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shotaro.
secretly takes pics of you
it started with something innocent, truly. you were laughing at something on your phone, early morning sunlight catching on your cheekbones, hair a little messy from sleep. and he thought, ‘god, she looks so pretty like this.’ so he took a picture. but then he couldn’t stop, and now he does it without thinking. (without you looking.) the way your skirt rides up when you lean over something. the curve of your back when you stretch. your thighs pressed together while you sit comfortably. his favorite, though? the one he snapped from the hallway last night. you in the shower, steam clinging to your body, head tilted back as you rinsed your hair. he hadn’t meant to stare. but his cock was already hardening in his sweats, the shape of your body seared into his brain. and later, when you were asleep, he laid there on the couch stroking himself to the sight of you behind the glass, lips parted, body curved and arched so beautifully. “shit, baby…” he whispered in the dark, voice breathless. “so pretty…always so perfect…” he finishes with your photo still open, cum spilling onto his stomach as he imagines taking the next one—this time, one that you would know about. one with his cock between your thighs and your eyes looking right up into the lens.
eunseok.
films your pussy as you cum
you were still shaking, chest heaving, body limp and spread out on the sheets. alternately, eunseok had his phone already in his hand, and was busy angling it low between your thighs. his voice is deep when he speaks, eyes glued to the phone screen. “just for me, baby…” because he knows you’re too fucked-out to move or oppose. he knows you’ll let him. “just so i can watch it again later, yeah?” he whispers. he watches the slow throb of your pussy as his own cum mixes with yours and slips out of you. your aching cunt catching the light perfectly and glistening on camera. he closely watches the way you clench around nothing, so messy and fluttering and just ruined from how good he fucked you. he zooms in. he wants to replay it when he’s alone. wanting to see your slick mixed with his up close. the twitch of your cunt. the way your body immediately misses him after he’s pulled out. it was something only for him to see. and under his breath, almost reverent, he praises, “so fucking pretty like this…”
sungchan.
searches for porn videos that have girls who resemble you
sungchan doesn’t even pretend anymore. doesn’t pretend everything he does isn’t revolving around you. doesn’t click random videos or scroll for variety. he searches you. your hair, your beautiful skin, the exact shade of your lips when they’re swollen from kissing. he types in everything he can that the website would take. everything he remembers from earlier—the color of your lingerie, the gloss you were wearing, everything. and when he finds her — someone close enough to help just once, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath all day. “yeah…” he murmurs, cock already in hand. “fuck, you look just like her…” he starts stroking slowly, hips twitching as the girl on screen moans. it’s not your voice, but it’s close. close enough for him to imagine your face twisted up in pleasure, body arching for him. “wish it was you,” he groans through gritted teeth, jerking harder. “wish you’d let me do that to you…” he cums with your name on his lips, face in his mind — not hers. spilling all over his stomach as the video plays on, completely ignored. because it was never about the porn, or the girl in the video. it was always about you.
wonbin.
sniffs your dirty panties
he yanked them off of you barely twenty minutes ago. red lace, damp with arousal, your little moans still echoing in his head. you’re in the shower now, not knowing he’s pacing the bedroom with your panties clutched in his fist. he sits on the edge of the bed, bringing them to his face, and moans the second your scent hits him. sweet, sharp, soaked. he buries his nose in the center, tongue darting out to taste the mess you left behind. “fuck, baby…” he groans, cock already leaking in his palm. strokes himself slow while his mouth stays on the lace, cock twitching at the memory of how wet you were for him. “still so fuckin’ sweet…” he whispers, licking once more before pulling them down, slipping the panties over the head of his cock. the fabric, still damp, stretched tight around his tip. it’s warm, wet, so close to the real thing. he whines through gritted teeth, fucking into the lace like it’s your pussy. like you’re still wrapped around him, moaning his name. he cums with a sharp gasp, spilling into the red lace, soaking it all the way through. lets it stay there, sticky and wrapped around him while he breathes heavy. he tucks the panties back into the dirty laundry, under a shirt, like nothing happened.
seunghan.
calls you just to hear your voice while he cums
“fuck…pick up, pick up—please…” you answer with a sleepy little “hello?” his head falls back against the pillow, breath catching deep in his throat. “baby…” he groans, voice thick with desperation, “i’m so close—just keep talking, yeah? just let me hear you…your voice makes me so hard.” you ask him what he’s doing, but he’s already falling apart. “’m jerking off to you,” he pants, “have been all night. needed to hear you. just your voice, that’s all i need—fuck, fuck—baby, need to cum…” you hum softly, innocent but now knowing. “mm, you sound so pretty like this, baby…” seunghan breaks on the last word, breath hitching as he spills over his stomach he cums hard, hot and messy across his fist, hips twitching while he moans into the phone. he can barely breathe, chest heaving, your name falling from his lips like a chant. then silence. just him panting ragged and the wet sound of his fist finally slowing down. “…fuck,” he murmurs, breathlessly and utterly wrecked. “you make me so fuckin’ needy, baby.”
sohee.
jerks off while you sleep beside him
you’re on your side, facing him. lips parted, tits spilling from your tank top with every breath, the curve of your ass peaking out from underneath the covers. so close he can smell your shampoo, see the way your thighs press together under the blanket. sohee tries to look away. he really does.but his cock’s already hard under the blanket, aching as he watches your chest rise and fall. he moves slowly, careful not to wake you. stroking his dick under the covers, eyes fixed on your chest, imagining sliding between them, fucking them while you moan his name. his brain blank with the mental image of watching you moan and squeeze them tighter around him. you shift slightly, a little whimper, and he nearly loses it. “shit…so perfect…” he whispers. he finishes fast. silently. hand over his mouth and cum spilling over his hand. he lays there ruined and sweaty beside you. you shift in your sleep, murmuring and completely unaware. he just swallows hard and stares at the ceiling, whispering, “i’m so fucked up…”
anton.
buries his face in your bra when he finds it in the laundry
he finds it in the laundry pile hours after you leave. soft pink, lacey, tiny bow in the middle, a little worn from being your favorite, or rather, his favorite. anton stares at it for a second too long, swallowing hard. then he’s sinking to his knees, holding it with both hands like it might vanish if he touches it wrong. taking it back to his bed, he presses the cup to his nose first. breathes the smell of you in like he’s starving. then his tongue glides over the lace like he’s tasting your skin through it, mouth working slow and filthy, hips already grinding into the mattress below him. he moans into it, imagining your tits in his face, how you’d whimper if he sucked marks into them. “fuck…you don’t even know,” he mumbles into the bra, thrusting slow, precum leaking into his boxers. “don’t even know what you do to me…” he humps the bed harder, whimpering now. face flushed and desperate, still shoved into the cup. “wish you were still here…” he finishes with the bra still clutched in one hand, cum staining his stomach, breathless and red-cheeked. he completely wrecked by something you haven’t even realized you left behind. afterwards, he lays there, panting, sticky and dazed, holding the lace to his lips with a secret he’ll never confess.
🪼⋆｡𖦹°. synopsis: you and wonbin were casted to model on the front cover of vogue's next issue, forcing the two of you into situations a little too close for comfort (for him at least...).
(,,>ヮ<,,)! ~ contents: smut!! 18+, model au, sub!wonbin, age gap(ish? 3 yr), noona kink, forced proximity, porn with plot, degradation, praise, oral (f!receiving), p in v, virgin wonbin, super i mean SUPER pussy drunk wonbin..., creampie, he is RIGHT where he wants 2 be..
🫧⋆. author's note: inspired by wonbin's look @ the chanel show... holyyy [insert drooling emoji]
you’ve never really been that into younger men.
you were the kind of woman who needed someone mature; you needed someone who knew what they wanted in life, someone with plenty of love to give, and someone with more than enough money to spoil you rotten.
well–that last bullet wasn’t entirely necessary. after being involved in the modeling industry for roughly eight years, you miraculously managed to climb up to the top. you could spoil yourself whenever you pleased–you’re a chanel ambassador for crying out loud–why would you need a man to give a mere fraction of what you already had?
yet, you did long for some form of intimacy: physical or emotional.
which is why this recent booking of yours was beginning to drive you mad.
you were hired to model for vogue’s front cover along with the industry’s infamous rookie: park wonbin. he was 24 years old, marking him three years younger than you. it only took him a year to get big in the industry, which wasn’t hard to believe if you’ve seen his face…
but still, not a big deal–right? you’ve modeled for vogue countless times (not to brag),
‘having a co-model wouldn’t make the experience any different,’ you thought.
it wasn’t long after you left the changing room before your gaze was met with the man himself. gosh–you knew his shoulders were broad, but seeing them in person-
“hi, i’m park wonbin. i’m looking forward to working with you,” he spoke softly. “i’ve-i’ve seen your work, you’re incredible.”
you returned his comment with a smile, reaching out to shake his hand. “thank you, you too.”
wonbin’s ears flushed a soft red, smiling and avoiding your eyes before the two of you were called to the set.
geez, you knew he was a rookie, but you never expected him to be this awkward… you would assume that the amount of gigs he’s booked would make him more confident.
“condense a little, come closer together.” the director said.
you were seated on a dark velvet sofa, legs crossed as they hung over the edge. wonbin was positioned on the floor directly beneath you embracing your legs.
“lean in a little more–really look at her.”
wonbin followed what he was told, tilting his head to face you. he leaned his torso closer to you, his warm palms running up and down the curvature of your legs as his cheeks began to blush.
you faced the camera, keeping a monotonous expression.
the cameras shuttered. “good, stay like that,” the photographer requested. “thread your fingers through his hair.”
so you did; wonbin’s hair was undeniably soft, you could stay in this position for ages… you continued petting him, almost like a dog.
you’ve worked with attractive men, sure–but the man behind you had talent. the way his hands grazed over the fabric of your dress, the way his eyes wandered over your body like a lover would-
and it only got worse when the two of you switched poses.
wonbin rested his body against the sofa, elbows propping up his upper half. your body hovered directly over him before settling yourself on his lap, thighs straddling his hips. you grabbed hold of his tie and tugged it lightly–just enough to render the fabric taut.
the staff continued to instruct the two of you how to pose, taking their oh sweet time as they kept the two of you in this position. this was all a part of the job; sometimes you have to be a little too close for comfort to someone you don’t know, but at least it was guaranteed they’d be conventionally attractive.
so straddling wonbin–practically grinding on him from the amount of times you were told to shift positions on top of him–wouldn’t have been a problem.
if you couldn’t feel how fucking hard he was underneath you. his cheeks flushed a soft pink, not bearing to look you in the eyes after you realized just how aroused he was…
you were attractive, sure–but getting all hot and bothered over someone you’ve only known personally for an hour or two, not to mention mid-shoot… these photos, his erection was going to be exposed to the whole population for god’s sake–what the heck was he thinking???
after an agonizing ten minutes–emphasis on agonizing–the shoot was finally over. you stood up, wonbin not wasting one second before making his way to his dressing room.
you changed back into your clothes from earlier and gathered your things, locking the door behind you before passing by wonbin’s change room. the rational part of you was screaming to just keep walking, the sooner you get home the better. but the other part of you had a few doubts… ‘i mean, he is my co-star, we did just have a shoot together…i should drop a couple words before i leave…’
did you just want a valid excuse to see him again? (and maybe get in his pants…) yeah, but honestly, seeing wonbin fight to ensure he doesn’t cum on camera was enough to soak your panties through.
you mustered up the courage to knock on the door, slowly stepping back as you began to regret your decision. your thoughts began to jumble together, ‘maybe i should just leave…he’s probably-’
the door cracked open slightly, wonbin peeking out from behind. after realizing it was you, he opened the door a little more.
“hi.”
“hi.” his face was flushed, bits of his bangs sticking to his forehead. his hand around the doorknob trembled. “um, i really liked working with you today.” wonbin said awkwardly, his eyes darting to the side.
“really?” you smiled. “what makes you say that?”
wonbin continued to avoid your gaze. “i’m sorry…”
you looked up at him, tilting your head. “for what? i think the photos turned out pretty nice.”
“sunbaenim…i didn’t mean-”
“just call me noona.” you interrupted. oh my gosh, he was so fucking shy…you just wanted to watch him crack. he nodded, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ as his eyes found your breasts–like he couldn’t be any more obvious…
“can i come in?” you asked. his gaze fixes onto yours before giving you permission to enter.
you walked into his room and locked the door. you grabbed the nape of his neck and pressed your lips against his, earning a quiet whimper from the boy in front of you. he walked you backwards until your back was pressed against the door.
wonbin’s hands snaked around your waist, gripping your sides as you pushed your tongue into his mouth. his right hand trailed to your ass while soft moans escaped his lips. you pull away from the kiss, noses still rubbing against eachother.
“do you do this with everyone you work with? rub your dick all over them in front of everyone–then lure her into your dressing room to fuck?” you palm the growing bulge in his slacks. “you’re so fucking immature. do you even think about the consequences? your career?” your hand worked the zipper on his pants as you continued to reprimand him, slowly pulling down his pants. wonbin’s knees grew weak as you scolded him, his breathing ragged.
“noona, i…” he whimpered.
“i don’t want to hear it.” your lips crashed into his once again. you began to rub his soaking tip over the fabric of his boxers. “yeah? what if your manager saw us right now–saw you right now. what if they all saw how pathetic you are, letting your senior touch you like this.”
wonbin bucked his hips into your hand. “please, noona–listen to me baby…” he moaned. “i’m so…sososooo sorry baby… you just felt so good…” he cried into the crook of your neck. “please–please take care of me…please, i’ll be good, i’ll be so good for you…i’ll be a good boy-”
‘he’s lost it’ you thought. but oh–how you loved seeing him like this.
“you’ll be good? yeah?” you press your fingers into his underwear, not granting him any sense of relief yet.
he tugged on your shirt, pulling you towards the sofa. his back was pressed against the seat cushion, your body hovering over his. it was the same scenario as earlier–except there weren’t any cameras on you and wonbin’s pants were no longer in the way of his hardened dick. he pulls you down, lips embracing yours as his hips jerked up to meet yours.
his hands found your shirt once again, lifting it up and over your head; the only thing separating him from seeing your bare torso was the black lace bra you had on. wonbin let out a quiet moan when he saw the fabric–reaching for the clasp.
“can i take this off?”
you nod. wonbin wastes no time and removes your bra, ogling your breasts. “please let me touch them, noona…i really wanna make you feel good noona–please.”
“i know, i know you do…touch them.”
wonbin sat upright, spreading your legs even more as he was practically humping you. his plump lips found your nipples as he began sucking and nipping at the tips. your hips moved against his as your hands found his hair.
with time, the two of you had discarded all of your clothes, making a mess of the floor beneath you two–but that didn’t matter. the only thing that did was that wonbin was underneath you, rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.
“does this feel good? please, please tell me i’m doing good noona…”
“fuck– yes you’re doing so good…” you choked as you felt wonbin lick a strip of saliva over your hole.
“i’ve–i’ve never done this before, tell me if it’s too much…” he said against the heat of your inner thighs. his tongue pushed deep into you–earning a moan from you. he thrusted his index and middle finger inside, caressing your plush walls as he ate you out.
his fingers moved back and forth rapidly, licking up and down your insides–his fingers hitting your sweet spot.
“bbin–i’m gonna cum–”
“am i doing good noona? please noona–i–”
a series of whimpers escaped your lips as you coated wonbin’s hand and mouth with your juices. he inserted his fingers deeper, forcing the liquids back into your pussy. he wasn’t done with you until you were sure this was the best sex you’ve ever had.
still coming down from your high, you noticed that his dick was still as hard as ever. you needed him in you… now.
“wonnie, i need your dick…please, be a good boy and make noona feel good…” you cried.
“i…don’t have a condom, baby…” he rubbed his dick on your inner thigh, coating his tip with the remnants of your high.
“wonbin, i don’t care…what did i just say.”
“‘m sorry… i’ll be good for you, i promise…” you parted his lips with your fingers before thrusting them into his mouth. wonbin jerked his dick in his hand before slowly pushing it into you. “fuck–i think ‘m already close…” he whimpered. “i’m…i’m so sorry for being bad…i’m sorry for touching you, i’m sorry for even looking at you…” he cried as he thrusted his dick forward, sputtering nonsense as he tried to squeeze into your pretty pussy. “it’s too much noona…i don’t deserve you, baby.”
you cried, clutching the couch cushion as he entered you. “bbin–it’s too big, you’re too big…”
“no, baby…please…i know, i know i know i know…” right when wonbin pushed his cock in all the way, thick white ropes painted your walls. a tear ran down wonbin’s cheek as he thrusted his cum into you. it didn’t matter that he just had the best orgasm of his life–he needed you to experience it too.
his dick was curved ever so slightly, and oh did it do wonders. his tip hit that gummy spot that made your legs go weak–and the fact that his pace just kept increasing made the sex even better.
wonbin flipped you over onto your stomach, lifting your ass to make sure his dick kept fucking you just right.
“bbin you’re so good, treating me so good…i needed your dick bbinie…” you couldn’t stop moaning, you could feel his cum dripping out of you no matter how much he tried to fuck it back in. he pushed your head into the cushion and cried out countless grunts and moans, the two of you coming to your release once again.
your insides were filled with his warm seed. wonbin pulled out briefly, releasing his cum all over your entrance.
the room was hot and stuffy, not to mention filled with the sound of heavy breathing. the mix of yours and wonbin’s juices coated the sofa and reached the floors as well…
“you did so good…so good baby…” you pet his head as he collapsed on top of you, kissing up on your neck.
“noona–” he moaned as he pressed his lips onto yours.
“do you wanna come back to my place?” you suggested. he was just too cute to leave alone…
wonbin nodded, humping your thigh as his tongue explored your mouth even more.
after today, wonbin knew what he wanted in life: to spend it with you. he had the money to spoil you–being one of SM’s top models after all. he could be mature for you, he would do anything for you. whether you needed a fuck-buddy or needed to be loved to death–wonbin would be more than willing to fill that gap in your life.
₊ wonbin ❤︎᭮ ⠀ 𑁯 𓈒 ՞ too cute to punish 🧸 08082026
ⓘ : soft daddy kink / little space (dni if you don’t fw it ig), bratty behavior → crybaby apology, gentle discipline (verbal only), heavy comfort & reassurance, soft penetrative sex, creampie, crying during intimacy, praise & aftercare, size difference emphasis (his big hands)
👼🏻 : requested :3
you’ve been mean on purpose all evening.
left your cup on the table even though he asked you to put it in the sink. answered him with a little attitude when he reminded you about bedtime. kept scrolling on your phone when he was trying to talk to you. small things. deliberate things. the kind of things that always make his brow furrow in that soft, disappointed way.
wonbin sits on the edge of the bed and pats his thigh once.
“come here.”
you go, but you drag your feet about it. when you finally stand between his knees he looks up at you with those gentle eyes and it already makes your stomach twist.
“you’ve been difficult tonight,” he says quietly. not angry. just soft and a little tired. “on purpose. daddy noticed.”
you shrug one shoulder, still trying to be bratty. “didn’t do anything that bad.”
he sighs through his nose. his big hands settle on your waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin under your shirt. the second they touch you something in your chest goes wobbly.
“you know better,” he continues, still so calm. “you know how daddy feels when you’re mean to him for no reason.”
your lower lip starts to push out. you hate how fast it happens. his hands are so warm and so big and they’re being so careful with you even though you’ve been awful.
“…was only a little mean,” you mumble.
“a little mean is still mean.” he pulls you closer until you’re standing right against him. one hand comes up to cup the side of your face. his palm is huge against your cheek. “and my little girl doesn’t get to treat daddy like that.”
the soft disappointment in his voice is what does it.
your eyes get hot almost immediately. you try to look away but he keeps your face turned toward him, thumb brushing under your eye.
“are you going to cry?” he asks gently. there’s no mockery in it. just quiet knowing. “you always get so teary when daddy has to talk to you like this.”
“don’t—” your voice already cracks. “don’t wanna be in trouble…”
“i know, baby.” he leans in and presses a slow kiss to your forehead. “but you were being bad on purpose. and daddy can’t just ignore that even if you look this cute when you’re guilty.”
a real tear slips out. then another. once they start they don’t stop. you try to hide your face in your hands but he won’t let you. he just pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling his thighs and wraps those big arms around you, holding you while you start to properly cry.
“i’m sorry,” you hiccup against his neck almost immediately. “i’m sorry, daddy, i was being mean, i don’t know why—”
“shh.” one big hand rubs slow circles on your back. the other cradles the back of your head. “i know. you’re sorry now. you always get so soft and sorry once daddy’s hands are on you.”
you cry harder. it’s embarrassing how fast you fold. five minutes ago you were rolling your eyes at him and now you’re a messy, sniffly little thing in his lap apologizing over and over while he just holds you.
“i’m sorry i was bad,” you sob. “didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, daddy, i’m sorry—”
“i know, princess.” he kisses your temple, your wet cheek, the corner of your mouth. “daddy forgives you. he always does. you’re too little and too sweet to stay mad at for long.”
he keeps you there until the worst of the crying slows, still rubbing your back, still murmuring soft things into your hair. when you finally quiet down to little hiccups he pulls back just enough to look at your face. his thumbs wipe the tears away so carefully.
“there she is,” he says, almost smiling. “there’s my good girl again. all soft and sorry for daddy.”
you nod, eyes still wet, and lean back into him like you’re trying to disappear against his chest. he lets you. for a while he just holds you, big hands spreading warm across your back, pressing occasional kisses to your hair. then one of his hands drifts lower, slow and questioning, stroking over the curve of your hip.
“can daddy make you feel better?” he asks quietly. “you’ve been crying so much. wanna take care of you properly.”
you nod again, small and sticky against his neck. “please…”
he shifts you carefully so you’re properly straddling him, then reaches between you to free himself from his sweats. he’s already half-hard just from holding you. he doesn’t rush. he just rubs the head of his cock through your folds first, soft and patient, until you’re wet enough that the slide is easy.
“nice and slow,” he soothes, when you start to sink down. “that’s it. take daddy whenever you’re ready. no hurry.”
you take him carefully, arms still locked around his neck, face still buried against him. the stretch makes you let out a tiny wet sound and he immediately rubs your back.
“you’re okay. you’re okay. daddy’s right here. you’re doing so well.”
when you’re fully seated he doesn’t move right away. he just holds you, letting you adjust, pressing soft kisses to whatever part of your face he can reach. only when your breathing evens out does he start guiding your hips in the gentlest rhythm.
it’s so soft it almost doesn’t feel like sex. just slow, deep rocks that keep him buried inside you while he murmurs the sweetest things against your hair.
“that’s my girl. so good for daddy now. so soft and sweet. no more being mean, hm? just my pretty little baby taking what she needs.”
you cling to him tighter, still sniffling occasionally, and he only holds you closer. every movement is careful. every thrust is more of a rock than anything else. he keeps one big hand spread across your lower back and the other cradling the back of your head like you’re breakable.
“i’ve got you,” he whispers. “daddy’s got you. you can cry if you need to. you can hold on as tight as you want. i’m not going anywhere.”
you do cry a little more, quiet and overwhelmed by how gentle he’s being after you were so mean. he just kisses the tears away and keeps the same slow pace, letting you use him for comfort for as long as you need.
when you come it’s with a soft, broken little sob of his name, arms squeezing him so hard your fingers dig in. he follows soon after with a low, warm groan, holding you flush against him as he finishes inside you, still stroking your back and whispering soft praise.
“good girl. such a good girl. daddy forgives you. daddy loves you. my sweet baby…”
he doesn’t pull out. he just stays inside you, soft and warm, while you keep your face hidden in his neck and your arms locked around him. his big hands never stop moving, rubbing your back, stroking your hair, wiping the last of the tears from your cheeks.
“all done being mean?” he asks quietly, after a long time.
you nod against him, voice tiny. “all done. i’m sorry…”
“i know you are.” he presses one more long kiss to the top of your head and holds you even tighter. “my good girl. daddy’s got you. always.”
Heyy! I read that anton piece about 10 times😍 what do you think is the kissing style of each riize member?
riize’s kissing style ! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ
➥ ◜ ⓘ how kissing riize would be like + their kissing styles
riize x gn!reader ☁︎ 𑇛 ۫ ៹ fluff kissing intimacy established relationship ◞♡ library
this is my first time writing something like this so please have mercy on me 🙏
OSAKI SHOTARO:
- sweet & gentle
- he’s definitely the type to smile into the kiss, maybe even giggles if he gets shy
- 100% likes to cup your face
- his kisses are more about making you feel loved rather than intensity.
you’re sitting on the couch, giggling so hard your cheeks slightly ache. you don’t even remember what the original joke was but shotaro’s smile was just as wide as yours. he leans forward, resting his forehead on yours for moment before looking into your eyes. “you’re so cute when you laugh” his voice comes out softly and before you could reply, shotaro leans in and his lips brush against yours, almost like he’s asking for permission.
you give him a slight nod and he’s immediately cupping your cheek with his hand, his thumb rubbing against your skin. once his lips touch yours, there’s a warmth that flows through you causing you to melt into his touch. he slightly grins against your lips before finally pulling away, hiding the grin that still hasn’t left his face into your shoulder
SONG EUNSEOK:
- tender & steady
- i think his approach to kissing you would rather be calm and intentional
- he wouldn’t rush. he would rather take his time with you, savoring the moment
- definitely rests his hand on your back hehe
eunseok had taken to you of his “spots” he so claims. you find yourself sitting on top of a hill, staring off into the city lights, away from everyone else. eunseok sits close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from you, causing you to scoot closer. his hand finds the small of your back, his gaze drifting from the city to you. “are you cold? here, let me warm you up”
this kiss comes unhurried, almost as if he has all the time in the world. his grip on your back had slightly tightened and it lingers there, like he’s savoring this moment. he pulls back slightly just to look at you, admire you. he leans in to kiss you again, slower, and deeper. safe to say, it worked! you definitely felt warmer.
JUNG SUNGCHAN:
- playful, giddy, but passionate
- he for sure likes to tease you before actually kissing you
- but when he does kiss you, it’s confident and deep.
- hmm his kisses are sooo flirty and so intense in the best way possible (kicking my legs)
sungchan tilts his head at you, he can’t even hide the grin that forms onto his face. “you’re blushing already? i haven’t even done anything yet! i knew you liked me but i didn’t think thissss much.” he teases, leaning closer towards you. your hands move up, placing them onto his chest to push him away but he manages to catch your wrist before you could do so. he tugs you against him, causing you to look up at him. he uses this opportunity to kiss you, his lips warm and insistent on yours. the way he kisses you makes your brain all fuzzy, you feel like you’re floating.
he pulls away, already smirking at you. “you’re so pretty when you’re like this, yn” he speaks, his voice filled with a hint of tease but also adoration. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you reply, huffing and looking away, trying to hide the smile is forming on your face.
PARK WONBIN:
- magnetic & electric
- when he kisses you, he reaaally focuses on you
- i see him as the type to tilt your head back or if you have longer hair, he would tuck it behind your ear
- his kisses definitely make you feel like the only person in the world, it’s so magnetic
silence hangs between you two, no words are spoken other than the rain hitting softly against the windows. you’re leaning into him, basking in each other’s presence. “what are you thinking about?” wonbin’s voice cuts through the silence. you shifted in your position, looking at him properly. “you.” you said slightly teasingly. he responds to your answer with a small laugh before he places his hand on the back of your hand. “yeah? really?”
you nod, your face breaking into a grin. wonbin’s gaze lingers on your face, as if he was trying to memorize the details. his hand slides to your jaw, titling your face up to meet his. this kiss lands firm and focused. as his lips move against yours, there’s a quiet intensity between the two of you. when he finally pulls back, he opens his mouth to say: “i think about you too.”
HONG SEUNGHAN:
- super affectionate, almost emotional
- his kisses are full of emotion, as if he’s pouring all of his love into you
- his kisses have a sense of longing (this man is a yearner, idc what anyone says)
- his kisses are a mix of comfort and love, so so sweet
after a long day apart, seunghan doesn’t hesitate. he immediately wraps his arms around you as soon as he sees you. pulling you flushed against him, seunghan buries his face into your shoulder. it feels as if he’s trying to mold you two together. “i missed you so much.” he murmurs, against your skin. he leans back, just enough to place a soft kiss on your temple. you giggle at him, shaking your head. “it’s only been a day…”
he stubbornly shakes his head back at you before his lips find yours. this kiss is urgent, warm, and you feel his sincerity seep through you. when he finally pulls back, he brushes his nose against yours before kissing you again and again. by the time he’s done, he’s all smiley as if he wasn’t just sulking earlier. “say you missed me too.” he teases, still holding onto you firmly.
LEE SOHEE:
- also playful, lots of sparks
- he seems the type to steal kisses…
- his kisses can be unpredictable but it’s filled with sincerity and warmth
- he’s just so cute with it, i can’t
“sohee… stay still…” you complain for the 100th time. you’re currently trying to apply make up on your boyfriend’s face but he keeps moving to get a reaction out of you. he can’t help it, he thinks the way your furrow your eyebrows is so cute! “okay okay, i’m sorry! i’ll sit still.. i promise.” you raise an eyebrow at him, not believing him in the slightest but you decided to just continue the makeup routine anyway.
once again, he moves. before you can complain again, his hand is on your wrist and he’s pulling you into a quick kiss. you feel your heart jump, your eyes widening in surprise. you shove his shoulder softly but he only leaned in to kiss you again, properly this time. the kiss makes your head spin, his laugh is muffled into the kiss.
LEE ANTON:
- shy, attentive, but deep
- he’s careful at first, wanting to test the waters first
- when he catches the right moment, his kisses are deep and filled with tenderness
- starts off gentle and shy but ends off breathtaking and burning
anton stares at you, his eyes roaming all over your face. his mind feels like it is running 100 miles per minute, gosh, he thinks you’re so beautiful. you’re tucked under his arm, your chin resting on his chest. suddenly, he moves so the both of you are now sitting up straight. “you okay?” you asked, tilting your head at him. he just smiles at and nods. “i’m okay.” he looks like he’s debating something but before you’re able to press him about it, he blurts out “can i kiss you?” his voice is soft and careful. you paused for a second, processing his question before giggling. “you always can.”
he leans in, almost hesitant, almost embarrassed. but once you kiss him back, something shifts. his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer before he deepens the kiss, slow and steady. somehow all the shyness disappeared and he just wants to bask in this moment with you.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 abusive ex wonbin, ex girlfriend fem reader, toxic relationship, obsession, dark romance
synopsis: you were never meant to belong to someone like wonbin but he decided you did anyway. not gently, not kindly, but with the quiet, terrifying certainty of a man who has already built your life around himself long before you realize it is happening. he watches you the way people watch something precious they refuse to lose, patient and relentless, learning the fragile patterns of your days until nothing you do exists outside of his reach. but love like his is never meant to be soft. it is control wrapped in affection, obsession disguised as protection, a slow tightening grip that closes around your life piece by piece until the people you once knew begin to disappear and the freedom you once had begins to feel like something you imagined. and by the time you finally understand the truth, that this was never devotion, never salvation, never the kind of love that was meant to keep you safe, you are already too deep inside him to know where you end and he begins. loving wonbin was never going to save you. it was always going to ruin you.
WARNINGS: extremely obsessive behaviour, brief depictions of physical violence, toxic relationship dynamics, stalking, manipulation, possessive language, emotional abuse, references to violence, psychological dependency, controlling behavior, dark themes throughout, wonbin being the abusive shitty ex boyfriend you can’t seem to let go of.
a/n: lately i’ve been obsessed with the song and could not get an eater by matt martians out of my head while writing this. this story is not meant to romanticise or present toxic or abusive relationships as something aspirational. it’s an exploration of a very dark and unhealthy dynamic, the kind that blurs the line between obsession and love until neither can exist without the other. loosely inspired by the one boy i tried so hard to let go of, and by the haunting atmosphere of the ending bridge of shades of cool by lana del rey.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
the evening rain battered relentlessly against the thin glass of your street-facing windows, each droplet striking the pane with the restless insistence of fingernails scraping for entry, until the outside world dissolved into a blurred watercolor of streetlights bleeding across slick pavement and shadows pooling thickly in the corners of the empty road. beyond the glass the storm swallowed every familiar detail of the neighborhood, bending the light and distorting the quiet street into something unrecognizable, while inside your small house the air remained unnervingly still, stagnant in a way that felt wrong, heavy with the damp scent of old wood and the lingering warmth of someone who had only just left. the space had never seemed large, but tonight it felt suffocatingly intimate, the walls pressing inward with quiet patience. the house had always been too open, too exposed, a fragile shell of thin walls and narrow rooms where every sound traveled too easily and every shadow lingered just a little too long.
for the past hour the curtains had stayed drawn, thick fabric pulled tight across the windows as if cloth alone could preserve the fragile illusion of safety you had been clinging to ever since sungchan had stepped out into the rain with that apologetic half-smile still lingering on his lips. you had watched the taillights of his car dissolve into the downpour, waited until the sound of the engine disappeared entirely before locking the door behind him, telling yourself you would give it a few minutes before opening the curtains again. just a few minutes. long enough for the street to return to the quiet anonymity it had always held before tonight, long enough to convince yourself that whatever uneasy tension had crept into your chest when he left was nothing more than nerves.
but the minutes stretched into something heavier than expected, the silence settling too thickly inside the house, until the absence of sound began to feel unnatural. you stood there for a while with your hand hovering near the curtain, staring at the dark folds of fabric while the storm outside continued to hammer at the windows, and it was only when the weight of your own thoughts became unbearable that you finally drew the cloth aside.
you felt it before you saw anything.
the sensation arrived slowly at first, a faint prickle along the nape of your neck that crept downward with cold, deliberate fingers until it settled somewhere deep between your shoulder blades, that bone-deep awareness your body had learned to recognize long before your mind could name it. there was a particular weight to being watched by him, something heavier than ordinary attention, something that sank beneath your skin and rooted itself in the marrow of your spine, and the moment it touched you the air in the room seemed to tighten. the quiet stretched thin, the hum of the storm outside suddenly distant and muffled beneath the growing pressure inside your chest, because some primitive part of your instincts had already reached the conclusion your thoughts were still trying desperately to avoid. you stood there for a moment longer than necessary, your breathing shallow and uneven, your eyes tracing the rain-streaked window without quite daring to focus beyond the glass, as though the simple act of confirming what you already knew would somehow make it more real.
but the longer you waited the heavier that unseen gaze became, pressing through the pane with suffocating certainty, until the fragile illusion of safety collapsed under the weight of it and your eyes lifted toward the streetlight outside.
wonbin stood beneath the trembling halo of pale yellow light, drenched so thoroughly by the storm that the rain seemed to have soaked straight through to the marrow of him. dark raven strands clung to the sharp angles of his face in damp, curling lines, plastered against the smooth warmth of his honey-toned skin like ink bleeding slowly across parchment, framing the delicate constellation of moles scattered across his cheeks and jaw in a way that felt almost indecent in its beauty. water slid lazily along the curve of his temple and down the slope of his nose before collecting at the edge of his lips, and he caught the droplet with a slow parting of those soft pink lips before biting down on the lower one with deliberate patience, his gaze never leaving you for even the smallest fraction of a second. through the distorted veil of rain and glass his pupils looked impossibly wide, dark wells with no visible bottom, and the intensity of that stare stretched across the distance between you like something tangible, something invasive and endless that drained the oxygen from the room despite the ten feet of rain-slick pavement separating you.
there was something deeply wrong in the way he watched you. it was not simply anger or longing or even jealousy, but something colder and far more consuming, a quiet certainty of ownership that lived beneath the surface of his expression like rot beneath polished marble. the pane of glass between you felt suddenly fragile, absurdly thin in the face of the relentless focus of his gaze, because he did not look like a man observing from outside. he looked like a man patiently waiting for something that already belonged to him.
then his smile began to form.
it spread slowly across his mouth like the blooming of a bruise beneath skin, dark and deliberate and far too knowing, the kind of smile that had once made strangers turn their heads in admiration while it made your stomach twist violently with the sick familiarity of what lay behind it. it was a beautiful smile, unmistakably so, the kind that softened the sharp edges of his features and lit his face with an almost angelic warmth, yet the longer it lingered the more something about it felt wrong, stretched just slightly too wide and held just a little too long. because beneath the soaked elegance of his appearance, beneath the effortless magnetism that clung to him even while rainwater streamed down his face and darkened the fabric of his clothes, lurked the suffocating truth you had spent so long trying to outrun.
the man who had never once allowed you the simple mercy of breathing without his presence shadowing the air around you, his obsession tightening invisibly with every passing second like a living noose drawn slowly around your throat, each imagined rival another brutal tug on the rope, each moment you existed beyond his reach another offense he would eventually correct. there was something monstrous in the patience of it, in the meticulous way his darkness spread through your life like rot working its way through the beams of a house long before the collapse became visible. because loving him had never meant devotion in the ordinary sense of the word. it meant ownership, surveillance, the quiet understanding that every fragment of your freedom existed only until he decided it did not.
it was the kind of obsession that crept out beneath the cover of night with a blade in hand and the calm focus of a man performing necessary maintenance, slashing through the rubber of your tires while the street lay silent around him. where the morning would arrive with the cruel, quiet realization that the world outside your driveway had suddenly become unreachable. it was the kind that treated other men not as rivals but as intrusions to be removed, leaving behind the sickening aftermath of shattered faces and broken bodies gasping helplessly on rain-slick pavement, their features reduced to swollen ruin beneath fists that struck with the cold certainty of someone convinced he was merely restoring order.
but the true horror of him had never lived in those visible eruptions of violence; it lived in the quiet architecture of control he had built around you piece by piece, the slow invasion of every space you had once believed belonged only to you. cameras hidden in the shadowed corners of your own home, their glass eyes silently drinking in the small, private moments of your life without your knowledge, watching you move from room to room beneath the illusion of safety while somewhere miles away his phone glowed softly with the evidence of your existence. doors that had always been locked suddenly meant nothing when he carried a key you never knew had been copied, slipping inside while you slept so he could stand in the dim silence of your bedroom and watch the rise and fall of your breathing, studying your face with the reverent stillness of someone admiring a possession they refused to risk losing.
and then there were your shoes, the small, almost invisible cruelty of that detail revealing just how far the sickness inside him had spread. tiny airtags hidden deep within the soles of every pair you owned so that each step you took pulsed quietly across the screen of his phone like the rhythm of a second heartbeat, your movements mapped out in perfect, obedient lines across the city as though your body itself had become an extension of his will.
because that was the truth of loving someone like him, the slow, suffocating realization that you had never simply been part of his life. you had become the center of it, the fixed point around which everything else revolved, and the deeper the obsession rooted itself inside him the clearer it became that the world itself had begun to shrink, narrowing gradually until the distance between you and him was the only space left that mattered.
you tried to tear your gaze away from the window, to drag the curtain closed and bury the street behind a wall of fabric and denial, to convince yourself that the empty stretch of pavement outside held nothing but rain and darkness and the distant glow of streetlamps dissolving into the wet asphalt. yet your body betrayed you in the same way it always did when it came to him, locking you in place with a terrible, instinctive stillness, as though some deeper part of your mind already understood the futility of pretending he was not there. outside, the rain cascaded relentlessly down his frame, sluicing along the sharp lines of his shoulders and soaking through the thin fabric of his shirt until it clung to him like a second skin, outlining the rigid tension coiled through his body, the same dangerous power that had pinned you beneath him so many times before, that terrifying strength that lived quietly beneath his calm exterior until something inside him snapped.
and still he did not move. the downpour hammered against the pavement and plastered dark strands of hair against his face, but he stood there unmoving, unmoved, as though the storm itself had been summoned merely to frame him more dramatically against the night. his stare never wavered, never softened, the intensity of it cutting through the glass between you with suffocating clarity, and there was something profoundly wrong in the way he watched you, something that went beyond jealousy or anger and settled somewhere deeper, somewhere feral. the possessive hunger radiating from him seemed almost physical, thick enough that you could nearly taste the metallic edge of it at the back of your throat, that sharp tang of danger that had long ago become inseparable from the sound of his voice, the weight of his hands, the terrible certainty that once his attention fixed itself on something it never truly let go.
there were moments now when it felt as though something inside his mind had begun to rot slowly from the inside out, the decay seeping through the careful mask of composure he once wore so easily. you saw it in the faint tremor that sometimes passed through his hands when he thought you were not looking, in the way his smile stretched just a little too wide and lingered a little too long, like a crack spreading across porcelain that had been dropped too many times. whatever fragile thread of reason had once anchored him to the ordinary world seemed to have snapped months ago, leaving behind something hollowed out and darker in its place, something that did not simply love you but fed on the fear flickering across your face, something that thrived on the knowledge that your heartbeat still responded to him even when every rational instinct told you to run.
because the most terrifying truth was that he owned you even from out there, even standing motionless in the rain with water dripping from his hair and pooling at his feet. the distance between you meant nothing to him; it never had. he had always spoken about it with that quiet, chilling certainty, promising that he would follow you to the ends of the earth if he had to, drag you back from any calm shore or safe harbor you tried to build without him, because no one else could possibly understand what you were, what you needed, what only he could give. the thought sent a traitorous shiver sliding through your body, the sensation as shameful as it was undeniable, because beneath the terror there lived another truth you hated yourself for recognizing.
the intensity of him was intoxicating in a way that stability could never replicate, the violent collision of fear and desire igniting something reckless in your blood, something that pulsed hotter the closer he came to losing control. calm affection, gentle devotion, the steady rhythm of ordinary love had always felt strangely hollow beside it, colorless and distant compared to the way he made every nerve in your body scream to life. because loving wonbin had never been safe or quiet or sane, but it was vivid, explosive, impossible to ignore, and even as you stood there trembling beneath his unblinking gaze, some treacherous part of you still chased the dizzying high of it, the dangerous electricity of a man whose darkness had learned exactly how to set your world on fire.
then he was moving. crossing the pavement in three liquid strides, his boots splashing through puddles without care. his fist rose to pound against your door.
once.
twice.
three times.
each impact vibrated through the thin wood straight into your ribs until the sound became indistinguishable from the thunder of your own pulse.
and then the countdown began, his voice carving through the rain like a blade drawn slowly across exposed bone, the sound of it slipping beneath the door and crawling through the cramped air of the room until it settled in your chest like something alive, something patient, something that had already decided how this night would end long before you ever reached the safety of the lock.
“ten.”
the first collision of his entire body slamming into the door detonated through the house with such brutal force that the frame convulsed violently against your palms as you pressed your trembling weight against it, the wood vibrating beneath your skin like a living thing in agony while the shock of it travelled straight through your ribs and into your spine, leaving you with the horrifying sensation that you were no longer holding a door closed but bracing yourself against the full, unstoppable gravity of him. the monstrous certainty of a man who had never once accepted the idea that anything in the world could be denied to him.
“nine.”
another savage impact exploded against the barrier, harder this time, the sound of splintering wood cracking somewhere above your head as thin fractures spiderwebbed across the surface beneath your hands. and with it came the sickening awareness that the door was beginning to give in the same slow, inevitable way your mind had learned to give, because there was something about the rhythm of his violence, the patient way he delivered it in measured blows, that made resistance feel less like survival and more like a temporary inconvenience he would eventually correct.
“you know what happens when i get down to one and this door is still closed, baby.”
his voice slid through the narrow seams of the wood like damp air leaking into a sealed coffin, thick with that same velvet softness that had fooled so many people before, that calm, charming tone he wore like a mask in public while the truth of him lived here, outside the door, soaked in rain and breathing slowly between each number as if he were savoring the moment, savoring the fragile illusion of safety you had tried so desperately to build between yourself and the reality waiting on the other side.
“eight.”
another crash followed, bone-jarring and violent enough to shake dust from the ceiling, and the tiny room around you seemed to shrink with it, the air growing stale and heavy as paranoia began to crawl along the edges of your vision, because you couldn’t conjure up an escape plan, couldn’t think of an exit. and suddenly every inch of the house felt contaminated with the quiet certainty of him, the lingering knowledge that even when he wasn’t standing in front of you he was always somewhere nearby, watching, listening, waiting with the kind of endless patience that turned every attempt at escape into a delayed surrender.
“seven. six.”
each number fell slowly now, deliberate, punctuated by another brutal collision that sent the hinges rattling and the wood groaning like bone under pressure, until it began to feel as though the door itself were absorbing the violence meant for you, trembling helplessly under the weight of his determination while the sound of it filled your mind with memories you had spent months trying to bury.
the night you had run for the back door, the slick pavement beneath your bare feet, the desperate pounding of your fists against a neighbor’s porch while rain streamed down your face like something close to hope.
“five.”
the memory twisted violently in your mind because you could still see the way his expression had changed the moment the door opened. the sudden warmth blooming across his face as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and laughed softly, apologizing for your behavior with the gentle patience of someone handling a fragile, unstable thing, telling them you had been under so much stress lately, that sometimes you just got confused, just got frightened. the humiliation of that moment had burned almost as deeply as the pain that came after, the moment the door closed behind you and the sweetness vanished from his voice like a mask slipping back into place.
“four.”
another impact slammed into the door with enough force to bow the wood inward, the frame whining in protest as if the house itself were begging you to stop pretending this was something that could be held back forever, because the truth had always been simple, brutally simple, in the way all nightmares eventually are: there was nowhere you could run that he could not reach, nowhere you could hide that he could not eventually find.
“three.”
the next crash splintered the wood with a sharp, splintering crack that echoed through the room like a gunshot, and your hands trembled violently against the lock, the cold metal slick beneath your fingers as your lungs struggled to draw breath against the suffocating pressure building in your chest, because terror had stopped being a feeling and become something physical, something with weight and shape and teeth, curling itself around your ribs and squeezing tighter with every passing second.
“two.”
the number slipped through the door with horrifying calm, and suddenly your body understood something your mind had been too afraid to name. because running would not end this, fighting would not end this, hiding would only delay the inevitable moment when he would find you again with that same gentle smile and those same patient hands, explaining to whoever happened to be watching that you were confused, frightened, unstable, before guiding you back into the quiet privacy of your own home where the truth of him could exist freely again.
so even though every nerve in your body screamed to flee, every instinct clawing desperately for some impossible escape from the suffocating gravity of him, your shaking fingers finally closed around the handle, twisting the lock with a slow, trembling motion before pulling the door open just enough for the rain-drenched silhouette on the other side to step forward as the word two finished leaving his lips. the cold wet night rushed in, carrying him with it. his scent of rain and cologne and something sharper, like the copper tang of old bruises.
his hand shot through the gap before you could slam it shut, fingers wrapping around your throat with bruising familiarity, not enough to cut off air yet, but enough to remind you who held the leash. his voice was low and velvet-smooth, dripping with that manipulative honey that always masked the venom.
“i saw him leave.”
the words slipped into your ear like a blade wrapped in silk, soft enough that for a moment they almost sounded gentle, even as cold rainwater dripped steadily from his lashes onto your cheek. his smirk widened slowly as he watched your expression fracture, that same cruelly beautiful curve of his lips blooming across his face like a bruise spreading beneath pale skin. his free hand lifted with deceptive tenderness, fingertips grazing the line of your jaw in a slow, almost affectionate gesture that would have looked loving to anyone else. you knew those fingers too well, knew the quiet violence hidden inside them, the same hands that had painted purple galaxies across your skin on so many nights you had tried desperately to forget.
“you think you can hide from me, baby?” he murmured, his voice dropping lower as he leaned closer, the damp ends of his raven-dark hair brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. the touch sent an involuntary shiver down your spine despite the dread tightening inside your chest, because even now your body reacted to him with that same traitorous familiarity, the muscle memory of a hundred nights tangled together in ways that had long since blurred the line between tenderness and fear. his pupils swallowed the streetlight behind you as he studied your face, dark and endless, devouring every flicker of your panic.
“you’re mine. every inch. every thought. every pathetic attempt at freedom belongs to me.”
the sentence curled around your mind like barbed wire, tightening with every second you remained standing there beneath his gaze, because the terrifying thing was not the anger in his voice but the calm conviction underneath it. he believed what he was saying with absolute sincerity, the same belief that had followed you through every blocked number, every new lock installed on your doors, every whispered conversation with friends where you insisted this time it was really over. he had stood in the rain for hours just to watch the silhouette of another man leave your door, patient as a predator crouched in tall grass, waiting for the exact moment his prey would look up and realize it had never truly escaped.
“are you crazy? stop fucking stalking me,” the words tore from your throat, raw and jagged, scraping against the pressure of his palm. the accusation seemed to settle into the air between you like a live wire, humming faintly with danger the moment it left your mouth.
yet even as they left your lips, you felt the traitorous heat bloom low in your belly. the helpless rush of adrenaline and arousal that came only from him. only from the toxic gravity of his presence. the way his beauty and his brutality twisted together into something you could not quit. no matter how many times he had shoved you against walls, or screamed until your ears rang, or manipulated your tears into admissions of love that were never love at all.
his hand was still resting lightly along your jaw, his thumb grazing the edge of your skin in slow circles that might have looked tender to someone watching from a distance, yet the muscles beneath his fingers had gone strangely rigid, the subtle tension gathering there with a quiet inevitability you recognized far too well. you had spent months learning the language of his moods, memorizing the tiny shifts that preceded his anger the way sailors study the first tremors of a storm, and the moment you felt that stiffness in his grip a cold awareness slid through your chest.
but you forced the words out anyway, because the fragile defiance pushing them forward felt like the last piece of yourself you still owned.
“we’re done,” you said, your voice trembling despite the anger sharpening it. “i broke up with you last month. you don’t get to do this anymore.”
the smile on his face did not vanish immediately, which somehow made the silence worse. instead it lingered there in a slow, unnatural way, the corners of his lips twitching faintly as though the muscles themselves were confused by the sentence they had just heard. you watched the expression begin to falter piece by piece, the charming curve stretching wider for half a second before collapsing into something far more unsettling.
his brows drew together first, a slow knitting of confusion passing across his features like a shadow moving through water. the look might have seemed almost thoughtful to someone who did not know him, yet you recognized it for what it truly was—the first crack spreading across the carefully constructed illusion that had always lived inside his mind.
the smile twitched again. this time it did not come back.
his jaw tightened slowly, the muscle jumping beneath the smooth line of his cheekbone as the tension climbed upward through his face, draining the last traces of warmth from his expression. the beauty that had once made strangers stare now hardened into something sharper and colder, the symmetry of his features turning predatory in a way that made your stomach twist violently.
“done,” he repeated.
his grip tightened then, vicious and unrelenting, squeezing until stars exploded behind your eyelids and your vision blurred at the edges, your lungs burning as you scratched at his wrists with desperate nails, thrashing in his arms like a trapped animal while he watched your struggle with those black voids for eyes, drinking in every gasp, every tear, every second of your lightheaded surrender. his other fist slammed into your ribs with a sickening crack that sent white-hot agony blooming through your chest, the kind of blow that spoke of a man who had long crossed the line into something irredeemably cruel, sickly drawing soft circles on the stricken flesh as if to soothe you.
he released you only when the strength drained abruptly from your legs and your knees threatened to fold beneath you, your balance collapsing under the violent rush of oxygen returning to your lungs. the moment your body faltered he seized the opportunity with brutal efficiency, shoving you backward with such savage force that your spine collided with the wall behind you in a jarring impact that rattled through your skull, the brittle plaster cracking faintly where the back of your head struck it while his other hand lashed out behind him to slam the door shut with a final, echoing bang that sealed the room like a coffin lid sliding into place.
the sound reverberated through the cramped space with horrifying finality, the small room instantly transforming into something airless and oppressive, a sealed box thick with the damp scent of rain and the charged electricity of his presence. his fingers were already knotting violently into the roots of your hair, wrenching your head backward with such merciless force that pain flared across your scalp like fire racing along exposed nerves, the sharp burn of it making your eyes sting as your neck strained at an unnatural angle, exposing the fragile column of your throat where your pulse throbbed wildly beneath the thin surface of your skin.
he leaned in close enough that the damp strands of his raven-dark hair brushed against your cheek like cold fingers dragging slowly across your face, the faint scent of rainwater and sweat clinging to him as his breath ghosted hot and uneven against the shell of your ear. there was something profoundly wrong in the way he hovered there, something rotten and fractured beneath the surface calm of his breathing, the subtle metallic edge of a mind that had long since slipped past the fragile boundaries separating obsession from madness.
his other hand slid down to your hip and clamped there with bruising force, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh as though he meant to anchor you permanently in place, the pressure cruel enough to drive fresh pain through the fading yellow shadows of older bruises already scattered across your skin like a quiet map of every night you had tried to pretend was the last. with a sharp, possessive tug he shoved your lower body forward until you were crushed flush against him, your soaked clothes clinging together as every hard line of his frame pressed into yours with suffocating intimacy, leaving no space between you for air, for movement, for anything that might resemble escape.
in that suspended moment, with your breath caught somewhere between fear and the dizzying familiarity of him, his voice slipped out low against your ear, venomous and intimate all at once, the quiet tone far more terrifying than shouting could ever be, because it carried the unmistakable weight of something that had grown beyond reason, beyond restraint, something ancient and biblical in its jealousy, as though the simple fact of another man existing within reach of you had become an offense worthy of catastrophe.
“you still smell like him,” he murmured softly, his grip tightening in your hair until your scalp burned beneath his fingers.
the words slithered across your skin like poison, each syllable soaked in quiet fury as his nose brushed the curve of your jaw, drawing in a slow breath as though the scent itself were an insult he intended to punish.
“the filthy trace of another man’s touch clinging to your skin like a disease,” he continued, the calm menace of his voice somehow more chilling than the violence that had preceded it.
“i’ll rip it out of you. i’ll erase every second he existed inside your pathetic little world until the only scent left on you is mine, until the only name you can choke out between screams is mine, until even your bones remember who the fuck you belong to.”
his lips crashed against yours before you could answer, the kiss brutal and consuming, tasting of rain and fury and the salt of tears that had not yet fallen, his teeth catching your lip hard enough to draw the sharp bloom of copper across your tongue. still your body betrayed you in that horrifying, familiar way, arching toward him even as every rational part of your mind screamed in protest, because the terrible truth had already woven itself too deeply through the fragile wiring of your thoughts.
the cycle had become something instinctive, something older than logic. the ugly, intoxicating dance of passion and punishment that he had carved into the foundations of your life piece by piece, until the lines between fear and longing blurred into something unrecognizable, something that left your pulse racing not only with terror but with the twisted, electric thrill of being claimed so completely.
his breath brushed across your skin when he finally pulled back, chest rising and falling as though even he had to fight to contain the storm inside him, his dark eyes searching your face with a frightening intensity that made it feel as though he were peeling apart your thoughts one fragile layer at a time.
“you’ll never escape me,” he said quietly, the promise settling in the room like a curse etched into stone. “not in this life. not in the next.”
his thumb dragged slowly along the side of your throat as he spoke, the gesture almost gentle, almost affectionate, and yet the threat beneath it was unmistakable.
“i’ll burn down every safe place you try to build until you remember who you belong to.”
standing there with the rain still dripping from the dark strands framing his face, his honeyed skin glistening faintly in the dim light while those endless black eyes devoured every flicker of fear and hunger warring across your expression, you felt something inside your chest finally give way, the last fragile thread of resistance snapping quietly somewhere deep within the labyrinth of your mind.
because the truth was far more terrifying than anything he had said aloud.
the suffocating gravity of him had already rooted itself too deeply in the fragile architecture of your thoughts, dragging you back again and again into the same brutal orbit, where every bruising kiss and whispered threat wrapped around your throat like the most exquisite noose, tightening slowly until the only sensation left was the dizzying rush of being alive inside the destruction.
and no matter how many nights you swore would be the last, no matter how many doors you locked or promises you made to yourself beneath trembling breath, the pattern always circled back to this moment. to him standing impossibly close with that knowing look in his eyes.
because the high of wonbin, the terrifying, intoxicating intensity of his devotion twisted into something poisonous and obsessive, had long since become the only drug your fractured soul still craved.
and he knew it. he had always known it.
the slow curve of his smirk pressed into your skin like a brand as the rain continued to fall outside, steady and indifferent, the quiet rhythm of it echoing against the windows while the wreckage unfolding inside the room remained hidden from the rest of the world.
content: sex, porn with plot, semi-public sex, college au, threesome, safe sex, completely consensual!
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
WONBIN had a massive crush on you. You were smart, beautiful, charismatic— if he believed in love at first sight, it was because of you.
He didn't join the journalism club because of you; the fact that you were the vice president of the club was merely a happy coincidence. Wonbin made sure to never miss a single meeting because the meetings were the only way he got to see you. You were a junior, and he was merely a freshman. He honestly wondered if he even had a chance with you because you were an upperclassman and probably wouldn't go for someone younger than you, but he still wanted to try his luck because, as far as he could tell, you were single.
"Alright, well that concludes this week's meeting. Everyone has their assignments, correct?" you asked as you sorted your papers.
Everyone nodded, but Wonbin's nod was just a little more vigorous.
"Great. Okay, go off, do your thing."
You dismissed everyone, and before Wonbin got out of his chair, you said, "Wait, Wonbin, I need to talk to you."
"Y-Yes?" Wonbin stuttered while praying his voice wouldn't betray him by cracking.
"Your last article was really good, but I'm wondering if we should have you exploring the arts department more."
"What do you mean?"
"You have a clear passion for theater and musicals, so if you would like, you can focus on the school performances instead of being assigned to whatever's left," you explained.
"You mean like... I get my own column?"
"Yep— Only if you want it, though!" you clarified.
"No, I really do want it! Thank you so much!" Wonbin said excitedly while bowing gratefully.
The thing was that only upperclassmen got their own section, and all of the underclassmen picked up random scraps here and there, so the fact that Wonbin was getting offered this chance was incredible to him. Plus, if you were the one breaking the news to him, that must mean you really like his articles.
"So, Seonghwa's going to talk to you more about the column maybe tomorrow or next week," you continued. "It depends on when he gets done with his capstone, after all."
"Yeah, that makes sense," Wonbin nodded— after all, the president did have the final say for everything.
"Good. Alright, I'll see you later then."
Wonbin nodded and bowed again before doing his best to leave the room confidently. The second he was out of the room, though, he held onto his beating heart and exhaled heavily. A smile and light pink blush crept onto his cheeks as he replayed the moment in his head. The smile lingered on his face as he left the building with a skip in his step.
"Hey, Wonbin," a girl he'd never seen before suddenly approached him as he left the building. "I— I have something to tell you..."
Slightly taken aback, the smile on his face faltered as he looked at the girl. He took in his surroundings and realized that there was a group of girls standing several feet away watching his interaction with this girl with a blazing red face.
Oh. Another confession.
"What is it?" Wonbin tried asking as politely as possible, but his patience was wearing thin.
"I... I really like you!"
Lord.
"Oh, well, thank you," he said softly.
"Will you go out with me?" The girl suddenly got a little bolder as she lifted her head to make intense eye contact with him.
"Ah, well, um... I already have a girlfriend," Wonbin lied straight through his teeth.
The girl's face fell. She looked at the group of other girls and glared at them. Then, she quickly turned back to Wonbin and said, "I-I'm sorry for wasting your time! Bye!"
Wonbin watched the girl scurry off to her friends and start sobbing the second she got to them. He let out a soft sigh. He grabbed his headphones from his bag and put them on before playing a song and making his way off campus.
Why couldn't he just get the girl that he wanted?
YOU finished up the article you were working on and were cleaning up your station when your phone pinged with a new notification.
seonghwa: meet me at the bridge
The bridge he was talking about, the only bridge on campus, was a five minute walk from your building. You messaged him back before wrapping up and heading out of the building.
It was already nighttime when you left the building. You shouldn't have been surprised at that point because you were used to staying late to finish up articles, but every time you walked out to a dark sky and barely any stars, you were always surprised. Quickly, you made your way to the bridge and saw Seonghwa standing at the peak of it while leaning against the wood railing. The second you took a step on the creaking wood, Seonghwa turned his head, his gaze meeting yours.
"Hey," he greeted with a smile.
"Hi."
"So, tell me," the man got right to it. "How was the meeting?"
"It went well. Everyone did what they were supposed to, everyone got their assignments— standard."
"Good."
"Oh, and I told Wonbin about the column. He seemed pretty excited about it," you couldn't help but giggle thinking about the giddy expression on his face and the stars sparkling in his eyes.
"Yeah? That's good to hear."
Seonghwa, for some reason, seemed a little disgruntled after you brought up Wonbin. You were confused— it was his idea to give Wonbin the column in the first place, so why was he acting all weird about it now?
You knew Seonghwa was definitely bothered when he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pockets. He took one out and stuck it between his lips, only for you to take it out of his mouth.
"What?" Seonghwa turned to you, very clearly irritated.
"Not yet."
"You're really annoying, you know that?"
"Okay, but I'd rather not make out with you when you have cigarette breath, Hwa," you responded while leaning closer to him.
"Oh? Is that on the table tonight?"
Seonghwa turned towards you and wrapped his arms around you before pulling you close to him.
"You have to ask? I thought that was a given."
"Hmm, okay, doll face," Seonghwa hummed.
His hands strayed down to your ass. He held your ass tightly before pulling up, bringing you to your tippy toes and closer to him. You held his shoulders and brought your face closer to his.
"Your place or mine?"
Seonghwa, somewhat lost in thought, hummed again while teasing you, his lips barely grazing yours.
"Your place. My roommate's bringing someone home."
"Alright, but one condition."
"What is it?"
"Stop fucking teasing me and kiss me."
Seonghwa stifled a giggle and leaned away from you to get a look at the expression on your face. "We're in public," he whispered. "Do you really want people to see?"
"Hwa, your hands are on my fucking ass right now."
"Touché."
Finally, he stopped teasing you, and he pressed his lips against yours. His hands moved from your ass to your lower back. His fingertips tickled the dimples on your back, and his lips made yours tingle when he tugged upwards on your lower lip. You ran your fingers through his hair with one hand, your other hand slipping from his shoulder to his chest. His arms pulled you even closer— you had no idea if there was even room between the two of you— and you felt his pelvis press against you. He was starting to firm up.
"Wait," you breathlessly pushed him away, the man whining slightly. "Let's go before you fuck me on the bridge."
The entire walk back to your place, Seonghwa kept a slight distance between the two of you. The great thing about the bridge was that not many students used it, so he was able to be as intimate as he wanted to be with you there, but the walk from campus to your apartment made you go through the major hotspots of your college, and if the two of you were going to keep your relationship a secret, you both had to act like there was absolutely nothing between the two of you.
So, the second your front door shut behind you, Seonghwa pounced on you. He grabbed your shirt collar and pulled you in while making out with you sloppily, your own fingers getting tangled in his hair. His fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt nimbly before untucking your shirt and pulling the sleeves down quickly. He continued breathlessly kissing you as he pinned you against the door. You worked on getting his shirt off, the buttons coming off one by one to reveal his white wife-beater.
You were getting impatient. You pushed Seonghwa away from the door and towards your bedroom, Seonghwa ultimately carrying you while you wrapped your legs around his waist so he could kiss you a little more comfortably.
As soon as you got to your room, Seonghwa sat then laid down on the bed, making you straddle him and hover above him. Still kissing, you reached behind you and unhooked your bra, the bra flying somewhere in the room the second the straps fell off your shoulders.
You saw Seonghwa's eyes sparkle when he laid eyes on your breasts. He slid down slightly and wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer to him, the man immediately sucking on your breast as soon as it neared his mouth. You sighed blissfully the harder he sucked, and you moaned softly when he began massaging your other breast with his hand.
"Seong— Mmm! Seonghwa, p-please," you whined. "Just fuck me, please..."
Seonghwa chose to ignore you. He, instead, switched breasts, and instead of massaging your breast again, he ran his hands down the curve of your bare waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. He tugged on your nipple gently with his teeth, his hands removing your pants, allowing you to kick them off.
"Stay on your hands and knees, doll face," Seonghwa said, his voice low and sultry, sending tingles down your spine.
You chose to listen to him. Seonghwa slipped off the bed and pushed you forward so that you were in the center of the bed. He brought your waist up slightly before licking a stripe along your cunt. You gripped the duvet below you and sighed with pleasure as you felt Seonghwa's tongue ravish your pussy.
"Oh my God— Oh fuck!" you cried when you felt his finger draw circles on your clit while his tongue pushed through your folds. You clawed at the sheets and curled your toes as you felt the pleasure building within you.
As he continued to eat you out, Seonghwa removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his cock out. His tongue was still deep inside you as he collected some of your arousal onto his fingers before stroking himself. The higher and shorter your moans got, the faster he fucked his fist. It was when his tongue found your clit once again did white fill your vision. You cried loudly as you came, Seonghwa nearly getting a facial as you squirted. He quickly drove two of his fingers into your cunt and fingered you hard and fast, getting you to squirt again. Your thighs were trembling, and your hands were barely supporting you by the time you recovered from your orgasm.
"God, doll face, how pent up were you?" Seonghwa teased as he moved upright and knelt right behind you.
You couldn't even tell him to shut up— you were breathing heavily and focusing on blinking until you could see clearly again. Seonghwa got off the bed momentarily to rifle through your nightstand and grab a condom from the box the two of you had stashed there months ago before returning to his position behind you. He rolled the condom on then teased your cunt with the tip of his cock. He rubbed up and down, occasionally pressing the head through your folds.
"Hwa— Ah! Oh, shit," you were about to yell at him to stop teasing you when he shoved his cock all the way inside you, bottoming out.
"Hmm?" Seonghwa asked with a slight groan. "What was that?"
You bit your lower lip and shook your head before dropping it, the man behind you chuckling at your response. He held your hips and began moving at a fairly steady pace. Every time he thrust into you, you heard him exhale through gritted teeth. The lewd sounds of your wet cunt swallowing Seonghwa's cock filled up the room along with the bedsprings below you, the man starting to speed up.
Seonghwa moved his hands to your waist, and at some point, he pushed the space between your shoulder blades down, making you go from your hands to your knees. He leaned over you and smacked his waist against yours even faster, his breathing erratic as he choked back his groans. You, on the other hand, were just letting yourself go. The new angle drove you to pleasure faster, and at some point, you couldn't take it anymore.
"F-Fuck, I'm cumming!" you whimpered as you pushed your head into your mattress.
You cunt fluttered before completely tightening up, Seonghwa wincing as the tension felt way too fucking good. He pulled out and fingered you fast, making you squirt onto his pants and your duvet. Your cries died down as you completely released, the knot in your stomach completely unraveling. You collapsed onto your bed and sighed blissfully while knowing in the back of your head that Seonghwa wasn't done with you yet because he still had yet to cum as well.
"Damn, now I need to do my laundry," Seonghwa chuckled as he observed his stained pants. "Looks like I'm spending the night."
"Be honest with me— you did that intentionally, right?" you accused him with a playful tone as you turned to face him.
"And what if I did?"
"Hwa, you can just spend the night if you'd like. You don't need to come up with an excuse. Also, you have a lot of clothes here."
Seonghwa had slipped out of his pants and tossed them over the edge of the bed before kneeling between your now open legs. He tugged his wife-beater off and flung it behind him before hovering right above you, his beautiful face nearing yours slowly.
"Is that right, doll?" Seonghwa asked with his signature smile. "Alright, noted."
You smiled back and held the back of his neck to pull him down and kiss you. Seonghwa kissed you sensually as he positioned his cock and slipped it into your wet cunt. You were soaking, and it was easy for him to glide through you, but that didn't change the fact that you were still incredibly tight. So tight, in fact, that Seonghwa could barely hold it together.
It was when you moved your hips upwards into his slightly that caused him to break. He stopped kissing you to fuck you fast and hard, your hands moving to his arms and gripping tightly.
Seonghwa couldn't even get the words out. He groaned loudly as he came, his hot cum filling the rubber yet still warming you up inside. He continued moving in and out of you, his cock twitching as more ropes of cum continued collecting in the condom. With a final sigh, Seonghwa hovered above you again, his boba eyes starry with bliss.
"Seonghwa," you whispered as you brushed his stray locks from his sweaty forehead. "Tell me something."
"What is it, doll?"
"Was that enough for you, or can we..."
Seonghwa chuckled. He placed his thumb on your lower lip and tugged gently. You saw his eyes darken, and you felt his cock— which was still inside you— firm up.
"I can never get enough of you, doll."
YOU knew that Seonghwa sleeping over was a bad idea because he was going to make the two of you late for class. That morning, you woke up to Seonghwa's waist pressing into yours, his insatiability overpowering you.
"Come on, doll face," Seonghwa's morning voice rumbled in your ear as he hugged you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Just one time..."
"Hwa, we have class..." you sighed.
No was not an option at that point because Seonghwa's hands slipped under your shirt and tiptoed up to your breasts, his fingers immediately finding and tugging on your nipples. He pressed gentle kisses along the slope of your neck, his kisses slowly moving to your shoulder.
"Goddammit, fuck you, Park Seonghwa," you groaned when you felt him push his knee between your legs.
That's how the two of you ended up sprinting to campus. You both had class at the same time, but they were different classes, so no one could suspect the relationship between the two of you since you were running to opposite ends of campus.
After your morning class, though, the two of you met up at the cafeteria— you and your friends from the journalism department always ate lunch together, which meant you got to see Seonghwa again.
"Hey, how was your morning?" Seonghwa asked very nonchalantly as he sat down right next to you.
"A bit of a headache, actually," you answered truthfully.
"Oh? Why is that?"
There was a sly smirk on Seonghwa's face— a smirk that you wanted to wipe off with a slap, but you held yourself back.
"I couldn't get out of bed."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to sleep— Seonghwa, just shut the fuck up and eat your lunch," you said, your voice laced with exasperation as you pushed his face away from you so he would stop asking you “why?”.
You and your friends dug into your lunches, and the table was silent for a grand total of two seconds before one of your friends commented, "You guys are awfully close for people who are just friends..."
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"Are you sure there's nothing going on between the two of you?"
Neither you nor Seonghwa changed your expression— the two of you were masters at not getting flustered when people asked you invasive questions at that point.
"As if anything would happen between us," Seonghwa scoffed.
"But you two were clearly flirting—"
"Seonghwa just lives to annoy the shit out of me," you swiftly responded. "You shut up and eat your food, too."
A couple other friends snickered before the conversation steered back to something normal.
And although you and Seonghwa agreed that nothing serious would ever happen between you two, his response to your friend's question bothered you slightly.
His response continued to swirl around in the back of your head as you went through your remaining classes and got to the journalism department floor. You desperately tried to distract yourself by throwing yourself into your homework and work for the club, but it just kept fucking bothering you.
"As if anything would happen between us."
You hated that you were overthinking it. After giving up on trying to focus, you packed up your bag and stood up, only to realize the entire floor was completely deserted; you were so in your own head that you didn't realize how much time had passed. You sighed softly to yourself and began walking towards the exit, only to hear someone rapidly typing.
You walked in the direction of the sound to see Wonbin staring intently at his screen and tapping away. He had his headphones on as well as a pair of blue-light glasses as he practically shoved his face into his computer screen. He was so focused, and at first you found it cute, but when you saw the serious look on his face, your heart skipped a beat.
He looked familiar in a way, but you couldn't quite place it.
Shaking the thought from your head, you decided to quietly approach him. You leaned over his shoulder, and even then, Wonbin had yet to notice you. It was when you asked, "Whatcha workin' on?" did Wonbin respond to you.
"Oh my God, you scared me!" Wonbin exclaimed while nearly leaping out of his chair.
"Sorry," you couldn't help but laugh as you apologized to the startled guy. "So, what're you working on?"
Clearing his throat and moving slightly to the side so that you could get a better look at his screen, Wonbin moved the cursor to show many, many tabs. He explained that he was doing all of the research in the Goddamn world before writing an article for one of his journalism classes. Seeing him talk so passionately about what he was working on made a soft smile spread across your face, and your heart fluttered a bit before a new nagging feeling entered the back of your mind as you suddenly realized why he looked familiar to you.
He reminded you of a younger Seonghwa.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a growling noise— Wonbin's stomach was rumbling. His face went bright red as he covered his stomach and looked away from you.
"Wonbin, when was the last time you ate?" you asked him.
"Uh... I think this morning," he admitted. "I skipped lunch to work on the research."
"Alright, come with me. Let's go get some dinner."
Wonbin scrambled to clean up his station before scurrying after you. The two of you ended up going to the convenience store near campus and grabbing cup ramens. The two of you sat side by side as you ate your ramen in silence and stared out the window.
"I have a question for you," you stated somewhat suddenly, making the poor guy choke on his noodles. "Why did you choose journalism?"
"Honestly... I don't know. I kind of wanted to become a musician, but my parents made me reconsider because it wasn't realistic according to them," Wonbin responded— he was being pretty candid with you, making your heart swell up a tiny bit.
"What do you want to do after college, then?"
"No idea yet... I should figure that out, shouldn't I?"
Wonbin looked at his ramen and sighed softly. You definitely stressed the poor boy out. In attempt to make him feel better, you patted his head and said, "You still have, like, two years to figure it out. Don't stress too hard for now."
"O-Oh! Right! You're, erm, you're right..." Wonbin nearly yelped, his face turning bright red. "I have time..."
The innocent, puppy-dog look on his face made your cuteness aggression kick in for absolutely no reason. You ended up chuckling lightly and ruffling his hair, Wonbin's face only getting redder.
He's so cute.
After the two of you finished eating and making more small talk, you both exited the convenience store.
"Which way are you headed, Wonbin?" you asked.
"That way. You?"
"I'm the opposite direction," you couldn't help but laugh. "Get home safe, okay?"
"W-Wait, I can walk you home—"
"Don't be ridiculous. I live close to here, and you should get home soon, too. I'll see you tomorrow."
Wonbin pressed his lips together and nodded. Again, he looked so damn cute that you just couldn't help yourself. You ruffled his hair again and waved goodbye to him before heading back to your apartment.
So cute.
After that night, you couldn't help but give Wonbin more attention. Maybe it was the fact that he reminded you of Seonghwa that drew you to the younger guy, but regardless, you were definitely showing him a little more attention than the other underclassmen after that.
SEONGHWA was annoyed. You had suddenly grown distant from him, and he didn't know why. You were being pretty passive when he texted you, and honestly, it had been a week since the two of you had hooked up— the max it had ever been was 3, maybe 4, days. Which meant not only was Seonghwa annoyed, but he was also pent up.
His irritation only grew when he saw how close you were getting with the underclassmen, specifically Wonbin. Sure, it was your job as the vice president to make sure everyone could handle the work assigned and get everything in on time, but the president and vice president still had to check in with each other, right?
One day, he snapped. You were sitting next to Wonbin and laughing with him, and he didn't like that at all. Seonghwa wasn't one to get jealous, but you with this kid was driving him insane. He needed to say something to you.
"Any questions?" Seonghwa asked after wrapping up that week's club meeting.
Not a single person raised their hand. Seonghwa nodded before silently dismissing everyone. He kept an eye on you as he saw you quickly grab your bag and try to sneak out of the room. Before you made it to the doors, he grabbed your shoulder and said, "We need to talk, vice president."
He saw you gulp nervously before nodding and heading towards the center of the room. As soon as everyone had left, Seonghwa closed and locked the door.
"What the hell, Y/N? You've been avoiding me, haven't you?" Seonghwa cut the bullshit and got straight to it.
"N-No, I haven't—"
"Don't fucking lie to me. You just tried to sneak out of the room. What the hell is going on?"
You let out a deep breath and met his steely gaze as you responded, "Nothing. Everything's fine. I just have work to do."
"What, with that kid?"
Seonghwa saw your eyebrows furrow, and the frown on your face deepened. He definitely hit a sore spot.
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me. You've been spending more time with that kid lately."
You slammed your bag onto the conference room table and stood a little more confidently, slightly startling Seonghwa. His gaze then hardened before he continued, "You need to stop being so nice to the kid—"
"Kid? He's got a name, Seonghwa, and he's not a kid. Don't make it sound weird," you interrupted.
"You're the one making it weird when you say it like that. Either way, don't be so nice to him."
"Why? Weren't you the one who wanted to give him that column in the first place?"
"Yes, but—"
"So, why shouldn't I help him? He's a freshman, Seonghwa, and he needs some help with this first article."
"Because you need to stop leading him on," the words flew out of Seonghwa's mouth before he could even reflect what he actually meant.
Your face got slightly red, and Seonghwa immediately realized what was going on: you weren't spending time with Wonbin to help him; you were spending time with Wonbin to be with him.
"You like him, don't you?" he asked quietly.
"So what if I do?" you cleared your throat and shot back.
"You shouldn't. It's unprofessional."
You scoffed (and Seonghwa also mentally reprimanded himself for saying something so foolish). "Are you really one to be preaching professionalism, Seonghwa?"
Seonghwa lowered his gaze. You weren't wrong.
"I can do whatever I want, Seonghwa. You're not my boyfriend."
"I—"
"And I'm not leading him on if I'm genuinely interested in him," you interrupted.
"Genuinely interested? Ha! Give me a break," Seonghwa laughed sardonically. "Besides, I may not be your boyfriend, but face it, doll face— You're mine. You've been mine since we met, and you'll continue to be mine."
"Excuse me? I'm not an object for you to fucking own, and the only way I'll ever actually be yours is if you decide to stop acting like this and actually ask me out, you prick."
Seonghwa was at a loss for words. He was getting really heated, and his jealousy was surging forward, because he didn't mean half of the things coming out of his huge fucking mouth; but, he couldn't stop himself. He was so pissed.
"Is that why you've been avoiding me, then? You're mad that I'm not asking you to be exclusive?"
"You are the one that said "as if anything would happen between us," and I want to stop wasting my time on someone who sees me as nothing more than his personal fuck toy."
"But, Y/N, you knew what you were getting into... We agreed that we wouldn't catch feelings for each other."
You were quiet for a little, then said softly, "Then why are you jealous?"
Seonghwa did not know how to respond to that. He sighed softly before pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes tightly. He was trying to rationalize everything in his head, but he had too many thoughts and emotions flying around. After a moment of silence passed, Seonghwa opened his eyes and gazed at you, his heart beating slightly faster as he saw the sadness in your eyes. He took a small step forward and held his hands out for you to hold, and he was relieved when you did take his hand.
"I'm sorry," he started. "It's... It's complicated. I need some time to think about it... Maybe even talk it through."
"I think I do too," you admitted quietly. "We don't have to talk about it tonight, though."
"That's the thing, though... I— I want to," Seonghwa stuttered. He laced his fingers with yours and held them up before looking into your eyes earnestly and saying, "I really miss you."
"I miss you, too, Hwa."
Hearing you finally say his nickname instead of his full name made the man feel so much better. He could help but smile in relief. The smile on his face faltered when you took your hands back, but it returned when you hugged him. He hugged you as well and kissed your temple while comforting you by rubbing your back.
"Would you like to come over to my place tonight to talk things through? Please?" Seonghwa whispered.
"...I'd like that."
WONBIN was a little upset if he was being honest. He knew that you were helping him with the column since it was his first time working on something so big, so when you stopped helping him, he was disappointed.
The more time you spent with him, the bigger his crush on you grew. He honestly thought that maybe you might've shared the same feelings, but after he completed his first column, his number of interactions with you had died down. At least you were still talking to him even if it was not as frequently.
That being said, after spending so much time with you, Wonbin couldn't help but pay even more attention to you. He wasn't stalking you or anything, but any time you were within his general vicinity, his eyes were drawn towards you. You were even more beautiful, even more charming, even more charismatic to him. Dare he say it, if he wasn't careful, he would fall in love with you.
He noticed these things, but he also noticed that you were kind of sticking close to Seonghwa's side. He wondered if you were dating the guy because there was just something about the way the two of you interacted that made him question exactly how close you were with the president. Like, at some point, it didn't look like a vice president and a president talking, nor did it seem like two really good friends talking, but rather like two people who clearly had feelings for each other.
"Don't forget," Seonghwa announced at the end of that week's meeting. "We have the social tonight. Everyone better show up!"
Laughter and chatter rippled through the club, and soon after, everyone left the room. Wonbin took a little more time leaving the room and saw you approach Seonghwa with some files. You were standing awfully close to him, and Wonbin definitely noticed the way Seonghwa's facial features softened when you spoke to him. He feared that his suspicions were true when he saw the two of you laugh and chat happily, so he quickly left the room before he had to see more of it.
Unfortunately, he was going to see more of it that night at the social. He was dreading the social, actually. At first, he was excited because it was a chance to spend time with you, but after what happened earlier that day, he had very mixed feelings about it. Those feelings became significantly less mixed when he found himself surrounded by all of the girls in the journalism department.
"You're so cute, Wonbin," one girl commented as she touched his arm for more than three seconds. "Your girlfriend must be very happy to be with you."
Shit.
He forgot that he told people that he had a girlfriend. Yet, even though this girl next to him knew that he "had a girlfriend," she was still hitting on him. Seriously, what was wrong with this girl?
"Yeah, she is," Wonbin responded with a pleasant smile as he brushed the girl's hand off his arm.
"Are you happy to be with her, though?" another girl pressed herself right up against Wonbin's shoulder.
"Yeah, I am," Wonbin kept his pleasant smile plastered to his face while he moved away from the girl.
The girls continued to talk to him and harass him, and every girl tried to get him to drink, but there was no way in hell that he would drink anything these girls gave him out of fear for his own safety.
For once, Wonbin was actually super grateful to see Seonghwa walk in, because the second he did, all the girls turned their attention to him, allowing Wonbin to sneak away from the girls and sit elsewhere. He sat down near some male upperclassmen and let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God..." he muttered to himself.
"Oh no! Pretty girls love me and won't leave me alone!" one of the upperclassmen said with heavy sarcasm. "You don't realize how lucky you are, you lucky bastard."
"You know most of those girls are psycho, though, right?" Wonbin explained. "Some of them followed me home the other day..."
"Okay, well, when you put it like that..."
The upperclassman, now feeling horrible for the poor freshman, poured Wonbin a shot then clinked his glass with Wonbin's before they both took their shots. Wonbin wasn't exactly a lightweight, but the second the shot went down, he realized that maybe that was enough for the night; and that realization only doubled down when felt his face get hot and his body sway.
The upperclassmen were all talking— and they weren't leaving Wonbin out— but Wonbin was only able to get out small statements and words here and there. He was definitely not drunk, and he was barely tipsy, but the only reason he was so out of it was because he couldn't help but stare at you. Seonghwa ended up sitting right next to you when he got to the restaurant, so Wonbin watched with slight envy as you laughed (cutely, in Wonbin's humble opinion) at something Seonghwa said.
"Hey," Wonbin suddenly interrupted the upperclassmen's conversation about God knows what. "I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Is there something going on between Y/N and Seonghwa?"
"Oh, I actually know the answer to this one!" one of the upperclassmen at the table spoke. "I asked them the other day, and they both got mad at me, so I know this for a fact."
"Jesus, you're just as wordy as your fucking articles," another upperclassman slapped the first guy's shoulder. "Spit it out."
"Well, Seonghwa said, "As if anything would happen between us," and then Y/N said that Seonghwa lives to annoy the shit out of her, so there's really nothing there."
"Huh..." Wonbin mused out loud.
"Plus, Seonghwa's graduating this year, and Y/N's going to be president when he leaves, so most of the time they spend together now is just him prepping her. The last president did the same thing with Seonghwa," the guy continued.
"Also," another added. "If the president and the vice president didn't spend time together, I'd be concerned for the future of the department."
"True..."
"Wait, kid, why are you asking?"
"Oh, I just thought they seemed really close," Wonbin did his damn best to make sure he didn't stutter.
Most of the upperclassmen at the table accepted his response and turned to talk to each other, but the one Wonbin shared a drink with side-eyed him. He leaned towards Wonbin and whispered, "You like Y/N, don't you?"
Wonbin blushed furiously. His face betrayed him, but he still responded, "No!"
"Don't worry, kid. All of us have had some sort of crush on her at some point. She's just that charming— but it's never going to happen, so keep dreaming."
With that and a pat on his shoulder, the upperclassman turned to his peers, leaving Wonbin with his own thoughts. He ended up taking another shot by himself and nursed a beer while he tuned into the conversation at the table.
The normalcy lasted a grand total of five minutes before the girls who were harassing Wonbin earlier joined his new table. The upperclassmen tried to talk to the girls, but they kept expressing interest in a very exasperated Wonbin to the point where he was feeling claustrophobic. With a stroke of brilliance, Wonbin got out of his situation by excusing himself to "go to the bathroom," but instead of going to the bathroom, he went outside for some air.
Wonbin sighed deeply as he stood by the side of the establishment, his body beginning to relax as he focused on the dark sky above.
"Geez, that was a deep sigh."
His body immediately tensed again as he flinched when he heard your voice. You stood alongside him and waved at him while saying, "Hi, Wonbin."
"O-Oh my gosh," Wonbin managed to choke out a response while holding his heart. "Uh, hi..."
You giggled at his reaction, sending Wonbin's heart on another sprint. He felt his face get red hot again when he realized how close you were standing to him.
"You look a little tipsy," you commented when you saw his face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Wonbin said after clearing his throat. "I just needed to come out for air."
"Are you sure? Your face looks a little too flushed right now."
You gestured for him to get closer to you, which obviously, he did. You pressed your palm to his forehead, making Wonbin freak out internally even more. Even after all the hair ruffles, his heart still wasn't used to you making physical contact with him so casually.
"You're so warm," you whispered.
"I d-don't have a fever..."
"I know you don't."
It was when you cupped his face and smiled softly at him did Wonbin realize that you were a little tipsy too, just like him. He truly froze when you brushed your thumbs along his cheekbones, his heart thudding wildly against his chest.
"You're so cute, Wonbin," you told him, making his already deep blush get way worse.
"T-Thank you... You're really pretty too—!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Wonbin covered his mouth, his eyes wide with shock. He was so surprised that he was being bold and honest with you because he really wasn't one to be like that sober. He was even more surprised when you giggled at his reaction.
"You're adorable, Wonbin."
Wonbin truly had no idea how his heart didn't just burst out of his chest when you kissed his cheek. Granted, it was the tiniest of pecks, but it was a freaking kiss from you for crying out loud. When the two of you made eye contact, something stirred within him. He had half a mind to surge forward and actually kiss you, but he didn't need to because you pulled his face towards you and kissed him first.
His arms went around your waist, and you held his shoulders as you kissed him over and over again, all the unspoken feelings between the two of you silently coming forward.
The interest was mutual... Thank God.
YOU held Wonbin's hand as you entered your apartment, your fingers laced with his. Neither of you had uttered a word about what just happened, but there was a silent understanding at least, and that's all you really needed for now.
When you got to the living room, you let go of his hand and sat down on the couch, Wonbin sitting right next to you. You felt your heart racing so fast that it was ready to take off for the moon when you saw the way he was looking at you.
"I, um... Can—" Wonbin cleared his throat and swallowed nervously. "Can I kiss you?"
Moments ago, he was kissing you as if the world would end if he stopped, and now he was sitting on your couch asking for permission? God, he was so fucking cute. You nodded and scooted the tiniest bit closer to him. Wonbin let out a tiny sigh of relief, a brief smile crossing his face as he cupped your face gently.
This time, the kiss was more sensual and passionate. It was only one, sweet kiss at first, followed by several more, the intensity of the kisses steadily raising as your emotions surged to the surface. There was a hint of urgency and intense desire emanating from him as he leaned into you, pushing you down so that you were laying on the couch.
Wonbin straddled you and sat upright to remove his shirt, his toned body glistening with a light layer of sweat. You were a little in awe as you observed the way he ran his fingers through his hair, his muscles getting more defined as he leaned back. You were staring so intently, in fact, that Wonbin subtly tried to cover his body.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"You're gorgeous, Wonbin."
The compliment made his face turn bright red. It seemed like he was getting shyer by the second, but you changed your opinion when he assumed a more dominant position. He trapped you on the couch and hovered above you, the twinkle in his eye slowly getting replaced by lust.
"I could say the same to you," he whispered.
He kissed you passionately, his hair tickling your cheeks the more he moved into you. His hand snuck under your shirt, and he trailed his fingernails up your torso until he held your ribs gently. You arched your back and pushed yourself towards him as you got slightly impatient; yet, his slow pace was turning you on even more.
Wonbin sat up again and helped you out of your shirt, and to save a little time, you unhooked and removed your own bra. Wonbin slightly gasped when got to see your bare body. He bit his lower lip and lowered himself again, his lips meeting yours, his chest slightly rubbing against yours. You let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands on your breasts. He massaged them as he moved his lips to your cheek. He trailed tender kisses along your cheek, down your neck, along your collarbone, and to your breast.
While he sucked and massaged your breasts, you couldn't help but think about how skilled he was— this definitely wasn't his first time, which made you a little more excited if you were being completely honest.
A soft moan left your lungs when you felt him press his knee in between your legs. He looked up at you with mild surprise. You maintained eye contact as you let out soft breaths in unison.
"I, um," you whispered. "I don't think I can wait any longer, Wonbin... I need you."
A dusty rose blush spread from his cheeks to his ears. He merely nodded and got off the couch. You sat up and were about to get off as well, only for Wonbin to outstretch his arms. Next thing you knew, he was carrying you to your bedroom, his hands supporting your legs and back while you hugged him.
Wonbin laid you down on the bed, and the second he did, he unbuttoned your jeans and slipped them along with your underwear off your waist. He pushed your legs up, his hands under your thighs, giving him a better view of your quivering pussy. You heard him sigh quietly but happily before leaving the smallest of kisses on your clit. He then ran his tongue up and down your folds slowly, his tongue teasing you every so often by pushing into your entrance. You bit your lower lip to keep from moaning and ran your fingers through Wonbin's hair as he spent more time between your legs.
"Oh, mmm, yes," you moaned blissfully. "Right there— Ngh— Yes..."
Your toes curled when Wonbin's nose brushed against your clit. You were slightly disappointed when he moved away from your cunt, but that disappointment quickly disappeared when he pushed two of his slender fingers into you. He fingered you at a slow, steady pace while moving closer to you. He planted his hand right above your shoulder and lowered himself so that your faces were mere centimeters apart.
"You're very sweet, Y/N," he whispered, sending tingles down your spine. "Would you like a taste?"
The words were sweet, but the context was so dirty that you felt your face heat up. You nodded, and Wonbin pressed his lips against yours briefly before lifting his head to see your reaction. Seconds later, he kissed you again, and he kept his lips locked with yours as he moved and curled his fingers inside you.
Just as you felt the tension building inside you, Wonbin added a third finger. He fingered you a little faster, making you whine and moan into his mouth.
"You like that, baby?"
Baby. Oh, fuck.
You gasped and pushed your head backwards into the mattress, your eyes fluttering as pleasure ran through you quickly like electricity. You bit your lower lip to keep from moaning loudly as you came, your cunt relaxing completely after you squirted all over Wonbin's hand and your bed.
You blinked tears and stars from your eyes when Wonbin moved away from you. It was when you saw him lick his fingers did you manage to clear the fog in your vision, your heart thudding wildly upon the sight of him tasting you like that.
"I told you— You taste so sweet," Wonbin chuckled, making your face get even hotter.
You made empty noises— you truly did not know how to respond to him because you were so shocked; what the hell happened to the shy, cute Wonbin you knew, and who was this Wonbin before you (not that you were complaining).
Wonbin started patting his pockets down, and you assumed he was in search of a condom. You reached for the handle on your nightstand and opened the drawer, Wonbin immediately spotting the condoms. He grabbed one, and before he tore it open, he paused and stared at it.
"Is something wrong?" you asked him.
"Huh? No," Wonbin shook his head. "It's nothing."
You knew that it definitely wasn't nothing, but you didn't even ponder the idea for long. Wonbin slipped out of his pants and revealed his hard on. His cock was so slender and pretty just like him, and honestly, your mouth started salivating upon seeing it.
How nice would it be if you could suck him off?
Wonbin wasted no time getting on the bed after rolling the condom on and pinning you down again. He moved so that he was between your legs, his cock brushing against your clit with a fleeting touch, making your body tingle. You bit your lower lip when he intentionally rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds, and you stifled your moan when you felt him enter you slowly. Wonbin, who was holding his breath as he pushed his cock into you, let out a tiny grunt when he was entirely inside you.
"You're so tight," Wonbin said with a slight laugh. "Fuck, you just feel so good, baby..."
Before you could even think about responding, Wonbin kissed you again. He moved his hands to your waist, and his fingers pressed into your skin as he rolled his hips into yours slowly, sensually. You heard his breathing hitch in between kisses every time his waist met yours. You could feel his cock throb inside you, and you could tell he was really trying his best to not cum.
You decided to tease him. You combed your fingers through his hair and rested your hands on the back of his neck, your fingers tickling the nape of his neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and you pushed your body upwards as you kissed him so strongly that even you saw stars.
Wonbin couldn't take it any longer. He sat up and tightened his grip on your waist, his hips hitting yours fast and hard. His breathing got shallower, and his soft groans got higher in pitch as he neared his climax. On his final thrust, he pulled your hips up slightly, the change in angle hitting your G-spot and making you cum immediately. You whimpered and bit your lower lip as white filled your vision, your hands clenching the bed sheets beneath you. Wonbin groaned softly, his cock twitching and quivering as his cum spurt into the condom.
You sighed and relaxed your body after Wonbin pulled out. He got off the bed and threw out the condom before disappearing from your room, confusing the shit out of you. He returned moments later for water for both you and him, and your heart skipped a beat. He handed you the glass and sat on the bed next to you. He rested his hand on the mattress and looked away from you as he drank his water. His attention quickly snapped to you, however, when you placed your hand on top of his.
"You know, when you called me baby," you told him. "I was really surprised."
"Oh— Do you not like that nickname?" Wonbin turned to face you completely, looking slightly guilty.
"No, I really liked it, actually..."
Wonbin's head snapped up, and a smile blossomed on his face. Your heart skipped yet another beat when he set his water aside to tuck stray hairs behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your ear.
"Alright, baby," he said with a playful tone. "I'll keep that in mind for next time."
"Next time?" you questioned. "You mean next round."
Grinning, Wonbin took your water from you and set it aside. He laid you down and brushed his nose along your jawline before pressing his lips against yours softly, sweetly, tenderly.
YOU seriously wondered why the journalism department would hold a social on a weeknight. The next morning after you both woke up, Wonbin hurriedly left your place so he could go home and freshen up before heading for his first class— luckily his class was in the afternoon. You, on the other hand, scrambled to get your shit together in time for your morning class.
Truth be told, you couldn't stop thinking about Wonbin all day. You loved how tender and sweet he was with you. Sex with Seonghwa was fun for sure, but you definitely did want a more emotional connection with the person you were sleeping with.
You and Seonghwa agreed that you'd talk about your relationship, and after you did, technically nothing fucking changed. You were still friends, and you still fucked, it was just now he was a little more considerate of your feelings. You didn't feel like a sex toy anymore, but that obviously wasn't enough, though.
A smile lingered on your face as you went to the journalism department later that day to finish up some work done for the club. It was the end of the day, and there wasn't a soul on the floor— not a single soul except for Seonghwa, that is, and you fully ran into him the second you turned the corner.
Seonghwa didn't even give you the time to apologize for running into him. He immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you into the records room. Pinning you against the door, he stared right into your eyes, his gaze so sharp that it made you nervous as hell.
"You slept with Wonbin, didn't you?"
Your blood ran cold— you shouldn't have felt guilty, but it was the tone of Seonghwa's voice that made you feel bad.
"I don't know what you mean—"
Seonghwa cut you off by grabbing your face with one hand, his fingers pressing into your cheeks as he pulled your face towards his.
"Spare me the runaround and just tell me the truth," he bit out. "You and I were supposed to meet after the social, but you and Wonbin disappeared. You slept with him, right?"
"...What if I did?"
"What the fuck, Y/N?!"
Seonghwa let go of you and walked away from you while running shaky fingers through his hair. He looked so frustrated, and you, again, felt guilty for no reason.
"I don't see what your fucking problem is, Seonghwa! We're still nothing but friends with benefits, so you really shouldn't care," you couldn't help but snap at him.
He whipped his head towards you, and you could see the exasperation on his face.
"Well, I do fucking care!"
"Because you want ownership over me, or because you like me?"
Seonghwa pressed his lips together. He couldn't find an answer. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest.
"Face it, Seonghwa. You don't want to share me with anyone, but you don't get to make that choice because I'm not committed to you. Got it?"
On that note, you tried to leave, but Seonghwa was faster. He slammed the door shut with one hand, pinning you against the door yet again. His eyes searched yours as the two of you remained silent for a beat.
"Didn't we talk things through? Did that night mean nothing to you, then?" Seonghwa asked with slight accusation laced in his words.
"Talked things through?" you repeated, dumbfounded. "We're still just friends because you haven't made things official between us!"
"I thought we still didn't want to tell people about us, so I didn't say anything!"
"Telling people about us versus you actually telling me to my face that you want me to be your girlfriend, that you want us to be exclusive, are two separate things, Seonghwa!"
"I thought you knew that we were!"
"How could we be exclusive if neither of us said it out loud?!"
The two of you were trembling angrily at that point. Seonghwa still had you pinned against the door, and it seemed like he refused to budge. Silence filled the space between you, and you were the one to break it.
"Why are you doing this, Seonghwa?" you whispered. "What do you want?"
"I... I don't know," Seonghwa choked out. "Can we even be exclusive at this point?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have feelings for him, don't you? I mean, you wouldn't have fucked him if you didn't..."
"I can have feelings for more than one person, you know," you responded softly.
You held Seonghwa's gaze, your heart rate picking up speed the longer you stared at him. His eyes searched yours, his mouth slightly open as he searched for some words, any words.
"Then again," you decided to provoke him. "You're the one who told me not to catch feelings for you, so maybe I should—"
Seonghwa snapped. He held your throat, his fingers pressing with just the right amount of tension, and he kissed you roughly. He pushed you further into the door if at all possible, his other hand moving to your ass. Lust coursed through your body as you let yourself get swept away by him. You held his arms and kissed him back while gasping every so often.
Letting go of your throat, Seonghwa wrapped both arms around your waist and quickly moved you to one of the tables in the records room. He bent you over the table, your chest pressing into the wood. You yelped in surprise when Seonghwa quickly pulled your bottoms and panties down, leaving your ass and legs exposed. He chuckled and spread your folds, your cunt glistening with slick.
"Look at how wet you are for me," Seonghwa teased you as he pushed his thumbs slightly into your entrance. "I'm telling you, doll, you were made for me."
Seonghwa licked a stripe up your cunt, making you whimper. Suddenly, you covered your mouth as you realized there were probably cameras in the fucking room.
"S-Seonghwa, the cameras!" you hissed nervously.
"There are no cameras in the records room," Seonghwa said matter-of-factly. "You should know that by now. Looks like I need to teach you more lessons, huh?"
You gulped nervously— lessons didn't just mean education when it came to Seonghwa. You tried to push yourself up when you heard him rifling through his pockets in search of a condom, but he immediately pushed you back down, his hand pressing right between your shoulder blades.
"Don't even fucking try, doll face," Seonghwa stated, his voice getting lower. "You're not going anywhere yet."
Seonghwa found the condom and held onto it by biting the corner of the packet. He grabbed both of your arms before holding both your wrists in one hand and behind your back— there was no way you were getting up now.
As Seonghwa pulled his cock out and rolled the condom on, you spotted a pair of eerily familiar headphones on the shelf. You didn't have time to place it, though, because Seonghwa quite literally fucked the thought out of your brain when he swiftly entered you.
"Your pussy is swallowing my cock perfectly, doll," Seonghwa said as he bit back a grunt. Then, chuckling slightly, he continued "You're so tight... Fuck, you feel amazing..."
Your wrists were still firmly in Seonghwa's grasp, and he tugged your arms back slightly, forcing you to arch your back. He was moving at a relatively slow pace, but every time he snapped his hips into yours, your hips hit the table with an insane amount of force, making you cry with slight pain.
Just as you were about to tell Seonghwa that he was hurting you, you heard the door to the records room open. You and Seonghwa were in a blind spot from the entrance, so you had time to quickly separate, but Seonghwa refused to let you go. He covered your mouth with his free hand and shushed you.
The footsteps approached the two of you, and you were about to burst into tears because you were fucking mortified by the situation you were in. You didn't cry when the person turned the corner, but you did feel all the color drain from your face.
"I'm guessing you're here to grab your headphones, Wonbin?" Seonghwa greeted the boy so nonchalantly, acting as if his cock wasn't buried deep inside you.
"I— Oh— Um— Jesus, I—" Wonbin stuttered; he had no idea how to respond to the situation, and you didn't blame him because you had no fucking clue either.
"You look so surprised, Wonbin," Seonghwa laughed. "Is it because we're fucking in the records room, or because I'm the one fucking her?"
You desperately wanted to tell Seonghwa to shut the fuck up, but his hand was firmly planted on your face.
"I'm... I, uh," Wonbin chewed on his lower lip nervously. "I'll pretend I didn't see anything— I just want my headphones..."
"Aw, don't be like that. You should join us. It shouldn't be that weird since you've already slept with her once, right?"
You really wanted to pass away in that moment. You watched the tips of Wonbin's ears turn crimson red. Seonghwa finally uncovered your mouth and pulled out, but he kept you pinned down to the table as he gestured for Wonbin to approach.
"Seonghwa, what the fuck—"
"What?" Seonghwa interrupted you. "You said you can have feelings for more than one person, right? So why can't you be fucked by more than one person? Besides, I want to see for myself why you're so attracted to him."
You let out empty noises in response because how the fuck were you supposed to respond to something like that?
"What do you think, Wonbin? Wanna join in?"
The boy nodded slowly, surprising the shit out of you. You were about to tell him that he doesn't— that he shouldn't— when you saw the tent forming in his pants; and, as all men do, Wonbin was definitely thinking with his dick, and his dick wanted in.
"Great. Hop on the table for me, will ya?"
Wonbin hopped up on the table and tentatively pulled his cock out as Seonghwa instructed. Your mouth involuntarily watered— his cock was just so pretty, especially when it was hard and twitching.
Seonghwa didn't even need to tell you what to do; you did it yourself. You held the base of his cock, Wonbin flinching upon feeling your touch. You looked up at Wonbin, silently asking for approval, and waited for him to nod meekly before taking him into your mouth.
The second your lips went down his cock, Wonbin let out a soft moan. You looked up at him to see his eyes widen, his face getting redder by the development of the situation. To keep himself from moaning out loud again, Wonbin bit his knuckle and sighed deeply, only for his breathing to hitch when you started sucking him properly.
Upon seeing your head bob up and down, Seonghwa rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds and pushed himself back into you, making you moan and gag on Wonbin's cock. Wonbin's entire body jolted when he heard the noise from you. He let out a soft groan when you took all of him into your mouth, making him bite down on his knuckle harder.
You could hear Wonbin's breathing get heavier and whatever moans or groans that slipped past his finger get higher. You looked up to see his eyelids fluttering as he neared his orgasm. It was you hollowing out your cheeks that did it for him. With his free hand, he held your head in place before squeezing his eyes shut and cumming in your mouth.
"Be a good girl and swallow it," Seonghwa leaned over you and whispered in your ear. "We don't want to leave a mess here, now do we?"
And so, you swallowed Wonbin's cum. He covered his face in embarrassment, so you hit him with, "Now we're even."
He opened his mouth, presumably to ask what you were talking about, only for the realization to hit— he licked his fingers last night. Yep, you were even.
After hopping off the table, Seonghwa tossed a condom packet to Wonbin. He didn't have to say a single word for the younger man to know what to do. He ripped open the packet and put it on while Seonghwa moved you so that you were standing upright, his cock still inside you.
You were sandwiched between the beautiful men when Wonbin approached you. He lifted your leg and held your thigh to give him better access to your already full cunt while you held onto his shoulders. Before you could express any thoughts, he kissed you. Even though he distracted you, you still felt his cock push into you, and your hold on his shoulders got stronger. Both men stopped moving, allowing you to get somewhat comfortable with both cocks stuffed inside you and filling you up. Yet, the second they started moving, your cunt clenched, both of them flinching with the added pressure.
"Oh my God," Wonbin breathed out.
"Shit, I almost came," Seonghwa murmured.
They moved slowly, and to keep you relaxed before you snapped their dicks off, Wonbin kissed you. He rubbed your ear slowly, making every little movement so much more sensual. Whenever he bucked his hips up, he grunted slightly into the kiss.
Seonghwa decided to push his hands up your shirt as he fucked you from behind, and they went under your bra before massaging your breasts. You exhaled blissfully when his fingers toyed with your nipples, the overstimulation starting to get to you.
"Hey, don't just focus on him," Seonghwa said as he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck.
You broke off your chain of kisses with Wonbin and turned your head towards Seonghwa. You moved your hand to Seonghwa's head, your fingers getting tangled in his locks as you kissed him while you moved your other hand from Wonbin's shoulder to his neck.
When Wonbin's grip on your thigh got tighter, you knew that he was close again, so you turned back towards him and kissed him again, his gyrations getting faster.
"I'm— Fuck— I'm gonna cum," Wonbin uttered.
Before you got the chance to say anything, Seonghwa turned your head towards him and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his own thrusts got rougher. He didn't need to say anything, either— you knew he was close, too.
Both men snapped their waists into you, driving their cocks as far as they could into you, the two of them groaning and muttering profanities as their cocks throbbed inside you. They both remained motionless for a beat before Seonghwa pulled out first, Wonbin shortly thereafter. You whined slightly; now that you were no longer stuffed, you felt empty, and you needed them back inside you. Plus, they had yet to make you cum.
You for sure thought they were going to replace their condoms or at least eat you out, so you were completely dumbfounded when you saw them straightening out their clothes and fixing their hair.
"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" you irritatedly asked.
"...Getting dressed?" they both answered at the same time, making them both look at each other with slight surprise.
"We're not done here! What about me?"
Both men froze and blinked at you for a split moment before Wonbin approached you from one side and Seonghwa stood right in front of you.
"You're right, we do have unfinished business," Seonghwa murmured in agreement. "What do you think we should do, Wonbin?"
"Let's go back to her place and pick up where we left off," Wonbin suggested before pressing a kiss against your temple. "After all, there's a whole box of condoms left in that drawer.
featuring: rii7e, jisung from nct dream, sion from nct wish, sophia + manon from katseye, and seonghyeon + keonho from cortis, as well as other idol cameos
general content: social media au, fluff, humor, swearing, strangers to lovers, mentions of recreational drug usage (weed), a plethora of kys/kms jokes, sorta suggestive at some points but nothing crazy, some typos here and there, lmk if i missed anything! (ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise!!)
synopsis: one man’s fumble is another man’s… new gorgeous regular? or, alternatively; jake sim’s shamelessness rewards wonbin with the highest prize, you.
status: completed!
start: apr 1, 2026 / end: apr 20, 2026
⋆.♡⋆. note: SHES HEREEE!!!! i have spent the latter half of a month working on this and gave myself a deadline and everything and she’s finally here 😭🙏 if this smau feels familiar and u feel like u have read this before, it’s probably bc u have but the original was scrapped from the internet years ago and now u guys get a funnier version :3 pls like and reblog if u enjoy!!
⋆.♡⋆. playlist: focus — hearts2hearts, butterflies. — brent faiyaz, 4me 4me + earrings — malcolm todd, facetime — lngshot, somebody — keshi, e85 — don toliver, apple cider — beabadoobee, ring ring ring — tyler, the creator, come thru — summer walker
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profiles: nightmare blunt rotation / who dat in da BAAAACKKK
