Summary: bold Woo-jin and sweet Geon-woo compete for your heart with relentless teasing, only to be left flustered when you flip the game on them.
Woo-jin x reader, Geon-woo x reader
A/N: BOAF? BOTH!
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It starts with Woo-jin smirking.
That should’ve been your first warning. Smirking meant he was planning something.
He always got this smug, satisfied look right before he did something reckless. Like offering to spar with a guy twice his size. Or throwing himself in front of a punch meant for Geon-woo. Or—
“Y/N,” he says, voice far too casual. “Can I ask you something?”
You turn from where you’re watching Geon-woo do pushups, a towel slung over your shoulder. The gym smells like sweat and victory. Woo-jin leans against the wall, arms crossed, all muscles and mischief.
“Depends,” you say. “Is it something dumb?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
You narrow your eyes.
“…Fine. Ask.”
He leans in. “Do you think Geon-woo blushes when you touch him?”
You blink. “What?”
“I’ve seen it. That’s why he flinches every time you pat his shoulder.”
“I do not—!” Geon-woo protests from the floor, pausing mid push-up, his face already turning pink.
“Oh my God,” you mutter, covering your face. “You’re both insane.”
It’s been like this for weeks.
You’re not even sure when it started—maybe the day you joined the gym with them, hoping to get stronger, just like they promised they’d help you. Maybe it started when Woo-jin winked at you after a sparring match. Maybe it started when Geon-woo stayed behind to walk you home that one rainy night, barely speaking, ears red the whole time.
But now?
Now it’s just constant.
It’s not that you don’t like it.
It’s just that—they’re both so much.
Woo-jin is all confident smirks, teasing, leaning into your space, saying things like:
“If you keep staring at my abs, I’m gonna start charging you.”
And then Geon-woo, sweet sunshine Geon-woo, just dies every time Woo-jin says something inappropriate. He’ll mutter, “Don’t say stuff like that,” and then glance at you like he’s worried you’ll be offended, or worse—disappointed in him.
Which only makes your heart flutter worse.
Because you’re not.
One afternoon, you’re eating tteokbokki together after training. You’re in the middle of a story about your day when Woo-jin interrupts.
“Hey, Y/N. Be honest,” he says, dipping a fishcake into the broth. “Who’s hotter—me or Geon-woo?”
You nearly choke.
Geon-woo looks like someone just threw boiling water in his lap.
“I’m not answering that,” you say, laughing nervously.
Woo-jin raises an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. You can whisper it in my ear if you’re shy.”
“She doesn’t have to answer that,” Geon-woo mutters, eyes fixed on his bowl. “It’s a weird question.”
“It’s a fun question,” Woo-jin says, elbowing him. “Unless you’re scared.”
Geon-woo shoots him a look. “Of what?”
“Of losing.”
“I’m not trying to win—”
“I am.”
“Guys—!” you say, nearly spilling your drink. “I like both of you, okay?!”
The words slip out before you can stop them.
Both boys freeze.
You feel your heart slam into your ribs like a battering ram.
“Shibal,” you whisper. “Forget I said that. I didn’t mean—”
“You like both of us?” Woo-jin interrupts, wide-eyed.
You look away. “I mean—not like that like—just—you know what, I’ll leave now—”
“Y/N.” Geon-woo’s voice is soft. Careful. “Do you mean it?”
You stare at your lap.
“…Yeah. I do.”
The silence is deafening. You’re expecting awkwardness. Maybe disappointment. Maybe one of them walking out.
Instead—
“Well,” Woo-jin says, standing up, “I guess the only fair thing to do is fight for her.”
“Woo-jin—” Geon-woo sighs.
“You think I’m joking?” Woo-jin stretches dramatically, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s go, man. Right here. Loser backs off.”
“You’re not fighting him,” you say quickly, standing up too.
“Then let her decide,” Woo-jin grins, pointing at you. “C’mon, Y/N. Choose.”
Geon-woo looks at you too now, but not with pressure. With quiet hope. With those stupid soft eyes that make your brain shut off.
You look between them. Two of the sweetest, strongest, most annoyingly hot men you’ve ever known.
You cross your arms.
“I’m not choosing.”
“What?” they say in unison.
You smirk. “You guys got to tease me for weeks. Now it’s my turn.”
Woo-jin’s jaw drops. Geon-woo just goes completely red.
“I’ll let you know when I make up my mind,” you say sweetly, already heading out the door. “Until then, keep training. I don’t fall for weak men.”
Behind you, Woo-jin lets out a bark of laughter. “Damn. I think I’m in love.”
Geon-woo watches you walk away like you hung the moon.
A day in the life with your two big sweethearts, and some quiet comfort from the usually otherwise obnoxiously burly duo after a long day.
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, fluff, have fun with two giant puppies, poly relationship, use of the term 'jagiya/jagi', mentions of having hair, teasing, if you think they're ooc please let me know i'm trying to get used to writing them, i love them sm frfr
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"Woojin-ah! Have you seen my jacket?" You call out, head buried deep into your side of the closet.
Gunwoo pops his head in through the doorway instead, "Hm? Oh, I put it in the wash."
"In the wash?" You lean back out with a frown.
"Did you say my name!?"
"Don't mind! Gunwoo, I'm doing a stock run for the cafe. Your mum needs me to go, and it'll be cold," You draw out a whine after calling back to your other boyfriend's distant voice. He's probably splayed out on the living room couch.
Gunwoo's big eyes flicker, his face suddenly downtrodden and you quickly backtrack.
"It's fine. It should only be quick anyway, I'll be inside for the rest of the day."
"I'm sorry," Gunwoo's thick lips form into a big fat pout, his voice apologetically soft and you want to bite him, "you can use one of mine, or Woojin hyung's. If you want."
He shucks off the dark puffy jacket that he's wearing and quickly offers it to you.
Habitually, you open your mouth to decline before hearing the wind whistling through the miniscule gaps in the window. You glance outside. It even looks cold.
"Mm, you're running deliveries today, aren't you?" Your brows pinch in concern, gently pushing outstretched jacket back to his chest.
Gunwoo shakes his head profusely, using both his hands to reinstate his now no-returns offer.
"We're doing some training first. Then we'll start on the deliveries," he assures you, tone much more firm on the fact that the topic regards your wellbeing, "I'll be warmed up before then. And I can pick up the jacket in between runs." He adds onto the end quickly, subtly coercing you to accept his choice.
You take in a breath, assessing him silently.
Gunwoo's sized up, back straight and broad shoulders no longer sagging, as to appear more self assured and resolute. His big puppy eyes once slightly glossed over from your chiding now hardened with a quiet resolve.
You huff through your nose, accepting the oversized puffy jacket with a hidden smile, "...Alright. Thank you, Woo-ah."
You can barely stifle the giddy butterflies you feel when he smiles at you.
Later that day, Woojin gives you the fright of your life while you're on your way back to the cafe.
You scream when a familiar himbo comes barrelling at you from around the corner of the street, tackling you in a semi-sweaty hug.
"JAGIYAAA!"
"Woojin-ah!" You shriek, bracing your arms over your head as the impact with his torso sends you flying. The only thing stopping you from hitting the ground is his eager embrace that quickly follows, catching you and tethering you to him in a tight hug.
"Are you crazy!?"
"Aish~ I missed you," he nuzzles into you obnoxiously, ignorant to any passersby that send you strange looks.
"Yuck!" You can't help but laugh as his nose tickles you behind your ear. You can feel the perspiration glossing the skin of his neck and you grimace, pushing him away with a grin.
"I saw you this morning," you reason when he looks at you, offended.
His brows furrow, "Barely. And it's not the same."
You roll your eyes at him, though you suppose it is thrilling to bump into each other on pure coincidence.
"Did you finish a delivery?"
Woojin nods, "Mm. I'm on my way to the cafe. Gunwoo's going too. We were arguing which street was quicker, but then I saw you."
"Well, then he's definitely winning."
"..."
You laugh when his face drops.
Steam disperses from the bathroom doorway, condensation dripping down the glass of the shower while the mirror over the sink slowly dipleats itself of the fog lining it.
You sit on the bed clad in one of your boyfriends' shirts and a pair of panties, planning on applying your body lotion after drying your hair. With the tub of cream sat beside you, you eye your faint reflection in the window pane, ruffling your towel through your locks.
Your impatience results in the rough fabric lashing against your cheek, and you wince, blinking off the abrupt contact.
A tinge of frustration nips at you before you take in a deep breath to calm you down. It's been a long day, and your little spa routine was a way of helping you unwind.
The day's toll must've been a lot worse than you thought.
You let the towel fall from your head and onto your lap, staring at it blankly. You can feel a flurry of emotions toiling within you, but you don't have the energy to process them fully.
In no time, small unshed tears begin to glisten your lower lash line and you scrunch your nose. Why are you almost crying?
It's not like you haven't had bad days before--and you've definitely had worse.
"Jagi..?"
You don't even hear Gunwoo approach, still staring at your lap tiredly. Gunwoo's brows furrow, and he leans down slightly to peer at you in concern. A small gasp escapes him at the sight of your glossy eyes and wrinkled nose, and he sits himself down beside you.
He parts his lips to say something before thinking better of it, he watches you for a moment longer, thinking to himself quietly before gently prying the towel from your weak hands.
"Here, jagi. Let me do this for you." His voice is tender, patient and coaxing as he shifts his torso to face your back, and he starts to dry your hair for you.
The only response he garners is a soft sigh while you lean your head back at his careful touch. Your quiet acceptance has him smiling gratefully.
He's a little clumsy with his large hands, but he's mindful of his strength, and gets the job done.
Eventually, Woojin wanders into the room from the kitchen after wondering where his two partners disappeared to.
"Hey, do we want--" he stops short when Gunwoo whips around and shakes his head at him. Woojin narrows his eyes at him, and the younger motions his eyes towards you, and then he understands.
"--A-Ah... okay," he's quiet, taking a few more steps inside the room until he's stood in front of you. He crouches down, hands seeking purchase on your knees and he tilts his head to meet your vacant gaze.
He murmurs your name softly in a song like tune, "How are you feeling, hm?"
Gunwoo's activity ceases as he waits for you to speak.
You match his eyes with a little bit more life in them, feeling more soothed than frustrated now.
"Tired.."
"Yeah?" Woojin spies the tub of lotion by your thigh and nods towards it, "can I do that for you?"
Your eyes flutter in a soft blink, and he waits patiently. You look at the body lotion and then slowly draw your gaze back to your lap again. A sudden embarrassed heat crawls up your neck at the state of you: hair damp and body hunched, braless in an oversized shirt that hides your underwear from view with your naked legs on display.
"A-Ah..." you hesitate, lips parted unsurely. Suddenly bashful, you look over your shoulder at Gunwoo who blinks and gives you a light, unassuming smile.
You look back at Woojin, who's gaze never left your deliberating form. He rubs his thumb across your left knee comfortingly, eyes kind.
A soft breath escapes you, and you feel oddly reassured by them. Despite the mild fluster you feel at the intimacy of their attention, you nod and give and affirming hum.
He doesn't take that though. He wants to hear you.
With a gentle squeeze on your soft thigh, Woojin purses his lips and looks at you expectantly, though the upward twitch of his lips indicates his playfulness.
You whine, diverting your gaze shyly as you lean back against Gunwoo who chuckles at you. You look up at him for help, but scoff quietly in receiving none, and so you speak.
"Okay..."
Woojin beams, all crescent eyed and white teeth, "Thank you, jagiya~"
He reaches for the tub, unscrewing the lid and scooping up an appropriate amount for application--he's watched you do this a good few times now after all.
After lathering his hands, he starts with your right leg. Shifting so he's bent on one knee, he prompts you to lean your weight against Gunwoo while he rests your foot against his knee, big hands massaging the lotion into your skin.
Although his touch is innocent, you can't help but squirm nervously when his palms stroke up your thigh, and he grins.
He handles you firmly, placing pressure on all the right places that have you sighing in relief. Gunwoo starts playing with strands of your hair, even leaning down to place a lingering kiss on the shell of your ear.
"Feel better..?" He lets out a happy hum when you nod lazily.
Woojin finishes by lightly tickling the sole of your foot, grinning when you squeal and try to jerk away. He relents, letting out tug it out of his grasp before he taps your other leg, giving it the same treatment.
All too soon is it over, and Woojin places a teasing kiss on your shin with a squeeze to your thigh when you pout. You cringe at the tingling sensation it causes, slapping his hand away while he laughs at you.
The rest of your hair would be fine to air dry now, so when you flick the end of the towel away from you Gunwoo takes it, blowing against your neck playfully before he moves to put the towel away.
You can't help but watch after him endearingly. To be loved is to be known, and both Gunwoo and Woojin have done more than you could've ever asked for, and that's not just on accounts of that night.
They always taken care of you, always looking out for you: by walking you to and from places, to treating you out, checking in on you during times when you're separated, spoiling you whenever they can for no reason other than just because--they've done it all.
And you couldn't be anymore grateful.
The slightly open window allows a sharp evening breeze to graze across your bare skin, and you shiver.
Woojin perks up, "Ah, are you cold?"
Having heard from the bathroom, Gunwoo comes back, immediately rifling threw the dresser drawers while you answer the other with a nod.
Spying the goosebumps across your legs, Woojin runs a warm palm over them twice before feeling a breeze on the back of his head, and he clocks on.
"My turn!"
With the older standing up and closing the window, Gunwoo quickly slams the drawers shut and steals his spot in front of you.
You sit up, startled at the sudden movement, giggling when Woojin whirls around at the claim with an offended guffaw.
Gunwoo kneels in front of you this time, a pair of rolled up fuzzy socks in his hand while he tugs you closer to him. You laugh as you're pulled across the bed covers, the comforter bunching up messily.
Gunwoo's eyes crinkle at the sound of your laughter, and he unfurls the socks before slipping them over your feet. It goes about halfway up your shins, keeping your toes nice and warm and you hum contently.
Like Woojin did earlier, he runs his big hands over the rest of your exposed skin, smoothing down your cold caused bumps with his natural warmth. He tugs down your shirt so it covers your lower half a bit more modestly, though you notice he can't help but sneak in a quick squeeze on your hip.
His ears are a bit red, otherwise he smiles at you unaffectedly.
"Yah," Woojin claps him on the shoulder chidingly, though his tone is light hearted, "no fair. I saw that, you sneak."
"Hyung..." Gunwoo whines.
You can't help but grin at them, heart swelling with an incogitable fondness for your two big puppies. Any prior distress thoroughly dispelled thanks to the loving care of your two partners.
smut>fluf plot would include jealousy between reader and woojin. thank you in advance 🥰🥰
Only You
requested?: yes
pairing(s): kim geon-woo x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): oral (f recieving), orgasm denial, fairly mean geon-woo, some form of fingering, spitting, pussy slapping
summary: 725
word count: 𝘯/𝘢
a/n: im rlly sorry this is short, i genuinely didnt know what to write, i haven't watched bloodhounds in actual yoinks, i just went with the flow. well, im back from my holiday now, it was really nice and relaxing. now i have no excuses to not write and will hopefully be getting reqs out at a fairly good pace. also, spain won the world cup?? i had every faith in them and i am so so very proud of them! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
your thighs clenched together instantly when you felt the cool waft of cool air on your pussy, forcing you to take in a sharp inhale of air. geon-woo wasted no time in clambering between your legs, lying in what you could only describe as a sniper position as he forced your thighs open.
he teased you with his fingers, running them up the insides of your thighs to just about your knee caps before drifting them back down to your centre. you gushed as his fingers drifted over your clit, barely touching it as they drifted over your nub, making you buck your hips upwards in a rough attempt to chase his fingers.
you saw his brown eyes lock on your figure as his free hand pushed you back down onto the bed. his fingers were now drawing large circles around your clit, giving you barely enough stimulation to satiate the heat that – even now – continued to grow in your core.
his fingers slowly started to draw tighter circles, allowing you more and more pleasure as your hole clenched around nothing. he watched you with growing intensity and hunger filling his eyes, chuckling darkly as he watched your hole flutter in need for something to fill it.
your hips continued it unconscious desire to seek more pleasure as his fingers weren’t pressing hard enough for your liking, but geon-woo now placed a heavy arm across your hips, forcing them to stay down as he continued his brutally slow attack on your clit.
your thighs were soaked now from your arousal, geon-woo now pressed on slightly harder, tearing a moan from your throat as you slowly gained more pleasure, and sure enough, you could feel the knot starting to form in your abdomen as your body started to tense.
your breathing started to quicken, turning your soft whimpers into breathy moans as you were slowly driven towards your high. you could feel it coming, the tingles starting in your core and making their way through your body, but just as the waves of immense pleasure washed over you, geon-woo took his hand away before sucking his fingers clean from your slick.
“you really thought i would let you come? after you spent all day with him, you really thought you would be rewarded with feeling good?” a voice spoke through the haze of your ruined orgasm. once geon-woo was sure the feeling of your ruined orgasm had dissipated, he landed a harsh slap to your pussy, right over your clit, making it twinge with a burning sensation.
your head was thrown back from the pleasurable pain of the slap when you felt the warmth of his tongue flattening and soothing your clit. the burning sensation subsided in record timing as your hands got lost in the roots of geon-woo’s silky hair, the only thing still tethering you to this world as you allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure geon-woo was allowing you to feel.
his mouth and tongue continued its attack on your clit as he began to drive you towards another orgasm. they worked in tandem: sucking and lapping at your pussy, drowning himself in the sweet taste of your weeping cunt.
the pleasure started pooling in your abdomen, the obscene sounds coming from your pussy and his mouth connecting only fuelling your desire to come even more. geon-woo didn’t stop, well not yet, as the pleasure continued to build until you were right on the precipice.
only then, did geon-woo stop. you groaned in frustration at your second ruined orgasm. geon-woo only glared up at you as he spat into your pussy, watching your juices and his saliva mix as it made your clit glisten even more than it was previously, if that was even possible.
“you’re not allowed to come until i say you can, okay? and if you do, i’ll not let you come for a week. now make yourself look pretty and get back downstairs. our guest is still waiting” he murmurs. “and keep my spit there. if i find out you wiped it away, you’ll be in even more trouble, okay?”
geon-woo stares at you intently as you nod before dipping back down to place a kiss to your throbbing clit, making your back arch at the twinge of pleasure that shot through you.
"A rare treat! This coffee is one of my favourites!"
"Would you like any extras? We've got..."
"...Whipped cream!" - Kim Gun-woo
Quiet Comfort (w/ Woo-jin) - FEM
A day in the life with your two big sweethearts, and some quiet comfort from the usually otherwise obnoxiously burly duo after a long day.
"...Chocolate Powder!" - Hong Woo-jin
Quiet Comfort (w/ Gun-woo) - FEM
A day in the life with your two big sweethearts, and some quiet comfort from the usually otherwise obnoxiously burly duo after a long day.
I know I don't really write on this blog much anymore, BUT I have recently watched Bloodhounds, and love it. I love Geon Woo and Woojin (and Woo Do Hwan in general). So, I am adding Bloodhounds to my fandoms list - I will write for either Geon-Woo and/or Woojin.
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