to be with you, baby. I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, which is why I feel like this is the best we can do for now.” He tried explaining, but it didn’t help.
“I just don’t understand? Are you not happy with me? Am I not satisfying you enough? Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?” The questions fly out of your mouth before you’re able to hold back. He quickly shakes his head, holding your hands even tighter.
“No, no not at all. Look, I was just thinking we could do this for a year, maybe? A year where we are still married, but see other people in the meantime. When the year ends, we’ll be back to just us, and because we promised to stay together for the rest of our lives, a year won’t seem as much. This will be the only time we get to see other people for the rest of our lives, baby. It’s not a bad thing, it's only gonna strengthen our marriage in the end.”
For some twisted reason, you saw his point. If you agreed to this, he would have a year to be with whoever he wanted, to get everything out of his system. So you agreed. You told him you agreed to do this for a year, but there had to be rules.
You had to tell the other person when you started seeing someone. No sleeping with a bunch of people, you have to tell the other person who you’re sleeping with (mostly for safety reasons). And NO one is allowed into the bedroom besides husband and wife.
And so this has been going on for four months now, and your husband is out with his girlfriend. Since this wasn’t against your deal, you couldn’t say much against it, so you just nodded and pretended to be okay. He started seeing her a week after the deal was made, a woman from his office, and the news broke your heart. He was barely home anymore, spending all of his time at her place.
The pain of hearing your husband of 8 years loving someone else was unbearable, and yet you couldn’t even get yourself to see someone else. It felt so wrong.
It was a friday night and you’re sitting on your couch in your shared home, and your husband just left to have a weekend getaway with his girlfriend. You’re staring at the TV that has been going for hours with some bad reality TV-show, when you finally realize how sick you are of sitting home alone while your husband is out. You grab your phone and without thinking too much, you download Tinder.
It wasn’t an app you’ve ever tried before, since your husband and you have been dating since you were teens and got married at an early age. But you quickly figured out the app and set up your profile.
Swiping left and right on guys was more fun than you imagined, getting a few matches here and there. There were all different types of profiles on this app. Guys looking for serious relationships, guys looking for hookups, couples looking for a woman to add to their threesome. Men who opened with “hey sexy” or bios that included “I’m not looking for anything serious unless it’s with Sabrina Carpenter.”
So when his profile popped up, you hesitated.
His picture captures you immediately, and you’re taken back with his beauty. He was… breathtaking. But not in that overly filtered, red flag kind of way. There was warmth in his eyes, even in photos. A calm kind of confidence. One picture had him sitting at a piano, another laughing in the passenger seat of a car, sunlight washing over his face like it knew exactly where to land.
No shirtless mirror pics. No awkward drunk group-pictures. No fish.
“Park Seonghwa.” You read his name out loud. His bio was short. “Looking for something good. And maybe someone to watch bad TV with.”
You stared at his profile for a full two minutes before swiping right, mostly convinced it wouldn’t be a match anyway.
But then-
It’s a match!
Suddenly your heart starts to beat faster and you sit up straight on the couch while looking at your phone.
Did you just match him? Probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen?
Your stomach did a weird little flip. You waited. Twenty minutes. An hour. Maybe he wasn’t the type to message first. Maybe he matched by accident. Or maybe-...
Park Seonghwa
Are you watching something awful right now? Be honest.
You look at your screen for a few seconds before reacting. A smile spreads across your lips as you open his message and type back.
Me
Love Mansion: Season 6. There’s a guy crying because no one likes his magic tricks.
You quickly see the dots that indicate he’s typing.
Park Seonghwa
That sounds deeply tragic. And also like something I’d binge while pretending I hate it
Me
You’re one of those people? “This show is terrible” but suddenly you’ve watched 8 episodes and you know everyone’s star sign.
While you wait for his answer, you enter his profile once again. You can’t help looking at his pictures, mesmerized by how beautiful this man is. You almost get a feeling of recognition while looking at him, like you’ve seen him on a poster or in an ad or something. His profile doesn’t inform about his occupation, but you’re sure he must be showing that face off somewhere.
A new message pops up.
Park Seonghwa:
I have a spreadsheet
You laughed out loud for the first time that night.
You:
So what’s your favorite actually-good movie then?
Park Seonghwa:
You’re asking a very serious question to someone who owns a full set of replica lightsabers
You:
Oh, so you’re very serious about it
Park Seonghwa:
Yes. Star Wars. All of it. Even the prequels. Especially the prequels. I said what I said
I’m at my third Star Wars movie of the day. The movies are over two hours each, so you can imagine how eventful my day is so far
You can’t help but smile while you type out your answer.
Me
As a person who doesn’t know much about the franchise, I can’t tell you whether I’m impressed or slightly worried. Maybe I should put on a Star Wars movie and give it a chance?
An answer ticks in a few seconds later.
Park Seonghwa
If you do, watch “The Last Jedi”. I just started mine, we can watch it together but separately
You don’t know how a guy you’re only a few messages deep with has you convinced this is the best way to spend your night. You decide to play the movie and message him you’re watching it too. This is the most action you’ve gotten in months, but somehow it's the perfect way to start this journey of an open-relationship.
Maybe.
The movie begins and Seonghwa introduces some of the characters as they show up on screen. You find yourself laughing at his messages, smiling and waiting for him to text you the next thing. A feeling you haven’t felt in years, despite being married to who you’re convinced is the love of your life. But you can already tell that Seonghwa is a completely different type of guy, and for once, you actually don’t feel alone in the house you share with your husband.
The movie ends and you’re hundreds of messages deep.
Park Seonghwa
Now that we’ve concluded that “The Last Jedi” is part of an amazing franchise but not at all the best movie, I wanna admit that I’ve never looked so much at my phone during a Star Wars movie. I feel like I’m cheating on my favorite series
The text makes you giggle and you’re quick to type your answer.
Me
Despite enjoying the movie, I must admit that I didn’t see half of it because I was focused on my phone. But I’ll gladly give Star Wars another chance someday
You see the text bubble appear and then go away a few times, making you curious about what he’s about to say.
Seonghwa:
We could talk about the movie over dinner tomorrow?
You stare at your screen for what feels like forever, feeling like a teenager receiving a text from her crush. This overwhelming feeling Seonghwa leaves you is something completely new, but despite it being a new and slightly scary feeling, you can’t help but feel excited. And so your fingers start typing.
Me
I’d love to!
After arranging your upcoming date with Seonghwa, you decide to head to bed. You’re meeting him at a restaurant in the city tomorrow, Saturday. He offered to pick you up, but you’ve seen too many horror movies to give your address to a stranger before meeting them, so you came up with an excuse to meet him there.
You get comfortable in bed before opening his profile once again to look at his pictures.
This man… wow.
But just like before, a feeling of recognition hits you and you study his pictures a bit more. You’re sure you would remember him if you had met him, because who would forget a face like that? But it doesn’t ring a bell..
You open a new tab on your phone and search for his name. Perhaps he has been in a show you’ve seen on tv, maybe on a poster somewhere. There’s no way this man isn’t showing off his looks somehow.
His name pops up on your screen.
A gasp leaves your lips and you stare at him in awe.
It can’t be him! No no no no no…
The name, the face, him in a suit. Everything washes over you. You throw your phone away from you and bury your face in your pillow.
In your mind, you’re getting transported to a specific night, one year ago. Your husband has your arm in his and you’re walking side by side in your finest attire. You’re laughing at something your husband's co-worker said, when you sense a powerful presence enter the circle at the company dinner at your husband’s job.
“Oh, I want to introduce you to someone,” Your husband says as he turns you towards the newest member of the group. “My boss, Park Seonghwa.”
You stare up at him, Seonghwa slightly taller than your husband. His gaze adverts to you as he reaches out his hand. But as you give him your hand, he doesn’t do a normal handshake. He gently takes your hand in his and sends you a warm smile. Something in his eyes makes you lose all concentration, as you’re lost in his beauty.
And then it all made sense. You’ve thought these exact thoughts before. A year ago at the company dinner and again tonight.
Everything in your mind is going 100 m/ph and you suddenly feel confused. Does he know you’re married to his employee? Does he remember you? You’re pretty sure he doesn’t, or else he would have said something. And now you’ve arranged a date with him.
You grab your phone again, considering if you should cancel the dinner, but something in you stops that from happening. The words don't appear in your head when you try to get out of the situation, so you delete the nonsense you’ve written so far, and decide to take things as they come. You place your phone on your night stand and get comfortable under the covers, trying your best to fall asleep.
On a couch across town, Seonghwa is still looking at his phone, looking at the text-bubbles come and go. When it doesn’t result in a text from the woman he has been texting all night, he goes to look at your profile for the 29th time tonight.
He didn’t expect much from Tinder.
Honestly, it had been a joke. A dare, technically. His assistant downloaded it on his phone one night after too many glasses of wine at a company dinner and said, “You need to date someone who doesn’t know what your net worth is.”
So fine. He swiped. Occasionally. Mostly out of boredom, sometimes out of curiosity. Everyone started blending together. Bios full of yoga poses, forced “entrepreneur” energy, one woman who said she manifested her future husband every morning through herbal tea and moon rituals.
But then he saw you.
He found himself leaning back against the cushions, phone in hand, grinning like an idiot as your replies came in. You weren't trying to be impressive. You were just herself. And that was more magnetic than anything he’d seen in months. He didn’t even realize he’d been texting for two straight hours until his phone buzzed with a calendar notification:
Dinner with Executive Team – 9 AM monday.
He groaned. Whatever. He’d been in back-to-back meetings all week. He could allow himself one night to just… feel normal. Human.
“What’s a woman like you doing here?” he’s asking himself with a smirk, scrolling through your pictures.
He had planned to go to bed early, have a peaceful night and get up early tomorrow, but he’s been too fascinated by the woman on the other side of the app. The tug on his lips doesn’t go away as he gets up from the couch and decides to head to bed, already accepting that he won’t get up early tomorrow.
But one thing is for sure.
He’s very satisfied with the way his night went.
***
Saturday arrives, and you find yourself in front of the restaurant you agreed to meet Seonghwa at. You haven’t had any contact since you arranged the date, besides the check-in he made earlier today to ask if you were still down for dinner.
You feel the nerves in your body when you open the door, not having felt this feeling since you started dating your husband. The restaurant is in an area of town you usually didn’t visit - it is more expensive than you are used to. But not spending money on dates with your husband, and only cooking food for one for the past four months has resulted in you having a bit more money than you usually do, so you could go big for one night and spend some money on a good restaurant.
The restaurant has a dark design with marble and wooden interior. The light is dimmed and you notice couples occupying tables throughout the restaurant.
This is actually happening. You are going on a date with him.
With Seonghwa.
It suddenly hit you and once again, you starting to doubt if this was a good idea. You have come to the point where you wanted to date, but dating your husband’s boss seems like the next level. Will your husband be okay with this? Will Seonghwa be okay with this?
Suddenly feeling like your legs are about to give out, you turn around to head outside but you are instead met with a human wall. A set of hands grab your waist to steady you, making sure you won’t fall by the sudden collision.
“Running away already?” The voice asks, darker than you remember but also soft with a small tease. You look up to see Seonghwa’s soft eyes, slightly covered by some dark pieces of hair. Being a few inches from his face, you can’t help but freeze to study how absolutely amazing he looks up close.
His almost black eyes, bushy brows, how his upper lip looks slightly bigger than the other, the most perfect nose you’ve ever seen.. Everything is too perfect, you don't know how to react.
The sudden realization that his hands are on your waist wakes you up, and you stand back up straight to take a step away from him and his undeniably stunning face.
“Uhm, no I.. I mean, I- no. I didn’t..” Your struggle with words makes him chuckle and he seems to brush off your awkward first meeting quicker than you.
“How about we find our table?” He asks with a smile, placing his hand on your back to lead you further into the restaurant.
“Mh-hmm.” Is all you manage to get out, wanting to kick yourself in the head for almost walking out on this man.
The restaurant is a rooftop spot. Quiet, upscale, city lights spilling in through the glass walls. A jazz trio played somewhere in the background, subtle and elegant. The staff seem to know him, your table is ready immediately, tucked in a quiet corner with a view of the city lights. He orders a bottle of wine without looking at the menu, his tone smooth and confident, and then turn all his attention to you.
“Tell me something,” he says, resting his chin on his hand, “How have you lived your entire life and last night was the first time you watched a Star Wars movie?”
You blink at him. “You start with the hard questions?”
He smile. “I like to skip the small talk.”
You giggle. And from there, the conversation goes rather smoothly. Then easier as the wine warms your chest and his eyes never stop watching you like you were the most interesting person in the world. He asks thoughtful questions. He doesn’t talk about himself unless you ask. And when you do, he’s vague, says he works in business, likes privacy, that his life isn’t all that exciting.
Which is a lie, you are sure.
This man radiates luxury. His watch alone could pay for your college loans, and he never once checked it. And then somewhere between the wine and the main course, it starts to gnaw at you. The weight of the secret you’re keeping. Or at least… the one you thought is yours alone.
You clear your throat, reaching for your glass again even though you didn’t really want another sip.
“I should tell you something.”
He tilts his head. “Are you okay?” he senses the way your behavior changes and tries meeting your eyes.
“Yeah,” your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, too nervous to break the truth that you know this man in front of you. “Or.. I don’t know, no, yes-no..” Your heart is beating fast. “Look, I’m sorry, but I feel like I have to be honest with you. I don’t want you to waste your time sitting here, and if you don’t feel comfortable after receiving this information I totally understand, so if you’re freaked out we can pretend this never happened and I won’t-..”
“Look,” Seonghwa places his hand over yours, totally calm, meeting your eyes. “Did you kill someone?”
“No!” You try keeping your voice down. Try.
“Do you need me to hide a body?”
“No!?”
“... Are we related?”
You tilt your head “No? I hope not…?”
“Then we’re good. I won’t be freaked out.” He shrugs, leans slightly back in his seat and sends you a smile as he picks up his glass.
You look at him, really look, and then just say it.
“You’re my husband’s boss.”
A beat. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. Just blinked once, slowly.
“Is that so?” he asked softly.
“I figured it out when I looked you up after we matched. I wasn’t… trying to snoop, I swear, I just got curious. And then I remembered you from the company dinner last year. Anyway, I wanted to say something in case it made this… weird for you.”
He smiles gently, setting down his glass. “It doesn’t.”
You blink. “Really?”
“I knew who you were the moment I saw your profile.”
Your stomach drops. “Oh.”
“But I still swiped right,” he adds, voice low, calm. “And I still wanted to meet you.”
“…Why?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just looks at you for a moment, and something in his gaze makes your skin heat. “Because I wanted the honor of inviting you out for dinner.” he says.
Your breath catches. You don’t know what to say to that, so you stay quiet, letting the words sit between you like warm embers.
“And now that we’re being honest,” he continues gently, “That little thing on your finger.” He points to the gold band with a small diamond around your finger, proving to everyone, including yourself, that you’re still in a marriage.
You give a small, helpless laugh. “Oh.. Yeah, it’s not what it looks like. Or maybe it is? I don’t think so, actually, I don’t know what this looks like, but I’m not doing anything I’m not supposed to do-...”
“You don’t have to explain anything,” he says.
“No, I want to,” you reply, surprising yourself. “I need to.”
So you tell him. About the open marriage your husband suggested. About how you agreed, naively thinking it would be equal. About how he’d found someone in a matter of weeks while you’d sat at home, trying to convince yourself you weren’t just waiting. You watch Seonghwa carefully for a reaction. There is none, no judgment, no discomfort. Just a quiet focus that made you feel safer than you’d felt in months.
“But it’s actually a really good idea. I mean, we get the chance to see other people and do whatever we want, so we won’t cheat on each other later on,” you shrug, looking down at the wineglass instead of the piercing eyes in front of you. “It’s preventing us from hurting the other person in the end.” you say, finally.
He sits quiet, just taking in your words. You can’t read his eyes, he just listens. But you don’t feel judged by the man in front of you. His eyes show too much warmth for you to be intimidated.
“I don’t understand.” he finally says.
“You know, if we date other people now, we won’t feel the need to do so in the future.”
“No, I heard every word you said loud and clear,” he leaned forward in his chair, voice still soft. “I just don’t understand why he would need to.. you know.. date others when he has you.”
Seonghwa was trying his best to not push. He could easily have said “I mean, if I was your husband, I wouldn’t want to see other people. I wouldn’t ever want another woman.” but he is still in the stage of getting to know you, doesn’t want to scare you away, and despite remembering you from the company dinner last year, he only remembers what impression you left him. A quick introduction and laughs shared in a circle of multiple people, but somehow his eyes kept drifting to you.
Your laugh, your dress, the way your eyes sparkled under the lights. It had stayed with Seonghwa for a year, so when he saw your profile on a dating app, he knew he had to shoot his shot. Unaware of what the circumstances are between you and your husband.
But he doesn’t ask for more explanation. Instead, he shifts the conversation, just slightly, easing it toward lighter things, books, music, how you both secretly hate networking events.
And somehow, the night never felt heavy again. When dessert comes, some delicate French pastry you can’t pronounce, he insists you try the first bite. When your laugh returns, brighter this time, he smiles like that was the reward he’s been waiting for.
Later, as he walks you to your ride, you feel lighter. Like maybe it was okay to want something new. Someone new.
“I still want to see you again,” he says, standing beside the car door. His hand brushes your wrist, soft and brief. “If you want that too.”
You nod.
“I do.”
He opens the door for you, then leans down just enough to meet your eyes.
“Then let’s take our time.”
In the cab on the way home, you can’t stop smiling. You haven’t even finished closing the door behind you before your phone buzz.
Seonghwa:
Text me when you’re home safe, yeah? No pressure, just want to know you’re good.
You smile into the hallway light. God, he’s that kind of man. You kick off your heels, phone still in hand, fingers already typing back.
You:
Home. Warm. A little wine-dizzy but safe. Thank you for dinner.
Seonghwa:
Thank you for giving me a chance. Sleep well xx
You sit on the edge of your bed for a moment longer than necessary, phone against your chest, still fully dressed. The night felt soft around the edges, like it wasn’t quite real. Like maybe you’d dreamed it. His smile, the way he listens to you like your words matter, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room.
And he knows. That was the wild part. He knows you’re married, to his employee, no less, and he still treats you with more care and curiosity than your own husband had in months. You let yourself fall back into bed, fully clothed, staring up at the ceiling with the ghost of his cologne still caught in your hair.
***
On this incredibly boring Monday, the rain started halfway through your meeting, and by the time you stepped outside, it had gone from a gentle drizzle to a full-on, cinematic downpour. You stand beneath the awning outside your building, arms crossed, watching as the other employees disappeared into warm cars and dry seats.
Your husband was supposed to pick you up. You agreed to that last week, so you texted him before you left, but no response. Not a word. That was twenty-five minutes ago.
Your fingers tightens around your phone as you glance down the street for the fifth time. Just water streaking down your coat sleeve and your phone screen lighting up.
Not from him.
But from Seonghwa.
Seonghwa
I debated texting you for ten minutes. This is me giving in. Hi.
You smile immediately, shoulders relaxing under your scarf as you type back.
You
Ten minutes? I’m flattered.
Three dots. Then:
Seonghwa
Are you still at work or did you escape?
You exhale slowly, already smiling before your fingers move to reply.
You
Currently trying to escape. But I’m waterlogged and standing under a leaky bus shelter.
A pause.
Seonghwa
Do I want to know why you’re waiting for a bus in a rainstorm?
You hesitate. Not because you don’t want to tell him, but because you did. And that felt… a little dangerous. But you type anyway.
You
Husband said he’d pick me up after work. Then forgot.
You don’t know the reason why your husband didn’t pick you up today. But it was not the first time this has happened. Last time he was busy hanging out with his girlfriend, having his phone on silent.
Three dots danced at the bottom of the screen for a long moment before his reply came in:
Seonghwa
Tell me where you are
You don’t answer right away. Another bus pass, wrong line again, and your fingers ache from the cold.
You
Seonghwa. I’m fine. It’s just a little rain
Seonghwa
Sure. And I’m a little meteorologist. Tell me where you are
You bite your lip, watching as a bus rumbled past - not yours.
You
Seventh and Willow. But you don’t have to, it’s okay
Seonghwa
I’m already in my car. Don’t argue with me while you’re catching pneumonia
Your lips curve in spite of yourself. You pulled your scarf tighter.
Seonghwa
On my way. Five minutes. Don’t wander off or find a mysterious love interest in a bookstore while I’m driving
You spotted his car before you saw him.
It turns the corner slowly, headlights washing across the slick pavement, wipers dragging across the windshield in a steady rhythm. The passenger window rolls down just enough for him to lean towards it.
“Hey, get in,” he says, his tone easy and unaffected by the weather. “You look like you’ve been here a while.”
You step forward, your boots making soft splashes in the puddles, and slide into the passenger seat. The warmth of the car is immediate, and you exhale, feeling some of the tension leave your shoulders. The car hums quietly as Seonghwa drives through the rain-slicked streets. He’s keeping his eyes on the road, but every now and then, his gaze flickers over to you, the small, concerned crease in his brow visible in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice steady but soft. He’s not pushing, just checking in.
You nod, brushing your damp hair back and glancing out the window. The cold air from the rain has soaked through your coat, and your clothes cling to you uncomfortably. The heater in the car is doing its best, but you can still feel the chill.
“I’m fine,” you say, though your voice sounds a little too quiet. “Just... a little wet. Didn’t expect next time you’d see me, to be me looking like this.”
Seonghwa doesn't respond right away, but you catch the small shift in his demeanor, a brief, thoughtful silence. His hands grip the steering wheel lightly as he drives through the darkened streets, navigating without hurry.
“Do you want to stop somewhere?” he asks, keeping his tone casual, though you can sense the care behind it. “Grab something warm?”
You think about it for a second. A warm drink, maybe a cozy corner of some café, those were things you used to enjoy. But the idea of sitting in a café, dripping wet and freezing, doesn’t feel right tonight. It feels… forced. You want warmth, sure, but not from the outside world.
You glance at him, then back at the road ahead.
“Actually,” you start, “could we just... go to your place?” your words surprising yourself. “If it’s not too much, of course.”
Seonghwa blinks, a soft smile curling at the corner of his lips, but he doesn't ask any questions. Instead, he simply nods, his gaze shifting back to the road as the corners of his mouth deepen into a fond, knowing expression.
“You sure?” he asks, voice low. “I mean... you’ve had a long day. You’re drenched.”
You shrug, even though a small part of you is shocked by your own words. "I’m fine. I’m not in the mood for a date-date or whatever. Just... somewhere warm. And I don’t wanna be alone tonight. If you don’t mind.”
The silence between you two feels more comfortable now, the tension from the earlier moments gone. It’s like a weight has lifted, neither of you needs to pretend anymore.
“Alright,” he says, his voice warm, “to my place it is.” The car turns into a quieter street, and Seonghwa taps his fingers lightly against the steering wheel, his smile still lingering.
When you step out of the car and into the rain, Seonghwa’s hand briefly touches the small of your back, guiding you toward the building. The touch is gentle and reassuring.
His apartment is warmer than you expected when you step inside. It’s spacious, sure, but it’s not the cold, intimidating type of wealth you might expect from someone like him. It’s cozy in a way that’s unexpected, like he’s curated it with care, each little thing in its place. You can tell he’s put thought into making this space a refuge, a place of comfort.
“I can grab you a towel,” Seonghwa offers immediately, his voice soft. He’s already moving toward the bathroom, but when you shake your head, he pauses. “Are you sure? I’d feel better if you changed into something comfortable.”
You glance down at yourself, feeling how soaked your clothes are, and how tired you are of pretending like you don’t need help. You nod. “That would be nice, actually.”
He smiles, but it’s not a proud smile. It’s the kind of smile that makes you feel like he’s quietly relieved, like he wants to take care of you in a way you didn’t realize you needed. “I have a few shirts you can borrow,” he says, a hint of hesitation in his tone. “Nothing fancy, just... dry.”
You watch him for a moment, the way he’s trying to gauge your comfort level without pushing too hard. It’s the first time you’ve seen him unsure of anything, and it’s a little disarming.
“That sounds perfect,” you say, giving him a small, appreciative smile.
He moves quickly, purposefully, heart thudding a little harder than usual. Not from nerves, but from quiet anger. Who forgets to pick up their wife in the middle of a downpour? He doesn’t let the frustration show on his face. He just breathes through it, reminding himself that this moment isn’t about him. It’s about making you comfortable. It’s about undoing a little bit of whatever damage your husband didn’t think twice about causing.
He returns with a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. A soft, worn-in tee, and hands it to you. The fabric is warm to the touch, and it smells faintly of him. He doesn’t linger too long, but there’s something in the way he carefully places it in your hands that makes you feel safe, like he genuinely wants you to be okay, not just physically, but emotionally too.
“Take your time,” he says softly, backing away. He nods toward the hallway. “Bathroom’s down to the left. I’ll make some tea. You’ll feel better.”
It’s a simple offer, like he’s willing to offer you warmth without making you feel indebted to him. When you disappear into the bathroom to change, you can hear him bustling around in the kitchen. You take a deep breath and let yourself relax for the first time in what feels like forever.
When you return, towel-drying your hair with one of the fluffy hand towels he left out for you, you’re practically swallowed in his clothes. The shirt hangs loose over your frame, the waistband of the sweatpants tied tight around your hips. You’ve never felt so ridiculous and so safe all at once.
Seonghwa looks up from the kitchen and immediately gives you that soft, amused smile. “Okay, that’s a look.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Stylish, right? You might not get these back.”
“I was just about to say they suit you,” he replies, not missing a beat.
You laugh, and it’s small, but real, and it makes something warm twist in his chest. He’s pacing, sleeves pushed up as he moves easily around the kitchen. A kettle is on, two mugs already waiting. You catch the scent of honey and ginger in the air, something warm and slightly sweet.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmur, padding into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around yourself.
He glances up from stirring the honey. “You’re cold. You’re tired. I want to.” Then, with a softer voice: “Let me take care of you. Just a little.”
That shouldn’t make your stomach flutter the way it does.
You sit at the counter, fingers curling around the mug he places in front of you. You’re so used to handling everything on your own that this small act of care feels like a luxury.
He leans against the counter opposite you, arms crossed casually, like he’s trying to keep a respectful distance. But he can’t help stealing glances at you. Not hungry, not suggestive, just thoughtful. Quietly admiring.
“You’ve had a long day,” he says after a pause, not prying. “Want to talk about it?”
You shake your head, sipping your tea. “Not really.”
“That’s okay,” he says immediately. “We can just sit.”
No questions. No expectations. He wouldn’t make you relive any of it. Not the rain, not the waiting, not the part where someone was supposed to show up and didn’t.
You let a little smile play at the edge of your lips. “You’re... very good at this.”
“At what?”
“Being comforting. It’s like you have a degree in it or something.”
Seonghwa chuckles, eyes crinkling just a little. “I’m just treating you how I think you deserve to be treated.”
He means it.
He means it.
You set your mug down. “You don’t even know me.”
Seonghwa smiles, not missing a beat. “I’m working on it.”
He leans slightly on the counter, arms still crossed, eyes steady on yours. “But I’ve picked up a few things. You’re the kind of person who checks in on others even when you’re the one having a bad day. You’re a little stubborn when it comes to letting people take care of you - you want to do things yourself. And when you’re tired, you get kind of funny. Like, weirdly funny.”
You laugh under your breath, and so does he.
“And tonight?” His smile softens. “You needed someone. I was close by. That’s all it takes.” There’s no hidden meaning in his voice. No pressure. Just the kind of honesty you’re not used to from a man.
You meet his eyes, and there it is. The kind of tension that doesn’t scream or flirt, it just hums. You glance around his kitchen. The wooden cabinets, the tiny potted herb garden on the windowsill, the slightly chipped mug in front of you. “Your place… it’s not what I expected.”
“Let me guess,” he teases, “you thought it’d be floor-to-ceiling glass, steel counters, and an automatic espresso machine?”
“Something like that.”
He grins. “I like homes that feel lived in. I don’t like that cold, overly-modern stuff. I like that I can comfortably show off my collection of magnets without having to worry if it fits in with the rest of the home.” He points to his fridge and you notice the huge collection of magnets. You let out a soft giggle.
You like that answer too much. You shouldn’t, but you do.
“I like it,” you say softly, not just about the apartment. The warm cup rests between your palms, grounding you, and Seonghwa leans back against the counter beside you, sipping his own. Then, without a word, he sets his mug down and starts rummaging through a cabinet.
You squint at him. “What are you doing?”
He glances over his shoulder with a small, almost mischievous smile. “We’re making cookies.”
You blink. “We are?”
“We are now,” he says simply, already pulling out a bag of flour.
You let out a soft laugh and step up beside him. You don’t ask if he needs help. You just join in. And he doesn’t say anything, just gives you a smile so gentle. Ten minutes later, the kitchen is a disaster.
The butter refuses to cooperate, slipping through your fingers and plopping to the floor. You try again, and this time it sticks to your hands so stubbornly that Seonghwa has to come to your rescue, giggling as he wipes it off with a spatula.
“Here,” he says, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Let’s try that again.”
You giggle, brushing hair out of your face. “I swear, never make cookies.”
“Oh, I can tell,” he teases, but there’s no judgment in his tone, only encouragement. “It’s okay. It’s the thought that counts.”
Later, flour explodes from the bag as it’s accidentally knocked over. It snows down across the counter, your arms, his shirt. You both freeze, and then burst into laughter. A moment later, the chocolate chips spill, scattering everywhere.
Eventually, you both give up, the half-mixed dough resting lopsided in the bowl. You sat on the counter, legs swinging slightly as Seonghwa stood beside you. The bowl rests on your lap as he hands you a spoonful of raw dough, and you take it without hesitation.
“I think we killed it.” Seonghwa says proudly, scooping up some cookie dough for himself, using the same spoon.
“This might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” you say around a mouthful. You sit side by side in the wreckage of flour and chocolate chips, warm tea forgotten, sharing bites of something that didn’t quite turn out the way it was supposed to, but still feels like a win.
You’re mid-laugh when he pauses, his eyes softening as they settle on you. Without a word, he steps a little closer, and his hand lifts. Gentle and careful.
“There’s a little…” he murmurs, brushing his fingers just above your eyebrow, where a streak of flour has settled. His thumb grazes your skin as he wipes it away, but he doesn’t pull back right away.
His touch lingers.
You feel it all the way down to your spine. His warmth, the closeness, the way his eyes briefly drop to your lips before meeting your gaze again. The air feels thick, like something unsaid is pressing at the edges of the moment.
“Got it,” he says quietly. But he doesn’t move. And neither do you.
You’re still perched on the counter, his body angled toward yours, only a breath between you. He leans in slightly, gaze dropping again, first to your lips, then back up to your eyes, like he’s asking without words.
You lean in too.
Your knees bump against his hips, and your breath catches, held in your chest like it’s afraid to break the moment. His hands finds the counter next to you, grounding him, pulling him even closer. So close you can count every faint freckle on his skin. So close his breath hits your cheek.
And your phone rings.
Loud. Sharp. Invasive.
You freeze.
The moment shatters like glass.
Seonghwa pulls back slowly, but his hand stays on the counter near you, and he doesn’t turn away. Your phone rings again, and your eyes flick to the screen.
“Husband.”
You swallow hard, something sinking in your chest. Seonghwa doesn't say anything. He just watches, his expression soft but unreadable, and steps back enough to give you space. Not far, just enough. You hesitate for half a second. Then you slide off the counter, still warm from where your knees had brushed against him, and answer.
“Hello?” Your voice is thinner than you meant it to be.
He turns away, not out of anger, not even disappointment, just… quiet. Respectful. Still the same steady, gentle man, already reaching for the dish towel to start wiping flour from the counter like he’s giving you time. Giving you privacy.
But the warmth between you hasn’t disappeared.
It just simmers now, quiet and unsaid. Still there. Still waiting.
You murmur a few short replies into the phone, keeping your tone neutral. You hang up a moment later, your fingers still loosely wrapped around the device, like you’re not quite sure what to do with it. Seonghwa glances at you, not questioning, not pressing. Just that same soft-eyed look, like he sees everything without needing it explained.
You clear your throat and set the phone down on the far end of the counter. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” His voice is quiet. He offers you the tiniest smile. “You didn’t miss much. The cookie dough was starting to melt anyway.”
You laugh under your breath, and he smiles a little wider.
“I should… probably get going soon,” you say.
“Yeah.” He nods slowly, “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll give you a ride.”
You change into your old clothes, now warm and dry after Seonghwa took care of it. You finish tying your shoes and glance up at him. His movements are calm, deliberate, like he’s giving you space to process, to gather yourself. His gentleness is almost too much to handle right now, and you wonder if he knows how much he’s doing, just being there. Just being himself.
The drive back to your place is calm, the city lights flickering by as Seonghwa keeps his focus on the road, his hand steady on the wheel. Every now and then, his eyes flicker toward you, like he’s checking, making sure you’re okay.
When he finally pulls up to your house, you hesitate for a second before opening the door.
“Thank you,” you murmur, “You really made my day.” and finally, and he offers you that smile of his. It’s small, but it reaches his eyes.
“Anytime,” he replies softly, as if there’s no question.
You step out of the car, the door closing behind you with a soft click. You stand there for a moment, watching his headlights fade into the distance, a quiet warmth settling in your chest.
***
A week has passed since that night. The one where everything had almost felt like it could change. The small, sweet moments that lingered in the kitchen, the silent tension, and that quiet brush of his fingers against your face. But you hadn’t really spoken much after that.
Seonghwa had been giving you space. He never pressed, never pushed, just sent a message here and there, something light, something simple. Asking how your day was, letting you know he was there if you needed to talk. It was as though he understood the weight on your shoulders, the things you were still trying to process, and he respected that.
You’d found comfort in those texts. They were a gentle reminder that there was still kindness out there, that not all men were careless or indifferent. But you hadn’t been ready to dive into anything more. Not yet.
So you let the days pass, lost in work and the usual noise of life, where everything felt like it was moving forward and standing still all at once.
When you walk into the house that evening, expecting to be alone, the air feels too still. Almost oppressive. You take off your shoes, drop your bag, and then, suddenly, you hear it.
Moans.
Loud and unmistakable.
Your heart skips a beat. The noise comes from the bedroom.
You freeze, panic washes over you in a way you never thought you’d feel. The reality hits harder than a slap, and before your mind can catch up to your body, your feet are already moving, silent, quick, out the door.
Your husband. With her.
The woman he’d been seeing for months. The one you knew about. From his work. The one he swore wouldn’t ever step foot in your bedroom.
But she had. They had.
The rules didn’t matter now.
You can barely remember how you made it out of the house, your heart pounding like it’s trying to escape your ribs. You don’t stop to think. You just grab your coat and rush outside, the cold air stinging your cheeks. You get on the bus, not thinking clearly or caring about anything other than getting away.
Away to the last place that felt safe.
Seonghwa opens the door looking completely confused in a loose hoodie and gray sweatpants, as if he’s been lounging or about to sleep. His hair is slightly tousled, his face soft with surprise, but when he sees you standing there, shaking and crying, everything about him changes.
His eyes widens, his body tensing as if his instincts slammed into overdrive.
“Hey-..hey, what’s going on?” His voice cracks a little, pure concern bleeding through. “Are you-, are you okay? What happened?” He barely waits for an answer before stepping forward, one hand reaching out like he’s afraid to startle you, the other already pulling the door wider. “Come in. Come here. Please.”
You don’t even remember how you’d made it to his place. You didn’t call, didn’t text, didn’t even know where else to go. You are just… there. Your legs moved on their own. He gently takes your wrist, guiding you inside like he thought you might fall apart if he let go. And maybe you would.
“I-I didn’t know where else to go,” you whisper, your voice trembling so much the words barely came out. “I walked in and they were… in the bedroom. Our bedroom. I heard her, and him-”
Your breath hitched. The shame, the heartbreak, the betrayal all crashed into you again like a tidal wave. Seonghwa freeze, his face shifting from confusion to something like disbelief, followed by an ache so deep it flickered across his features before he could hide it.
“You’re shaking,” he breathes, like that was the only thing he could focus on to keep himself from doing something rash. “Gosh-, come here.”
Then he pulls you in. Not tentative. Not gentle like before. But firm. Warm. Protective. His arms wrap around you completely, hands cradling the back of your head, the middle of your back, holding you like he was trying to piece you back together with just his embrace.
You broke.
The sob that escaped you was raw, tearing through your chest as you collapsed against him. His hoodie quickly dampened with your tears, but he didn’t care. He only held you tighter.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers into your hair, over and over again, his voice thick, arms unyielding. “I’m so sorry. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you.”
A few hours passed. The silence of the apartment is heavy, and the soft hum of the city outside filters in through the windows, but none of it seems to matter. Seonghwa sits on the edge of the couch, his gaze fixed on you as you sleep, curled up with a blanket around you. Seonghwa didn’t move you. He wouldn’t dare. Your face is peaceful now, but he knows, he saw the remnants of the tears still streaked on your cheeks.
He watches you for a long moment, longer than he should have, just to be sure you were breathing easy, that your face wasn’t tight with the pain you’d carried in. He adjust the blanket around your shoulders once more, fingers brushing your arm like a silent promise: I’m here.
Then he slips away into the kitchen.
The lights are dim. He doesn’t turn on the overheads. Only the small one above the sink cast a quiet glow, painting gold over the counter and the delicate steam curling from the mug of tea he never ended up drinking.
He cleans slowly. Methodically. Not because there is much to clean, but because he needs to do something with his hands. He needs to focus on anything but the image of you curled on his couch with your cheeks still damp from crying. Something about seeing you so hurt, so vulnerable in his home, keeps his chest tight and his thoughts moving. He wants to be nearby, just in case you wake up and need him.
He didn’t know what to do when you broke. His instinct was to hold you, to gather you up and shelter you from everything, but he’d hesitated. Not because he didn’t want to. God, he wanted to, but because he didn’t know if it was what you needed.
You are still married. Still healing. Still so fragile it makes his chest ache.
And yet, he can’t stop thinking about how you came here. To him. Not a friend. Not a hotel. Him.
What did that mean?
What could it mean?
He’s still standing at the sink, drying his hands on a dish towel, when he hears the soft shuffle of your footsteps behind him. You’re quiet, hesitant, still wearing the same clothes from earlier. Sleep clinging to your features, eyes puffy, hair slightly mussed, your voice rough when you speak.
“Seonghwa?”
He turns once.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, barely looking at him. “For just… showing up. For staying. I didn’t mean to take up your whole night.”
Seonghwa sets the tea towel down gently and shakes his head “You didn’t take anything,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here.”
You look at him, startled by how easily he says it, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather have you.
“I feel ridiculous,” you say quietly, fingers curling around the edge of the counter. “Showing up here. Crying like that. Falling asleep like a mess on your couch.”
Seonghwa looks up from the sink where he’s rinsing a cup, then reaches for the towel draped nearby to dry it. He moves slowly, deliberately, as if not to startle you. “You’re not a mess,” he says. “You’re human. And tonight was… a lot. You shouldn’t have had to hear that. Especially not in your own home.”
You nod once, lips press tight, your eyes tracing the pattern of the granite countertop.
“I guess I just didn’t expect it to hurt like that,” you whisper. “I agreed to this open marriage, I knew what it meant. All he had to do was follow the simple rules we made; let the other person know when you’re dating someone and don’t bring them into the bedroom. But hearing them like that… it was like everything I’d been pretending not to feel came crashing in.”
He steps a little closer, still drying the mug but slowing as he listens.
You look up at him then, eyes glassy. “I didn’t mean to bring it all here.”
“You didn’t bring anything but yourself,” he says, voice softer now. “And for what it’s worth… I’m glad you came. I’ve only seen you a few times, but I-” He hesitated, then smiled faintly, “I wouldn’t have wanted you to go anywhere else tonight.”
Your chest tightens. Something in his words, his expression, the way he stands there drying a cup like it was the only way he can keep his hands from holding you.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” he adds, glancing down at the towel in his hand, placing the cup on the counter. “But when I saw you at my door, I didn’t feel interrupted. I felt relieved.” he huffs a quiet breath, laughing under it, ”I didn’t want anyone else to be the one you went to. Is that selfish? Maybe. But—”
He didn’t get to finish.
The towel was halfway folded in his hands when you moved.
Three fast steps.
Your fingers gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down before he could process what was happening, and you kissed him.
Hard. Needy. Quietly desperate.
You needed to. You needed to feel if this was more than just you feeling crazy. Could you really find safety in someone who isn’t your husband? How could this man you’ve met 3 times the past two weeks, be the most thoughtful and supportive person in your life at the moment?
The towel slips from his hand, landing forgotten on the kitchen floor. He kisses you back like it’s the most natural thing in the world, hands finding your cheeks, pulling you close without hesitation. The warmth of him spreads through you instantly, grounding, solid, safe.
You don’t speak.
Neither does he.
Not until the kiss breaks, just enough for breath.
“I…” you whisper, suddenly unsure.
He smiles, gently, almost in disbelief. “You caught me off guard.” He’s smiling, eyes warm, his thumb brushing your side like he can’t stop touching you now that he’s started.
“I don’t know why I did that,” you whisper, nervous now, terrified he might say it was too soon.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I’m really glad you did it.” His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with hunger, and you can feel the weight of his desire pressing against you, but there was hesitation, just a flicker of it.
You mumble the words, barely loud enough for either of you to hear. “Is this... too fast?”
A beat passed. Then another.
“No,” he says softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Not if it’s you. Not if you’re the one reaching for me.”
Your breath catches, the lump in your throat returning. Not from grief this time, but from something gentler. Something like hope.
“You set the pace. I’ll follow.”
And he means it. Every word.
You reach for him again, pulling him in. The kiss is firmer this time, your lips claiming his with more urgency, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as if you couldn’t get close enough. He groans into your mouth, his hands tightening around your waist, as if holding you in place is the only thing keeping him from losing control.
Your hands slid by the hem of his shirt, fingertips barely grazing over his warm skin, and you feel him tense beneath your touch. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Fuck,” he rasp. “I’m barely holding on.”
“Good,” you whisper, and lean up to kiss him again.
His hands are on your waist, his grip tight, but there is still a slight hesitation in him. It’s as if he was torn between wanting to be the good guy, wanting to respect your boundaries, and the overwhelming, suffocating need to give in to everything you’re offering. His lips meet yours again, deeper this time, and the kiss is frantic, hungry, as though he can’t get close enough, can’t touch you enough.
You barely register your back hitting the edge of the kitchen island until his hands curl under your thighs and lift you effortlessly. You gasp, startled by the sudden motion, but his strength… the ease of it, the way he settles you gently onto the counter like you’re precious, it makes you shiver.
You wrap your legs around his hips instantly, locking your heels at the small of his back, and it pushes him in deeper, his length perfectly aligned with the ache between your legs.
The moment your bodies aligned, you both gasped.
You feel him.
Thick and full and undeniably hard, straining against the soft gray fabric of his sweatpants. He’s pressed right against your center, the outline of him so vivid you can practically trace it with your eyes.
You gasp. He curses.
“I can see you,” you whisper, voice wrecked, eyes flicking down to where his sweatpants clung to him, every thick inch outlined and throbbing. “You’re so hard.”
He lets out a strangled groan. “Don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that-”
You can't help but grind once against his member, and you whimper as his hips rolled forward, slow and deep. His cock drags up the seam of your heat, the head catching perfectly where your clit throbs. It’s too much and not enough. The layers between you only made it worse.
He feels you. Wet, warm, pressed against the inside of your panties, where your thin leggings clings like a second skin, doing nothing to hide how badly you want him. His mouth crashes onto yours, and it was different this time, no hesitation, no restraint. Just teeth and tongue and desperation. Your hands were in his hair now, tugging, dragging him closer. He presses against you, hard enough to make you moan, and God, you feel him, thick, hard, straining against his pants.
But something occupies your mind.
“Wait,” You keep your legs wrapped around him. You don’t let go. Immediately, he stills. His breathing ragging, chest rising and falling against yours. His hands are warm on your thighs where they rest, thumbs rubbing soft, slow circles into your skin like he’s grounding you. His forehead presses gently against yours, both of you still catching your breath.
“I want to,” you admitted, your voice wrecked. “So bad. But I need… I need to say it first. To him.”
Him. Your Husband.
For the first time in months, you hated that your husband was in your mind right now.
His gaze lifts to yours instantly, and for a second, you brace yourself for disappointment. But it never comes.
He nods. “I know,” he pulls back and kisses your forehead. “Just because he broke your rules does not mean you should do it too.” He’s way quicker to understand than you’ve ever imagined. He’s too good.
“I’m sorry… I really want to.” You say, finding his eyes. “But I feel like I have to tell him that I’m seeing someone, let alone his boss, before I do something.”
“Hey,” he cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin, the warmest eyes you’ve ever met. “You don’t have to explain, I totally understand.”
You try smiling but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. “It’s not you. I’m just not in the right headspace, and if we did this right now, I think I’d just… think too much. Regret it. Not because of you! But because of everything else.”
“I know,” he says gently, brushing your hair back with a touch that’s nothing short of reverent. “You don’t have to decide anything right now. If you want to do this or not. Whatever you end up deciding, I’ll respect. But if you decide you want to do this, with me sometime, I don’t want you to feel any pressure. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you.”
And God. That. That is the thing.
He isn’t demanding.
He isn’t jealous.
He isn’t angry or annoyed or trying to guilt you into a decision.
He just understand.
“You’re kind,” you say, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You’re really fucking kind.”
A silence fills the space between you, your gaze dropping down to where your bodies meet. You look up at him, cheeks flushed. “If I hadn’t said stop… would you have?”
His eyes darkens. He smile, not cocky. But honest.
“Not a chance in hell.” The weight behind those words makes your chest ache. “Can I do anything for you?”
You glance down at yourself, then let out a soft, embarrassed laugh. “I probably need a shower. I look like someone who lost a fight to her own life.”
He grins at that, easing back just enough to slide his hands to your waist. Before you can say another word, he’s lifting you down from the counter with a firm but gentle grip, like you’re something precious, and threading his fingers through yours.
“Come on,” he murmurs, tugging you softly. “Shower. I’ll get everything ready.”
You trail behind him to the bathroom, your hand still tucked in his. He moves around the space with practiced ease, grabbing towels, adjusting the water, and even laying out the same sweatpants and oversized t-shirt you wore the last time you were here.
When he places them carefully on the counter, he gives you one last glance, warm and soft. “Take your time, your clothes are on the counter. I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.”
You nod, suddenly overwhelmed in a completely different way. “Seonghwa?”
He pauses in the doorway, looking back at you.
“Thank you. For… not making this weird.”
His smile is soft, patient. “It’s not weird. It’s okay.”
A few minutes later, you’re still in his bathroom, the warmth of the steam and the quiet hum of the fan giving you a moment to breathe. To be alone and let the water rinse some of it away. Not the pain of today, but the weight of it, just for a moment.
You change into the familiar sweatpants and soft T-shirt he left folded neatly by the sink. They still smell like him. When you open the door again, the hallway’s dim, and the softest light glows from the living room.
He’s sitting on the couch, one arm resting over the back, a blanket already draped across the cushions, like he’s been preparing your little corner of the world for you.
“Perfect timing,” he says, patting the space beside him with a grin that’s equal parts teasing and gentle. “I was about to start a movie without you and pretend I didn’t.”
You laugh, your heart lighter already. And as you cross the room and curl into his side beneath the blanket, it’s not the movie that matters. It’s the feeling that you’re safe here, with him.
And for the first time in a long time, that’s more than enough.
***
The boardroom is quiet when Seonghwa walks in the next day.
He’s always early, by design. It gives him time to breathe, to set the tone, to sit at the head of the glass table with everything already in place. His laptop is open, a black pen lined up perfectly beside his notepad, and his eyes skim the agenda, though he already knows it. But his focus isn’t on the day’s schedule.
Not yet.
It’s still on you.
Not the way you looked when you walked into his apartment yesterday. Exhausted, crying, your whole body weighed down by things you hadn’t said yet, but the way you looked curled up against him hours later, asleep on his couch, tucked into his side beneath a blanket like you’d always belonged there.
You had cried. You had kissed him. You had let him hold you. He’d kissed the crown of your head.
And he didn’t sleep much that night.
Not because you didn’t let him, if anything, you were warm and quiet, breathing slow against him. It was the way you felt in his arms that kept him awake. Like he was holding something fragile and sacred. Like if he moved, even slightly, you might disappear.
In the morning, you stirred first. Groggy and quiet, blinking sleepily against his chest before murmuring something about needing to go home and change before work. He offered to take the day off. Said he could cancel everything. That he didn’t care.
But you shook your head with a tiny smile. Insisted that he go.
You even teased him for hovering. Called him “overly attentive.” He’d rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but when you leaned in and kissed him goodbye, soft and sleepy, he nearly asked you to stay.
But you left. And he watched the door long after it closed behind you.
Now he’s here. Under sterile lighting. A boardroom full of chatter. And across the table sits the man who used to be your husband in everything but legality.
He walked in laughing - with her - like it’s just another Thursday. The girlfriend is practically attached to him, all smiles and subtle touches, like they don’t work under the same roof. Like they’re not sneaking around as if people haven’t noticed. Seonghwa doesn’t look up immediately. Just lets his fingers tap softly against the side of his coffee cup.
Measured. Calm. Focused.
“Morning,” your husband says with that too-casual tone, like everything’s perfectly fine.
“Morning,” Seonghwa replies, flat and cool.
He doesn’t do anger like most people. It simmers quietly in him, contained, controlled. He doesn’t lash out. He remembers. He watches. He files things away until the time is right.
Today’s not the day.
But he is watching.
The meeting starts. The others file in, small talk filling the space. Projector humming, documents shuffling. Seonghwa opens the presentation. Keeps his voice even.
“I’d like to keep today’s meeting brief,” he says, voice smooth and low. “We’re focusing on timelines, project deliverables, and accountability.”
His gaze flicks to your husband. The pause is barely a second too long. “Especially accountability.”
There's a flicker in the man’s expression. He shifts in his seat, coughs once like he’s about to make a joke, but one look from Seonghwa shuts him down. The meeting ticks forward.
Then your husband speaks up.
“I think the delay in deliverables came down to a lack of communication, not really our fault,” he says, flashing a grin at his girlfriend like she’ll have his back.
She does.
But Seonghwa is already leaning forward, calm but sharp. “And who was responsible for communicating that timeline to the vendors?”
Silence.
Your husband clears his throat. “Well… technically, I was. But-”
“Then let’s not redirect blame.” Seonghwa’s voice doesn’t rise. It never needs to. “If you were the lead, you’re accountable. End of story.”
The table goes quiet. The girlfriend shifts awkwardly. And your husband, he looks like he wants to argue but doesn’t dare.
Good.
Seonghwa could say more. So much more. He could talk about how you came to him last night after being ignored for months. How you told him things you never said to anyone. How you almost gave yourself to him. How you let him hold you, warm you, kiss you, keep you safe. How you fell asleep against him like he was the only place you felt okay.
He could say how he’s never going to forgive this man for not seeing you. For making you feel small. For letting you cry alone in your kitchen while he flirted with someone new on the clock.
But Seonghwa keeps it inside.
He lets the meeting run its course. Makes his points. Keeps his composure. Because no one knows what you are to him.
Yet.
And when it’s finally over, he gathers his papers slowly. Closes his laptop with care. And doesn’t look back once.
Because there’s something about seeing that man across from him, pretending like he still owns your heart, when Seonghwa knows what it feels like to have you kiss him good morning, in nothing but his hoodie, after a night of quiet healing.
He’s not done protecting you.
And your husband? He doesn’t even realize he already lost.
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one year ago, your parents made you and wonwoo break up for the sake of an arranged marriage and he left your life with a simple click of the front door. one year later, you're finally getting married, and you're already regretting every decision you've ever made. the worst part? you bump into a familiar face right as you're about to walk down the aisle.
♫ now playing: "try again" - jaehyun, d.ear
pairing: ex!wonwoo x fem!reader
genre: fluff, comedy? idfk
word count: 2.1k
cw: arranged/forced marriage, cursing, original male character, mention of drinking/alcohol, running away, kissing
a/n: a request for my lovely moot @jjjjeonww! inspired by a reel she sent me, but then i lost it so i'm just going off of what i remember... if this looks rushed, it's probably bc it is 😭 (i've been working on this for days ok) also changed my formatting AGAIN but ANYWAYS enjoy kings
dividers by @/saradika-graphics
when you made the choice to send your ex an invitation to your wedding, you didn't think he'd even receive it.
it was an irrational decision, one you'd made after a few too many drinks with your friend.
"won't your parents be mad though?" she asked, watching as you finalized the decision, sloppily writing down his address on an envelope on your living room floor. you really did save an extra invitation just for this, but you were too scared to really do anything with it until that moment, too intoxicated to logically think this through.
"eh, they're already making me marry some rich asshole, the least they could do is just let me invite one person." you shrugged, tossing it somewhere on your "to mail" pile and leaning back against the base of the couch.
this was all really dumb, it really was. there was exactly one week before your wedding, yet you were drinking cheap soju in your living room at 4 am and making bad decisions. inviting your ex to your wedding was a pretty good example of one.
at least your friend not only has a higher alcohol tolerance than you, but is also better than you when it comes to wise decision making.
"i don't know, wonwoo most likely believes that you broke up with him because you fell in love with someone else. i wouldn't show up if i were him."
you groaned, she was right. when you refused to break up with wonwoo for the sake of some money your parents would gain from a marriage with some rich guy they knew, they took matters into their own hands. they had a whole professional letter writer (whatever job that was) analyze some essays you'd wrote for college and write a letter to wonwoo, saying that you two should break up because you lost feelings for him and found someone else.
the letter was planted in your kitchen for him to find, unknown to you. so when wonwoo confronted you about it, you had no idea what to say, but he took your speechlessness for an answer and left. you couldn't even blame him. the letter was written with your exact handwriting as well as your tone of voice, you would've thought you'd wrote it as well if you weren't, well, yourself.
that day, you lost the love of your life and learned that your parents were crazy lunatics.
"well, this might not even be his address anyway, mingyu probably sent me the address of a dumpsite."
"you seriously asked his best friend??"
"who else was i supposed to ask?"
"yeah, there's no way that's his address then. he also must think you dumped wonwoo, remember?"
"well, i rented him a camper van in france for a week and basically paid for that whole trip, so he sent me that."
"are you kidding... rich people are so stupid. so stupid!" and the night ends with laughter, the letter long forgotten.
but before you know it, it's your wedding day, or what you've been calling it: doomsday.
you didn't even write a vow because who even was this guy? exactly. you hardly even knew him, let alone enough to write a whole vow for him. thinking about kissing him was just making you gag.
whatever, at least you look pretty. the one good thing to come out of this wedding might just be your dress, but it's not like the one guy you actually want to marry will see it, so now you're just sad again.
your heels click and clack as you make your way toward the doors leading to your demise. it's okay, just close your eyes and pretend he’s wonwoo. what was his name anyway? you're pretty sure that it was jaewon or something- or maybe jaehyun?
well, you don't have time to contemplate the groom's name anymore, because you're literally right in front of the doors now. the typical wedding music is playing, awaiting your arrival. you take a deep breath. your dad wasn't even considerate enough to actually walk you down the aisle, so much for being so eager for you to get married.
okay, you actually have to go now, but you start to second guess yourself. after this, you might just be bound to some barely known rich guy for life. the exit door is so close, why don't you just run away?
you turn to look at your hopeless escape, but instead of a door you see... wonwoo? a very good looking wonwoo at that.
he's standing kind of awkwardly, looking at you as if he's in some sort of daze. he's dressed in a suit and wearing a new pair of glasses. other than that, he looks just about the same as you remember, and for some reason, you're relieved.
when he notices you looking at him, he coughs, shaking his head.
"sorry, i was looking for the restroom,"
you almost want to tease him for the lame excuse, but you’re probably not in the place to do so. looking around, you try to locate a restroom, but to no avail. you’re honestly still in shock that he’s even here.
“um, i don’t really know my way around here either, sorry…”
he chuckles lightly, “it’s okay, no worries, y/n.” he says, adjusting his glasses before speaking again.
“you look beautiful, by the way.”
it’s barely above a whisper, a voice he only used when you’re both in bed and he’s feeling particularly flirty, peppering your face with kisses and giving shy compliments against your skin.
you begin to forget that you’re not actually getting married to wonwoo, but reality hits when you take into account the situation you’re in. you’re talking to your ex right before you’re supposed to get married to another man.
he seems to notice your dilemma, rubbing the back of his neck. “you should probably go in soon, you know? can’t have them waiting on their bride forever.”
you wait for a minute to answer, “…but what if i don’t want to?”
wonwoo furrows his eyebrows, confused. “what are you saying?” you can barely hear him over the pipe organ that begins to replay the wedding song; you’re running out of time.
is this really worth it? losing the love of your life for some cash? no, it's not, and you're definitely not missing the one chance you have at this moment.
it's not like your family really needs it anyway, you think.
“fuck it,” you mutter, kicking off your heels and taking a hold of his wrist.
he watches you, even more bewildered than before. “y/n, what are you doing-“ and you’re making a sprint toward the exit with him in hand. you’re well aware that he has more than enough physical strength to hold you back, but he doesn’t, just yelping after you as he tries not to trip.
this was nowhere near what you'd thought escaping a wedding would be like. when you day-dreamt about it, it'd played out as something cringey, like wonwoo busting through the door right before you say "i do" or something. right now, you absolutely have no idea what you’re doing, dragging wonwoo out of the wedding venue with no plan whatsoever.
"y/n! what about your wedding?" he asks as you both step out of the emergency fire exit (yes, you seriously used the fire exit as an escape. that's what it's for... right?). you don't answer his question, waiting till you're both a safe distance away from the venue.
you learn quickly that taking off your shoes was the best and worst decision of your life. you know you would've tripped if you tried to run in heels, but the feelings of gravel against the bottom of your feet might just be worse than that.
suddenly, wonwoo abruptly stops, making you turn around. you're both still in the middle of the parking lot, not nearly as far away as you would like to be, but you stop anyway.
"if you really want to run away from your wedding for some reason, can we at least take my car?" he offers, catching his breath while pulling out a pair of car keys from his pocket. in the distance, you hear someone or two call out your name.
"yeah, that's probably a good idea."
so now you two are in wonwoo's car, driving to what seems to be his place. his car hasn't changed in the last year, the familiar scent of his air freshener gives you some sense of nostalgia. the drive feels like old times, like when wonwoo would drive you to your university or when he'd take you out to the museum in another city, soft music playing as you two sit in comfortable silence.
but unfortunately for you, there's not exactly time to reminisce because you have a lot of explaining to do.
"so, why'd you back out of the wedding? wasn't that the guy you, um... left for?" he asks. you can tell he's trying to be cool about it, but the way his grip on the wheel tightens just a bit gives him away.
you grimace. yeah, it wasn’t your fault, but you still feel a pang of guilt surge through you at the mention of of the break up. slowly, you begin to tell him everything: the letter, your parents, all of it.
he still looks skeptical, but you see the tension in his shoulders fade as you talk. before long, you both arrive at his place.
"wait for a moment," he says, getting out of the car. you think he's going to get something, but he simply walks to the other side of the car and opens your door.
"thanks..?" you tell him, sort of stunned at his courtesy. he just smiles at you, standing there for another moment. "well, i was going to carry you, if that's okay."
you swear you feel your eyeballs bulge out of your eyesockets as you stare at him like he just asked you to do a backflip. he laughs softly at your expression. "your feet- they hurt, don't they?" he asks, gesturing to your feet that are littered with little specks of red and debris from the pavement you ran on earlier.
"it doesn't really hurt that much won-" you try, getting up from the seat, but wonwoo gently pushes you back. "just let me, shouldn't i take care of my bride?" he argues, scooping you up with ease and kicking the car door shut with his foot.
you squirm in his grip as he carries you through the entrance of his place, only letting you go once he seats you on the couch. like his car, his apartment looks relatively the same as you remember, and it honestly still feels like your second home.
"do you have anything on you? like your phone?" he asks, sitting down beside you. you shake your head, all of your belongings are still at the venue because as stated before, you did not think this through. it suddenly dawns on you that you might be screwed. "it's okay, at least no one's going to barge in here." he laughs, trying to lighten the mood a little, but he sees that it doesn't do much.
"hey, look at me," he urges, tilting your jaw so you're making eye contact with him. "i promise you, it's going to be fine. we'll work this out," he assures you.
"i just have one question," he starts again, "do you still love me?"
you swallow, hard because yes, of course you still love him, but would he even forgive you for leaving him? it wasn't exactly your fault, but you feel guilty about it anyway.
he waits patiently for your answer, keeping the eye contact between you two as you respond.
“well… yes?” you say hesitantly, scared of his reaction. he wouldn't throw you out of the house or something, he's definitely not the type to, but it's still nerve-wracking: confessing your feelings to him all over again.
he smiles softly at your answer, leaning in a little. "so you wouldn't mind if i did this, right?" despite having some clue on what he's about to do, you raise an eyebrow before he gently presses his lips against yours.
your eyes close at the familiar contact, god, you missed this. it’s short and sweet, wonwoo breaks the kiss before you become too engrossed in his lips.
“well? don’t leave me hanging,” you pout. he thinks for a moment, trying to figure what you’re talking about before he makes a noise of realization.
“i love you too, was the kiss not enough to say that?”
you smile at him; he smiles back. yes, you just ran away from your wedding and people are probably looking all over the place for you, but who cares? certainly not you.
“let’s get married,” he suddenly decides, “we’re already dressed for the occasion anyway. you think the venue is still open?” you know he’s probably joking, but you look at him and seriously consider his suggestion.
“wait… maybe it is. let’s go check!” you bounce off the couch, dragging wonwoo with you. “wait, y/n, you’re not wearing any shoes!” he shouts after you.
—
“you really forgot my address? it’s been the same for years, y/n.”
“what? so i spent all that money on mingyu for no reason?”
“ah, so that’s the emergency fund he used to go to france.”
Complicated - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Fezco and Reader grew up as best friends and end up falling in love, they both know they love each other but don't want to label their relationship making it more complicated than it needs to be.
Insecure - Fez is feeling a little insecure and the reader reassures him.
Needy - All the reader wants to do is be close to Fezco.
Mixed Style - fez x a reader who has a kind of mixed style? like she'll do cute and laid back with hoops and sparkles one day but she'll also do grunge/alt with platforms the next bc duality
Vacation- Can you do how it’s like going on vacation with Fezco? Like going to the airport and everything
Late Night Car Rides- The reader can't sleep and Fezco picks them up and they go on a drive.
Elliot
Requests are OPEN
Happiest Years - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The same place that your relationship grew even closer than you could expect is also the same place that your relationship completely falls apart.
I don't think I care - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 The reader is Fezco and Ashtray's sister. The reader meets Elliot at a party, and tries to hide their relationship from her brothers.
Music - Elliot rambling to the reader until she falls asleep and him being so into whatever he was talking about that he doesn't even notice reader fell asleep until he asks her a question and she doesn't reply.
Sorry - Elliot apologizes to the reader after their relationship ended because of his drug use, but the reader isn't sure how to feel about it.
Addicts - The reader and Elliot are both heavy drug users, after the reader almost overdoses Elliot tries to convince the Reader to stop using.
Warnings: smut with barely any plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex but a strong pull out game
Fez had the phone pressed against his ear. He leaned back against the sofa cushions and his free hand went to scratch the back of his neck as his patience was wearing thin. "She's almost done, we'll leave in the next five minutes, we'll be on time, relax... okay, bye." He hung up and immediately shouted her name but did not receive an answer in return. "Come on, Rue and Jewel said they're already on their way to the restaurant."
No answer.
He groaned leaving his phone behind and going on the hunt for his wife, he ran upstairs ducking his head inside her walk-in closet but there was no sign of her, next was the bedroom but once again nothing until he got to the bathroom catching her in the process of finishing her look.
Fez opened his mouth to rush her but stopped before he even started, he leaned against the door frame with a smirk creeping on his face. "You know that girl's name is Jules right?" He nodded not listening to a word that she just said. "Ugh, remind me not to pregame before I put on lashes or earrings. This is taking forever." Said Y/n while she leaned over the counter to get a closer look at what she was doing. "I switched out my nose ring too, do you like it?" Her voice holding seduction. He didn't say anything just continued to look her up and down, his eyes glued to her backside.
"Yeah, I like it." He muttered his answer still not taking a proper look at her face. She shook her head noticing him and swayed her hips from side to side. He reached out squeezing her bum, his callous hands resting on the side of her thighs. "Can you behave? Didn't you just say we're going to be late?"
"Did I?"
"O'Neil, if we're late you're not blaming me."
Fez took off his jacket hanging it up on the doorknob, he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up and slowly got down on his knees. Y/n gulped feeling his hands hike up her dress exposing her bare ass with her black thong sitting between her plump cheeks, he kissed the back of her thighs leading to the crevice under her ass, he pressed his lips against her soft and supple skin. She giggled feeling his teeth graze next. "We're going to eat at dinner."
He pulled down her panties drooling at the treat in front of him. "I want to eat right now."
Y/n gasped when his tongue teasingly passed against her slit, playing between her folds, slobbering all over her fat pussy. She was no longer focused on her task at hand, she bent over further allowing him more access to her cunt. His large hands cupped her backside perfectly while he spread her cheeks apart. His tongue messily played with her clit, his saliva dripping onto the floor. Fez smacked her ass before moving his head. "Put your leg up." He instructed.
Y/n obeyed him and rested her knee up on the bathroom counter, he pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, she moaned seeing his cock curve upward— the shaft was wide and she whimpered pushing back for it. "Stop." He said spanking her again.
He rubbed his pink tip against her soaking clit, between her lips and pushed inside of her oh so slowly, her walls quickly welcomed him. Y/n moaned feeling him slightly stretch her out. He pulled out till his tip was left inside her before slamming back in.
She covered her mouth to muffle the small scream. He chuckled doing it again this time her eyes disappear to the back of her skull. "Fuck!"
Fez rested his hands on the counter pressing his lips on the back of her head, he grunted feeling her wet walls surrounding him. "You just let me have her any time?" He taunted. She panted looking up at him through the glass. "Yes, Fezzy, she's all yours." She whined.
His hands gripped her hips holding her still, her legs began to tremble, his thrusts were getting to her. "Fez... Fez...mmm."
"I feel you, baby, trust me, I fucking feel you."
She was quickly falling apart, contracting around his dick constantly and the longer her orgasm went on the wetter she became. "Shit, I'm cummin." He moaned slamming his hips against her cheeks causing a ripple of waves with every hit. Fez had two more pumps in him before he quickly pulled out and jerked himself before dripping his thick cream onto her round backside.
Y/n huffed waiting for him to clean her off, her phone screen lit up with a message from Jules. "And now we're late." She laughed. After he had wiped her off with a warm rag he pulled her underwear back up and fixed her dress for her before fixing himself. She shook her head packing her phone in her purse, her heels clicking against the wooden floor as they shuffled quickly downstairs and out the door.
They arrived at the restaurant as soon as possible apologizing for their tardiness when they got there, she blushed sulking in her seat as Jules nudged her already suspecting the real reason they were just getting there. "You two are like rabbits." She whispered. Y/n sucked her teeth lightly hitting her. She turned looking over at Fez who was already chatting with Rue, he picked up his wine glass and took a quick glance at her shooting her a wink before placing the glass on his lips.
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth thinking about going back home already.
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Warnings: Smut, no plot just a quick fuck, semi-public sex (staircase sex but nobody actually walks in on them), unprotected p in v, issa quickie, drunk sex, bigdick!Fez lmao I feel like he at least got girth to him yk?, the word cock was used once whoops sorry
(gif not mine. but just look at how yummy he is here. mhmmm)
The two had gone out for their anniversary. Their friends threw them a little surprise dinner at the restaurant they went to on their first date. They'd knocked out four years of marriage and were happy to celebrate the rest of the years to come. It was a fun little gathering of their loved ones surrounding them and reminiscing on old times, how shy they were when they first met and how cute it was to see how quickly they fell for each other.
It was a great night with great food and a few drinks. Maybe more than a few. They didn't drink much they mostly smoked but for tonight's occasion, they switched over. Both were pretty lightweight and found themselves stumbling and giggling with each other, though it made great entertainment for their friends and family.
The party ran late and a few left to return to their own homes but not without congratulating the two on their four years together. By 2 AM it was just Fez, his girl and their two friends Rue and Jules and all four called it a night. Rue and Jules offered to drive the couple back to their apartment considering they were sober enough to drive back. They accepted and sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting on his shoulder as her mind swayed. She was so gone she felt like was in a spaceship zooming through the stars and the planets.
She loved the ride home after a drunken night, it was so quiet and calming especially with the window down. Fez's head tipped back against the headrest, whispering to himself that he'd never drink again. His hand rubbed small circles on his girl's lower back, his fingers following the curve of her behind when he dropped his hand further he gently squeezed and smiled lazily. He was so lucky to have her.
After what felt like a short ride they were finally in front of the apartment building. "Sure you guys don't want us to come with you?"
Fez scoffed. "Nah, we're good, text us when you get home." The girls wanted to protest about his slurred sentence and wobbly stance but bit their tongues, they'd at least wait until they got inside the building. They said their goodbyes and waited for them to tap their keycard to get past the second door which they successfully did. Fez and his girl stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the button to go up numerous times but none of the doors would open. Fez squinted once he noticed a piece of paper on the silver door.
Out of Order.
Well, that was just great. "We gotta take the stairs, baby." He giggled. She groaned and trudged to the door leading to the staircase, silently thankful they lived on the fifth floor but it was still a lot of stairs and she was wearing heels. She held onto the railing for balance and walked up the first step with Fez not too far behind.
They climbed up as fast as they could to the second floor, she stopped and rolled her eyes, this was not an ideal situation to be intoxicated. Fez, however, seemed to be entertained. Her dress was riding up with every step, no matter how many times she pulled it down it slid back up and at some point almost bunched around her hips, exposing her supple skin under the material. He wanted to bite her, he was quickly growing hard in his pants, temptation in front of him and he was ready to give in.
He reached out, fingers gently brushing her skin. She turned around and smiled. "Can I help you?"
"You have no idea." He replied lustfully glaring at her through low-drunken eyelids, his eyes no longer blue due to his dilated pupils. Her eyes widened at him and she turned facing forward to hide her blush. It did make her put an extra sway in her hips.
Third floor.
Two more flights of stairs and they'd be home, and he'd have her all to himself, naked and whimpering... moaning... crying for him. "Let's take a break."
She stopped on the platform where the entry to the third floor was. "Tired already?" She joked, she needed a bit of a break herself because these heels were killing her. She rested herself bent over the rail, the bottom of her dress rising once again, her little black panties on display for him.
She could feel his attentive gaze on her. She pushed back for him, he walked closer to her his calloused hands reaching out for her smooth and soft skin, his fingers coming in contact with her hip squeezing them hard enough to leave little prints. She hissed looking back at him. "Come on, just a little quick one." She whimpered saying aloud what they were both thinking. He smirked dragging his finger along the line of her panty following the trail down to her wet heat.
He looked up at her through his bushy, but well-trimmed eyebrows. Keeping contact while he moved the material to the side. She swallowed a moan feeling the cool air hitting her clit causing her to clench around nothing. "Always so fucking pretty," He muttered taking his thumb and guiding it between her folds collecting her slick. "And wet, for me."
"Fez..." Her voice warned. "I don't care if anyone sees us." He admitted with a shrug. She pushed back against him once more feeling the tip of his thumb tease her hole, he angled his thumb and gently thrust it inside her. She softly gasped moving her hair to the side to get a good look at him, so focused on her pretty pussy leaking out for him and he'd barely done anything.
He used his free hand to undo his belt, the thud of everything falling onto the floor echoed off the empty walls. She moaned at the sight, how hard he was, so stiff the tip of his dick had gone from pink to almost red-- sticky with his own arousal. Her mouth watered, tongue begging to be wrapped around him but they'd get to that once they got home. He removed his thumb sticking it in his mouth for a little taste of her, he hummed in satisfaction. She whined internally begging him to hurry up, he delivered a harsh slap to her ass which earned a squeal from her desperate lips.
"You keep doing that imma put it away."
"Sorry." She mumbled tugging on her bottom lip. He chuckled at how quickly she retreated, he positioned himself at her entrance, running his aching tip through her juicy folds, he finally found his way inside-- slowly sliding into her warm and welcoming cunt. She placed her hand over her mouth to squash the upcoming erotic sounds she wanted to make, he stretched her out completely, his faint veins coinciding with her soft walls. Fuck.
Fez pushed the dress up further so it was resting in the middle of her back, he looked down at the tattoo she had recently got done and groaned, one of his favourite things to look at was the artwork displayed on her beautiful body. He could feel her clenching around him already, she always came a lot quicker when she was out of her mind. He buried himself deep inside her earning an audible moan.
He pulled out and pressed back in. "Ooohh, fuck!" She broke. "That's it. Let everyone hear you, ma." He held on to her hips giving her some deep strokes, she gripped the railing looking down on the first floor in hopes no one would come upstairs. Fez grunted, she was coating him in her creamy goodness, her gummy walls enveloping him in pleasure. His tip repeatedly bumped against a certain spot within her and her body responded positively.
The sounds of skin-to-skin contact, the slapping and pornographic moans from both parties echoed through the staircase and probably made their way through the walls. But who cares, she was getting dicked down, her arousal dripping down her inner thigh. Her whimpers caress his ears as an encouragement to keep his rhythm.
"Fuck, fuck, yes Fez! Give me that dick." She egged on feeling her climax getting closer, she moved her left leg onto one step allowing him further access, his heavy balls slapping against her clit was an additional sensation her body couldn't take. Her eyes rolled back as he continued his assault on her, penetrating her every need.
Fez growled as his hips picked up their pace, snapping into hers in a desperate need to meet his end. "I can feel it, baby, come for me." She playfully giggled stealing his usual line. He pounded into her, reaching under her to toy with her clit. "You cum first, pretty girl." He retaliated, her body shivered, a tingling feeling creeping up in her toes and fingers. Her mouth was agape as her back arched, he leaned forward pressing his chest against her. "Yeah? Yeah, I fuckin' see you, baby. Don't worry."
"Oh my god! Fez! Fuck... me-" Her body stilled, her eyes squeezed shut while her orgasm took over her body, constant convulsion around his dick pulled him closer to the edge. "Ah, shit." He croaked before succumbing to his own pleasure, squirting his hot cream inside her. They panted slowly letting go of each other. He chuckled pressing a kiss against her neck and another behind her ear. "You good?"
"Fuck... yes." She sighed in satisfaction. Fez carefully pulled out and looked at the door to see if anyone was standing there watching but they were good. He quickly stuffed his half-hard cock in his pants and re-buckled his belt. He watched as she fixed herself too, pulling back down her dress and turning to him with a pout. "What?" He asked. She looked down at her feet and back up at him. He smiled shaking his head. "Fine." He took off his shoes sliding them over to her, she stepped out of her heels and into his big-ass dress shoes that she bought him. He held her heels in his hand and pressed a kiss on top of her head. "You ready to go?"
She nodded looking up at him but her eyes widened when she saw past him, there was a camera... a little security camera in the corner above the door. "Oh.. shit." He said seeing it too. "Well, I mean it already happened." She laughed. There wasn't anything they could do about it, at least someone got a free show.
"Hm, glad to know that after four years you're still down to do it anywhere." He chuckled heading up the stairs.
She smirked. "We might need another break on the fourth floor."
"Baby..."
"Fiiiiine, we'll wait until we get home."
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can you do Fez and the reader about to go on their first date and they’re both freaking out on what to wear and how to act… and then once they’re together all of their worries just go out the window?
Fezco x Reader
You and Fezco have always seemed to be around each other, dancing around the fact that each of you had a crush on the other. So when he finally asks you out -your body is racked with nerves.
soft!Fezco
friends to lovers (ish)
It has been a known thing around friends how large and how deep your crush for Fezco went. The two of you met in middle school it was like you were drawn to him. He didn't really know anyone since he had to switch schools after moving in with his grandmother. It wasn't long to see that he was shy - but once you got to know Fezco - he was one of the sweetest kids you knew.
As you grew older it seemed the pull you felt towards him only grew more and more in a very strong crush. You saw him around East Highland after he'd dropped out. Like everyone else, you heard of how his grandmother had fallen sick, and Fez had to drop out in order to take care of her and his little brother.
But you didn't really start hanging out with him till Rue started buying drugs from him. Whenever the two of you would hang out, you found yourself at the small convenience store that sat on the corner.
"Hey Fez," You'd say with a smile every time the two of you would walkthrough.
When Fezco saw Rue he knew that she was always coming in needed a little something. But when you came with her, it was like suddenly his heart was sent racing and he became nervous. Fez tried to cover it up but wasn't really sure if he was successful.
"Hey shawty," Fezco spoke, the usual slow and deep tone wrapped around the words. "How ya'll doin'?"
"Just here to see Ash," Rue spoke, moving towards the freezer doors that doubled as an entrance to the back.
You stood nervously against the cooler that held the ice cream and fidgeted with the edge of your dress. You could practically hear your heart racing against your ribcage as you watched him. Fezco lit his blunt, taking a long drag, before blowing the smoke into the air.
Fezco knew that you didn't mess into the drug scene, but liked how you never seemed to judge him for what he did or whenever he smoked.
He liked that about you. How no matter what, your heart always seemed pure and saw the good in people.
"You see the trailer for that new Superman movie?" You asked.
Fezco's eyes snapped towards you, the brightness of the blue always seemed to leave you breathless.
"Hell ya," Fezco spoke, taking another hit of his blunt. "Look real good."
You nodded your head and looked down towards your scuffed-up shoes.
Fezco nervously bit on his lower lip, before speaking again. "Y-You wanna go and see it wit me or somethin'?"
Your head snapped up towards him. Fezco liked the smile that slowly spread across your lips again.
"L...Like a date?" You spoke, and Fezco didn't miss the hopefulness in your voice.
"Ya...like a date."
You eagerly nodded your head just as Rue stepped out from the freezer doors. Ash followed from behind her. You stood a little straighter as your friend stepped towards you.
"Ready?" You asked her. Rue gave a stiff nod before saying goodbye to both Ash and Fez. But before you could leave, Fezco called out your name.
"I'll text you later, ma? Set everything up."
You nodded your head before Rue reached for your hand and pulled you out of the store again. Fezco kept his eyes on you for as long as he could, before smiling to himself.
"You finally man up and ask her out?" Ashtray spoke, looking down towards his older brother.
"Maybe," Fezco spoke slyly before standing from his place at the counter and heading towards the back. "Stay out 'ere, got movie times to be lookin' fo',"
Fezco disappeared through the door, leaving Ash to sit there and shake his head at his brother's love-struck face.
It was only a few hours later that Fezco texted you with a movie time for Saturday night. Your stomach erupted into butterflies and called up Maddy, feeling panic over going on your first date with Fez.
"Don't worry, girl. I got you." Maddy spoke over the phone.
Saturday approached quickly and you seemed to have thrown every outfit that was in your closet out across your bedroom. But you'd finally settled on a pair of jeans with a cropped sweater. It was simple, but still cute, for a movie date.
Maddy sat up on your bathroom counter, her eyes focused as she applied your make-up.
"Is this like...your first date ever?" Maddy asked with a gentle smile on her lips.
You shyly looked down, "Maybe."
"Aw, that is so cute." She pulled back and looked around before grabbing some eyeliner. "Bout time that the two of you go out, think I was getting sick of you just watching him at parties."
The two of you laughed before calming down to a comfortable silence.
"I'm nervous," You whispered "I...I don't know what to do..."
"Well, you're going to a movie, so there isn't much to really do. He might try and hold your hand, maybe make a move. But if you don't wanna do something...don't think you have to." Maddy spoke, "But something tells me that Fezco is a little more respectful than most high school boys."
"Yeah, maybe you're right."
As Maddy helped you get ready, Fezco was annoying Ashtray with his pacing through the house. He sat there at the dining room table and watched his older brother move from the bathroom to his bedroom over and over again. After about an hour, Fezco emerged from his bedroom dressed, beard groomed and gold chain glinting around his neck.
"I look 'ight?" Fezco asked, "Wanna make sure I look good."
Ash shrugged, "I don't think it's gonna matter what you wearin'. Y/N likes you already."
"Just wanna make a good impression." Fezco sighed and moved towards the kitchen where the flowers he bought earlier sat on the counter.
Fezco double-checked himself in the mirror one more time before heading out the door. He placed the flowers gently in the passenger seat before driving the short ten minutes to your house. The entire time he was trying to get his body to relax, but even the blunt he smoked before getting ready wasn't helping with the nerves.
You jumped slightly when you heard a car door close, both you and Maddy rushing towards the window to see Fezco making his way up the driveway.
"Fuck, fuck fuck." You spoke before rushing to slip on your sneakers. "How do I look?"
"Hot as fuck," Maddy smiled, before grabbing her favorite perfume out of her purse. "This will do wonders,"
She sprayed you a couple of times before stepping back. "Perfect."
You heard the sound of the doorbell and felt your stomach do another flip.
"Oh, god. I'm gonna throw up."
"No, you're not. This is Fezco, you're gonna do fine and you're gonna have fun."
You took a couple deep breaths before grabbing your purse and walking out of your bedroom. Maddy stood and watched from a spot in the hallway as you opened the door. The smile that came across your face warmed her heart and made you smile.
Fezco felt his breath halt for a second when he say you, before stepping forward and handing you the flowers, "I-I got these fo you,"
"Oh my god," You took them and brought them to your nose, before looking towards him. "Thank you, Fez."
"You ready?"
You rushed to set the flowers in the kitchen in a vase, before turning back to leave with Fezco. He reached down and grabbed your hand, leading you towards his car. The moment his fingers laced with yours it was like for a second all the nerves slowly went away.
"Was thinkin' maybe we head to the 24-hour diner after the movie? Get some food and whatnot."
You nodded your head, "I'd love that."
Fezco let out a soft breath, "Cool."
As the two of you drove towards the theater it was like conversation happened naturally between the two of you. It was like you got flashes of the kid you knew back in middle school, feeling the ease of being around Fezco. And just like Maddy said, slowly, you realized that you had nothing to worry about after all.
Summary: you don’t feel good so you stay in bed all day with your phone on DND, fez gets worried
warnings: cussing
Today has been an awful day. You don’t know if you’ve caught a cold or if it’s just your allergies acting up, either way, it’s kicking your ass. On top of that, you were on your period, and it’s conveniently so much worse than normal. So needless to say, you haven’t gotten outta bed. Even though you’ve been laying down all day, it’s been very restless for you. You can’t find a comfortable position, and when you do, you automatically have to pee. It got to the point where you damn near wanted to cry, but you finally got up and decided to take some NyQuil. Finally, after some time you felt the sweet release of sleep. You had your phone on do not disturb all day and didn’t realize that you’re sweet boyfriend had been trying to call you and text you to see if you wanted to stay over at his tonight. Fez got extremely worried after he tried to call you for the 8th time and you didn’t pick up. He sent you like, 20 messages and you didn’t respond to any of them. It was nearing 4 p.m. when he finally had enough. He sent a few more messages before deciding to go over to your house to see if you were there.
fezzy<3: where tf are you y/n, im getting worried..
fezzy<3: baby, I’m for real worried, please answer
fezzy<3: im coming over, I really hope you’re at home..
“Ash, I’ll be back.” He told his brother picking up his car keys. “I’m going to see if y/n is at home, she hasn’t answered all day.”
“Fezco, she’s probably just sleeping.” Ash said. Of course he worried about you too but he would never show it.
“I don’t care, im gonna go check on her.” Fez said. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.” Ash replied, going back to the show he was watching.
Fez got in his car and drove to your house. When he arrived, he sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing at the sight of your car. Thank god. He thought to himself. He put his car in park and knocked on your door, praying you would answer.
You got woken up to the sound of someone knocking.
“Uggggh, are you fucking kidding me?” You thought out loud. You slowly and carefully got outta bed so you didn’t trigger your raggedy ass cramps. The knocking still continued. “I’m coming bruh give me a second.” You said, still not entirely sure who would be knocking on your door right now. You opened it to see a worried looking fez and your gaze immediately softened. “Oh, hey, what’s up?” You said to him.
“Where you been at girl?” He asked as his eyes trailed over your body and you realized you looked like you were fresh out of a dumpster.
“Are you feeling okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice as he walked inside your house.
“No, I’m not.” You said sadly. “I haven’t felt good all day.”
“That explains a lot, I was trying to call you all day and I was getting really worried.” He said pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. “I missed you.” He admitted.
“Im sorry I worried you.” You said laying your head on his chest. “I missed you too.”
“Wanna come stay with me tonight?” He asked you.
“I do really want to but I don’t want to get you or ash sick, i don’t know if it’s contagious.” You said.
“Well, I want you to come stay so you should get some stuff ready.” He said kissing you on the top of your head.
“Okay.” You said, going to get an overnight bag.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“Yeah, kinda.” You said putting your stuff in the bag, not forgetting your phone charger and bonnet.
“When we get home I’m gonna make you some food.” He said. “I just want you to lay down and rest, imma take care of you.”
You smiled at him. “You don’t have to do that babe.”
“I know, but I want to.” He said coming up behind you to hug you. He leaned his head on your back. “I missed you so much, don’t ever scare me like that again.”
You laughed. “I’m sorry that me laying in bed and dying is an inconvenience to you.” You said, turning to give him a proper hug.
“Yeah, it sure the fuck is, don’t do it again.” He said in a playful way. “Now come on baby, let me go take care of you.”
“Okay.” You said giving him a kiss before pulling away to grab your bag.
Summary: Just some headcannons of how Fez might be with an innocent reader.
Warnings: Literally none, like one swear word maybe.
A/n: I loved writing this and this was also based on multiple requests!
(I'm dying over this gif)
- Fezco was never allowed to be a kid.
- He had greater responsibilities to deal with from a young age between taking care of his grandma, taking care of Ash, and running a successful drug running business.
- He liked his success but he always felt like something was missing.
- When he met you, he was obsessed. Obsessed by your beauty, your gentleness, the way your eyes lit up when you saw a baby or a small animal. You were so utterly wholesome and he needed and craved you.
- He was a bit worried about how you would act in his world with all of the violence and scary situations. You didn't seem like the type to be able to stomach half of the conversations.
- You would reassure him for days and days on end that he didn't need to push you away just to keep you safe. You didn't mind what he did and you would do anything just to be with him.
- He would say you were a bit ignorant when it came to the nature of his job and the people involved. You liked to play devils advocate and see things from all sides.
- Though he appreciated your kindness and open-mindedness, he worried that it might get you into trouble down the line.
- He didn't want you to think that everyone had a soft side like he did because he didn't want you getting hurt.
- Granted, his soft side really only came out around you.
- You always knew he would protect you no matter what happened, but you knew that he worried about your safety.
- You would try to do everything in your power to keep your head down and not get involved in things that didn't concern you.
- He had told you the stories of Mouse and, specifically, that one night with Rue.
- You saw the fear in his eyes when he told you about him drugging her, how he tried to take advantage of her and Fez had to pay him off.
- That's when you made the decision to stay out of it all together.
- He appreciated your change of heart, feeling better and more comfortable knowing you were safely tucked in his bed the whole time he would have people over for deals.
- You and Ash differed on one thing though and it was constantly an issue that was brought up in the household.
- You hated how quick Ash jumped to judge people and beat the shit out of them. You found yourself sticking up for people that probably shouldn't have your support in the first place.
- Fez and you both knew that Ash would do anything to protect the both of you but sometimes he just went too far for your liking.
- Fez liked how soft you were, finding comfort in your gentle voice. He would lay in your arms for hours just to listen to you speak softly, telling him about your day.
- You contrasted so differently from his day to day life and he realized soon after he met you that you were the thing that was missing from his life. He needed more of you.
- You reminded him that he didn't need to be so tough all the time, that he didn't need to have this short fuse.
- That he could relax for a bit and not focus on all the shitty things that were going on around him.
- You wanted him to have a few minutes a day of just pure calm. Whether it be in your arms, laying next to you in bed, curled up on the couch, or wrapped in each others arms in the shower.
- You stabilized his life a bit, helping him see the good things in the bad, something he never was allowed to do since he was a kid.
I have a part one to this! Also follow all the writers and like and reblog every single one of these fics because they’re amazing!
nsfw alphabet ➵ @sargeant-bxrnes
not so innocent ➵ @eddiesblklvr
summary ➵ some people just don’t understand that cleo’s not one to be fucked with, at all.
green eyes ➵ @iheartlexihoward
summary ➵ you've always liked your friend, fez, a lot more than you could handle. you've just never had the courage to tell him. so when you walk into his store one day and he's with a pretty blonde girl, you do the only thing you can — disappear. but he misses you. too much.
don’t touch my girl ii iii iv v vi ➵ @jeyramarie
summary ➵ you get roped in into a drug deal
hold up ➵ @fezco-youphoria
summary ➵ Tensions rise when Laurie’s men show up at the convenience store unannounced, looking for a payout.
it’s our new thing ➵ @yourwonkywriter
summary ➵ You and Ash find a puppy and try to keep it a secret from your boyfriend
stress and secrets ii iii ➵ @authenticmiya
summary ➵ With everything playing around in Fezcos mind, he didn’t mean to take it out on you. You aren’t so innocent either as Ash makes a big discovery on what you’ve been hiding.
pretty new girl ➵ @withlovealwaysxx
summary ➵ a Euphoria x Shameless crossover fic in which the pretty girl from Illinois meets the pretty gas station drug dealer.
embroidered ➵ @sublimecatgalaxy
summary ➵ The reader has a secret gift for her man, something that she knows will make his head spin.
worried ➵ @fezco-youphoria
summary ➵ You're worried after Fezco comes home with a black eye.
proper orgasm ➵ @iguessweallcrazyithinktho
summary ➵ Can you please write another smutty fez piece but along the lines of the reader has never properly had an orgasm and fez makes it his mission to make sure she does?
since I’ve been loving you ii iii iv ➵ @scarlet-star-witch
summary ➵ The story of how Fez fell in love with his ray of sunshine
rain or shine ➵ @divine17
summary ➵ Would you write a blurb about Fez reacting to his girl asking him silly questions like 'would you still love you if i was a worm' and 'do you think I’m pretty' even tho they have been dating for a while. I feel like Fez would be so confused but sweet at the same time.
yours truly ➵ @seraqx
summary ➵ you’ve known the two boys ever since their grandma was still in business. their family loved you to death, but your heart really belonged to fezco. the two of you have loved each other for as long as you can remember.
fire starter ii ➵ @collecting-stories
summary ➵ You hadn’t intended for anyone to see it but then you were standing in the frozen foods section of the grocery store and there was Ashtray, pocketing some stuff off an end cap, looking down the aisle at you. He was no snitch but Fezco was always the exception and you knew this was definitely something he would relay to his brother. So you chased him out of the grocery store and into the alley before the security guard at the front door grabbed your arm and hauled you back in for suspected shoplifting, Ashtray gone.
when you say nothing at all ➵ @once-upon-an-imagine
summary ➵ Hellooo 👋🏻 So, I want to request something angsty with Fez because I feel like being with him would bring some of that with him dealing and stuff and him being protective of you. Maybe one where Nate has been bothering you and has something he can blackmail you with and Fez obviously knows something is up with you because you’ve been acting differently around him and Fez tries to get it out of you until you finally break. The news makes him angry at Nate for trying to pull something like that and goes to have a “talk” with him. I’m trying to think of the blackmail it can be and all I came up with were photos of you and maybe Nate and you dated in the past and probably still hung up over you over leaving him asdjfkdks idk. You can ignore this if you feel like It’s cringy because I feel like it is 😭 I like protective Fez so much 💜
the joker and the queen ➵ @glittersandsourcherries
summary ➵ Since you met him at that party, you didn’t want to look at anything else
the last time ➵ @once-upon-an-imagine
summary ➵ You and Fez rarely fought. Scratch that. You and Fez never fought. It might sound like a lie, but it wasn’t. You obviously sometimes didn’t agree on things or had small arguments. But you had never really had a fight like you’ve heard other people in relationships have. Like the ones where both of you are yelling at each other, or you stop talking for days. Or throw things at each other as your parents used to do whenever they fought. So no, you could honestly say you and Fez had never had a fight. Until now.
picket fence ➵ @hellbound-bunny
summary ➵ a look back into Fez allowing himself to love.
calculated risk ➵ @wanda-bucky-steve 
summary ➵ y/n Jacobs comes from a messed up family, a family that values their appearance a bit too much at times so she's always had to be perfect, a good girl, her risks always calculated, that is until she meets a sweet drug dealer called Fezco who shows her she doesn't have to be what everyone else wants her to be, she should just be herself; a ray of sunshine in this dark world, his sunshine.
five senses ➵ @irrelevantwriter
summary ➵ all the five senses with Fez
eye for an eye ➵ @glittersandsourcherries
summary ➵ Cal Jacobs is out for revenge and so are you
past the castle walls ➵ @unhoelyplaces
summary ➵ In which Fezco will take you however he can get you.
happy new year playboy ➵ @glittersandsourcherries
summary ➵ You watch your boyfriend beat Nate to a pulp
New Years chaos ➵ @jeyramarie
summary ➵ you see your ex again
somewhere in between ➵ @spideeysense
summary ➵ could you please do a fez x reader of the reader always liking fez but never saying anything because she just thought he would never like her and wasn’t his type. he looked at her like a sister.. she goes to the new year’s eve party and is sitting at the couch and listens & watches to fez and lexie interact and it all gets upset and cries.. and you can decide what to do with rest?? I love angst
one last thing ➵ @divine17
summary ➵ Hi! Would you write something where fezco takes care of the reader after she drinks too much at a party?
relapse ➵ @leahsficemporium
summary ➵ I adore Fezco and I really wanted to write something in honor of the season 2 finale. It’s almost poetic that he be my first. Any tips would be helpful!
short skirt ➵ @iguessweallcrazyithinktho
summary ➵ 30 and 47 for Fez please?
my boys ii ➵ @sublimecatgalaxy
summary ➵ Ashtray's had a hard life and Fezco's girlfriend, Y/n, is well aware. It's safe to say she took Ashtray under her wing and he never really told her how much he appreciates her. But all it takes is one word and she knows.
drunk high and oblivious ➵ @bubblegumspacebxtch
summary ➵ not really a summary but the party scene in this imagine draws much inspo from Euphoria season 2 episode 1, specifically the New Year's Eve party. take note tho that this imagine is not set during that time
hungover and lovesick ➵ @bubblegumspacebxtch
summary ➵ hi!! so here's part 2 of Drunk, High, and Oblivious and it's based on this prompt so thank you to anon who sent it. i haven't written smut in a hot minute so hope ya'll like this one.
shades of cool ➵ @fezco-youphoria
summary ➵ Fez acts tough while he's doing business, but he becomes a big old softie when it's just the two of you.
teacher ii ➵ @ravewood
summary ➵ being ashes teacher and meeting fezco
black lingerie ➵ @iguessweallcrazyithinktho
summary ➵ Could you please write a super smutty fic for Fez? Maybe along the lines of Fez buying the reader lingerie/expensive jewellery for her to wear for him? I can just imagine him worshiping the reader 🤤
unexpected high ➵ @applepiewinchesters
summary ➵ In which you, Fezco's girlfriend, were the one at his place the night Mouse showed up with fentanyl, not Rue.
soul sucker ➵ @superhoeva
summary ➵ you help fez feel better.
spellbound ➵ @superhoeva
summary ➵ you and your fezzy share a moment at a party
father to be ➵ @lostaurorax
summary ➵ hi my babies!!!! this is my first time writing for fez or anyone on euphoria!! i was super nervous but am honestly so proud of how this came out!!!!! i love fez so why not write him as a sweet first time daddy to be!!!☺️ i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! i love you all hope your staying healthy and safe!!! <3
moth to a flame ➵ @zstrn
summary ➵ Helloo, Can u do a fez x reader where they haven been broken up for like about 2 months and fez is like a mess drinking and stuffs like that, cause the break up was like his fault maybe she caught him kissing a girl or something (obviously the girl kissed him first but y/n didn’t saw that)
break up, make up, whatever ➵ @spideeysense
summary ➵ heyy babesss, can you please do a fezco x reader where he breaks uk with her because he’s scared that his job can put her in danger. so like yea she’s been really upset and maddie convinced her to go the the new year’s eve party and she shows uk looking sexy as fuckkk, but see fez getting close with lexi and she feels like her heart breaks again and gets all insecure (you can decide the ending) <3 tysm bae - Anonymous
trust the dealer ➵ @bubblegumspacebxtch
summary ➵ not really a summary but this takes place during Euphoria season 1 episode 6, the Halloween party scene
party flavor ➵ @glittersandsourcherries
summary ➵ You visit Rue for the holidays and ends up tangled with her dealer friend
angel ➵ @cosmicloki
summary ➵ fez truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve such a beautiful and good peson like you in his life, and when he sees you arrive at his house looking like a broken mess, it makes him believe even more strongly in the theory that you are actually an angel in disguise.
better man ➵ @glittersandsourcherries
summary ➵ Following your and Nate’s breakup, you are left to deal with the aftermath
the time you belonged to me ➵ @glodessa
summary ➵ You and Fez were meant for each other, but a sudden disappearance followed by an awkward run-in months later made both of you think back to the most magical summer you’ve had and the things you lost forever now.
the gold around your neck ➵ @glittersandsourcherries
summary ➵ You wear Fez’s initial on a chain around your neck
two clear plastic umbrellas ➵ @bingoboingobongo
summary ➵ Fezco reminisces about his history with her, and everything their relationship means to him.
romeo and juliet ➵ @bingoboingobongo
summary ➵ Fezco sees her at his store for the first time, and he can’t help but let himself fall in love.
→ Here you will find all works dedicated to and about Euphoria’s [FEZCO]
exes • in which you share a conversation with your ex.
stomach • HEADCANON form in which the end of your relationship already feels unfinished but turns for the worse when you go missing.
addicted • a requested blurb in which you and fez share an intimate night and you ghost him, so he pulls up on you.
summer • a blurb consisting of other characters where something has invaded your house due to fez’s carelessness.
mask on, mask off? • part of my October prompts series in which fez is shook by what you’ve done to your face.
besties can be cuffed up for the winter szn too • part of my December prompts written in HEADCANON form in which you invite fez to your godparents ranch for some relief away from the city life.
beautiful life • a mini fic in which you tag along with fez to do a drop off, which leads to you two sharing a bed.
out of time • a fic in which you return to California for a mini trip for New Years with your new boyfriend (and friends) where you and fez both come to terms with how time may or may not change where you both stand.
backseat • a REQUESTED fic based on s2e1 in which your New Years sums up what the rest of the year might look like.
what it is • a REQUESTED fic based in season 2 in which we learn about fez’s adopted sister Vori, her relationship with Cassie, and her untimely death.
meagan good • a requested short fic in which you and fez are exes and you see him at the New Year’s Eve party having a good time with Lexi.
I don’t mind • a requested fic in which reader and faye both rub each other the wrong way and fez doesn’t grasp why this is a big deal.
upgrade ya • a requested piece in which reader is a high maintenance gf to fez (who slightly stresses him out) while also being Maddy’s bestie.
jule • a requested headcanon in which you’re confused on why fez says Jules’ name the way that he does.
don’t touch my hair • a requested piece written in HEADCANON form in which fez gets too handsy during one of your freaky sessions.
hollow • a fez x oc (Valli) sibling x ashtray continuation piece? that follows the events of season two’s finale. Warning: get your tissues ready!
TRES • a small requested piece about fez attempting to tame his dramatic gf.
dopamine • a October prompt in which fez visits you on campus for the weekend so you can do couple things.
it’s your boyfriend’s birthday, and being the workaholic he is, you knew he would not care about it, which is why you gathered his closest friends and planned something for him.
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: smut included! vaginal and oral sex, pet names, extremely horny & touch deprived wonwoo, unprotected sex.
⠀ ⟢ boyfriend!wonwoo x girlfriend!reader ⠀⠀—⠀⠀𝗪𝗖: 1,268
it’s been a few days since you’ve made preparations for this. your boyfriend’s birthday was something you were constantly excited for, and though he did not share your feelings regarding what he saw as a day like the others, you at least wanted to make him feel special. you have been surprising him for the past three years that you have known eachother but this year was different; you were his and he was yours.
as you placed the candles on the cake you had made yourself, not sure if it tasted good as it was your first time baking—with your bestfriend’s help—you gathered everyone in a corner of the living room and silenced them, signaling that he would soon be home. you felt a knot grow in your stomach as you heard keys at the front door, eager to get his reaction on camera.
as the wooden door opens wide, revealing a tall figure you assumed was the person you were all waiting for, you all busted out of your hiding place, screaming a loud “happy birthday!” that caused him to flinch. a cheeky smile grew on his face as he threw his belongings on the couch, immediately pulling you into an embrace.
he placed his hands on your waist, drawing you closer to him before he smashed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately, not caring about the eyes that were on you. as you pulled away with a redish tint on your cheeks, a little embarrassed your friends had to see that, you ran into the kitchen to grab the cake, lighting the candles and holding it in front of him.
wonwoo bent over to blow the candles, earning claps and cheers from everyone. as the hours passed by, he got spoiled with gifts and heartwarming words from his friends, constantly stealing glances at you. your beauty truly captivated him, he wondered how he was able to make you fall for him, to make you his.
his gaze occasionally trailed down your body, the white floral dress you were wearing enveloped your curves so well, he couldn't resist the urge to take it off you. when he caught himself staring too hard and trailing off to his dirty thoughts, he would look away and clear his throat, wondering when the party was going to end.
“okay, it's time to reveal the big surprise.” you said, catching everyone's attention. with an envelope in hand, you smiled widely, staring into your boyfriend's eyes. “since you have been very busy with work and barely had time for any of us, we managed to contact your manager and secure two days off your schedule.” you began, clearing your throat as you handed him the paper in your hands.
“for those two days, we booked a trip to jeju island for everyone in this room, so we can all relive our college memories. plus, it'll be the perfect opportunity for you to t—” you had barely finished your sentence before wonwoo pulled you into a kiss. it was a little more needy than the last one, but you were sure the others didn't realize that as they only cheered.
you smiled in the kiss before he pulled away. “you all are so sweet, thank you.” he spoke, facing his friends as he stood beside you, his hand making their way down your back and resting on your ass, squeezing them. you bit your lip, trying to contain your moans.
he was quick to stop in his actions when hoshi wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him to the corner as he rambled about getting his revenge on monopoly. you let out a sigh, grateful for him.
“thank you all for coming!” he exclaimed, walking your shared friends to the door, smiling at them as he watched them cross the door, shortly shutting it after them before turning to you with lust in his eyes.
getting thrown on the bed was something you did not expect from him, especially after he had been so gentle. you looked up at his lustful figure as he hovered over you, your hands on his bare chest and your lips intertwining with one another. he adored the taste of your lips, the way your body twitched at his touch and the long sighs you let out as his hand made its way down your body, stopping at your wet panties and rubbing your clothed clit.
the both of you have not had sex for a few days now, and he would be a liar if he ever said he did not miss it—no—if he did not miss you. he drew circles on your clit, your hips moving along to the movement of his hand, your desperation to feel satisfied taking over your body. his free hand made its way to your bra, squeezing your breasts as he placed soft kisses on your stomach. you moaned softly as the placement of his lips got lower.
he used his fingers to push your underwear to the side, kissing your swollen and dripping wet cunt, before he began sucking it, slowly sliding his tongue in and out, tongue fucking you until you begged. “wonwoo.... p..please...” you whispered, your head throwed back as you gripped and pulled his hair, “tell me what you want, baby. tell me and i'll give it to you.” he mumbled against your cunt, the vibration of his voice sending chills down your spine and bringing you close to your release. “i...i want you to f..fuck me...” you mumbled, your grasp on his hair tightening.
you let out a long sigh as he licked it one last time, his lips immediately finding yours. “i missed you so much, baby.” he uttered between kisses, moving his hips against you, his hardened cock coming in contact with your cunt. he took your hand in his and dragged it all the way down to his crotch, “can you feel what you do to me?” he questioned, slowly moving your hand and groaning.
“wonwoo.....” you exhaled, feeling his cock twitch at your touch. the now overstimulated man backed away from you, removing and tossing his boxers aside, his shaft pouncing out of the fabric. you bit your lip as you watched him hover back over you, your hands immediately resting on his shoulders as he aligned his length with your entrance, rubbing its tip on your clit before inserting it in, a loud gasp escaping from his mouth at how tight you were around him.
“fuck, y/n. you're so tight for me....” he grunted, slowly thrusting into you and sucking on your neck, making sure everyone who would dare look at you saw his marks. your sighs turned into whines, hating the way he went slowly when all you wanted was the aggressiveness he displayed in the beginning. you started slapping your hips on his, setting the pace and moaning louder at each thrust.
he smiled at your neediness and held you down, “let me satisfy your needs, my love.” he spoke, shoving his dick deeper, faster and harder, just like you wanted. “oh...oh my god....wonwoo! i'm so close...” you screamed, your back arching and your nails digging deep into his shoulders. he hummed, watching as your breasts bounced beneath him, completely hypnotized by their movements.
the both of you came together and he fell on top of you, enjoying laying on your chest as you played with his hair. “i love you baby, thank you for today.” he said, moving a little higher to place a peck on your lips.
“i love you too wonwoo, happy birthday.”
dividers by @/cafekitsune & @/saradika-graphic, moodboard by @/awwriri - felt a little emotional while writing this LOL and this was supposed to be posted earlier but i got busy :/ anyways happy (belated) birthday to wonwoo!!!! hope you enjoyed, mwa mwa mwa <3
OH MY GOD HI!!! PLEASE THINK ABOUT THIS WITH ME BECAUSE I'M GOING CRAZY: https://x.com/kinulta/status/1758079004891119867?t=gqoiVpFsS-sWDhu2m910jw&s=19
this is SO woozi... he hasn't touched you properly for exactly 2 weeks and you are so so needy... so on a normal day at the studio you go to check it out if he is eating, he simply decides to take a break. he sits with you on the couch, talks a little, until kisses automatically appear. at first, small kisses with smiles on both sides, but everything goes wrong when he puts you on his lap. the pink mouth attacking yours and you can't hold back, letting out a soft moan between the contact. you want him SO MUCH, but you don't force him to do anything or demand anything from him, because you know how busy he is. HOWEVER, he surprises you when he takes out his own cell phone and starts recording a video. you find it strange, but then you understand the real function. he asks you to sit on the floor, so that the camera captures his pretty face well ☝🏻 and his only demand is that you stay quiet. nothing else. like a good girl you obey. you're still so turned on and you only realize how much when he has his fingers in you and his hand over your mouth, working to really keep you still. the little body that hasn't felt this for so many days is overloaded and that's why you cum faster than normal, letting a squeaky, sly noise leave your lips when the orgasm comes... and you think he'll probably finish and go back to work, but once again he surprises you by continuing to play with your sensitive clit and your intimacy, It's SO MUCH, your legs are shaking nonstop and you you can hear the wet noises throughout the studio. you know it’s too much but you still leave him there because you know he probably needed it more than you did and only after the fourth orgasm does he stop, you're exhausted and he hasn't used anything other than his fingers. your mind is blank and you desperately need a hug... he kisses your forehead and fixes your hair, saying that you are a good girl and obeyed him just as he asked. so he stops the recording and whether he'll fuck you afterwards or not... it's up to you, love
please please please please PLEASE
ఇ woozi and gn!reader (mentions of a clit and vagninal insertion!)
ఇ warnings: smut! not proofread! implied squirting maybe? as usually i do not know how to end things so abrupt ending :(
ఇ wc: 2,052
ఇ notes: baby you basically wrote this yourself!! i hope this is okay and im so sorry it’s taken me forever to get it out! ♡︎
weeks. it had been weeks since you last properly saw him, let alone touched him. it was becoming a problem, a very difficult and needy problem. however you had come to the conclusion that you can’t be too upset with him, as your job has kept you away from home just as much as his.
it wasn’t until you had a day off that you had reached your breaking point. you had to see him, today. sitting on your couch all day just waiting for the hours to tick by so you could catch a glimpse of your lover. it was around 7:00 pm when you had given in to your curiosities and decided to go see him yourself.
throwing on a hoodie you grab your essentials and order a taxi. anxiety and anticipation rumble in your tummy, almost bubbling over, along the way. questions bouncing all over your brain. has he been eating? does he rest properly? as you continue thinking the worst your taxi pulls up beside an all too familiar building. you jump out, tip the driver and make your way upstairs, muscle memory taking over.
once you get to where you need to be you hesitantly knock on the door before opening it, briefly exposing his studio to the outside world. “hello,” you call out, softly, only to make your presence known “is anyone here?”
you can hear the sound of keys clacking as you move farther into the room. once you’ve made it far enough in you shyly clear your throat, trying to get his attention, again. this time he reacts to you, jumping slightly before turning his neck to see how has interrupted his brainstorming. “oh,” he exclaims “babe, what are you doing here?” he’s not able to hide his excitement as his smile grows wide on his face.
he moves over to you and embraces you tightly. “is this mine,” he asks tugging at the hem of the hoodie you’re wearing. you laugh and nod, mumbling something about how it smells like him and whatnot. the sound of your laugh gets his heart racing and has the tips of his ears burning red at record speed. he’s missed you, that much you can clearly tell.
you lean in to his touch, nuzzling your head into his neck, leaving small pecks. “missed you. missed you a lot, ji” you sigh, finally letting your body relax against his. he hums as he rubs your back. after standing in the middle of his studio for a solid five minutes, muttering “missed you”’s and “i love you”’s to one another, woozi takes your hand and leads you to the couch he has, off to the side, for late nights.
once he’s sat on the cushions he pulls you down, onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you in place. he’s rocking you back and forth as you both catch up on the activities and work that’s kept you from each other. “it sucks,” you pout “hate that you’re so good at what you do. it keeps you away from home too much”. he knows you only mildly mean it, knows you’re just being needy and pouty so he lets it go.
you sigh and lean back in to him as he begins to rub soothing circles on your hips, before tapping his fingers to create a beat in his mind. you turn your head into his neck and leave small kisses there, trying to divert his attention away from work and back to you. “ji,” you voice comes out breathy, needy “missed you,” you say it again, batting your eyelashes at him, hoping he catches on this time. he laughs at your failed attempt at nonchalance before adjusting the both of you, so he can plant kisses on your face, your nose, your eyes, your ears, your neck, anywhere he’s able to reach.
woozi lifts your chin and leans in to give you a soft kiss on your lips. you sigh into the kiss, reaching up to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, gently massaging his scalp. after a few minutes of soft kisses and taking small breathers, woozi leans in to give you a deep, longing, kiss. catching you off guard, you let out a small moan and let your hips lift off of his lap a little, signaling that your neediness is almost to the point of uncontrollable. woozi smiles into the kiss and deepens it even further. “be good for me,” he nips at your bottom lip “okay, baby?”
you nod frantically, waiting for instruction. woozi moves you to his side, placing you on the couch directly. you begin to pout before realizing woozi has gotten up and placed his phone on the counter in front of you, making sure it’s able to capture the couch and anything that might happen there. he looks at you, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. you nod before opening your mouth “yes, it’s okay, want it”. you weren’t quite sure what it was, but you’re hoping to find out soon.
woozi makes his way back to the couch, and you. sitting himself back in the spot he had vacated earlier, he motions for you to place yourself back on his lap. you quickly do as instructed. as you take your seat, you can feel the beginning of his excitement starting to grow. once nestled back in his lap you begin to move your hips slowly, looking back to see his reaction. woozi has his head tilted back, neck pressed against the head rest of the couch. he slowly lifts his head, bringing his hands to your hips to halt your movements. “said you’d be good, remember,” he questions, cocking an eyebrow. you let out a small “yes” before facing forward. “good baby,” he mutters, leaning forward to kiss your neck “now, i need you to be so quiet, okay”. he’s bringing his hands down to the hem of the hoodie you’re wearing and dragging his fingers up the length of your thigh, all the way to your panties. your breath catches in your throat, it’s been weeks without his touch and the gentle way he’s handling you know is driving you insane. the slow pace that he’s going causes your frustrated hips to push up, wanting to force him into applying pressure, but he’s not ready for that yet.
removing his hand from your panties, woozi moves to remove your hoodie, leaving you only in your undies. the cool air in the studio creates chills all over your skin and you arch your back at the feeling. woozi puts his hand back where it had originally been, against your core. he can feel the heat through the thin fabric of you panties. “needy, huh” he asks, knowing damn well he was just as needy as you. “yes, ji” you confirm “i’m so needy for you. i’ve missed you so much, it’s been hell without you there to take care of me.”
woozi nods in agreement, it’s been hell for him without you too, but now’s not the time to discuss that. he pushes the center of your panties to the side, sliding his fingers through your warm slick. you sigh and throw your head back against his shoulder, reaching down to steady yourself against his wrist. “feel good,” he questions, lips pressed against the side of your head in a small kiss. you nod, letting out a whiny “uh-huh”. he continues to softly get his finger wet, teasing you along the way.
once he’s deemed his fingers wet enough he inserts two at once, scissoring them in order to give you a good stretch. you bite your lip, remembering your vow of silence. your breaths come out in heavy puffs as you try not to moan. he continues to stretch you for just a bit longer before he’s inserting another finger and moving at a slightly faster pace. his fingers hit deep inside you and do wonders to fill you to the brim. your chest is heaving at your nearing climax. woozi knows you’re close by the small squeaking noises you’re making. he moves his fingers faster, adjusting his wrist so his fingers hit the deepest part inside of you, knowing it drives you mad. your back is arching off of his chest as he catapults you into your orgasm. “so good baby,” he’s whispering “so hot, want you to cum just like this. cum all over my fingers baby,” and at his command you do such. your eyes roll back and your mouth is open in a silent scream as woozi continues to move his fingers inside of you, helping you to ride out your high.
your body is so exhausted the it slumps against woozi, sliding down on to the ground in front of the couch. realizing he isn’t finished with you, woozi leans forward spreading your knees baring them to his phone, who’s camera is still recording. you bend your neck to look up at him. he leans down, giving you a kiss before reaching down to slide your panties off of you completely. once he’s removed the garment he places a finger against your core, teasing your clit. you groan and toss your head back, resting against his knee. “quiet baby,” he warns, placing his free hand over your mouth. the fingers on his other hand begin rubbing harsher circles against you. he continues alternating between gentle and harsh touches before he inserts them again. it doesn’t take much for you to be launched into your second and third consecutive orgasms.
he removes his hand from your core and places his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. his other hand has moved from you mouth to your head, petting you softly as you pant. woozi removes his fingers from his mouth and holds your chin so he can make eye contact with you. “one more baby, okay,” he asks gently, knowing it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with one another. you lazily nod your head and lean your cheek against his thigh, turning every once and a while to leave a kiss or love bite.
woozi reaches down again, this time without restraint. he knows that if it’s going to be the last time you cum tonight he will make it the best. he’s moving his fingers at lightning speed, eliciting loud groans and whines from you. as he previously did before, he reaches his other hand up to your mouth, only this time pushing his two middle fingers in your mouth and down your throat. the fingers on your clit continue moving faster and harder throwing you to the brink of orgasm in seconds. your back is arched to a point that worries woozi, but be doesn’t dare stop. the wet, squelching sounds that are coming from you would normally embarrass you, but you feel like you’re experiencing everything out of body at the moment. tears and drool are running down your face as your pleasure reaches an almost fever pitch. woozi finally feels he needs to show you some mercy and pinches your clit in between his rubs.
your eyes cross one last time, as you are thrashing against woozi’s body. your thighs are shaking so violently you are certain you won’t be able to use them for days. a heat forms in your gut as you approach your climax and when it hits you see white, tossing your head back, the fingers in your mouth do little to muffle your screams and cries. woozi’s fingers continue to work at your core, gently swiping your clit every so often, making sure to rub the clear slick, pouring out of you, everywhere he can.
once you’ve gotten through your high, woozi kisses your head, pets your sides and rocks you back and forth “you did so good,” he whispers in your ear. “i’m so proud of you, what a good baby,” he kisses your eyes and your nose before giving you a sweet kiss on the lips. you moan into the kiss and look up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. “ji,” you whimper, letting him know you’re not finished. “i know baby,” he smiles “i’m not done either,”
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