I love your whc stuff!!! ❤️Pls could you do some kang woo young stuff...maybe some smut ??
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ׂDITCHING FOR KISSES
ׂ╰┈➤ Kang Wooyoung x fem!reader
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), slight possessiveness, explicit language.
about: Wooyoung is feared at school but behind the scenes he's protective and hopelessly in love. He'll even ditch for you.
note: anon 🌺, thanks for requesting wooyoung :) so fun writing for someone new! hope you love ittt
WORD COUNT: 2K <3
The classroom was loud with chatter, that was until Kang Wooyoung walked in. The chatter died down as he moved in the room. The wandering eyes in the class tracked him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Everyone at school knew Wooyoing as the strong boxer. The one not to fuck with. So every time he entered a room, people were curious to what he was doing, even in just a classroom.
You watch from your usual spot in the back row as he scoped out the room with his sharp eyes, looking to see if you made it to class yet. When his eyes find yours, he softens immediately. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile as he made his way to you until he noticed someone sitting in the seat directly next to you.
“Move,” he says to the guy sitting next to you, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“But I was here first-”
“Hey. I wasn't asking.” Wooyoung's voice dropped lower, threatening. The guy jumped up and gathered his things, not daring to argue back. Wooyoung settled into the newly empty seat and looked at you.
“You didn't have to do that,” you scolded, pulling out your notebook.
“He was in my seat.”
“It's not assigned seating.”
Wooyoung turned to fully look at you now. “Anywhere next to you is my seat.”
Your face started to feel warm at his words. Three months of dating him, and he still says things that make you get butterflies. The possessiveness should probably bother you more than it does. Honestly, you find yourself being thrilled by how much he wants to be near you. You secretly love how much he’d go through to make anything happen for you.
The homeroom teacher entered the class, getting everyone's attention so they could start the lesson. Wooyoung immediately slumped in his chair and looked at the ceiling, bored. You don’t know why he doesn’t pay attention in class. He’s smarter than he lets on, especially when it comes to reading situations.
Halfway through the lesson, you felt a piece of paper slide onto your desk. You glanced over to see Wooyoung still staring at the ceiling. You unfolded the note carefully.
Skip lunch with me today. Rooftop.
You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. He was now watching you, waiting for your response. You wrote back quickly.
Why?
Because I want to be alone with you.
Wow. Even his written words had the power to make your heart race. You wrote back a simple okay and watched as the corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile.
The rest of the morning dragged by painfully slowly. You found yourself checking the clock every few minutes, counting down until lunch. When the lunch bell finally rang, you started to pack your things up. When you were finished Wooyoung reached his hand out towards you.
“Let's go,” he said simply.
The rooftop was empty when you arrived, just as Wooyoung said. “Sit baby,” he said softly, gesturing to the bench that overlooked the town below.
You settled next to him, close enough that your shoulders touched. The silence between you was comfortable.
“Did you bring lunch?” You asked realizing neither of you had food.
“No. I didn't come here to eat,” he said, turning to look at you with an intense look.
“Wooyoung…”
“I missed you,” he said simply, “It's been two hours since I saw you this morning.”
You couldn't help but laugh. “We literally just had class together.”
“That's different. I couldn't touch you.” His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers. “I couldn't do this.”
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft at first but when you responded by leaning into him, it deepened. His free hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek.
“Someone could see us up here,” you whispered.
“Let them,” he said. “I want them to see. I want everyone to know you're mine.”
“You’re being awfully romantic today.” You teased.
“Is that a crime?”
“Of course not.” You said, smiling when Wooyoung leaned in for another kiss.
The kiss was slower this time, like he was savoring the way you melted into him. His fingers traced the curve of your jaw and the breeze in the air made you shiver.
When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his but his eyes weren’t on your face. They were on your chest.
“Baby, are you cold?” Wooyoung teased, pointing towards your nipples that were hardening under your shirt.
You quickly crossed your arms over your chest. “Pervert,” you muttered, trying to look anywhere but at him.
Wooyoung didn’t even pretend to be ashamed. He just laughed. “I’m just concerned, baby. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you were warm?”
You rolled your eyes, “The kind who lets me keep my dignity during school hours?”
Wooyoung tilted his head. “Are you saying you don’t like when I stare?” He leaned in again, his nose brushing against your cheek. “You’ve never had a problem with it before though.”
“That’s when we weren’t in public.”
“Then how bout we ditch? My apartment is only 10 minutes away.
You nodded.
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The walk to his place was exciting and filled with giggles. You didn’t ditch school very often but Wooyoung did so he knew exactly how to.
When you got to his place you barely made it through the door before his hands were on your waist.
“Our shoes,” you laughed, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him.
He groaned but let you go long enough for both of you to kick off your shoes. The second they were off, he was tugging you closer again.
“You’re crazy,” you said, even as your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.
“I’m in love,” he said back smoothly.
Your heart fluttered. It wasn’t the first time he’d said things like that, but it still caught you off guard, especially when he said it so casually.
“You’re also clingy,” you muttered, hiding your face in his chest.
“You love it.”
Hell yeah you did.
Wooyoung pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then pulled back slightly and made sure to keep his hands on your waist. “C’mere,” he said, walking backward and guiding you into his bedroom.
He tugged you toward the bed and sat down, looking up at you with that playful glint in his eyes before pulling you onto his lap and kissing you softly. He kissed down your neck while his thumb found its way under the hem of your shirt, brushing against your bare skin.
His fingers frist traced your stomach and then moved higher. You gasped when his hand cupped your breast through your bra, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the fabric.
“You’re so sensitive, baby.” He teased, kissing your jaw. “It’s cute.”
Wooyoung leaned back slightly to pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside before peppering kisses along your collarbone. His fingers reached behind you, and unclasped your bra with ease. Probably muscle memory by now. You gasped as the straps fell down your shoulders and the cool air hit your skin.
Wooyoung leaned back, observing you. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I swear, I’ll never get over you.”
You leaned down and kissed him, slow and sweet. His hands fell back to your waist as he kissed you back. When he nipped at your bottom lip, you let out a soft gasp, and he deepened the kiss. Your hips rocked against his without thinking, and he groaned into your mouth.
Pulling away from the kiss, Wooyoung’s mouth made it’s way to your chest. He kissed down the valley of your breast then finally took a nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled your nipple and you let out a shaky breath. He softly nipped at your nipples, making your hips grind into him.
“Wooyoung-” you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He hummed against your skin, “Say it again,” he murmured, switching to your other breast and giving it the same attention. “I love when you say it.”
You whined softly, burying your face into his hair as your body pressed against his. The room felt warmer now, hot.
When he pulled away, your chest heaved and your heart was pounding. His hands found the waistband of your pants, fingers toying with the button but not undoing it yet.
“Can I?” he asked, eyes meeting yours.
You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Please.”
He shifted you so you were beneath him. He undid your pants and slid them down your legs, followed by your underwear. You shifted, a little shy at being so bare in front of him, but he kissed your knee, then the inside of your thigh.
When his mouth finally reached between your legs, you gasped. Your hips bucked in the air and your hands flew to his hair. He groaned at your reaction, and held your thighs apart with hands as he licked slow and teasing stripes along your core.
You moaned, back arching. “Wooyoung!”
He was ruthless. After awhile, his fingers slid in carefully, curling just right. The tight feeling in your stomach was tighter and tighter, until you were gasping and calling his name again and again.
When you finally came you clutched his shoulders, panting as your body trembled with release. He kissed your thigh, then your stomach, working his way back up to your lips.
“So pretty,” He whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss.
“Still cold?” he teased softly when he pulled back, brushing your hair away from your face with surprising gentleness for someone who had just made you scream his name.
You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath. “I think I’m overheating, actually.”
Wooyoung laughed then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing scars and bruises from past fights. Boxing and non boxing related.
Your eyes wandered down his body, gaze catching on the bruises that were along his ribs and the pale, faded scar that cut across his left side. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen them, but they still made something in your chest ache. You reached out slowly, your fingertips brushing against his most recent one.
“Was this from the fight with that guy in the alley last week?” you asked softly.
Wooyoung glanced down, then nodded.
You frowned, your hand still on him. “I don’t like when you come home like this.”
His eyes flicked to yours, “You don’t have to worry about me, baby.”
You softly nodded then pulled him down for another kiss, slowly grinding upwards towards him. Wooyoung got the message and took the remainder of his clothes off, then finding a place in between your legs.
“You ready?”
When you nodded, he pressed into you slowly, inch by inch, letting you feel all of him. You gasped at the stretch and the way he filled you up completely. He stilled, breathing heavily against your skin and kissed a soft kiss below your ear before moving.
You tightened your hold on him as he moved slowly and tenderly. There was no rush. It was just you and him tangled in a bed that smelled like him. You moaned softly against his neck, the quiet sounds encouraging him to keep going.
Wooyoung’s hand slid down your side, resting on your thigh before pulling your leg higher around his waist. The new angle made you feel even better.
“Fuck!” you breathed, arching into him. The the way he hit that spot deep inside you was overwhelming in the best way.
He chuckled against your shoulder, proud. “There?”
You nodded frantically, not trusting your voice. His rhythm picked up, chasing your pleasure. You felt the heat pooling in your stomach again, getting tighter with each thrust.
His forehead pressed to yours, his lips brushing over yours between gasps and groans. Come for me, baby.”
With his permission, you did. You clutched onto his shoulders as pleasure wracked your body. Wooyoung groaned, his pace slowly as he chased his own high. With a quiet moan of your name, he spilled inside you, holding you tight as he rode it out.
Afterward, you laid with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to normal. His fingers traced patterns on your bare shoulder, and you felt more content than you had in months.
Tomorrow, you would go back to school, and he would sit in the seat next to you like he always did. People would stare and whisper, wondering what someone like you was doing with someone like him. But they didn't know what you knew. He wasn’t just the tough guy that boxed and got in trouble. He was a man who loved you and protected you.
When you left his house you touched your lips and smiled. Gosh, tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
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