#wonwoo smut

[jeongtzuist]

i do like the mingyu/wooyoung ship i think. i think i picture wooyoung with a man thats big and buff and tall that could throw him around a bit. on a similar note, i could potentially see a wooyoung/wonwoo ship maybe? i think i could maybe see them having more in common? wooyoung is incredibly hard to find a ship for for some reason 🍊

Wooyoung/Wonwoo is extremely interesting actually!! they're opposites in some ways and very similar in others. it would definitely be top!Wonwoo 95% of the time but I think they'd trade off dom/sub roles pretty easily.

I need some headcanons for this possibility!

[seungkw1]

you're so vain — jww

PAIRING: TA!wonwoo x TA!reader GENRE: college au, e2l, smut/suggestive [18+ MDNI] WC: 5,699 WARNINGS: kissing sloppy style, semi-public sex but like barely, light breast play, dry humping, they're a lil toxic but it's fine, fade-to-black sex A/N: requested by @minisugakoobies for my milestone event!! sorry i made him so annoying in this asfkhasjfdf but i hope you like it ♡ (not beta'd)

SUMMARY: Your TA job would be perfectly fine and well if it weren't for your pretentious, nearly-insufferable coworker. Wonwoo seems to have made it his life mission to do everything in his power to irritate you, which is why you're blindsided when he asks you on a date completely out of the blue one day.

Every single thing Wonwoo Jeon does pisses you off.

It's bad enough having a co-TA that's pretentious as fuck. You studied English in undergrad, and every single male English major you ever met was a big-headed know-it-all, so you're (unfortunately) used to the type. But on top of being full of himself, Wonwoo has apparently made it his life's mission to do everything in his power to one-up you in every regard. No matter how early you show up to anything, he is somehow always already there; no matter how fast you grade papers, he's always finished well before you; no matter what the discussion subject is, he always has to repeat everything you say in a way that sounds smarter than the way you said it. There are seven trillion nerves in the human body, and he manages to get on every single one of them.

So when you walk into your own office hours one day to see him sitting at your desk, talking to your students, it takes everything in you not to snap.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting to see you at my office hours!" you say with a forced grin, your words dripping with sarcasm.

"Y/n, how lovely of you to show up," he smiles smugly at you. "I thought I'd use my free time to actually help out our students."

"Well aren't you a saint."

"Just doing my job."

"That's funny, because you seem to be doing my job right now."

"Well now, I wouldn't have to do your job if you were capable of showing up on time."

"I am only," you scowl, lifting your wrist to glance at your watch. "Four minutes late."

"You're right," he waves his hand dismissively. "It's fine to waste people's time if it's only four minutes."

The two undergrads sitting between the both of you look visibly uncomfortable. There's a lot of things you wish to say right now, none of them polite — but since you have an audience, you refrain.

"Well, since you clearly don't need me here, I'll just go home then," you tell Wonwoo with a huff. "Have fun running my office hours."

You storm off before he can say anything else, letting the door slam shut behind you.

You're fuming all the way home. Normally, you are very patient with others, even when it comes to jerks with less than savory personalities — but something about Wonwoo grinds your gears like nothing else. The problem is that he knows he can get under your skin with bare minimum effort, and, for whatever fucking reason, he takes every opportunity he can to weaponize this against you.

With your unanticipated bit of free time, you decide to channel your rage into productivity, working on your thesis for the remainder of the afternoon. Thankfully, it works, and by dinnertime you've forgotten all about your annoying coworker.

The next day is off to a great start. You got up early, giving yourself plenty of time to stop by the campus cafe and grab a bagel and coffee. You sip the hot beverage as you walk to the Literature Hall for your 10am discussion, strolling along with an extra bit of pep in your step as you enjoy the peaceful, pleasant morning. Everything is going great — until you step into the classroom and see Wonwoo sitting at one of the desks in the back, stretched out casually like he fucking lives here.

"Oh, what are you doing here today Wonwoo?" you ask with a faux grin, playing dumb. There's already a handful of students in the room, so despite the fact that you're suddenly seeing red you are forced to be civil.

"Oh, just had some free time this morning," he answers blithely. "Thought I'd pop in and join the discussion."

"You sure seem to have a lot of free time for someone in grad school," you remark.

Wonwoo shrugs arrogantly. "What can I say, I'm efficient at managing my time."

You would love to walk back there and slap that dumb look off his dumb face. Instead you decide to ignore him for the remainder of the hour — a task that proves to be unfeasible, due to his constant self-insertion into the conversation. Unfortunately, he is extremely smart and articulate, so the students eagerly engage with his bullshit.

It's the fucking Great Gatsby, you think to yourself. Does he really have nothing better to do than flex his knowledge on a boring, easy book to a bunch of clueless freshmen??

The remainder of hour passes at an excruciatingly slow pace, and you wish to bang your head against the wall about it. At five-til Wonwoo decides to bring up a completely new topic, seemingly trying to get this session to drag on forever, but you're not having any of it today.

"Very interesting points you bring up there, Wonwoo," you loudly interrupt him. "But class is over now. Next week we will discuss the remaining chapters, so be sure to finish reading the book before then."

The students begin to shuffle out, and Wonwoo is quick to make his exit.

"Oh, Wonwoo, I had a question for you," you call out to him before he can make it out of the room, but he doesn't stop.

"Sorry, gotta run," he replies smugly. "Feel free to shoot me an email if you want to talk!" With a wave he zips out the door and disappears.

Needless to say, you did not shoot him an email; but by late-afternoon, much to your chagrin, he is in your inbox anyway.

Dear y/n, You had a question for me earlier, however I noticed that you hadn't reached out to me about it yet, so I figured I'd contact you since you clearly forgot. What can I help you with? Best, WJ

"Pretentious little fucking prick," you grumble to yourself. You delete the email and shut your laptop.

After a lovely, Wonwoo-free weekend, you have the misfortune of starting off your week with him in your weekly TA/professor check-in first thing Monday morning. Of course, despite you getting there ten minutes early, Wonwoo is already in Professor Sosa's office, balls deep in some bullshit conversation about whatever bullshit book he's been reading recently. You sit down in the remaining chair, without a word, waiting for them to be done so you can get this painful meeting over with — but to your dismay, neither one of them seem to be in any rush. You peek at your watch a couple times, trying not to appear as annoyed as you currently are. Wonwoo definitely notices, though.

"I could talk about Wallace's use of the unreliable narrator for days," he grins, turning to you. "But I don't want to bore y/n any further. Shall we get started on the midterm?"

You take a deep breath as the professor begins to discuss the essay topics. You're going to try your hardest not to let him get on your nerves this early in the day — a task that's already proving itself to be a challenge. The next thirty minutes drag on at the slowest imaginable pace; you do your best to focus on the work at hand, but of course Wonwoo keeps going off on ostentatious tangents, and purposefully dragging you into the conversations no less. When the meeting finally ends, you're ready to book it out of there; you reach for your notebook sitting on the table beside you, but despite you just sitting it down a few moments ago it's not there. You look around, but you don't see it on the floor anywhere. Maybe you put it away already — but a peek into your backpack comes up empty-handed.

You notice Wonwoo watching you, wearing his usual arrogant expression, but you ignore him. The moment the professor leaves, he leans over to you.

"Looking for this?" he asks smugly, holding your missing notebook out to you. You go to grab it, but he quickly pulls it back out of reach.

"Seriously?" you ask, not bothering to hide your exasperation.

"What's the rush?" he taunts. "I know you don't have anywhere to be until 2."

"And how would you know that?" you narrow your eyes at him.

"I memorized your schedule."

You stare back at him, looking genuinely confused. "Why??"

He shrugs. "Figured it'd be good to know."

You'd love to know exactly what he means by that, but you don't want to make this conversation any longer than necessary.

"Well isn't that just wonderful," you say as sarcastically as possible, rising to your feet; Wonwoo follows suit. "Now will you give me my notebook back?"

You reach for it again, but he lifts it above his head — well out of your reach.

"What the actual fuck is your problem?!" you raise your voice. He looks surprised, but a cocky grin spreads across his face.

"It's okay, y/n, I'm just messing with you."

"Well, don't!!"

You glare at him, but he still wears that dumb, satisfied smirk.

"You don't have to act like you hate me, you know."

"It's not acting."

"Of course it's not," he smiles, unbothered. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

"Okay," you sigh exasperatedly. "What do you want to ask me, Wonwoo?"

"What's your favorite restaurant?"

"What??"

"Your favorite restaurant," he repeats. "I'd like to take you out to dinner."

You stand there aghast. "You're not serious," you say to him.

"I am."

"What on earth makes you think I want to go on a date with you?!"

"It doesn't have to be a date," he responds. "We can go as friends."

"We are not friends," you reply coldly, snatching your notebook out of his hands and shoving it into your backpack before he can stop you.

"See you in class tomorrow!" he calls out warmly as you storm out of the room, clearly not affected by anything you said.

You want to tell him to go fuck himself, but you hold your tongue, instead letting the door slam behind you as you exit the office without another word.

The next day you show up to class right on time, and not a moment sooner. You figured if you got there right as the lecture begins, Wonwoo wouldn't be able to talk to you — and thankfully, you were right. He's sitting two chairs down, and you feel his eyes on you the whole hour, but you do not turn to look at him even once. When the lesson finally concludes, you book it out of there, but apparently that's exactly what he was expecting you to do.

"Y/n!" he calls out as he hurries after you. You keep walking, pretending not to hear him, but he catches up to you quickly.

"Hey, I was wondering if you—"

"The answer is no," you cut him off.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask," he smiles at you.

"Whatever it is, I'm not interested."

"Alright, guess I'll find someone else who's interested in first row tickets to Death Cab for Cutie on Saturday."

You stop in your tracks, your head snapping over to him.

"You do not have first row tickets to Death Cab for Cutie," you call him out. "That show has been sold out for weeks."

"I have connections."

"Right. Do you even like Death Cab?" you ask doubtfully.

"I don't know, I've never heard any of their songs," he answers matter-of-factly. "But I know they're your favorite band."

"And why do you know that??"

He shrugs. "I pay attention."

"So let me get this straight. You bought concert tickets to my favorite band in hopes that I'd go on a date with you?"

"It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want," he replies. "We can go as friends."

"I already told you," you glare at him, lowering your voice so none of the students passing by can hear you bickering. "We are not friends."

"But we can be," he smiles softly. "Just give me one chance. We have more in common than you think, y/n."

You roll your eyes. "I'm not having this conversation with you," you tell him, walking away.

"Think about it," he calls out as you head off down the hall.

"I won't" you grumble quietly under your breath.

Unfortunately you're not able to get Wonwoo and his concert tickets off your mind. You even end up ranting to your roommate about it, but to your dismay she thinks you should accept the offer.

"Are you crazy?!" Sana asks. "You're not seriously going to pass up free concert tickets to your favorite band just because you don't want to go on a date?"

"It's not even a date," you complain. "He just wants to go as friends."

"Okay, even better! What's the issue then?"

"The issue," you answer, "is that he's the most pretentious, insufferable douchebag to ever walk the face of the earth."

"He can't possibly be that bad."

You roll your eyes. "You'd be surprised."

"Come on, y/n," she insists. "You can literally take advantage of him! Just go to the concert and then never talk to him outside of class again. You know you'll regret it if you don't."

You grimace, because she's right. It's not even just concert tickets — it's front row concert tickets, for free. You'd be a fool not to accept the offer. But you can't help that spending an entire evening with Wonwoo genuinely sounds like your own personal hell.

"I'll think about it," you reply to Sana with a deep sigh.

You do think about it — far too much, perhaps. By Thursday, despite hating yourself a bit for it, you come to the conclusion that when he asks again you will accept. So you wait for him to inevitably send you an email, or show up unannounced at your office hours, but you don't see or hear from him once. Strange, considering how much he usually goes out of his way to bother you, but honestly you're enjoying the peace while it lasts. You've all but given up on the concert when finally, late in the Friday afternoon, you get an email from Wonwoo.

Dear y/n, I assume you've changed your mind about the concert by now, so I will plan to pick you up at 5pm tomorrow — that way we can go to dinner before the show. Please let me know your favorite restaurant so I can make a reservation accordingly. Best, WJ

With a sigh, you type up your reply.

Hello Wonwoo, I like Thai food — you take your pick of restaurant. See you tomorrow. —y/n

It pains you to hit send, but you do anyway. You're getting a free dinner and concert out of this, you remind yourself. You can suck it up and deal with Wonwoo for one night.

And you know it's true. You've dealt with bigger bullshit before than spending a few hours with one annoying man — besides, like Sana said, how bad could it possibly be? Still, you can't shake the anxious feeling that he has some ulterior motive here. Maybe he's just doing this to fuck with you, maybe he's going to do everything he can to make your night as miserable as possible. But maybe he's not. You can't fathom that he's doing this out of the goodness of his heart — if anything, he's probably just trying to get into your pants. But, you suppose there's only one way to find out.

True to his word, Wonwoo showed up to your apartment at 5pm on the dot to pick you up. You were lowkey regretting agreeing to go to dinner with him — at least at the concert you won't have to engage in actual conversation, but an hour or so spent one-on-one with him, making small talk? What were you thinking?? But it was too late to back out, so here you are, sitting across the dinner table from your mortal enemy at a Thai place on the other side of town that you've never even heard of before.

"How did you even find this place?" you ask him as you peruse the menu. "This is so far from campus."

"I'm attempting to try every restaurant in town," he answers casually, not looking up from his menu. "It's something of a hobby of mine."

"Oh, really?" you reply. Wonwoo glances up at you, a peek of a grin poking at his lips.

"You sound surprised."

"I guess I just didn't know that about you," you shrug.

"What did you think I do for fun, then?"

"I… Well, I don't know," you answer truthfully. "I guess I never thought about that before."

"So you assumed I sit in my house all day reading books," he jests.

"I didn't say that!" you protest.

"I know, y/n, I'm just teasing you," he smiles. He nudges his head toward your menu. "What are you thinking of getting?"

"I'm debating between the pad see eiw and the green curry," you answer, still staring at the page.

"The curry is really good," he tells you. "It's got the perfect amount of spice, if you like spicy."

"I do," you nod, setting your menu down too. "What are you getting?"

"I'm going with the khao moo deng."

"Oh my god, like the hippo!"

"What?" he asks, raising his brow at you.

"You know, Moo Deng! The baby hippo who went viral," you explain. "She's from Thailand — they named her after the dish."

"Oh, I don't use social media," he replies plainly.

"Now that doesn't surprise me."

Wonwoo grins. "What are you implying? That I'm uncool and out of touch?"

"I mean yeah, pretty much," you admit.

"I can live with that," he chuckles.

You order, slightly worried about the quality of the food considering that there is only one other occupied table in the whole restaurant; but as soon as the server sets the aromatic dish in front of you, your mouth starts watering. The curry is incredible — some of the best you've ever had, even. You hate to admit it, but Wonwoo did manage to pick a great restaurant. By the time you finish eating, you realize you've been yapping nonstop the whole time. A bit annoying, considering that you more or less hate his guts, but you're just glad the evening hasn't turned out to be a complete disaster yet.

Despite your protests, Wonwoo pays for your dinner, and it is time to head to the concert. Stupidly, you have butterflies in your stomach the whole way there, but you chalk it up to your sheer excitement over finally seeing your favorite band for the very first time. Making your way into the theater, you walk with Wonwoo all the way to the front of the auditorium, suddenly becoming very self-conscious about possibly being perceived with him of all people. But, you don't want to think about that right now, so you just hope and pray no one you know is here.

"Holy shit," you remark as you take your seats. "I've never been this close at a concert before."

"Me neither," Wonwoo replies. "Though, I suppose I've never been to any concert before."

"Wait," you say, turning to look at him. "Are you serious?"

He turns to face you, making you realize that the two of you are currently very uncomfortably close to each other.

"Yes," he answers. "Though, I suppose I did see the New York Philharmonic while I was visiting NYC a few years ago."

"I mean, sure, but that's not a concert concert."

He grins at you. "What would you consider a concert concert, then?"

"You know, like a band that's on tour. That you would buy albums of."

"Well, I suppose most of the artists I listen to aren't touring so much these days."

"Yeah I think Beethoven's a little dead at this point."

Wonwoo laughs. "I meant more so that I listen to a lot of classic rock from the 60s and 70s," he explains. "So you're not entirely wrong about them being dead."

"I didn't know you were into the classics," you respond, surprised to find out that you have that in common. "I grew up listening to that era of music too."

"You never asked," he shrugs.

The lights in the theater dim, and the crowd begins to cheer as the shadowy figures of the band take to the stage in the dark. As the first song begins, you suddenly feel overwhelmed — you're not much of a concert person usually, but hearing the music you've been listening to since you were young live and in person is making you feel inexplicably emotional. You quickly blink the tears from your eyes, and the sensation soon dissipates, returning you to the music and the atmosphere of fans singing along to all the lyrics. The show is so incredible that for the remainder of the night you barely even recall who it is you came here with in the first place. You're having too much fun to notice, but Wonwoo's eyes keep flickering over to you, a soft look of affection etched onto his face.

The concert-goers flood out of the theater in droves, chattering and laughing as everyone is still riding the rush of adrenaline from the show. You and Wonwoo make your way across the parking lot, the chill of the night air refreshing as it tingles against your cheeks.

"So, how was it?" Wonwoo asks as you walk in the general direction of his car. Free of the joyful environment of the concert, you remember now how much he has always annoyed you. But, much to your surprise, the annoyance you typically feel around him is not present, nor is the smug attitude that usually colors his voice.

"That was amazing," you admit, smiling blissfully. "I still can't believe I actually got to experience my favorite band live."

"Good," he smiles at you. You approach his car, Wonwoo brushing past you to open the passenger side door for you. You give him a confused look, but you just thank him and let yourself into the car. Once you're in he shuts the door, and you watch him as he walks around to the driver's side. You don't particularly want to inflate his ego any further, but you know you have to genuinely thank him for the whole experience.

He gets in the car, turning the keys in the ignition, the engine coming to life.

"Thank you for the ticket, Wonwoo," your voice comes out softly as he reaches for the gear shift. His hand pauses atop it, looking over to meet your gaze. You were standing next to him all night, but the distance between the two of you suddenly feels extremely close; yet, it's not uncomfortable.

"You're welcome, y/n," he smiles at you.

"I have to ask, though," you continue. "Why did you do it?"

He cocks his head at you slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean…" you start hesitantly. You don't want to be too blunt, but you also don't feel the need to beat around the bush.

"I mean, why buy me concert tickets when I've made it very clear I don't even like you?"

Wonwoo grins slightly. "Why do you think?"

"Honestly?" you reply. "Probably to get in my pants, I don't fucking know."

"Well, that's certainly not something I'd be opposed to," he chuckles. "But that's not why."

"Okay," you concede. "Why, then?"

He gazes back at you with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter anxiously.

"Because I knew it would make you happy," he answers. "And I want you to be happy whether you like me or not."

You feel your stomach drop, your face suddenly burning hot. That was not the answer you were expecting, and you quite frankly don't know how to respond.

"I—" you stammer quietly. "I… Sorry, I don't know what to say to that," you admit, trying to hide your embarrassed face behind your hand.

"You don't have to say anything," he tells you gently, shifting the car into reverse and pulling out of the spot. You sit there silently as he waits in the slow-moving line to exit the parking lot, wishing you could disappear. You're considering hopping out of the car and finding another ride home, but the line finally starts moving. As Wonwoo heads toward the exit, he turns to look at you.

"Can we take a brief detour on the way home?" he asks casually. "I want to show you something."

"Sure," you answer after a few seconds of silence. Wonwoo nods, switching the turn signal from right to left, pulling out into the street and driving off in the opposite direction of home. He drives for a few minutes in seemingly the wrong direction away from anything, and you're starting to wonder if you should be worried.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see in just a minute," he replies nonchalantly.

"Is this when I find out you're actually a serial killer?" you joke. Wonwoo laughs.

"No, definitely not a serial killer, I promise."

"Ooookay," you say, still unsure.

True to his word, in about another minute or so he turns onto a dirt road you didn't even see from the main road. He drives slowly as the road turns into an incline, clearly going up a steep hill.

"Sorry," he says, having noticed that you look a bit nervous. "This part of the road is a bit nerveracking, but we're almost there," he assures you.

The surrounding trees soon begin to become more sparse, eventually opening up to what looks to you like a small clearing at the top of the hill. A big metal guard rail wraps around the area; as Wonwoo pulls up to it to park the car, you gasp. Beyond the guard rail is an incredible view of the whole town, the orange glow of the streetlights and houselights making it look so warm and picturesque that it seems like a scene straight out of a movie.

"Holy shit," you say softly, awestruck by the unreal sight. Wonwoo grins, then hops out of the car. You follow suit and join him by the railing, taking in the stunning view.

"I had no idea there was anything like this around here," you say softly.

"Isn't it beautiful?" he asks. Your eyes flicker over to him, finding his gaze fixated on you.

"How did you find this?" you ask, the same rush of heat as earlier returning to your cheeks.

"My roommate last year told me about it — he grew up around here, apparently it was a popular place for high schoolers to take their dates."

"So you've brought me to a make-out point," you reply, raising your brow at him.

"I suppose so," he chuckles. "But genuinely, I just wanted to show you the view."

"So you don't want to make out with me then."

Wonwoo smiles, his eyes still locked onto yours. You feel a wave of heat overtaking you again, this time burning achingly in your core. If this had happened yesterday, you would be peeved; but the usual feeling of displeasure you feel in his presence is nowhere to be found.

"I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," he answers plainly.

"And what if I do want it?"

The words feel foreign on your tongue, your voice so soft you almost didn't recognize it as yours. But you said it, and for reasons you cannot explain, you meant it.

Wonwoo takes a small step toward you. "Want what?" he asks, the cheekiness in his words not going unnoticed.

"Want you to kiss me," you say, taking a small step toward him. Your mouths are mere inches apart, and Wonwoo's eyes definitely keep flickering down to your lips.

"You do?" he asks, a grin overtaking his face.

"Yeah," you answer, the words coming out in barely more than a whisper. "I do."

Wonwoo smiles, then the next thing you know his lips are crashing into yours. The kiss starts out soft, sweet — his mouth presses against yours delicately, savoring your taste for the first time, his fingers brushing lithely over your jaw, sending a rush of electricity coursing through your body as you accept the kiss. His hands slowly drift to your sides, slipping into your open coat and resting upon your hips. Before you can even think twice you're leaning into him, the warmth of his torso instantly blocking the chill of the late autumnal air. He kisses you slowly at first, but that doesn't last long — not with you being tangled up in each other's grasp. His lips start tugging at yours with sudden urgency, and you eagerly reciprocate. The ridiculousness of you making out with the coworker you up until tonight absolutely could not stand is not lost on you, but right now you could not care less.

His lips depart yours far too soon, his hands maintaining their grip on your waist as you stare up into his eyes. You've never seen Wonwoo from this close up — why would you have? But you don't recall his eyes ever being so soft and warm as they are gazing back at you through his lenses right now. A chill overtakes you, and you shiver slightly as the wind cuts through your layers.

"C'mere," he tells you, taking hold of your hand and starting to pull you back toward his car. "It'll be warmer in here."

He opens the door to the backseat, gesturing for you to enter first; you slide across the soft leather to the other side, allowing him room to climb in after you, but as soon as he's inside with the door closed he grabs you again, taking hold of your arms and dragging you into his embrace. Without the wind now, inside the car quickly becomes a bit too toasty. Wonwoo hastily removes your coat, tossing it into the front seat and following suit with his own jacket. He pulls you over onto him, your thigh swinging over his legs as you sit straddled across his lap, your arms draped over the top of the backseat as you lean in to kiss him again. This time his tongue swipes at your lips; you part them, allowing him entrance, your tongues now dancing against each other with fervent need. His hands slip beneath the hem of your sweater, running up your stomach and resting atop the cups of your bra. You break the kiss momentarily, the corners of your lips twisting into a sly smile.

"Go on," you say to him, nudging your head toward your sweater. "Take it off."

He grins back at you, the red glow of his cheeks apparent even in the dim lighting. Grabbing the hem he lifts the garment over your head and practically flings it onto the seat next to him. Shirtless now, he stares at your cleavage before him, his hands grasping at the soft flesh through your bra.

"I've thought about this exact scenario a thousand times," he mutters, licking his lips. "But god, it's even better than I imagined."

He peers up at you again, staring at you hungrily for the briefest of seconds before he suddenly reaches for his glasses, ripping them off his face and tossing them onto the seat with your sweater before diving back into your lips. He kisses you as his hands wander to your lower back, and your grind your hips against him — an involuntary action, but it causes your clit to press into the stiff bulge forming in his trousers. You let out a soft sigh at the sensation, exhaling against his lips as he holds you tight in his arms. Eventually his fingers return to your boobs, grazing gently over your cleavage, sending a delicious chill up your spine.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to—" he starts breathily, but you shake your head immediately.

"I want to," you tell him softly, and a mischievous grin flickers at his lips. "What?" you laugh.

"Nothing, just remembering how much you hated my guts a few days ago and here we are now," he replies cheekily, squeezing lightly at your boobs.

"I didn't 'hate your guts'," you refute as you roll your eyes. "I just found you annoying and insufferable."

"Oh, is that all?" he smirks.

"Shut up," you mumble, leaning your forehead against his as you hover your lips right above his mouth. "Do you wanna kiss me or not?"

"I do, very much so," he smiles, lightly dragging his bottom lip across yours. His hands slide to your hips, pressing your core into his erection again as he grinds you against his lap.

"Fuck," you gasp, followed by an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry, I just… it's been a little while," you admit.

"Don't apologize," he says, kissing down your down your chin, nudging his face into your neck as he places a delicate string of kisses onto the tender skin. The sensation makes you melt, sinking your clothed cunt further into his bulge. "We can take this as slow as you want."

"Who said I want to go slow?"

He lifts his head, meeting your eyes again, finding them eager and needy.

"God, you're gonna drive me crazy if you keep saying stuff like that," he says with a lazy smirk.

"Good," you reply with a grin, muttering into his lips. "Then we'll be even."

"Is that so?" he mumbles back. "Guess I'll just have to try harder to get on your nerves now."

"Oh god, please don't."

Wonwoo lets out a laugh — the sound warm and hearty.

"So, do we have a truce then?" he inquires.

"I suppose so," you answer. "Who knew all it would take for you to leave me alone is for me to fuck you?"

He grins. "A bit toxic of us, don't you think?"

"Probably," you reply with a shrug, dragging your hand down his torso, reaching for his belt and tugging at the buckle, making his eyes widen excitedly.

"But we can worry about that later."

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slumbering torment

🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader  

🔮 preview. “There’s a tether of fate between us, one that she can physically see in the waking world,” Wonwoo explains to Mingyu. “She knows we care about her, and she can correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like our little recruit wants two of her captains to fuck her brains out in a dream realm free of consequences.” 

tw/cw. Unprotected dream realm sex, sub/dom themes, power imbalance/power play, semi-tyrant all-powerful dom!Wonwoo, threesome, foreplay, pussy eating, oral, deep throating, slight pain kink, nipple clamps, fingering, squirting, breast/body worship, multiple reader orgasms, hand job, cum/squirt kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, cumming on demand, praise, finger sucking, fingers and cock in pussy at the same time, stretching kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwoo’s) Captain. (Mingyu’s) Sir. 

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.1k 

🍭 aus. Fantasy au, knight au, magic user au, polyamory au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. “Quiet vice-captain Wonwoo, a sexual tyrant in his own dream world” I feel like most of the Mingyu/Wonwoo threesomes I write have Wonwoo being not the most vocal of participants, so I had a lot of fun with this one. 

Prologue: 

You can feel your heart practically beating out of your chest during your trials to get accepted onto a magic knight squad. With so many amazing teams to join, you hardly know what to expect. Will you be joining SKZ? Or perhaps ITZY? Or maybe even NCT?

No, NCT hasn’t recruited in years, but ITZY is a contender… if they choose you, that is.

You have no hopes of getting recruited by SVT. They’re the powerhouse squad. In fact, they’re so adept at magic that when their last Captain had stepped down, the young vice captains had created a whole new structure for the squad, with three teams focused on defence, offence, and dual-wield uses for power.  

Seungcheol, the head Captain of SVT, stands regal on a platform looking down at the recruit arena. With him are Hoshi, the offensive captain, who wields an ability called animal instinct; he can communicate and even become animals at will, and Woozi, the regal defence team leader, who is as adept with plant healing magic as any of the top mages who provide the Capital with hospital assistance. 

Behind the three head members of SVT are a few of the extra vice captains. You recognise Wonwoo and Mingyu, of the dual team, arguably the most dangerous of the three subgroups, as their magic can act as both defence and offence.

There are rumours about these men, about the power they wield. Wonwoo with his dream magic, the ability to trap enemies in a dreamscape that they can never leave, and Mingyu, with blood magic that can shake a man to his very core, incapacitating with one hand and healing with the other.

No, there’s no way you’ll make it onto SVT with your thread magic… and yet, their eyes are on you.

The power that radiates from their gazes alone makes you falter, but you adjust, intent on proving yourself.

You won’t mess this up, you can’t afford to.

You’re eighteen, and this is your first recruitment trial. Many of the people around you are fifteen-year-olds, having come to this event at the first opportunity, but not you. You haven’t lived a life with a silver spoon. Your family comes from the outskirts of the kingdom, where farming is a way of life and no one ever gets to join the royal guard. You have been working hard for three years to convince your parents to allow you to come to this, and you won’t waste the opportunity. 

You suppose your thread magic has both offensive and defensive uses, but you’re more comfortable with your protection magic, so that’s what you showcase.

Fine black threads appear in the air, and they can be woven thick enough to create a barrier that blocks most magic. It’s not easy work to summon and weave at the same time, but you’re proud of yourself for what you’re able to accomplish, and when the trials are done, you wait patiently for a result, fingers crossed.

“We will take the girl with thread magic,” Seungcheol’s voice booms over the crowd. “She is our third pick today.”

None of the other Captains even bother to argue, because everyone knows that the right to join SVT is not easily won, and even harder to refuse.

You can’t believe your luck, but as you stare at these domineering magic users, you wonder if this is a good thing or not. ITZY is an all-female squad, and part of you had been hoping to join them… but you suppose that string of fate has spoken, and you must now walk the path in front of you.

SVT seems to be your destiny, and as a wielder of thread magic, which touches on fate itself, you’ll be damned if you resist.

One:

Wonwoo never sleeps, and at times, that can be tiring. As a dream magic user, when he closes his eyes, he’s transported into his own world, where he’s the king and in control of everything. He’s as awake in the dream world as in the real one, and there’s only so much he can do while ‘asleep’ to entertain himself.

So, Wonwoo often slips into the dreams of those around him. He knows it’s invasive, but he can’t help himself. The unconsciousness of others is something he can bear witness to, without the need to control or dictate.

Often, Wonwoo finds himself in Mingyu’s dreams; they seem to be the most entertaining.

Seungcheol dreams of battle and blood, Woozi dreams of science and plants, and Hoshi… well, his dreams are almost exclusively of himself in tiger form running through forests and giving in to his animal instincts.

Mingyu, on the other hand, is more creative in his subconscious. He enacts bizarre scenarios that always keep Wonwoo guessing. One time, he dreamt of fishing in a small boat on the coast. Then a tsunami hit, the waves a coppery orange colour. The ocean erupted with pretty mermaids who took Mingyu to shore, only for the mermaids to transform fully into disgusting, blubbering fish when they touched dry land. Mingyu had woken from that dream as if it were a nightmare, and Wonwoo had laughed about it discreetly to himself for weeks afterward. 

Wonwoo generally makes it a rule only to enter the dreams of other vice captains. But even that is starting to get boring.

Wonwoo is just so bored. 

He sighs as he walks down the dark corridors of the SVT headquarters. Everyone else is asleep, and he can sense the inkling of dreams as he walks past bedroom doors.

Soft echoes of screams and the sound of attack magic permeate from Seungcheol’s room, and Wonwoo lets out another deep breath. How can someone have such a one-track mind that their entire life is dedicated to battle?

Outside of Mingyu’s door, Wonwoo takes a peek into his best friend’s subconscious and finds Mingyu trekking up a mountain made of gold and diamonds, battling wind as the sky flares orange and purple behind him. 

Climbing a mountain isn’t exactly enthralling today.

Wonwoo continues, seeing glimmers of dreamscapes as he passes each room, but then something catches his attention.

The colours are what stand out to him first. Moody purples, royal blues, flickers of crystalline light. Wonwoo licks his lips, temptation flaring over him as he stands outside your door. He knows it’s your room, and this isn’t the first time he’s been tempted to take a peek inside your mind.

You’re hard not to notice. It’s been a year since SVT recruited you, and in that time, you’ve been a star pupil. You follow commands with a determination Wonwoo has never seen, and you push yourself to be better every day. You’ve never caused any problems on expeditions or quests, and Wonwoo has always gotten a sense that, behind your quiet, rule-following demeanor, there’s more than what meets the eye.

His fingers twitch, and he aches to take a peek into your dream.

Then Wonwoo hears his own voice, a barked command, followed by a ‘Yes, Sir!’ that is unmistakably you.

So… you’re dreaming about him?

Well… It’s as if he’s being invited into your head.

It would be so easy for him to just… slip into the version of himself that you’re seeing in your unconscious mind’s eye.

So that’s exactly what he does. Wonwoo leans against the wall outside your door, and a moment later, he transports himself into your subconscious.

Two: 

The first thing Wonwoo notices is that the location of your dreamscape appears to be inside a cave. But the walls are covered in glittering gems. He can see amethysts and lapiz lazuli, and the precious stones glow as if a light resides within their cores. The whole cavern is illuminated with these glittering, vivid colours.

It seems to be some kind of dungeon, the type that the squad has cleared before, except it’s the most beautiful dungeon he’s ever seen. Wonwoo’s power is all about creativity, but he’s not sure even he could have ever dreamt up a scene like this. 

On a raised platform sits a massive treasure chest, and it seems to be made out of a sparkling crystal material that glitters even brighter than the gemstone walls.

“Sir!” Your voice captures his attention, and Wonwoo whips around to find you standing there. Your hands are raised, delicate black strings weaving through the air toward the ceiling of the cavern, which is when Wonwoo notices the bat-like creatures flying there.

With eyes like rubies that glint viciously, the circling enemies are thwarted by your magic, but Wonwoo can see you are struggling.

“Your dream magic!” you insist.

Wonwoo lifts a hand, ready to use his power to completely pacify the enemy- but then, he would be in control of this dream. He would take ownership as the creator, stripping your unconscious of the work it’s doing. 

Another rule Wonwoo doesn’t like to break: tampering with the power one holds over their own subconscious.

“I can’t,” Wonwoo tells you, lowering his hand.

“You must!” you insist, your gaze shifting down, and that’s when Wonwoo notices Mingyu is lying at your feet, his throat bloodied as if from an animal bite. “I can’t hold them off on my own! And I can’t help Mingyu while fighting off this attack!” 

So you dream of both him and Mingyu… that’s interesting. 

Not another royal guard is in sight. 

Wonwoo sighs; he can sense your panic and can see that this dream is swiftly becoming a nightmare with his inability to perform. 

Rules are arbitrary anyway.

Wonwoo flourishes his wrist, and a moment later, every single bat creature comes crashing to the floor of the cave, incapacitated and seemingly asleep.

You sink to your knees, your hands finding Mingyu’s throat, where you weave your thread magic to stitch up the wound.

Wonwoo stands there awkwardly watching the way you cradle Mingyu against yourself. He suddenly feels as if he shouldn’t be here, as if he’s witnessing an extremely intimate moment. It’s rare to find himself in sexual or even sexually adjacent dreams, and Wonwoo can feel the tension radiating off of you even from underneath the cloud of concern.

But… the real Mingyu, the one dreaming about climbing mountains… he’s not in a relationship with you.

Wonwoo would know if his best friend were keeping secrets. 

So this is an unrequited love, the kind of love you can only experience in your dreams like this.

“Mingyu, wake up,” you urge, staring down at the bloodied man.

With a twitch of his fingers, Wonwoo wills dream Mingyu to wake, and the man’s eyes flutter open.

Wonwoo turns, not wanting to see what happens next, and his gaze lands on the glowing treasure chest. He begins to walk toward it, tuning out the words exchanged between you and Dream Mingyu.

“Sir, wait!” you call. “There might be traps!”

As the words leave your mouth, Wonwoo steps on a stone, and a fire arrow shoots through the air toward him. Wonwoo lifts a hand, stopping the magic before it hits him.

He hears a gasp, and he turns around to see you holding Mingyu up, your gaze locked on him.

“You… you stopped the arrow,” you whisper.

At first, Wonwoo’s not sure what you mean, and then he realizes, in your dreams, he has the same powers he has in real life. He can put things to sleep, but he shouldn’t have been able to stop that arrow… except that you’re currently in a dream, so he can control anything he wants.

Surely there’s no way your slumbering mind can comprehend this, right?

Before Wonwoo can consider it further, the whole world goes black, and Wonwoo’s eyes snap open in the real world. 

You’ve woken up in a panic, and he can hear your bedsheets shifting. 

Without a second thought, Wonwoo quickly retreats down the corridor.

Three:

You’ve been a vivid dreamer for your whole life, but nothing has been more vivid than the final minutes of the dream you had last night. You can’t get it out of your head; the image of Wonwoo stopping an arrow with the wave of his hand.

With an analytical mind, you can always count on your dreams following logic. Sure, the locations might be fantastical, and the situations are sometimes not the most likely, but without fail, when you dream of your squad mates, they always have the same powers and personalities they do in real life.

So, how was Wonwoo, a user of sleep magic, able to stop an arrow in your dream like a man with telekinetic powers? 

There seems to be only one true answer; the real Wonwoo was in your head last night.

You don’t want to believe it.

Has this happened before, or was this the first time?

How often does he go into the dreams of others?

Do other people allow him into their dreams?

What has he seen in your mind’s sleeping eye?

What secrets has he borne witness to?

What desires has he observed in your most private moments of slumber? 

You sit at breakfast hunched over your meal, unable to look up to meet the gaze of anyone around you. But you can feel eyes on you, dark eyes, the eyes of the man who intruded in your subconscious last night.

There’s a connection between you now, a thread of fate that wasn’t there before. 

In your time training, you’ve come to the understanding that you may weave threads and make them visible, but you can also see the invisible strings of fate that tie everyone together. 

There’s been a tie between you and Mingyu for some months now, a thread that grows thicker week by week, building with every interaction, but you’ve hardly spoken to the silent vice-captain who wields dream magic. 

There’s never been a thread with Wonwoo, and today, all of a sudden, there’s a string connecting you to Wonwoo that is as thick as the one between you and Mingyu. 

You suppose the only question is, where do things go from here?

Four: 

It’s been a week since Wonwoo has visited your dream, and every night, you go to bed with a tingle of anticipation, wondering if you’ll see him again.

In your waking hours, Wonwoo continues to play the part of regal, silent vice-captain. He doesn’t approach you, doesn’t say a word, but something tells you that when he does decide to visit your unconscious again, there might be movement in this whole debacle.

Tonight, you’re dreaming about Hoshi for some reason, except he’s in tiger form. You know it’s Hoshi because even as a tiger, he’s on his hind legs dancing, and it’s quite the spectacle. 

Time is fuzzy when you’re asleep, and the vividity of your dreams comes and goes. 

Something is making this scene very clear, and it only takes a few moments for you to realize what.

Standing across the field is a familiar man: Wonwoo.

He’s watching you, like he does every day in the mess hall and during training.

You force a wave and begin to approach him.

Wonwoo turns to leave.

“Wait! Please!” you call, your pace quickening. “I need to talk to you!”

Wonwoo pauses, and you see him release a sigh. “I just wanted to say I was sorry for invading your dream,” he tells you when you reach him.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “I uh… is this something you do often?”

“Not with anyone but other captains,” he assures you.

“Why?”

“Because it’s intrusive.”

You consider his words. “So why did you come into my dream?”

Wonwoo stares at you. “The other captains get boring.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I don’t… I don’t get to sleep like you do. I’m awake every moment of my life. I can go into my own dream world and create what I want to see, but there are limits to my own imagination. It gets so very boring.” He pauses. “I saw the colours of your dream, and they drew me in. You have a sleeping world that’s different from any I’ve ever been in.”

His gaze shifts past you to tiger Hoshi, who is still dancing. “Don’t mind him,” you say, suddenly embarrassed.

Wonwoo laughs, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him smile.

God, he’s beautiful.

The string appears between your bodies, and Wonwoo’s laugh is cut short. He looks down at it.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, uh…” It feels like your throat is closing up. “I think it’s a string of fate.”

“You think?”

“It’s a new part of my power I unlocked a few months ago,” you try to explain. 

“Do you see these when you’re awake?” Wonwoo reaches down and touches the string, marveling at the way it connects the two of you, heart to heart.

“Yes,” you admit. 

“What does it mean?”

“I’m not entirely sure yet,” you confess. “I’ve read about soul ties, that sort of thing, but these appear gradually, and they build over time.”

“Hmm.” Wonwoo lets go of the string. “And are you tied to anyone else?”

Mingyu appears beside you, conjured by the suggestion Wonwoo has just sent to your subconscious. A matching thread connects you to the wielder of blood magic.

“I see.” Wonwoo nods. “Well, this is interesting.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Why?”

“I have a fate thread tying me to two of my Captains; it’s not exactly ideal.”

The edges of Wonwoo’s lips quirk slightly, as if he finds the whole thing so very amusing. 

“There are no rules prohibiting captains from… being with their subordinates,” Wonwoo points out. “If that’s what you’re hoping for.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know if you or Mingyu are even interested?” you blurt out.

“This string goes both ways,” he muses softly, tracing the thread with his index finger.

“Well… we’re always so busy…” you insist, not wanting to believe what your captain is saying.

“You forget, I control dreams. If this is something you wanted to explore, we could all explore it while you sleep, and no one would ever have to know.”

“How would that work?” you ask, your inhibitions practically nonexistent as your unbridled unconscious takes control. 

“I can put people to sleep and draw them into my dream realm. I could bring you and Mingyu into my mind, and in my dream world, you can feel every touch, as if it were happening while awake.”

“Into your dream realm…” you repeat. “Where you control everything.”

“Yes.” He nods, assessing your every facial expression with watchful eyes.

“I…” you swallow thickly, overwhelmed with this information.

Could you really… explore this soul tie with both Wonwoo and Mingyu while in a dream realm?

What would the exploration look like?

“You don’t have to answer now,” Wonwoo tells you. “I’d prefer to hear your decision while you’re awake. In here, in your own dream… well, your primal instincts often take over while your civilized mind is at rest.”

“My primal instincts,” you whisper.

“Yes.” Wonwoo steps closer, leaning forward until his lips are almost ghosting over your own. “Let’s talk about this again soon.”

The world collapses around you, and you sit up in bed, breathing heavily, the anticipation of a kiss leaving tingles on your lips.

Five:

You’re walking back to the training yard after lunch when you realize someone is tailing you, and you turn to see Wonwoo. He makes a motion with his head, indicating toward a storage closet that will take you away from the prying eyes of other members of the guard.

Your heart is racing practically out of your chest as he follows you into the small space. 

“So?” he says when he closes the door.

“So?” you repeat.

“So what are you thinking?”

God, he’s standing so close to you, and now that you’re wide awake, you can even feel his breath. 

The invisible thread between you is practically pulsing with your proximity, and you swallow thickly. “I want to,” you tell him.

“Want to what?” he grins. 

“I want to have a dream with you and Mingyu,” you clarify. “I want to explore this. Without having to sneak around and hide in closets.”

“I kind of like it in here,” he muses, leaning closer.

Your whole body is tingling with desperation. You’re not a virgin, but you haven’t had sex since you joined the guard; you’ve been too focused on training and tasks. 

God, you really need to get fucked.

Something tells you Wonwoo does as well. All this man does is work, day and night.

Having your dreams to explore sexual fantasies in would be amazing. Hell, half of your life is spent asleep. You can’t even imagine what it will be like to be able to partake in Wonwoo’s dream realm any night you want, without it impeding on your rigorous waking schedule.

You can’t help yourself; you grab his shoulders, pulling him to you.

Your lips smash against his own, and his hands tug at your hips, pressing you firmly to his chest.

Wonwoo has always been extremely handsome, but he’s kept to himself. This whole dream invasion thing has opened a door you never thought would be unlocked, and now, you want to dive in headfirst. 

He’s quiet, but domineering, and obviously considerate. Intelligent men have a certain appeal, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the inherent power both Wonwoo and Mingyu have over you as vice-captains.

Your entire body is tingling as you kiss each other, getting lost in the throes of passion, squished secretly together in a closet at the SVT headquarters like teenagers kissing in a confession booth at church.

You grab the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss and allowing his tongue into your mouth. Wonwoo groans, and it’s the most delightful sound you’ve ever heard. You can feel your panties sticking to your core-

Someone coughs loudly outside of the storage closet, and you pull apart quickly, your heart racing.

“Sorry guys, but uh, that’s a broom closet, and as a vice-captain, I have to suggest you move it elsewhere.” The voice is unmistakably Mingyu’s, and the realization flashes in Wonwoo’s eyes as you stare at each other.

All it takes is a moment, and you know through the way the invisible thread jolts that you’re thinking the same thing.

Wonwoo throws the door open, grabs Mingyu, and tugs him into the closet.

“What the fu- Wonwoo?” Mingyu gasps in shock. “Y/N? Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I just sensed rushing blood in here-”

“It’s okay,” Wonwoo assures him.

“Uh…” Mingyu swallows uncomfortably, pressing himself back against the wall of the closet. “So…”

“We all need to talk, but not here,” Wonwoo explains. 

“Yeah, it’s kind of stuffy in here,” Mingyu notes. “Also… I’m not going to tell Cheol I saw the two of you in a closet.”

Wonwoo sighs, shaking his head at his friend. “That’s not what we need to talk about.”

“Is it something bad? God, I explained to Hoshi last month that my blood magic can’t be used as birth control-”

“What? No!” Wonwoo narrows his eyes at Mingyu. “That’s not-”

“You guys can talk it out, but Seungcheol is expecting me in the training yard. You two can be late, but I can’t,” you interject.

“Yeah, no one’s in the hallway,” Mingyu confirms, utilizing his blood sensing power. 

“We’ll catch up to you,” Wonwoo assures you, opening the closet door so you can skitter out.

Your entire body is flooded with jittery energy as you run toward the training yard, anticipation a more intense drug than most.

Six: 

You’re really not sure how this is going to work, so you wait patiently in your room. From what you understand, Wonwoo can enter dreams and take control, but for him to invite you into his own dream kingdom, he needs to put you to sleep, something that is easily done using his power.

It’s late when there’s a knock at your door, and you open it to allow Wonwoo to slip inside.

“I was worried you weren’t coming,” you confess.

“Had to make sure no one saw me come in here,” he explains. “Woozi patrols these halls like a guardsman.” 

“I know we have no rules about fraternization, but Woozi definitely makes it seem like we do.”

“Yeah, that’s Jeonghan’s fault. He got one of our best recruits pregnant a few years back, and it took them both out of the game. He’s back now, but she decided to be a stay-at-home mom.”

“So pregnancy is a definite no,” you laugh awkwardly.

“I’m not planning on having kids anytime soon, are you?” he cocks a brow.

“Not even in my wildest dreams.”

“Good.” Wonwoo clears his throat. “Doing things this way, in a dream state, will protect us all from that nonsense; the only problem is, if I’m letting you into my dream world, I have to come and physically see you when we want to do this.”

“And then you put me to sleep?”

“Yes, and then I leave and join you in the dream world from my own room.”

“So there’s still an element of sneaking around,” you note.

Wonwoo shrugs. “I can be pretty quiet when I want to be.”

“Trust me, I’ve noticed. I thought you hated me this entire time.”

“I don’t hate you,” he laughs. “I’m just not as open about my feelings as Mingyu is.”

“Whatever the two of you feel for me, you’ve both done a very good job hiding it.”

“Well… we can’t have vice-captains making recruits feel uncomfortable if things are unrequited,” Wonwoo muses. “Could you imagine how horrible that would be?”

“It wouldn’t be the best,” you agree. “So how do we do this?”

“Lay down,” Wonwoo instructs. “Mingyu is already waiting for you.”

“Oh?”

“I figured you two should have a moment or two to talk privately before I get back to my own room. I know you and I are on the same page, but I probably didn’t do the best job explaining this to him in that storage closet.” Wonwoo laughs at himself, following you as you head to lie down.

“So… I’ll still be myself in the dream?” you ask.

“Yes. Unlike your dreams where I’m invading your subconscious, when you come into my dream world, it’s as if you’re completely awake just in a different realm. You will be able to touch, feel, taste… pretty much anything you can do in real life.”

“Except get pregnant.”

“Yes.”

You don’t want to bring it up with him, but you know the extra caveat he’s not mentioning; if you die in his dream world, you die in real life. That’s what makes Wonwoo so extremely powerful: he can wipe entire factions of enemies off the map just by trapping them in his dream world and summoning a tsunami, or a fireball, or anything he can imagine.

But you’re not afraid; you’re sure that wherever Wonwoo places you in his dream realm will be nice. After all, you’re going there to get secretly fucked stupid by two of your vice-captains. 

Seven:

You find yourself transported to a large bedroom. The floor beneath your feet is dark marble, and large crystals jut out of it, their cores casting a glow around the room. It’s cavernous, almost, with what looks like a hot spring bubbling in one corner. And then your eyes find a massive bed, and your gaze meets Mingyu’s.

“Y/N!” he stands up abruptly.

“Hi,” you say awkwardly, not quite sure how to approach him given the circumstances.

“Can you explain what’s going on?” 

Your words get caught in your throat, and you fight with yourself on how to do this, but you decide being honest is probably the best idea.

“Wonwoo invaded my dreams recently, and it caused a tether of fate to form between us, a tether that I’d only ever seen between you and me.”

“A tether of fate?” he repeats.

“Yes, like… a thread,” you try to explain. “From my heart to yours.”

“Oh.” You notice the way his cheeks turn a rosy pink. “Was I that obvious about liking you?”

“Without the tether, I may not have noticed. You and Wonwoo are both quite good at keeping your secrets.”

“We have to be; it wouldn’t be fair to put pressure on you like that.”

Both of these men truly are wonderful people. Here they are, vice-captains with an interest in you, but neither is willing to put you in a precarious situation due to the innate power imbalance that resides between you.

“I feel the same way, though. I’ve been interested in you both since the trials; I just never knew what to do about it,” you blurt out, then pause. “Is this weird for you that I like you both?”

“Not really,” Mingyu admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wonwoo and I grew up together; we’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember. When he jumps, I jump. I suppose it’s not the most surprising thing that we’d be interested in the same girl. And, well, sharing you is better than one of us being left out, I guess.”

Mingyu is adorable. This is a side to him you’ve never really seen.

Both men have always been quite reserved in speaking about personal feelings. All the Captains are strictly business, so it is nice to see Mingyu - and Wonwoo - in a new light.

“So… is this like a double date sort of thing? And by double, I mean, well, both of us with you,” Mingyu laughs awkwardly.

“I mean, it can be,” you tell him, embarrassment washing over you. 

It’s clear you and Wonwoo have more sinful intentions, but you have never stopped to consider if Mingyu would want to take things slow.

“You two are cute,” comes Wonwoo’s voice, and you turn to see him standing by the bed. You’re not sure when he had appeared, but you’re happy he can handle this awkwardness now. 

“Why are we cute?” Mingyu asks.

“We’re in a dream world,” Wonwoo responds casually. “We don’t have to take things slow here if we don’t want to. I understand you like to be a gentleman about these things, Mingyu, but y/n doesn’t want us to be. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’d prefer it if, while we’re in this realm, we behave the opposite.”

“Wait, so you’re saying…” Mingyu looks between you and his friend.

“There’s a tether of fate between us, one that she can physically see in the waking world,” Wonwoo explains to Mingyu. “She knows we care about her, and she can correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like our little recruit wants two of her captains to fuck her brains out in a dream realm free of consequences.” 

Both of their gazes shift to you, looking for confirmation, and you manage a nod. “He’s right,” you admit. “Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but as a weaver of thread magic who is learning about the fate aspect of my power, there’s something inside of me that innately trusts the string that connects us all. I can’t explain it, but I know the universe wouldn’t steer me wrong on this.”

“And we’re all pent up from being too good at our jobs when we’re awake,” Wonwoo points out. “This seems like the perfect fit.”

“I just… are you sure you don’t want us to buy you dinner first or something?” Mingyu laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You sneak a peek at Wonwoo, and both of you can’t hide your laughter. “You’re very cute, Mingyu.”

“I just mean…” the tall man says, clearly flustered, “I don’t want you to think we’re taking advantage of you.”

“I think she’s taking advantage of us, actually,” Wonwoo grins. “Very naughty of her.” 

God, Wonwoo can be so sexy when he wants to be. Your core throbs at his words, and you’re shocked at how you can feel it so vividly. So the word about Wonwoo’s dream realm was true; you’ll be able to feel everything they do to you.

“So are you in or out, Mingyu?” Wonwoo asks. “I can always allow you to wake up, take her to dinner on your own time, and miss out on this.”

Mingyu glares at his friend. “Don’t you dare.”

“So we’re in agreement,” Wonwoo concludes. “Dream sex now, a proper dinner later.”

“You guys don’t have to take me out for a proper dinner,” you laugh.

Wonwoo’s grin widens. “Mingyu seems dead set on it.” 

“I am!” 

Your giggling intensifies, but it dies down when you see the way the men are staring at you. “So, Wonwoo,” you clear your throat. “What now?”

“So if we’re all consenting, then we’re all consenting,” Wonwoo clarifies, earning nods from you and Mingyu. “Now, you let me work my magic,” Wonwoo concludes. “Starting with your outfit.”

He raises a hand, and you feel the brush of air across your skin. When you look down, you find yourself in a black nightdress. It’s short, with a silky fabric that brushes your mid-thigh, and the cool air of the room caresses your bare shoulders. 

You know Wonwoo controls everything here, but the fact that he’s dressing you up like his own personal doll leaves you breathless.

“She’s beautiful,” Mingyu says.

“What do you think, baby?” Wonwoo asks, directing his question at you. 

“I’m not sure,” you admit.

Another twitch of his fingers and a massive mirror appears in front of you, giving you a full view of the outfit he’s chosen. You marvel at yourself in the reflection, shocked by how well Wonwoo has chosen a nightie for you. Had he spent a long time considering this? 

The mirror disappears, and you stare at the two men, unable to help but smile. “It looks good,” you confirm. 

“Now for us,” Wonwoo turns his attention to Mingyu, and the next moment, the vice-captain is shirtless. Mingyu jumps from the sudden change, and Wonwoo grins. “I think this is probably up our baby’s alley.”

“I feel… exposed,” Mingyu admits, clearly unused to being a puppet whose world is controlled by a sinful master like Wonwoo.

“Tell him you like this,” Wonwoo says, turning to you.

“I do like it,” you admit, taking in Mingyu’s body with hungry relish. God, he’s so ripped, but you suppose you have quite a physical job. His skin is marred in a few places with old scars, but you think it adds to Mingyu’s beauty.

“Well, what about you?” Mingyu asks his friend. 

“I think I’m good like this for now,” Wonwoo responds, looking down at the black knitted sweater and pants that hide his body from your view.

The dynamic between these men is certainly interesting. You could get used to the friendly bickering, and you can’t wait to explore them more.

Wonwoo’s gaze finds you again, and with the simple crook of his finger, he uses his power to tug you to his chest. You release a gasp, your hands finding his shoulders as you look up at him.

“So, how rough do you want it?” he asks, a sly grin appearing on his lips.

“Break me,” you whisper, skin tingling at the admittance of just how far you want to go tonight. “Don’t hold anything back.”

“Is there anything you don’t like?” Mingyu questions, stepping behind you, blocking you in against Wonwoo while his lips trail just millimeters from your throat.

“I…” you swallow thickly. “I’m not sure yet.”

Wonwoo stiffens. “Are you a virgin?” 

“No,” you assure him. “Just not the most experienced, and I haven’t been touched in a very long time.”

“If you don’t like anything, just say so,” Mingyu tells you, his hand stroking your arm. “I don’t think we need a safe word; just communicate with us.”

“I will,” you promise.

Wonwoo looks at the man over your shoulder, and it’s clear they exchange a wordless agreement. This is a duo of best friends; you’re sure they have an idea of what will work with each other.

They move in tandem, Wonwoo cupping your cheek and drawing your lips to his while Mingyu presses a kiss to your throat, easily narrowing in on your sweet spot.

A moan escapes you, and your whole body melts like jelly, your arms wrapping around Wonwoo to stay standing while they begin to worship you.

Mingyu’s hands find your hips, helping to keep you steady while they slowly explore you. The kiss with Wonwoo is hot and fiery, picking up where you’d left off in the storage closet. You can practically taste his lust for you, and it makes your body surge with pleasure. Mingyu, meanwhile, is slightly more tentative, licking and sucking on your skin.

You press your chest to Wonwoo, arching your back so your ass can brush against Mingyu’s crotch, and the man behind you groans, his fingers digging into your hips.

You can feel his bulge beginning to press in his pants, and knowing that both men want you is a huge turn on. You’d never imagined you’d be engaging in a threesome, let alone a dream threesome with two insanely hot vice-captains of your squad.

Mingyu’s hand rises from your hip, and he massages your breast through the slinky nightie that adorns your body. You groan, breaking your kiss with Wonwoo so both men can hear your sounds of pleasure.

Wonwoo’s lips find your throat, and now both men are kissing your neck while their hands trail up your body.

Mingyu continues to touch your chest, but Wonwoo’s hand slips between your thighs. “You’re soaked, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve never seen such a cute, needy little recruit before.”

So he’s leaning into the power dynamic… you’ve never been this turned on in your entire life.

“I just want to be good for you, Captain,” you whimper.

“You’re being so good for us,” Mingyu assures you. 

“Yes, Sir,” you groan when Wonwoo begins to stroke your core through the flimsy piece of fabric between your legs.

Mingyu responds by slowly lifting the nightie off of your body, exposing your torso to both men, then, in tandem, they turn you so your back is now to Wonwoo. Mingyu cups your face, drawing your lips to his while Wonwoo continues to play with your pussy. His hand slips under the fabric of your panties, deft fingers circling your aching clit.

Mingyu’s not holding back anymore, and his tongue invades your mouth deliciously. He takes your breath away, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, loving the way he’s already groaning softly. 

Wonwoo applies more pressure to your clit, and you gasp, pulling at Mingyu’s hair. You break the kiss to throw your head back against Wonwoo’s shoulder, and Mingyu takes the opportunity to let his lips trail down your throat. His breath is warm against your exposed skin, and his mouth is hot when he sucks one of your nipples between his lips.

“Fuck,” you whimper, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Look at you,” Wonwoo grins. “Such a sensitive baby.”

“It feels so good,” you groan, wiggling your hips, looking for more stimulation.

Wonwoo slips two fingers into your soaked core, and you release a deep moan, eyes shutting as you focus on the pleasure both men are providing you.

“What a warm, wet pussy, baby,” Wonwoo muses. “Is this all for us?”

“Yes,” you whimper, loving the way he’s still using his palm to stimulate your clit.

Mingyu sucks harder on your nipple, pinching the other between two fingers.

“You’re dripping all over my hand,” Wonwoo continues. “How close are you?”

“So close,” you admit, muscles clenching with need.

“I guess we should give you what you need.” Wonwoo’s lips find your throat, and he sucks on your sweet spot, his fingers working you open while his palm applies rough pressure to your clit. Mingyu worships your chest, teasing your nipples until you’re aching.

Your whimpers and gasps fill the room, echoing off the cavernous walls. Both men focus entirely on getting you to the edge, and soon, your entire body is throbbing with hot pleasure as you cum hard.

Your core clenches around Wonwoo’s fingers, your screams uncensored as your orgasm overtakes you completely.

“That’s it,” Wonwoo praises you, nibbling on your ear while they work you through your high. “What a good girl for us.”

Mingyu pulls away from your chest, cupping your face so he can press his lips to yours. He eats up your sounds while Wonwoo finishes you off, and the moment your orgasm subsides, Mingyu picks you up.

The tall man carries you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he lays you down on the plush mattress before getting on top of you. His hips rock, his hard cock nudging your core through two layers of fabric.

“How about we make this fun for all of us?” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through your lust. “Mingyu, you’re not used to a situation like this; threesomes require a bit of creativity.”

“Huh?” Mingyu pulls away from you, turning to look over his shoulder at his friend.

“I’m not some cuck who’s going to stand and watch,” Wonwoo reiterates. “Lay her across the bed, her head hanging over one side; you can use her mouth, but I’m going to eat her pussy one way or another.” 

You swear; his words could make you cum on the spot.

Dominant Wonwoo is a sight to behold, and it delights you that he has control like this, and the foresight to imagine scenarios where all three of you can be experiencing pleasure in tandem.

“Okay,” Mingyu swallows thickly. “Yeah.” One adjustment has you with your head cocked off the side of the bed, and Mingyu fumbles with his pants. “You okay with this?” he asks. 

“Yes, I told you, don’t hold anything back.”

While Mingyu pulls his cock out, Wonwoo gets onto the bed between your thighs. One snap of his fingers has your panties disappearing, and he groans at the sight of your wet core.

“Messy baby,” he taunts, kissing your inner thigh.

“You made me this way, Captain,” you retort, earning a sharp slap to your leg.

“I’m cleaning up after myself, aren’t I?’ Wonwoo reminds you.

Your core throbs, and Wonwoo presses a kiss to your clit that makes your toes curl. He adjusts your legs over his shoulders, his strong hands grabbing your hips to pin you to the bed while he licks your core.

A squeal escapes you, and you writhe slightly against the bed, only for Mingyu to capture your attention.

“Open your mouth, pretty girl,” he prompts, stroking his massive cock and looking down at you.

“Yes, Sir,” you respond, licking your lips before tilting your head back and preparing yourself.

Mingyu brings his cock closer, not pressuring you to go too hard too fast, and you start by licking his shaft. You bring a hand up, grabbing his base to make it easier for you to tease him.

Wonwoo takes your clit into his mouth, sucking lewdly, and you groan, closing your eyes and doing your best to continue licking Mingyu while Wonwoo pleasures you.

His size is daunting, but you finally wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, taking over as he slowly thrusts the tip in and out of your mouth. “This bed is a little low.”

Wonwoo doesn’t even bother to respond, but you feel the mattress raise, making your head level with Mingyu’s hips so he doesn’t have to bend down in an awkward squat to face fuck you.

Thank god for dream magic.

Mingyu pushes a little deeper into your mouth, and you do your best to relax. Your drool is acting as a lubricant, making it easy for Mingyu as he fucks into you.

You close your eyes, enjoying this position and all that it provides. Both men are groaning now, and the vibrations of Wonwoo’s mouth on your clit has your legs twitching.

Mingyu reaches down, pinching one of your nipples and making you whine around his cock.

“What a view,” he muses, pushing his cock even deeper into your mouth with each thrust.

It’s then that you realize you don’t have a gag reflex, and you surmise this must be another one of Wonwoo’s little dream magic quirks. There’s no uncomfortable feeling for you as Mingyu face fucks you with his gigantic cock, and it allows you to focus on your own pleasure.

Two fingers slip into your core, and Wonwoo continues sucking on your clit, crooking his digits up to stroke your g-spot.

You whine desperately around Mingyu’s cock, grabbing the bed sheets to try to anchor yourself while the pleasure builds.

God, nothing has ever felt this good.

You can hear your pussy squelching, and that turns you on even more as you hollow your cheeks around Mingyu. Wonwoo isn’t letting up on your clit, and the lewd slurping has your mind going fuzzy.

Finally, you can’t take any more; you push Mingyu’s thigh, and he backs away. With a loud gasp that turns into a desperate moan, you warn Wonwoo that you’re close.

He stares up at you with dark eyes, finger fucking you even harder.

Something breaks inside of you, all the pressure releases, and you cry out. “Fuck,” Wonwoo groans, pulling away from your clit while his fingers continue inside of you. “You’re squirting all over me, baby.”

“Holy shit,” Mingyu whispers, and you throw your head back to look up at the man stroking his cock above you.

“Just like that, baby, keeping squirting,” Wonwoo coaxes you, his motions unrelenting as he draws even more juice out of your core.

You grab the bedsheets, gripping them hard as you try to stay anchored in this dream reality wherein you’re having truly the most sinful, wet, delicious sex of your entire life.

Wonwoo slows down his pace, removing his fingers from your core to lick them clean before putting his tongue on your pussy again. He groans as he licks up every drop of your orgasm, sucking your clit into his mouth and making you scream from sensitivity.

“I think she’s ready for more,” Wonwoo says with a satisfied grin, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

“Who do you want first?” Mingyu asks.

“I don’t care; I just need someone inside of me, or I might die,” you whimper, mind feeling fuzzy with desire.

“You can fuck her first, Gyu,” Wonwoo sighs. “You look like you’re about to pop.”

“Do we need protection?”

“You can’t get her pregnant in a dream,” Wonwoo explains. 

“Oh, right, yeah.”

The two men help you up, and the bed sinks to a normal height again so Mingyu can climb on with you. Although Mingyu’s the one who’s about to fuck you, Wonwoo’s the one who takes the lead with positioning, and he adjusts you onto your knees facing him while your back is to Mingyu.

“Come here,” Wonwoo grins, pinching your chin to draw your lips to his while Mingyu’s mouth finds your throat. His free hand slips down your spine, and he prompts you to arch your back, pushing your butt toward Mingyu.

Wonwoo groans as you kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away, wordlessly tapping your cheek to make you turn and look over your shoulders, your lips meeting Mingyu’s.

The large man behind you moans lewdly, his hands wrapping around you so one can massage your breast and the other can slip down to rub your clit.

You tilt your pelvis and feel Mingyu’s cock prod your wet hole. Then you reach behind yourself, grabbing the base of his cock to hold it steady, which allows you to push back onto it.

The head of his cock stretches you out deliciously, and you both moan. It’s not the deepest position, but when Mingyu sinks down on his knees a little, he’s able to thrust up into you and fill you more. 

Wonwoo, meanwhile, removes his shirt, and in a flash, he’s naked too. You can’t help but reach for his hard cock, and you break the kiss with Mingyu to focus on Wonwoo.

You’re sandwiched between these men, stroking off the one in front of you, while Mingyu ruts into you from behind. 

Mingyu grabs your hips, anchoring you while he finds a good pace, and then something pinches hard on both of your nipples.

You gasp, your eyes flashing open to find Wonwoo has conjured a set of nipple clamps, connected by a beaded chain that he’s gently tugging, working both of your nipples simultaneously. 

“How do you feel about a little pain?” he asks.

“I love it,” you groan, body tingling with pleasure.

“Yeah?” He reaches between your thighs, finding your clit so he can rub you while Mingyu fucks into you.

“Feels so good,” you confirm, biting your lip as the feeling washes over you.

Each gentle tug of the chain between the clamps sets your body on fire, and you love the way both men are worshipping your pussy together.

“So fucking wet,” Mingyu groans.

“I don’t even need to use my powers to make this pussy magic,” Wonwoo grins, leaning forward so his lips ghost over yours. “I can’t believe you were hiding this from us all this time.”

“I can’t believe neither of you wanted to make a move,” you retort, stroking his cock faster.

Wonwoo tugs on the clamps and you cry out. “What was that, recruit? Sounded like you were talking back to me.”

“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whimper, forcing your eyes open to look up at Wonwoo. 

“And?” he tugs the chain again.

“Sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.” 

Mingyu clearly doesn’t give a fuck about this whole power play thing; he’s too busy railing into you to care, his moans filling the room.

“I wonder if you can fit more,” Wonwoo says, lifting a hand in front of your face. “Suck.” 

You take two of his fingers into your mouth, meeting his eyes as you lewdly suck on them. With a groan, Wonwoo pulls his hand away, dropping it down to your core where Mingyu is entering you.

Your heart leaps with the realization of what he’s about to do, and Mingyu pauses to allow Wonwoo to push his two fingers inside of you, digits now snug along his best friend’s cock. Wonwoo crooks his fingers toward your g-spot, and you cry out, which is enough confirmation of pleasure for Mingyu to begin fucking into you again.

“I kind of like this view,” Wonwoo muses, tugging on the nipple clamps again. “Maybe one day you’ll be able to take both of us at the same time.”

The thought of having both of them stuffed inside of you makes you shiver, and you stroke his cock faster, panting with delight.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Wonwoo’s smirk widens. “You know, from what I’ve seen in his dreams, Mingyu is quite the ass man.”

“Fuck you,” Mingyu grunts, clearly unaware that Wonwoo’s taken a peek in his dreams before and witnessed his innermost sexual proclivities.

“There’s no shame in it,” Wonwoo insists. “In fact, it kind of works in our favour… just not tonight.”

The idea that Wonwoo’s planning future sexual experiences makes you tingle with anticipation.

“You know, I can take away pain in this realm, as I took away that gag reflex of yours,” Wonwoo continues. “So I can promise that if you want to try us both at once, you don’t have to be afraid of anything.”

“Yes, thank you, Captain, next time,” you assure him, unable to think properly as he continues to stoke your g-spot while Mingyu stretches you out with his cock.

“I think you’re pretty close, aren’t you, baby?” Wonwoo asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Yes,” you gasp when he presses his palm to your clit.

“You want to know what else I can do in this realm?” His smirk widens. “Squirt for us.”

All the tightness in your body releases at once, and an orgasm slams into you like a tsunami. You let out a scream as your core clamps down on both men, pushing them out of you so your juice can flood onto the bed.

“Holy shit!” Mingyu groans, immediately wrapping a hand around your body to rub your clit, which only makes you cum harder.

“Wonwoo!” you whimper, grabbing his shoulders to stay upright on your knees while your orgasm rages through you.

“I like it when you’re messy,” he smirks.

When your orgasm begins to subside, Mingyu slips back into you, and Wonwoo moves out of the way to allow Mingyu to fold you over into doggy position. Rough hands on your hips keep you anchored as Mingyu plows into you, chasing his own release like a madman.

“Shit,” Mingyu moans. “I’m gonna cum.”

His sounds get louder, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then, as he’s buried completely inside of you, you feel him explode. The groan that escapes him is one of the sexiest things you’ve ever heard, and your body twitches, core trying to milk him as he fills you up.

After what feels like a long orgasm, Mingyu finally pulls back, releasing an exhausted huff.

“That’s the most I’ve ever cum,” he admits.

“Yeah, I wonder why,” Wonwoo says sarcastically, helping you back onto your knees.

You can practically sense Mingyu’s jaw drop as the realization floods over you both. Just as Wonwoo can make you cum on command in this dream realm, it appears he can elongate Mingyu’s orgasm too.

“Messy messy,” Wonwoo tuts, flicking his wrist and sending Mingyu toppling down onto the pillows. Wonwoo places you between Mingyu’s legs, and you use his strong chest like a backrest as you get comfortable.

Wonwoo looks over your body, and you stare up at him, wondering what he’ll do next.

“I don’t think I need these anymore,” Wonwoo admits, making a small motion that causes the nipple clamps to disappear. Another twitch of his fingers draws Mingyu’s hands to your breasts, and the man behind you groans at being puppeteered. “I kind of want to make you squirt again.”

“Please, Captain,” you gasp, “I’m so tired already.”

“I can make that go away.”

“No, just… I want to feel you,” you insist. “I didn’t envision a sex marathon tonight.”

“Right.” Wonwoo swallows the lump in his throat, gaze trailing up your body until he meets your eyes. “Another time.”

He lies on top of you, and your legs immediately wrap around his hips. You draw his lips to yours, and he kisses you desperately. The head of his cock prods your entrance, and you wiggle your hips, eager for him to stuff you properly.

Wonwoo adjusts, pushing himself inside of you while you both groan.

Mingyu’s hands continue on your breasts, and you can feel his racing heart behind you as he watches his friend begin to fuck you.

You tangle your fingers in Wonwoo’s hair, kissing him hard as he rails into you. 

“You feel better than I could have imagined,” Wonwoo admits. “I don’t need to change a thing.”

What’s interesting is: Wonwoo is kind of a nerd.

He’s the ruler of this whole realm, but… he’s a nerd about it… sexually.

He’s so endearing, and it makes your body pulse with pleasure as he fucks you, his lips moving to your throat where he bites marks into you that won’t be there when you wake up.

One adjustment has your leg over Wonwoo’s shoulder, and he thrusts deep inside of you, making you cry out.

That’s when you notice Mingyu beginning to get hard again, and you struggle to grab his cock, stroking it to earn yourself a moan from your male backrest.

“Come here,” Wonwoo prompts, pulling you down slightly so your head is level with Mingyu’s length. “Now you can suck on it.”

You don’t even need Wonwoo’s power to prompt you to take Mingyu into your mouth, and you close your eyes, loving the feeling of pleasuring two men at once.

“This is insane,” Mingyu says under his breath, pinching your nipple and making you cry out around him.

“Trust me, it could be a lot crazier,” Wonwoo chuckles, his pace getting even quicker. 

You don’t even want to think about the sexual fantasies Wonwoo could create for you to play a starring role in. You’re sure you’ll live them one night soon enough. 

“I’m pretty close, baby-” Wonwoo begins, and you just know he’s going to ask if you want him to magically hold off from busting, so you pull off of Mingyu’s cock.

“Please fill me up,” you interject. “I need it.”

“Yeah?” Wonwoo stares down at you, eyes clouded with lust.

“Uh huh,” you nod, biting your lip as your toes curl with pleasure.

He watches you for a few seconds, motions unrelenting. “Okay, well…” He swallows thickly, chasing his orgasm. “I guess we can all cum one last time.”

Before you or Mingyu can cut him off, an unexpected orgasm surges through you, making you cry out.

“Fucking fuck!” Mingyu gasps, his cock exploding next to you and coating his chest with spunk.

Wonwoo doesn’t miss a beat; he only grins as he pushes fully inside of you, painting your inner core with his seed. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, gasping as he rides out his long orgasm, stuffing you to the brim with cum while your core tries to swallow him up. 

Wonwoo shivers, coming down slowly. 

“That last group orgasm was uncalled for,” Mingyu muses, still trying to catch his breath.

“It was funny, though,” Wonwoo grins. 

Who knew he had a comedic bone in his body?

“What now?” Mingyu asks.

“Now, we all go into the hot spring that I conjured just for this; I figured it’s aftercare or whatever.”

Aftercare or whatever. 

“Come on,” Wonwoo declares, sitting up and grabbing you. He tugs you off of Mingyu, who is still struggling to recollect himself.

“What about all this cum? Won’t it pollute the water or something?” Mingyu asks, scrambling onto his knees.

“It’s just cum,” Wonwoo sighs. “And it’s not even real. Here.”

With one twitch of his fingers, all the fluid on Mingyu’s chest disappears, and you feel the cum that was dripping out of you suddenly vanish.

“It’s going to take a while to get used to this,” Mingyu groans, following you and Wonwoo to the hot spring in the corner of the room.

Wonwoo slowly lowers you into the warm water, and both men join you with sighs of pleasure. “It’s fun to use my power this way,” Wonwoo admits. “I never thought about using it to fuck the shit out of people.”

You laugh and shake your head. 

Quiet vice-captain Wonwoo, a sexual tyrant in his own dream world- who would have thought?

“You both had fun though?” Wonwoo asks.

“It was amazing,” you admit, turning your gaze to Mingyu.

“Yeah, it was pretty good,” Mingyu says, shaking his head, “but the next time you make me cum with your powers, I’m giving you a blood stiffy while we’re at a Captain meeting with Seungcheol.” 

“Noted,” Wonwoo nods with a grin. “So next time…” 

“Next time, surprise me; I don’t want to be part of the planning process,” you interject. 

“Are you sure?” Mingyu blinks at you.

“Yes. I have to focus on the real world when I’m awake; if I spend too much time thinking of sexual scenarios to act out here, my training will suffer.”

“Spoken like a true recruit,” Wonwoo nods. “You’re cute.”

“I have some ideas,” Mingyu admits.

Wonwoo grins. “Like getting her dinner?”

“Yes!” Mingyu glares. “But other things too.”

You drown out their bickering, and your mind drifts to the thread that ties you all together. Now you know why fate brought you to these men, and you know you were right to trust your intuition. 

You’re not sure where things go from here, but you know that as long as the thread of fate connects the three of you, everything will turn out the way it should, sexual dream magic and all.

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In Wonwoo’s dream realm, the only limit is your own imagination, and with three extremely horny adults who all have different kinks they want to play out, you never get bored. 

You’ve lived what feels like a thousand different lifetimes in your dreams with Wonwoo and Mingyu, and leaning into roleplay has spiced up your life in a way you never could have even dreamed of on your own.

You’ve been a siren to two pirate captains who fuck you stupid in an underwater palace. You’ve embodied a priestess welcoming erotic worship from her most devout followers. You’ve played the part of squad captain disciplining her subordinates when you’ve wanted to explore being on the more dominant side of the exchange.

And now, you sit on the bed in Wonwoo’s marble palace, discussing what you want to explore tonight.

“I just think it would be fun if I was a werewolf,” Mingyu says for what feels like the fifth time.

Wonwoo sighs. “You do understand that I couldn’t just will your body to have werewolf traits; I’d have to physically command the base of your cock to swell so you can do your whole knotting kink thing when you cum.” 

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slumbering torment TEASER

🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader  

🔮 preview. “There’s a tether of fate between us, one that she can physically see in the waking world,” Wonwoo explains to Mingyu. “She knows we care about her, and she can correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like our little recruit wants two of her captains to fuck her brains out in a dream realm free of consequences.” 

tw/cw. Unprotected dream realm sex, sub/dom themes, power imbalance/power play, semi-tyrant all-powerful dom!Wonwoo, threesome, foreplay, pussy eating, oral, deep throating, slight pain kink, nipple clamps, fingering, squirting, breast/body worship, multiple reader orgasms, hand job, cum/squirt kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, cumming on demand, praise, finger sucking, fingers and cock in pussy at the same time, stretching kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwoo’s) Captain. (Mingyu’s) Sir. 

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.1k 

🍭 aus. Fantasy au, knight au, magic user au, polyamory au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. “Quiet vice-captain Wonwoo, a sexual tyrant in his own dream world” I feel like most of the Mingyu/Wonwoo threesomes I write have Wonwoo being not the most vocal of participants, so I had a lot of fun with this one. 

TEASER

“Listen," you sigh, "I know this sounds crazy, but as a weaver of thread magic who is learning about the fate aspect of my power, there’s something inside of me that innately trusts the string that connects us all. I can’t explain it, but I know the universe wouldn’t steer me wrong on this.”

“And we’re all pent up from being too good at our jobs when we’re awake,” Wonwoo points out. “This seems like the perfect fit.”

“I just… are you sure you don’t want us to buy you dinner first or something?” Mingyu laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You sneak a peek at Wonwoo, and both of you can’t hide your laughter. “You’re very cute, Mingyu.”

“I just mean…” the tall man says, clearly flustered, “I don’t want you to think we’re taking advantage of you.”

“I think she’s taking advantage of us, actually,” Wonwoo grins. “Very naughty of her.” 

God, Wonwoo can be so sexy when he wants to be. Your core throbs at his words, and you’re shocked at how you can feel it so vividly. So the word about Wonwoo’s dream realm was true; you’ll be able to feel everything they do to you.

“So are you in or out, Mingyu?” Wonwoo asks. “I can always allow you to wake up, take her to dinner on your own time, and miss out on this.”

Mingyu glares at his friend. “Don’t you dare.”

“So we’re in agreement,” Wonwoo concludes. “Dream sex now, a proper dinner later.”

“You guys don’t have to take me out for a proper dinner,” you laugh.

Wonwoo’s grin widens. “Mingyu seems dead set on it.” 

“I am!” 

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Help me pick a possible boy for a story that will come out in September.

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[straylightdream]

see her online (teaser)

⟢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gamer!jeon wonwoo x camgirl!reader

⟢ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming in the next day or two

⟢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): smut with a little plot, romance?

⟢ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

⟢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k+

⟢ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, drinking (wonwoo refused to touch mc with alcohol involved), talks about online sex work

⟢ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom wonwoo, bratty/sub reader, big dick wonwoo, size kink, rougher sex, use of sex toys, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay, the reader is handcuffed, edging, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk, choking, body worship, wonwoo can be a little mean, crying from pleasure, nicknames: baby, good girl, brat, princess (hers) nonu, baby, sir (his)

⟢ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ minors do not interact.

HE'S A GAMEBOY

When it comes to Wonwoo you both have some similarities, but are also quite different. You both have jobs online. Wonwoo is a successful streamer, and you're known for your spicy paid subscription website. You've been on online fans, and working as a cam girl for a few years now. You've managed to absolutely make bank, and have built quite the online following even away from your site.

You and Wonwoo have quite a few mutual friends. It turns out he's had a crush on your for a while, and Seungcheol introduced you to.

The first time you crossed patches was at Seungcheol's birthday party. You're not dumb, you're well aware who Wonwoo is. There is something about a cute nerdy gamer with glasses, that clearly has a body of a Greek god, that does something to you.

You learned that night Wonwoo was interested in you, but you aren't in a place with your career where you think you could try and navigate having a boyfriend.

The entire night Wonwoo flirted and eventually you exchanged numbers. You let him know then, that you weren't looking for any type of connection with anyone.

It's been six months sense you met, and it turns out you couldn't push Wonwoo away. He turned into someone you texted often, and you even flirt all the time.

It turns out when you only have sex with yourself and toys, you start to get pent up.

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Well I accidentally stumbled into writing my first story with a fully dominant male lead…. So keep yours eyes out for a dom gamer wonwoo story coming soon.

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okay hear me out, criminal reader and detective wonwoo. i need this in my life and i trust you clem 😭

Caught you, caught your heart

Pairing: detective!wonwoo x thief!reader

Enemies to lovers, forbidden love, smut

In the rain-soaked streets of Seoul, Detective Jeon Wonwoo finally catches the thief he's tried to catch for months, only to find himself trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a woman who challenges everything he stands for. As secrets unravel and vulnerability surfaces, Wonwoo must choose between justice and the undeniable pull toward the criminal who might just steal his heart.

Wc:~6.7k

Warnings: stealing/robery, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, power imbalance, handcuff/restraint play, sexual tension, light angst, moral dilemma, strong language, consensual but forbidden encounter, teasing/sassing, emotional vulnerability

A/N: this request was just so good i had to write it first. Detective!wonwoo is just so 😩

The city lights blurred into streaks of neon under the relentless downpour, turning Seoul’s skyline into a glittering maze. Detective Jeon Wonwoo stood on the edge of the rooftop across from the Han Gallery, rain sluicing off his dark coat. His breath came steady despite the adrenaline surging through his veins. Six months. Six goddamn months chasing a ghost known only as Shadow and tonight the ghost was finally going to turn into something solid.

The gallery’s security system had been disabled with surgical precision: motion sensors looped, cameras frozen on empty corridors, alarms silenced like they’d never existed. Classic Shadow. But Wonwoo had anticipated the move. He’d spent weeks studying your patterns: the way you favored high-value, easily transportable art; how you always left a single mocking clue behind, a black feather or a smudged fingerprint in the shape of a crescent. Tonight’s target was the Starlight Necklace, a 47 carat diamond piece worth more than most people would see in ten lifetimes. It was the kind of bait you couldn’t resist.

"Unit two, in position?" Wonwoo murmured into the comms tucked in his ear.

"Affirmative. Perimeter secure. No movement on the east side."

He adjusted the grip on his Glock, the weight familiar and grounding. Most detectives would have called in a full SWAT team by now, but Wonwoo preferred to handle Shadow personally. You were his puzzle. His obsession. The one criminal who had slipped through his fingers four times already, always with that infuriating elegance that made his blood boil and his pulse quicken in ways he refused to examine too closely.

A flicker of movement caught his eye through the rain-streaked glass dome of the gallery’s atrium. There, black tactical gear blending with shadows, a lithe figure scaling the internal scaffolding like she was born to it. Shadow.

Wonwoo’s lips pressed into a thin line. "She’s inside. Moving to intercept."

He didn’t wait for backup confirmation. He vaulted over the narrow gap between buildings, boots slamming onto the gallery’s maintenance ledge. The rain made every surface slick, but he moved with the quiet precision that had earned him his reputation. Inside, the alarms remained silent thanks to your hack, but his own heartbeat thundered loud enough to drown out the storm.

He dropped through an access panel into the upper maintenance corridors, landing softly. The air smelled of polished marble and old money. Ahead, soft footsteps echoed, barely audible, but he’d trained himself to hear ghosts. He followed, gun drawn low, flashlight off. No need to announce himself yet.

The main exhibit hall opened below like a jewelry box. Crystal chandeliers hung. In the center, the Starlight Necklace rested on its velvet pedestal, glowing faintly under emergency lighting. And there you were.

You were crouched on the railing of the second-floor balcony, hood pulled low, a sleek backpack already bulging with tools. You moved with predatory grace, uncoiling a thin rope and anchoring it to the balcony’s ornate stonework. One leap and you’d be swinging down to claim your prize.

Wonwoo stepped out of the shadows. "Game over, Shadow."

You froze for half a second, then whipped around. Even with your face partially obscured by a black mask, he could see the sharp glint of surprise in your eyes, quickly replaced by something dangerously like amusement.

"Well, well" you said, voice low and smooth, carrying just enough edge to send a shiver down his spine. "Detective Jeon. I was wondering when you’d finally catch up."

"Hands where I can see them" he ordered, gun steady. "It’s finished. You’re not leaving here with that necklace."

You tilted your head, rain from a cracked skylight dripping down your hood. "You sound so sure. But we both know how this usually goes."

Without warning, you dropped. Not down to the necklace butsideways, launching yourself toward the emergency exit corridor. Wonwoo cursed and gave chase.

The pursuit turned the gallery into a battlefield of marble and glass. You were fast, faster than your file suggested and agile in a way that spoke of years of parkour and evasion training. You vaulted over display cases, slid under laser grids you must have mapped earlier and kicked a marble pedestal behind you to slow him down. The crash of stone echoed loudly.

Wonwoo leaped over the debris, closing the distance. "Stop! Police!"

Your laughter rang out, genuine, breathless, mocking. "You’ll have to do better than that, Detective!"

You burst onto the rooftop access stairs. The rain hammered harder up here, wind whipping between the high-rises. The city sprawled below you, a sea of lights and moving traffic. You sprinted across the gravel. Wonwoo followed, legs burning, lungs tight. You were heading for the edge, toward a narrow bridge of scaffolding connecting to the adjacent building.

He pushed harder. Ten meters. Five. You reached the scaffolding and started across, balancing like a tightrope walker despite the storm.

Wonwoo didn’t hesitate. He jumped after you, the metal groaning under your combined weight. Rain lashed his face, blurring his vision. You glanced back, eyes wide now, not with fear, but with exhilaration.

A gust of wind hit. The scaffolding shuddered. You slipped.

For one terrifying second, you hand missed the railing. Wonwoo lunged, grabbing your wrist just as you started to fall. The momentum carried you both crashing onto the rooftop of the next building. He rolled, pinning you beneath him before you could recover.

The impact drove the air from both your lungs. Wonwoo’s gun had skittered away somewhere in the chaos, but he didn’t need it. He had you.

You struggled beneath him, strong and slippery from the rain, but he was heavier, trained for this exact moment. He flipped you onto your stomach, yanking you arms behind your back. Cold metal cuffs clicked into place around you wrists with satisfying finality.

"Get off me" you hissed, but there was still that undercurrent of teasing in your voice.

Wonwoo hauled you to your feet, keeping a firm grip on your cuffed arms. You stood chest to chest on the rain-soaked rooftop, both breathing hard. He pulled your mask down.

For the first time, he saw your face clearly.

You were younger than he’d expected: mid-twenties, with sharp, expressive eyes that sparkled with defiance even now. Rain plastered strands of hair to your forehead. You lips, full and slightly parted from exertion, curved into a slow, dangerous smirk.

Your eyes locked.

Time seemed to stretch. The storm raged around you, but in that moment, everything narrowed to the heat of your body against his, the way your chest rose and fell in sync with his own ragged breaths. Wonwoo’s grip tightened instinctively. You didn’t look away. Instead, you leaned in just a fraction, close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath on his rain-chilled skin.

"Careful, Detective" you murmured, voice husky. "You’re looking at me like you’ve been waiting for this a lot longer than six months."

Wonwoo’s jaw clenched. He could feel the flush creeping up his neck, equal parts anger and something far more dangerous. "You have the right to remain silent" he started, voice low and rough.

You laughed softly, the sound vibrating through your body into his. "Oh, please. Recite it properly. I want to hear how it sounds coming from you."

He ignored the taunt and continued "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney-"

"Will you be watching the interrogation, Wonwoo?" You interrupted, using his first name like you were old lovers instead of hunter and prey. "I hope so. I’ve got a lot to say… just for you."

He spun you around and began marching you toward the stairwell, one hand on your cuffed wrists, the other steadying your shoulder. The rain continued to pour, soaking you both to the bone. Backup sirens wailed in the distance now, too late, as always, when it came to you.

"You’re under arrest for multiple counts of grand theft, breaking and entering, and evading law enforcement" he finished, guiding you down the stairs. Your backpack had come loose during the struggle; he’d retrieve it later. For now, the weight of your body against his as you walked was distracting enough.

You glanced over your shoulder at him, that smirk never fading. Water droplets clung to your lashes. "You tackled me pretty hard back there. Almost felt personal."

"It was necessary."

"Mm. Sure it was." You tested the cuffs with a small wiggle, brushing deliberately against him. "These are tight. You worried I’ll slip away again?"

Wonwoo didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Because the truth was far more complicated. Six months of chasing you had built something he didn’t want to name. Frustration, respect and now, standing this close, feeling the heat radiating from you despite the cold rain, a spark of raw, unwelcome attraction.

You reached the ground level just as two patrol cars pulled up, lights flashing red and blue across the wet pavement. Officers spilled out, weapons drawn.

"Detective Jeon!" one called. "You got her!"

Wonwoo handed you off to the uniformed officers, but not before you turned one last time. Your eyes met again through the curtain of rain.

"See you soon, Detective" you called, voice carrying over the noise. "Try not to miss me too much in the interrogation room."

He watched as they guided you into the back of the cruiser. You didn’t resist, just sat there with that infuriating, captivating smirk, staring straight at him through the rain-streaked window until the car pulled away.

Wonwoo stood alone on the sidewalk, chest still heaving, rain mixing with the sweat on his face. His hands flexed at his sides. The Starlight Necklace was safe. The case was finally moving forward.

The metal cuffs bite into your wrists as the officers escort you down the sterile hallway of the precinct. Your clothes are still damp from the rooftop rain, clinging uncomfortably to your skin, but you keep your chin high. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead like insects. They push you into the interrogation room without ceremony: a small, windowless box painted in depressing shades of gray, with a heavy metal table bolted to the floor and a large one-way mirror dominating one wall.

"Sit" one officer grunts, shoving you into the chair. They secure your cuffed hands to a ring on the table, then leave you alone with the echo of the slamming door.

You lean back as much as the restraints allow, rolling your shoulders. The adrenaline from the chase hasn’t faded yet. If anything, it’s sharpened into something warmer, more dangerous. Detective Jeon Wonwoo. You’d studied him for months: his cases, his routines, the way he moved like a shadow himself. Tonight was the first time you’d truly been caught. And strangely, you weren’t entirely displeased.

Minutes stretch. Then the door opens.

He steps in alone, carrying a thin file folder. Detective Wonwoo looks exactly like the man who tackled you on that rain-slicked rooftop: tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair slightly tousled from the earlier chaos and those piercing eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses he must have put on for the formal setting. His white shirt is still damp at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing toned muscle. He closes the door behind him with a soft click.

You smile slowly, letting your gaze drag over him. "Well, hello again. Come to admire your handiwork up close?"

Wonwoo doesn’t smile back. He pulls out the chair opposite you and sits, placing the folder on the table with deliberate calm. His expression is neutral, professional, but you catch the slight tightening of his jaw. Good. You’re already under his skin.

"State your name for the record" he says, voice low and steady. He clicks a small recorder on and sets it between you.

You tilt your head, letting a playful lilt enter your voice. "You already know it. Or at least you think you do. Shadow is what you’ve been calling me in all those late-night reports, right? But since you asked so nicely… you can call me whatever you like tonight, Detective."

He ignores the bait. "Full legal name."

You sigh dramatically, leaning forward until the cuffs pull taut. The movement makes your damp shirt cling even more noticeably. "Fine. But only because you tackled me so enthusiastically earlier." You give him your real name, watching his eyes flick down for a fraction of a second before returning to yours.

Wonwoo opens the folder and spreads out several photos: surveillance stills of your past jobs, blurry shots of you in various disguises and one surprisingly clear image from a gala two months ago. "You’ve been busy. Multiple high-profile thefts over the last two years. The Louvre artifact last spring, the private vault in Busan and now the Starlight Necklace. We have you on camera this time."

You laugh softly, the sound echoing in the small room. "Camera? Please. I disabled every feed. That photo’s from the gala? You were there too, weren’t you? I saw you watching the crowd from the balcony. Looking very handsome in that tux, by the way. Very James Bond. Did you enjoy the champagne?"

His fingers tighten around the edge of the folder. "This isn’t a game. You’re facing serious charges. Cooperate and things might go easier for you. Who are you working with? Who fences the pieces?"

You lean back again, crossing your legs under the table as best you can. The cuffs clink. "Working with? Detective, you wound me. I prefer solo performances. More… intimate that way." Your eyes lock onto his. "Though I have to admit, chasing you around Seoul these past months has been the most fun I’ve had in ages. You’re very persistent. It’s almost flattering."

Wonwoo removes his glasses, setting them aside. He rubs the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting frustration. The dim lighting casts sharp shadows across his sharp cheekbones and full lips. You can’t help but admire the view.

"Flattering?" he repeats, voice dropping. "You nearly fell off a building tonight because of your recklessness."

"And yet here I am" you say sweetly "cuffed to a table across from the man who caught me. Tell me, Wonwoo, do you always pin your suspects down so thoroughly, or was that special treatment?"

Heat flickers in his gaze for a split second before he shuts it down. He slides another photo across the table: the Starlight Necklace in evidence. "Where were you planning to move this? Who’s your buyer?"

You glance at the photo, then back at him, biting your lower lip in mock thought. "Buyer? Hypothetically speaking… maybe someone who appreciates beautiful, rare things that are hard to obtain." Your voice lowers, teasing. "Like you, Detective. You’ve been hunting me for half a year. Tell me, do you think about me when you’re alone in your office late at night? Reviewing my files? Wondering what I look like without the mask?"

Wonwoo’s shoulders tense. He leans forward, mirroring your posture, his forearms resting on the table. The scent of rain and faint cologne reaches you. "I think about bringing you to justice. That’s all."

"Liar" you whisper, smiling wider. "Your eyes say otherwise. They’re very pretty when you’re trying so hard to stay professional. Did anyone ever tell you that you look cute when you’re frustrated? The little crease right here..." You nod toward his brow, wishing your hands were free to trace it.

He exhales sharply. "Enough. This is an official interrogation. Answer the questions. Accomplices. Safe houses. Previous jobs you pulled with help. Start talking."

You shrug, the motion making the cuffs rattle again. "What if I said I work alone because no one else can keep up with me? Not like you, of course. You almost caught me three times before tonight. That rooftop… mmm. The way you grabbed me? Very strong. Very decisive." Your tone turns playful and sultry. "I bet you’re even better when you’re not holding back."

Wonwoo stands abruptly, pacing a few steps to the side of the table. The movement reveals the way his damp shirt clings to his back and shoulders. You track every motion, enjoying how the tension coils in the air between you.

"Stop deflecting" he says, turning back to you. "We recovered your gear. Tools, ropes, the hack device. Forensics is going over everything. Make this easier on yourself. Tell me who you’re protecting."

You watch him with open appreciation. "Protecting? The only person I’m interested in right now is you. Tell me, Detective, how does it feel knowing the criminal you’ve been obsessed with is finally sitting right here? Cuffed. Helpless." You tug lightly at the restraints for emphasis, eyes sparkling. "Or maybe not so helpless. You seem a little… distracted."

He stops pacing and returns to his chair, sitting heavily. His gaze is intense now, darker. "You’re playing a dangerous game."

"I like dangerous" you reply immediately. "Especially when it looks like you. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, those intense eyes that won’t stop staring even when you pretend to read your little file. Have you been imagining this moment? Me, caught. You, in control." You lean as far forward as the cuffs allow, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Because I have. More than once."

A heavy silence falls. The recorder continues to hum softly. Wonwoo’s fingers drum once on the table before he stills them. You can see the internal battle: professionalism versus the undeniable pull crackling in the room.

"Names" he says finally, voice rougher than before. "Give me something useful and I’ll talk to the DA about leniency."

You tilt your head, letting your hair fall over one shoulder. "Leniency? How generous. But what if I want something else from you, Wonwoo?" You deliberately use his first name again, savoring the way his eyes narrow. "A conversation that isn’t so one-sided. Maybe after this, when the cuffs come off… or even before. You could uncuff one hand. Just for a minute. I promise I’ll behave."

He scoffs, but there’s no real heat in it. "You’re unbelievable."

"And yet you’re still here. Alone with me. No partner watching through the mirror?" You glance toward the glass. "Or are they? Wave hello for me. Tell them the detective is doing an excellent job staying focused despite how much I’m clearly affecting him."

Wonwoo runs a hand through his damp hair, exhaling. "The Starlight Necklace wasn’t your only target tonight. We found evidence of planning for three more jobs. Talk."

You smile innocently. "Evidence? Or are you just guessing? You’re good, Detective, but I’m better at covering my tracks. Except when it comes to you. I left that feather at the last scene on purpose. Did you keep it? A little memento from Shadow to her favorite pursuer?"

His silence is telling.

You laugh, low and delighted. "You did. How sweet. I knew there was something between us. All that chasing… it’s practically foreplay, don’t you think?"

"Enough" he snaps, but his voice lacks conviction. He stands again, walking around the table until he’s beside you. Close enough that you almost have to hurt your neck to look up at him. The proximity sends a thrill through you.

"Trying to intimidate me with height?" you tease, eyes tracing the line of his throat. "It’s working. In all the best ways. You smell like rain and look very determinate. Very attractive."

Wonwoo places one hand on the back of your chair, leaning down. His face is inches from yours now. You can see the faint stubble on his jaw, the way his pupils have dilated slightly. "You’re under arrest. This, whatever game you’re playing, won’t work."

"Won’t it?" you whisper, holding his gaze without flinching. "Because your heart is racing. I can practically hear it. And mine…" You let the words hang, letting the tension thicken. "Mine hasn’t slowed down since you pinned me on that rooftop."

The air feels charged, heavy. For a long moment, neither of you moves. His breath brushes your cheek. You wonder if he’s about to do something, kiss you, shake you, or storm out. Instead, he straightens slowly, jaw clenched so tightly you worry it might crack.

He returns to his seat, but the professional mask is cracking. "We’re not done here" he says quietly. "Not by a long shot."

You smile, slow and victorious. "Good. I was hoping you’d say that, Detective. I could do this all night."

The interrogation continues, your teasing never letting up, each deflection laced with flirtation that pushes him closer to the edge. The rain from earlier still clings to both of you, but the real storm is building right here in this small, locked room, between the hunter and the woman who refuses to be easy prey.

Hours have passed since the interrogation. The precinct has quieted down for the night, most officers gone home or out on calls. You’re no longer in the main holding cell but in a smaller observation room adjacent to the interrogation area: temporary placement while they process your paperwork. Your wrists are still cuffed in front of you now, chained to a sturdy ring on the wall, giving you limited movement. The room is dimly lit by a single overhead light, the air cool against your skin. Your clothes have dried somewhat, but the memory of the rain and Wonwoo’s body pinning you lingers.

The door unlocks with a heavy click. You lift your head, a slow smile spreading across your lips as Detective Jeon Wonwoo steps inside. He’s changed into a fresh black shirt, but the exhaustion and tension from earlier are etched into his face. He carries no folder this time. No recorder. Just himself, closing the door firmly behind him and locking it.

"Back so soon?" you murmur, voice husky from the long night. "I knew you couldn’t stay away."

Wonwoo doesn’t answer immediately. He stands there, eyes dark and intense as they rake over you: your slightly disheveled hair, the way your shirt still clings in places, the cuffs holding your wrists above the wall ring. The air thickens instantly, the same electric charge from the interrogation room returning tenfold.

"Final questions" he says roughly, but the excuse sounds weak even to your ears. He steps closer, stopping just out of reach. "You didn’t give me nearly enough earlier."

You laugh softly, tugging lightly at the cuffs so they clink. "We both know this isn’t about questions, Detective. You’ve been thinking about me. About this." You shift your stance, letting your hips tilt invitingly. "I could see it in your eyes the entire time. How badly you wanted to stop me from talking by other means."

His jaw clenches. He takes another step, then another, until he’s right in front of you. Towering. Close enough that you can smell his clean scent mixed with lingering traces of rain and coffee. "You talk too much" he mutters.

"Then make me stop" you challenge, eyes locking onto his. Your voice drops to a whisper. "Or are you still pretending to be the perfect, in-control detective?"

That does it.

Wonwoo’s control snaps. One large hand grips your chin, tilting your face up as his mouth crashes down on yours. The kiss is rough, hungry, all the pent-up frustration from months of chasing and the hours of teasing exploding between you. His lips are firm and demanding, tongue sweeping in when you gasp. You kiss him back just as fiercely, nipping at his bottom lip, pouring every taunt and smirk into the contact.

He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you. His free hand slides down your side, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as he presses you back against the cool wall. The cuffs limit your movement, keeping your arms raised and stretched, leaving you open to him. Vulnerable, yet you’ve never felt more powerful.

"Fuck" he breathes against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you. His glasses are fogged, lips already swollen. "You’re impossible."

You smirk, breathing hard. "Yet here you are, kissing the criminal you arrested. How very unprofessional, Wonwoo." You deliberately arch into him, feeling the hard line of his body. "I like it."

He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he kisses you again, deeper, more possessive. His hand moves from your waist to the hem of your shirt, pushing it up roughly. Cool air hits your stomach as he palms your skin, fingers digging in. You moan into the kiss, the sound spurring him on. He breaks away to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just below your ear until you’re shivering.

"Still think you’re in control?" you tease breathlessly, even as your body betrays you by pressing closer. "Because these cuffs say otherwise."

Wonwoo pulls back, eyes blazing. In one swift motion, he reaches for the chain and adjusts it slightly, giving you just enough slack to lower your arms but keeping them bound together. He spins you around suddenly, pressing your front against the wall, your cuffed hands now above your head. His chest molds to your back, hard and warm.

"You talk too much" he repeats, voice dark with arousal. One hand slides around to cup your breast through your bra, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens. You bite back a whimper, pushing back against the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Make me" you gasp, grinding against him deliberately. "Or can’t you handle a little sass while you fuck the woman you’ve been obsessing over?"

The words ignite him. He yanks your shirt up higher, then unclasps your bra with impatient fingers, freeing your breasts. His hands are everywhere: squeezing, pinching, rolling your nipples until pleasure borders on pain. You moan louder, the sound echoing in the small room. His mouth returns to your neck, biting down as he grinds his hips forward, letting you feel exactly how hard he is.

Clothes come off in a frenzy. He spins you again to face him, stripping your shirt and bra completely, then shoving your pants and underwear down your legs. The cuffs make it awkward, but he doesn’t remove them. He wants you like this, bound, at his mercy, yet still challenging him with every look.

You kick the fabric aside, standing bare before him. Wonwoo’s gaze darkens as he drinks you in, one hand sliding between your thighs. His fingers find you already wet, slick with need.

"Fuck, you’re soaked" he growls, circling your clit with practiced precision. Two thick fingers push inside you without warning, curling just right. Your knees buckle, but he holds you up with his body, pinning you to the wall.

"Ah...Wonwoo..." you moan, head falling back. You roll your hips, riding his fingers shamelessly. "Is this what you imagined during all those late nights? Me, dripping for you?"

He pumps his fingers faster, thumb pressing firmly on your clit. "Every damn night" he admits through gritted teeth, finally giving in to the truth. "Thinking about shutting that pretty mouth up."

You laugh breathlessly, the sound turning into a sharp cry as he hits that perfect spot inside you. Pleasure coils tight in your belly. "Then do it. Shut me up. Fuck me like you mean it, Detective."

Wonwoo curses, withdrawing his fingers. You whine at the loss, but he’s already undoing his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. He’s thick, hard, the head glistening. You lick your lips at the sight.

He lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, opening you to him. The cuffs keep your arms raised, stretching your body beautifully. With one hand bracing against the wall beside your head, he lines himself up and thrusts in deep in a single, powerful stroke.

The stretch burns deliciously. You cry out, nails digging into your own palms from the cuffs. He’s big, filling you completely. Wonwoo buries his face in your neck, groaning deeply as your walls clench around him.

"Move" you demand, voice wrecked. "Or are you going to tease me now?"

He pulls back and slams in again, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust rocks you against the wall, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with your moans and his low grunts. His free hand grips your thigh hard, holding you in place as he fucks you relentlessly. The angle is perfect, hitting deep every time.

You meet him thrust for thrust as best you can, challenging him even now. "Harder, Wonwoo. Is this all the big bad detective has? I expected more after that rooftop tackle."

He growls, the sound primal. He adjusts his grip, lifting your other leg too so both are wrapped around his waist. The new position lets him drive even deeper, pounding into you with raw intensity. Sweat beads on his forehead. His shirt is open, buttons popped in the frenzy, revealing toned chest and abs flexing with every movement.

Pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. You kiss him messily, biting his lip, sucking his tongue. He returns it with equal fervor, one hand sliding up to grip your throat lightly, not choking, just holding, possessive.

"Come on" he rasps against your mouth. "Let me feel you. Come for me, you infuriating, perfect-"

The orgasm crashes over you without warning. You clench hard around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure rip through your body. Your vision whites out, legs trembling around his waist.

Wonwoo doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release. His thrusts grow erratic, deeper, more desperate. You watch his face through half-lidded eyes: the furrowed brow, the parted lips, the raw need in his gaze as he stares at you.

With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes hard, pulsing inside you. His hips stutter, body shuddering against yours as he rides out the climax.

For long moments, the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the faint hum of the building. Wonwoo keeps you pinned to the wall, still buried deep, forehead resting against yours. Sweat mixes with the remnants of earlier rain on your skin.

You smile lazily, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "See? Told you it was personal."

He huffs a tired laugh, the sound surprisingly soft. Slowly, he lowers your legs, keeping an arm around your waist to support you as he pulls out. The loss makes you both hiss. He tucks himself away and helps adjust your clothes as best he can with your cuffed hands, the gesture strangely tender after the roughness.

But the heat in his eyes hasn’t faded completely. He cups your face, thumb brushing your swollen lips.

"This doesn’t change anything" he murmurs, though the words lack conviction.

You lean into his touch, eyes sparkling with challenge and satisfaction. "Doesn’t it? We’ll see about that, Detective."

Morning light filters weakly through the small, high window in the holding room, casting pale rectangles across the concrete floor. Your body aches in the best and worst ways, reminders of last night’s raw intensity lingering in your muscles, between your thighs and in the faint marks hidden beneath your clothes. The cuffs remain, though they’ve been loosened slightly. You sit at the metal table, hands resting on the surface, staring at the one-way mirror. Waiting.

The door opens sooner than you expected. Wonwoo steps in, looking like he hasn’t slept. Dark circles under his eyes, hair slightly messy, wearing the same black shirt from last night but now neatly tucked in. He carries a fresh file, thicker this time and two cups of coffee. He sets one in front of you without a word, then takes the seat across the table.

You wrap your cuffed hands around the warm cup, inhaling the bitter scent. "No recorder today?" you ask quietly. The sass from yesterday has softened; your voice is calmer, almost gentle. The night changed something between you. You can feel it in the way he looks at you now, not just hunger, but conflict.

Wonwoo shakes his head. "Off the record. For now." His eyes search your face, lingering on your lips before flicking away. "How are you feeling?"

A small smile tugs at your mouth. "Sore. Satisfied. Confused about why the detective who fucked me senseless is bringing me coffee instead of charging me with everything he can."

He winces slightly at your bluntness but doesn’t deny it. "Evidence came in overnight" he says, opening the file. Photos, documents and transcripts spill across the table. "The Starlight Necklace had a tracker. We recovered it, but more importantly… we found connections to a larger network. One that suggests you weren’t always working alone. Or at least, not by choice."

You sip the coffee, letting the warmth ground you. For the first time in the interrogation process, you don’t deflect with teasing. "I wasn’t. Not entirely."

Wonwoo leans forward, elbows on the table. The light highlights the sharp line of his jaw and the intensity in his gaze. "Talk to me. Really talk. No games. Why do you do this? The thefts, the risks. You’re smart enough to do anything else."

You stare into your cup for a long moment, the steam curling up like ghosts from your past. The vulnerability feels foreign, but after last night, after feeling him come undone inside you, after the way he held you afterward, you owe him something real.

"My sister" you say finally, voice low. "She got sick when we were younger. Really sick. Our parents were gone and the medical bills… they buried us. I did what I had to. Started small: stealing food, medicine. Then it turned into something bigger. People noticed talent. Offers came in. The kind you can’t refuse when you’re desperate and the hospitals keep sending new invoices." You meet his eyes steadily. "I became Shadow to save her. She’s in remission now, but the debts never really went away. And once you’re in that world, it’s hard to get out. They own pieces of you."

Wonwoo listens without interrupting, his expression unreadable but his hands clenched tight on the edge of the table. "Why not come to the police? Witness protection. Something."

You laugh bitterly. "The people I worked for have reach inside these walls. I’ve seen it. Turning myself in would have gotten her killed faster than any illness." You lean back, the cuffs clinking. "Last night… that wasn’t part of any plan. But you caught me anyway. And now here we are."

Silence stretches between you. Wonwoo rubs his face with both hands, exhaling heavily. The internal battle is clear on his features: the dedicated detective who has spent months building this case versus the man who pinned you against the wall and lost himself in you.

"I should turn everything over" he says quietly. "The evidence is solid. You’d go away for years. But after last night… after hearing this…" He gestures vaguely at the file. "There are gaps. Inconsistencies that could point to coercion. Extortion. I could push for a deal. Reduced charges. Protection."

Your heart skips. You study him carefully. "But that’s not what’s really bothering you, is it? It’s the fact that you want to help me. Not just as a cop. As the man who couldn’t stop himself from coming back here last night."

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he reaches across the table and covers your cuffed hands with one of his. The touch is warm, grounding. "I’ve never crossed a line like this before. Never. You make me question everything I stand for. Duty. Justice. All of it feels… complicated now."

You turn your hands, interlacing your fingers with his as much as the cuffs allow. "Then complicate it more. Help me disappear. Not forever. Just long enough to cut ties with the people pulling the strings. I have information that could bring them down, real ones, not just me. In return, I disappear. Or…" You pause, letting the words hang. "We find another way. Together."

Wonwoo’s thumb strokes the back of your hand, a small, unconscious gesture that sends warmth spreading through your chest. "You’re asking me to risk everything. My badge. My integrity."

"I know." Your voice softens further. "And I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away right now. But last night wasn’t just sex, Wonwoo. You felt it too. The way we fit. The way you looked at me when you thought I wasn’t watching. Like I was more than just a criminal to catch."

He stands suddenly, pacing the small room like he did during the interrogation. Morning light catches his profile, highlighting the tension in his broad shoulders. "Evidence suggests your sister’s medical records were tampered with, pressure from the network to keep you compliant. I can use that. Build a case against them instead of you. But it would take time. And you’d have to stay in custody. Cooperate fully."

You watch him move, remembering how those same shoulders felt under your hands last night. "Or you could look the other way for one transport. A staged mistake. I vanish and you get credit for dismantling the bigger ring with the intel I give you anonymously."

He stops pacing and turns to you, eyes burning with conflict. "That’s not how this works. I don’t break the law."

"Yet you broke protocol last night" you counter gently, no accusation in your tone. "You came to me. You touched me. You let yourself want something outside the rules."

Wonwoo approaches the table again, bracing his hands on it and leaning down so your faces are close. You can see the exhaustion, the desire, the moral storm raging behind his eyes. "I can’t stop thinking about you" he admits, voice rough. "Even now. Knowing what you’ve been through… it makes me want to protect you. But I swore an oath."

You rise as much as the cuffs and chain allow, bringing your face inches from his. "Then protect me the right way. Not by locking me up forever, but by giving me a chance to make it right. I’m not innocent, Wonwoo. I’ve stolen. I’ve hurt people indirectly. But I’m not the villain you thought I was when you chased me across that rooftop."

He closes the distance, forehead resting against yours. His breath mingles with yours, warm and coffee-scented. For a moment, it feels like last night again, the intensity, the pull, but softer. More real.

"I need time to think" he whispers. "To review everything. There might be a way to get you into protective custody with a deal. Witness status. Your sister safe. You… out of that life."

You nod slowly, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "And if there isn’t? If the only way is riskier?"

Wonwoo’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your jaw. The touch is tender, at odds with the man who fucked you against the wall hours ago. "Then I don’t know what I’ll do. But I won’t let them have you. Not the network. Not the system if it’s unjust."

The confession hangs heavy in the air. You turn your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. "That’s all I needed to hear. Whatever you decide… I trust you more than I’ve trusted anyone in years."

He lingers there, thumb stroking your skin, eyes searching yours for answers neither of you fully have. The file on the table represents two paths: one of duty, cold and clear, and another of messy, dangerous possibility: alliance, redemption, maybe even something deeper.

Finally, Wonwoo straightens. He gathers the papers but leaves the coffee. "I’ll be back later today. Don’t do anything reckless."

You smile faintly, the familiar teasing spark returning just a little. "No promises, Detective. But I’ll behave… for you."