Pairing: Jang Wooyoung x UndergroundGirlGroup!Reader
Requested by anon: Hello! May I request a part 2 to Wooyoung's Girl Group entry? The survival show is approaching its end. It's done surprisingly well, inspiring interest and intrigue in the participants. Wooyoung is pleased that his S/O and her groupmates have gained more fans thanks to their stint as mentors. (The veteran fans have made a game of "Where's Wooyoung" as he's constantly been spotted during the show.) Y/N informs him that the showrunners have asked her and her groupmates to perform on a special before the finale. Wooyoung proceeds to be the hype man of the century the group's first-ever widely-seen performance. On performance day, Wooyoung is among an ocean of the group's fans. (The rest of 2PM is also there.) When Y/N and her group take the stage, Wooyoung sees why their fanbase loves them so much. (The special becomes the party event of the season as everyone sings and dances along.) Thanks!
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 0.9k words
A/n: guess who got their first ever job as a third grade teacher! also, will be working on requests as much as possible to be more consistent with posting. i know i've said that before but, hopefully third times a charm as long as i have something to keep my focus while writing... this imagine is based off of this reaction and this headcanon.
Tunes: we were liars. just started watching it earlier this week and i be hooked. i have also read the book....and i'm still reading a little life.
“Would you all be willing to perform as a group for the opening and closing of the final shoot? It would really be nice to have you all perform seeing as the comeback has been confirmed and many of the contestants and viewers are fans of yours, don’t you think?” one of the producers of the show mentioned during the final meeting you would all be having regarding formal briefings.
You blink –once, twice– before sitting up and looking directly into the producer's eyes, “Did Wooyoung put you up to this?”
“Huh?”
You raised an eyebrow at him. It is no secret that your boyfriend regularly made appearances at the live shows where the different groups of the week were performing for the public. It had become a game among veteran fans and newer fans of yours to look through the crowds to find Wooyoung, both in person and in the scenes of the episode. Not that Wooyoung seemed to mind since he would immediately start fanboying with your fans, shouting lyrics and fanchants alike at the top of his lungs all while coming up with choreography on the spot.
“Well…he didn’t ask but he somehow did get viewers to band together and ask for it. But that’s besides the point. Would you guys be willing to perform?”
Giving a nod and a promise to solidify the performance once all of your groupmates agree, the meeting ends and each of you are free to go for the evening. Small talk with the other mentors ensues as you all leave the conference room before going your own way for the weekend. Once inside your car, you let out a sigh as you looked at your phone for the first time all evening and sent a quick text to Wooyoung saying you were on your way home.
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The smell of food instantly hit your nose as soon as you opened the front door of your shared home, making you smile and chuckle as you heard your stomach growl.
“Someone’s hungry,” Wooyoung greeted. “Did they not feed you at the meeting?”
“Just some little appetizers but nothing filling for how long the meeting was.”
He nodded, “Well, good thing the food pretty much just got here.”
Toeing off your shoes, you followed him into the house and hummed in delight once you saw the food already on the table, waiting to be devoured. You told Wooyougn about the meeting in between bites, something that clearly grabbed his attention as he got excited about the group performance you were talking about.
“You guys have to do it,” he interrupted. “You guys have to do it. You can’t tell me and then don't do it.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, promising him that you would send them a text in the morning to discuss the performance. Finishing dinner, you both mess around whilst doing your nightly skincare routines before calling it night…or at least trying to before Wooyoung got a bit cheeky.
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“We’re gonna be late!” Wooyoung shouted at his group members who were practically dragging their feet inside his home. They had all agreed to meet up at his house, something Wooyoung was starting to regret having them all meet here due to the foolishness he was seeing that was making them run late. “If we’re late, I will never forgive any of you!”
Nichkhun threw his head back and laughed as he tried to get Junho and Taecyeon to stop trying to arm wrestle –lest it cause another broken arm and then they’re really late. Minjun was busy checking his hair in a mirror and Changsub was standing by the door, probably more annoyed that they hadn’t left already than Wooyoung.
Bickering, they all left, cramming into an awaiting SUV as they made their way to the venue making guesses about what the setlist could possibly look like. Once they arrived, they were quick to flock towards the awaiting fans who were just as eager to see your group perform. The eagerness, however, quickly turned into teasing as they saw Wooyoung arrive. That teasing became a frenzy as people took pictures of him and with him, wanting to prove that they had found your boyfriend in the crowd way before he was even recorded by any of the cameras.
As they mingled around the crowd, they all took note of the way everyone already present was buzzing with excitement and barely contained anticipation for the performance that was to come. More and more fans started entering the area and before long, the lights began to dim symbolling the start of the show. When the first strums the guitars began the cheering started immediately and did not end until the end of the entire set.
From your spot on the stage you had a perfect view of him in the crowd singing every single lyric and fan chant simultaneously. His energy seemed to spread to the immediate people around him, spreading further and further and further and further— Chansung caught your eyes next, a knowing look on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows, having seen the look that crossed your face as soon as you had seen your love. And judging by the looks on not only the looks on the other members’ faces, but also some of the fans who stopped their fan chants to make faces akin to those people make when they’ve seen something so adorable their muscles are no longer being controlled by their brains before continuing after giving the people closest to them looks.
Safe to say that once the episode aired everyone was thanking the camera men who knew the exact moment on when to pan to both of your faces. And there was no shortage of edits from that night.
Requested by anon: Hi! 🤗 I absolutely LOVED your first time smut with Taecyeon (I re-read it often) and was wondering if you could please write something similar for Nichkhun. Please know that you and your amazing works are appreciated and thank you in advance! ❤️
Genre: NSFW
Warnings: first time (together), p-in-v, unprotected sex, soft sex (???), porn without plot, fingering, creampie etc.
Word Count: 1,205 words
A/n: *deep sigh* i can't tell if i'm getting my writing mojo back or if the fact that i'm writing while watching a show is making this easier to do. hopefully the wait was worth it for all of these requests because some of these have sitting in my inbox for a month... i am not proud of that fact
Tunes: criminal minds
You hummed in delight as you felt Nichkhun’s lips start to travel down your neck, hands running back and forth along your thighs, not quite having the courage to slip under the fabric of your golfing skirt. It was a common occurrence these days. The two of you would go back to one of your home’s after a date, get into a very heated makeout session bordering on turning into sex, only for him to shy away. Quite frankly, you were getting tired of it - and knew he was too. Having to leave your apartment or you leaving his without either of you getting any for sexual satisfaction had happened one too many times and you were not going to let it happen again.
Right as you felt his hands beginning to retreat you moved yours from around his neck down to grab his wrist keeping them in place. He pulled away from your neck, nose running up the side of your neck causing an involuntary moan to slip past your lips, your hips grinding down onto his crotch as he ground up, hot breath fanning against your skin.
“Don’t stop,” you whispered, bending down and biting his ear lobe. “Please don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, gently pushing you away to look you directly in the eye - needing the confirmation before either of you proceeded any further. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
In that second, the lust slipped away allowing reason to take over. It was your apartment and you sure as hell did not have any condoms laying around either. But you were on a pill.
“I’m on a pill,” you responded. “Please?”
Nichkhun’s lips connect with yours again, his hands pushing the fabric of your skirt up higher, fingers hooking around the waistband of your underwear; tugging on it gently. You lifted your hips, letting your own hand wander down his chest, only stopping once you reached the distinct bulge in his khakis, palming through the fabric as he pulled the dampened fabric of your underwear to the side and slid a finger along your folds, collecting the wetness that was only growing more noticeable with each kiss and touch from either of you.
As he rubbed you, your hands undid the belt and buttons of his pants immediately feeling the intense heat coming from him before you slipped your hand under the waistband of his briefs, taking hold of him and pumping him as best as you could given the confines of the black fabric covering him. Without any notice, two of his fingers slippers into you, fingering you slowly as you moaned, head falling to his neck. You managed to pull him out of his briefs, pumping him much more freely as you each of Nichkhun’s movements with one of your own from your hips. His thumbs pressed against your clit, beginning to rub against it as he inserted another finger, smiling against your skin as he felt your teeth graze against his skin before biting him.
Nichkhun could feel you clenching around his finger, your walls fluttering more and frequently as your moans also began to get loud and deeper. Your thighs began shaking, your hand tightening around his dick as your walls pulsed around him beautifully.
“There you go,” he grunted. “You liked that didn’t you?”
You hummed, moving away from him after a moment of rest once his fingers had left you, hands tapping against your hips and helping you off him enough for him to push his khakis and briefs down before bringing you back over him. His fingers moved nimbly back to your underwear, moving them to the side as he aligned himself with you, running his head back and forth along your slick much like he had with his fingers only minutes ago.
He raised his eyes to look at yours, lips moving as he asked you for the second time that night, “Are you sure you want this? Want us to do this now?”
Your hands went to his face, cupping it as you leaned forward pressing your lips to his, “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this.”
His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation – unsureness — finding none as he leaned forward kissing you, whilst realigning himself, a hand going to your hips, pushing you gently to move down, sink down onto him, letting him feel you around him.
You didn’t need to be prompted twice, sinking down onto him as quickly as you could, moaning as you felt him stretch and fill you up in a way you hadn’t felt before. His cock felt delicious inside you, touching depths you hadn’t realized could be touched. You began rocking your hips, having adjusted to his size and signaling for him to begin moving himself. He didn’t have to be prompted twice either, instantly thrusting upwards, hands going to your hip and helping you match a pace he was starting to set.
With each thrust, you felt him kissing areas you didn’t know could be felt within you. His hands moved to your ass groping it harshly before deliver a slap to it, eliciting a deep moan from you – and him – as you rocked forward involuntarily causing him to hit a new spot within that you noted would more than likely have you shaking in your lover’s arms if hit repeated. Nichkhun’s hands quickly moved to your sleeveless polo, unzipping the quarter length zipper and grunting in annoyance as he realized it didn’t go all the way down. Gripping the now open fabric, he gave a rough pull in opposite directions, ripping the shirt with no effort, hands letting go immediately and moving to undo your bra’s clasp, ripping it away immediately and latching onto your right breast, tongue pressing and flicking your nipple while it’s twin received attention from his left hand.
“Oh god!” you moaned. “You owe me a new shirt. I just got that one.”
He hummed, letting your breast go and angling his head to look at you, hips not stopping from thrusting into you at any point.
“I’ll buy you anything you want, Baby,” he moaned, quickening his pace. “Just cum for me.”
He angled his hips in a different way, holding yours in place as he thrusted up into you hitting the exact same spot he’d hit earlier that you knew would have you crumbling. It only took a few more thrusts before you lurched forward thighs shaking as your toes curled in pleasure, mouth open with soft whines leaving it.
Nichkhun was no better. The moment your walls began clenching and fluttering around him, he knew he was goner. He came hard, painting your insides with white as he groaned, riding you both through your orgasms, slowing down as you began humming. He pulled out, quickly placing his hand at your entrance catching his seed that wasted no time in falling out.
“Do you want a bath to clean up?” he asked softly, kissing your collarbone in the process. “Water? Something to eat?”
You shook your head, placing it on his shoulder for a split second before moving and licking up his neck, feeling him shiver.
