Warning: I don't speak English, so I'm using a translator. Please forgive any mistakes! 🥺
Summary: how would the characters react when you are angry with them?
Characters: Lee Kang Soo, Kang Dae Ho, Noh Woo Sung, Kim Yo Han, Wang Wook.
Lee Kang Soo
You had been waiting for him a long time. He promised to be back by nine, but the hours ticked by, and he was nowhere to be found. Your heart whispered that something was wrong. You called Kang Soo, but there was no answer.
You had already begun to play out the worst-case scenarios in your head when you suddenly heard the turn of a key in the lock.
Kang Soo stepped into the apartment, and you froze.
His face... you had never seen him like this. A split lip, a massive bruise under his eye, a graze on his cheekbone. His white tank top was stained with blood, and his blazer was caked in dirt.
Kang Soo moved slowly, as if every step brought him pain.
"Kang Soo..." you gasped, springing up from the couch.
"It’s fine," his voice was hoarse, uncharacteristically quiet. "Just a small disagreement with a few people."
"Small?!" You stepped closer, trying to inspect the damage. "Your face is not a 'small disagreement'!"
He tried to smirk that signature slick, arrogant smirk of his, but winced in pain and simply waved you off instead.
"I’ve had worse. Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill."
You clenched your fists. Anger seethed in your chest — at Kang Soo and at whoever did this to him. But he brushed it off, pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Sit down," you said in a glacial tone. "I’ll get the first aid kit."
"No need, I’ll..."
"Sit down, Kang Soo," your voice sounded remarkably stern.
Kang Soo had never seen you this angry before. Your command intimidated him more than the brawl with the drug dealers. He simply sat on the edge of the sofa, shoulders slumped, staring toward the bathroom where you had gone.
You brought the kit, stood before him, and began to gently treat his wounds. Kang Soo hissed as the antiseptic touched his skin, but he didn't complain.
"What happened?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady even though you were fuming inside.
"Nothing. Just an occupational hazard."
"Kang Soo!"
"I told you, it’s fine!" He flinched, and you noticed him clutching his ribs. Something was definitely broken or severely bruised.
"Take off your shirt," you demanded.
"What? Now is not exactly the best time for lovemaking..." Kang Soo tried to joke his way out of it.
"Kang Soo, take off your shirt, or I’ll take it off myself. And I swear, it’ll hurt more than it does now."
He sighed and, grimacing, pulled the shirt over his head.
You gasped. His entire torso was covered in bruises.
"Who?" your voice trembled.
"It doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter?! Kang Soo, you look like you’ve been hit by a truck! Do you have any idea how I feel when you come home like this? When you don't answer my messages? When I don’t know if you’re alive or..."
You couldn't finish. Tears welled up in your throat.
Kang Soo looked up at you. His eyes were filled with profound regret.
"Come here," he said softly, reaching out a hand.
"No. You’re not getting out of this with a hug. You..."
"I’m not trying to get out of it. Just... come here. Please."
And those words, spoken in such a tired, broken voice, made you step forward.
You sat beside him, careful not to touch his bruises. He wrapped his relatively healthy arm around you and pulled you close. He buried his nose in your hair and went still.
"I should have anticipated their move," he said hollowly. "I should have. Но they turned out to be... faster."
"Kang Soo..." You closed your eyes and shook your head.
"I’m not used to losing," he cut in. "I always knew what to do. I was always one step ahead. And today... today I almost..."
He trailed off, and you felt his grip tighten around you.
"Don't you dare," you whispered. "Don't even think about it."
"I’m not," he chuckled, though the smile was crooked. "I’m here. Alive. Mostly in one piece."
"Mostly?" You pulled back and looked him in the face. "Kang Soo, your ribs might be broken!"
"I’ll see a doctor tomorrow. I promise."
"Now."
"Now? Sweetheart, it’s three in the morning."
"I don’t care. You’re going to the hospital, or I’m calling an ambulance. And I swear, I will personally destroy Prosecutor Goo for giving you such dangerous work! I won’t let anyone take you away from me!"
Kang Soo stared at you for a long moment. A flicker of something like respect or perhaps gratitude shone in his eyes.
"You are impossible," he said.
"I know."
"You’re the only person who can boss me around."
"I know."
"And you love it."
He smirked a real one this time.
"Fine. The hospital. But you’re coming with me."
"Of course."
He stood up, winced, but kept his balance. You took his arm.
"Kang Soo," you said softly as you walked toward the door.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Please, next time you go on a mission... take care of yourself."
Kang Soo looked at you. His face was battered and bruised, but his eyes held that tender spark he reserved only for you.
"Always, sweetheart. Because I have someone to come home to."
He took your hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
Kang Dae Ho
Dae Ho is used to molding himself to fit others, being who they need him to be: strong, reliable, cheerful. But when you are angry with him, the mask cracks. And underneath is a frightened little boy who fears being scolded and cast aside.
Dae Ho lied to you about his service. He served in the Marines, but he had to leave due to panic attacks. He embellished the truth to look better in your eyes.
You found out the truth from one of his sisters. She told you about their father, who took out all his rage on his youngest son.
You don't scream; you just look at him.
"Dae Ho, why didn't you tell me?"
Dae Ho freezes. He recognizes that tone: not angry, but disappointed. That’s the worst kind.
"I... I wanted to," his voice breaks. "I wanted to, but I was scared. I thought if you found out I wasn't the real deal... that I was pretending all this time... you’d leave."
"And you think I won't leave now?" You look him dead in the eye.
Dae Ho’s broad shoulders sag, and his gaze drops to the floor.
"Please don't," he whispers. "I’ll do anything. I’ll make it right. I’ll never lie again. Just don’t leave."
"Dae Ho..."
"I know I’m pathetic," his voice trembles. "I’m no Marine, no hero, not the man I claim to be. I’m just... a guy who wanted someone to be proud of him. And you’re the only person who ever looked at me with love... If you leave..."
He stops, unable to finish.
You look at this big, strong man who is now shaking. Your anger melts away. In truth, you weren't even truly angry; you were disappointed because it felt like he didn't trust you. But seeing him now, you realize he just needed time to open up. After a lifetime of his father's cruelty, he isn't used to the idea of being loved for who he is.
"Dae Ho," you step closer. "I’m not upset because you aren't perfect. I’m upset because you didn't trust me. Do you think I only love you because you were a Marine?"
He raises his eyes.
"I don’t love you for some made-up biography," you continue. "I love you for who you are. For your kindness, your clumsiness, the way you care for everyone around you. But if you lie, I can’t trust you. And there is no love without trust."
Dae Ho swallows hard.
"Never again," he says. "I swear. I’d rather be the most pathetic version of myself as long as I’m honest. Just stay."
He reaches out his hand but doesn't touch you, waiting for your permission.
You take his hand. He flinches slightly and then, unable to believe his luck, presses your palm against his cheek.
"You’re the most precious person in my life," he whispers. "I’ll make everything right. I promise."
"I really hope so, Dae Ho. Don't be afraid to talk about your problems. We’ll find a solution together. I promise you that."
Wang Wook
Wang Wook is a man accustomed to ruling the world. He is a prince, a strategist, always knowing how to turn a situation to his advantage.
But once again, Wang Wook has done things his way. He sacrificed your interests for the sake of power, choosing the throne over you.
You come to him. You don't cry or scream. You simply stand there and look at him.
"I know everything," you say. "You used me."
Wang Wook remains silent. He doesn't make excuses; that is beneath his dignity. But there is pain in his eyes.
"I did it for us," he finally says.
"Not for us. For yourself. You chose power. You always choose power."
"If I don’t have power, I can’t protect you!" His voice rises.
"And if you have power, you lose me," you reply quietly. "You already have."
Wang Wook turns pale. He reaches out, but you recoil.
"Don't," you whisper. "Don't touch me. Not after what you’ve done..."
He lowers his hand. For the first time in his life, he is at a loss for words.
"I cannot be the man you want me to be," he says softly. "I am a prince. I have duties and obligations. I cannot simply... love."
"Then don't," you turn to leave.
"Wait!" He grabs your arm. There is desperation in his voice. "You don't understand. You are the only thing keeping me from becoming a monster. If you leave..."
"You will become one," you finish for him. "I know. Но that is your choice, Wang Wook. You’ve done enough..."
You wrench your arm free and walk away.
He does not follow. He stands in the empty hall, watching you go. His face is a stone mask, but a single tear rolls down his cheek.
This isn't the end. He will come again. He will plead, he will prove himself, he will fight for you. But in this moment, he realizes there are things that can never be undone. And you have no intention of going back.
Noh Woo Sung
Woo Sung is used to keeping his problems to himself. He is used to silence in general — silence about pain, fear, and love. Но when you are angry with him, his silence becomes a weapon used against himself.
Woo Sung recently bought an apartment, but he hasn't invited you over even once. You didn't know how difficult it was for him to live in a place where the neighbors were trying to drive him mad.
You try to talk about something important, but he remains withdrawn. You can see something is wrong; he looks nervous, though he tries to hide it. You want to understand his heart, but he retreats into himself. He doesn't want to burden you with his problems or tell you about the strange noises he hears. He keeps you at a distance to keep you safe from his "crazy" neighbors.
You ask him to tell you what's going on, but he just stands there, paralyzed.
Finally, you snap.
"Woo Sung, do you even hear me?!" You look at him, tears in your eyes. "If you don't care, just say so! I’ll leave!"
Woo Sung freezes. He looks at you. His expression doesn't change, but his hands are shaking.
"Don't leave," he says quietly.
"Then say something!" you nearly shout. "Anything! Just show me that I matter to you! Tell me what is happening to you!"
Woo Sung is silent for a long time, searching for words.
He approaches and simply takes your hand. He places your palm against his chest. You can feel his heart hammering. Its rhythm is frantic, as if he’s terrified.
"I know it sounds strange, but... my neighbors are trying to drive me crazy. Every night I hear strange sounds that keep me from sleeping."
Woo Sung tells you everything that has been haunting him.
You look at him. There is fear in his eyes. He’s afraid you’ll leave. You are his only reason not to lose his mind completely.
"Woo Sung..." your voice softens. "I’m sorry... if only you’d told me sooner..."
He is silent for a second. Then, very softly, almost inaudibly:
"I need you. Please, don't leave." He pulls you into a tight embrace. "I was afraid those people would come after you, too. You’re so precious to me, and I didn't want you to get hurt."
You hug him back, stroking his back.
"I’m not going anywhere," you whisper into his shoulder. "Just don't shut me out. At least not all the time."
"Okay..." He strokes your hair. "Okay..."
Kim Yo Han
Yo Han is the type of person who never loses. He is always three steps ahead, always in control, always knowing how to maneuver through any situation. But when you are angry with him, he faces something he can’t calculate: your feelings.
Yo Han has decided everything for you again. Behind your back, without your knowledge, "for your own safety." He got rid of the people you had a conflict with, but in doing so, he stripped you of your choice.
You find out and you are livid.
"You had no right!" You stand before him, eyes blazing. "You aren't my father or my guardian! You are my boyfriend! You shouldn't decide these things for me unless I ask!"
Yo Han is silent. His face is inscrutable, but you know him well enough to see that he’s agitated.
"I did it to protect you," he says calmly.
"I didn't ask you to protect me!" you nearly scream. "I asked you to be there for me! To trust me! And you... you just went ahead and decided. As if I don’t exist. As if I’m a small child."
Yo Han takes a step toward you.
"Stay back!" You recoil. "I’m not a toy, Yo Han. I’m not a pawn in your game. If you don’t see me as someone worth consulting, then why am I even here?"
He falters. For the first time, there is a look of bewilderment in his eyes.
"You’re right..." he says quietly. "I’m used to controlling everything. I’m used to the idea that if I don’t handle it, everything will fall apart. But you... you aren't part of the system. You’re my... my safe harbor. And I brought my games into that harbor. I’m sorry."
"Sorry?" You look at him. "You didn't even ask if I wanted that kind of protection. You didn't even give me the chance to say, 'No, I can handle this myself.'"
Yo Han bows his head. For the first time in his life, he doesn't have an answer.
"I don’t know how to be any other way," he says. "In my world, if you show weakness, you’re gone. I’m used to guarding what’s dear to me. I was terrified that if I didn't intervene, I’d lose you."
"And now you might lose me because you did," you say softly.
He looks at you, and his eyes are filled with pure pain.
"Tell me what I can do," he says. "And I’ll do it. I don’t want to lose you."
"You can start by asking me what I think, what I want. Ask if I’m afraid or not. If I need help. Just see me as a person, not an object to be protected."
Yo Han nods.
"I understand. I will do that." He looks at you earnestly. "But you... if I mess up again... tell me immediately. Don't let it build up. I’m not good at reading emotions like others. Just say it straight: 'Yo Han, you’re an idiot.' I’ll understand that."
You can't help but smile.
"You’re an idiot," you say.
"Thank you," he almost smiles back. "I’ll remember that."
He reaches out his hand. You look at it for a second, then place yours in his. Yo Han pulls you into a gentle embrace, and you rest your head on his shoulder.
Warnings: +18, Smut, rough sex, unprotected, masturbation, sub/dom themes, scent kink, possessiveness, mentions of trauma and debt, slow burn (I TRIED).
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
The air in the office felt heavier than usual to Woo-sung. Technically, he had just pulled off what many would consider a miracle: selling his 84m2 apartment in Seoul. But the victory tasted like ash.
Most of the profit had vanished instantly, swallowed up by the massive debts and the ₩700 million in loans that had been strangling him. He was left with barely enough to survive and nowhere to lay his head.
He walked down a hallway in a wing of the office he rarely frequented, searching for the employee a colleague had mentioned. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled piece of paper with a name and an address. According to his coworker, she was looking for a roommate to split expenses… fast as possible.
He found you sorting through files. Woo-sung stopped a few feet away, watching you in silence. The echoes of his old building, the trauma of the constant noise complaints, still rang in his mind. He felt like a failure; a man who once had the dream of homeownership and was now, defeated by the real estate market, reduced to asking permission to occupy a spare room.
“Ah, hello... are you the one looking for a roommate?” he asked, his voice low, as if afraid to shatter the quiet of the room.
You turned to meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy with chronic exhaustion, the result of pulling double shifts between the office and night deliveries. Woo-sung tried to straighten his posture, hiding the tension that constantly corded through his stress-hardened frame.
“I’m Noh Woo-sung, from Administration” he introduced himself formally, though his mind was already calculating exactly how much he could save if you said yes.
You pulled out a chair for him and laid out the terms: rent split down the middle, shared common areas. To him, coming from a psychological war with neighbors and hidden scammers, your offer wasn’t just a contract… it was a lifeline, a chance at the stability the system had stripped from him.
“Im very quiet” he promised with a blunt, almost sharp seriousness. “You won’t even know I’m there. I hardly use the kitchen or the living room.”
What Woo-sung didnt know at that moment, as you sealed the deal with a handshake, was that this apartment wouldn’t just be "a roof." It would be the place where his worn-out hands would finally find the release they so desperately craved.
(...)
The first day of the move proved Woo-sung wasn't lying; he truly was a ghost of a man. He arrived with nothing but a couple of boxes and his delivery backpack, moving with a haunted caution.
Thanks to the lingering trauma of his previous noise complaints, he navigated the hallways in absolute silence, as if terrified that the mere scuff of his shoes against the floor would trigger a catastrophe.
When he saw you in the living room, Woo-sung gave a brief, stiff bow, avoiding direct eye contact. His body language was a frantic mix of chronic fatigue and deep-seated shame.
“I’ve put my things in the room” he murmured in that low voice he used to avoid being a nuisance. “Don’t worry about me. I won’t be in your way. I’ll be out working most of the time.”
However, the tension of this new dynamic didn't take long to surface. As you finished dinner at the small kitchen table, he had to brush past you to put a water pitcher in the fridge. The space was narrow enough that the heat from his body, tense from hauling boxes, radiated against you.
As he leaned over, the scent of his skin filled the air. You caught a trace of cheap soap and a sharp, masculine cologne. For a split second, his fingers accidentally grazed your arm as he tried not to bump into the table.
Woo-sung stiffened instantly, catching his breath. It was an insignificant touch, but in the sepulchral silence he imposed on himself, it felt like a thunderclap.
“I’m sorry” he whispered, retreating rapidly toward the safety of his bedroom.
He shut himself in without a sound, but on the other side of the wall, his heart beat with an anxious rhythm that had nothing to do with his debts. Meanwhile, his mind began to adapt to this new reality: the unsettling, intoxicating awareness of your forbidden proximity just on the other side of the plaster.
(...)
It was 3:15 a.m.
Months had passed since your roommate moved in, and the silence of the apartment was absolute, broken only by the subtle click of the lock. Woo-sung shuffled in, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his delivery pack and the exhaustion of a day that felt like it would never end. When he flicked on the dim kitchen light, he jumped at the sight of you on the sofa, a forgotten book in your lap.
“You’re still up?” he whispered. His voice was raspy and tired, but carried a softness he reserved only for the walls of this home… a place that no longer felt like someone else's.
“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied, lowering your voice to match his.
“Long shift. The city never shuts up out there” he commented, setting his keys on the table with obsessive delicacy, as if terrified of breaking the peace. “I’m going to take a quick shower. I won't bother you anymore.”
He gave you a small bow, that formality he still used as a shield and disappeared behind the bathroom door. You heard the sound of the water, a constant hum that felt strangely intimate in the stillness of the early hours.
Fifteen minutes later, the door creaked open. A thick cloud of hot steam spilled into the living room, bringing with it the scent of his soap mixed with the natural, musky aroma of his skin.
Slowly but surely, you were beginning to crave that smell.
Woo-sung stepped out wearing nothing but gray cotton sweatpants, rubbing a towel through his hair. The steam hazed the air, and you could see droplets of water sliding down his torso… taut and corded with muscle from the physical strain of two jobs.
You lost your breath.
The humidity of the room clung to your skin, and his scent, o masculine and clean, hit you with a force that made you squeeze your legs together. You were hit with a sudden, sharp jolt of desire so intense it was almost painful.
“Goodnight, Woo-sung” you said abruptly, standing up with a sudden urgency that caught him off guard.
“Goodnight” he said, stopping mid-stride. “I think...”
As you brushed past him toward your room, the space between you vanished. It was then that Woo-sung went rigid.
His eyes dropped, recognizing the garment you were wearing: a worn, black cotton t-shirt that belonged to him. You had thrown it on without thinking, likely having grabbed it by mistake from the shared laundry.
The fabric was oversized on you, hanging off your shoulders and grazing your thighs, but what unraveled him was seeing his own clothes molded to your curves, soaking up your scent.
He inhaled sharply, an immediate and violent ache hitting his groin. The sight of you in his "stolen" clothes was the final blow to his already fragile self-control.
“Tomorrow... dont forget we have to pay the rent tomorrow” you managed to stammer, fleeing to your room without looking back.
“Y-yeah...” Woo-sung replied, just as breathless.
Both doors shut almost in unison, echoing through the hallway.
Inside your room, you leaned back against the wood, heart hammering. You pulled the collar of the shirt to your nose, it smelled like him… like his exhaustion and his strength. You hadn't even realized you were wearing it. Unable to help yourself, your hands slid down to your underwear, desperately seeking the relief the tension demanded.
On the other side of the wall, Woo-sung was slumped against the shared partition. His work-worn hands moved with feverish haste toward his fly. He squeezed his eyes shut, imagining that the sound of your ragged breathing he thought he heard through the wall wasnt just his paranoia, but reality.
He masturbated with a frantic urgency, muffling his groans against his own wrist to keep the silence, imagining that instead of his hand, it was your mouth liberating him from the pressure of his debts, his past, and his hunger for you.
(...)
The next morning was an exercise in almost unbearable self-control. The silence in the apartment wasn't born of respect or shyness anymore; it was charged with a static electricity that made the air feel heavy.
Woo-sung was in the kitchen, back to the door, making instant coffee with mechanical movements. He wore his perfectly pressed office shirt, but the collar sat slightly loose, revealing the tension he was carrying.
He hadnt slept. The dark circles under his eyes were deeper, and his hands… those rough hands that had sought relief thinking of you last night, trembled imperceptibly as he held the spoon.
When you walked in, the sound of your bare feet made him visibly stiffen.
“Good morning” he said without turning. His voice was a mere thread, deeper than usual.
“Good morning, Woo-sung.”
You approached the counter to grab a mug. The space, once functional, now felt dangerously small. He finally turned and his eyes, heavy with a mix of guilt and longing, traced your face before inevitably dropping to your chest. You weren't wearing his shirt anymore; you'd changed into formal clothes for work, but the memory of you in his garment was branded into his mind.
“About last night...” he began, setting the mug down with a sharp clack that betrayed his nerves. “Im sorry if I made things awkward. I stepped out of the bathroom without thinking.”
“You didn’t make anything awkward, don't worry” you lied, though your breathing hitched at his proximity. The rich scent of the coffee mingled with his cologne, dragging you back to the steam of the bathroom and the way you’d touched yourself while smelling his clothes. “Oh, and yesterday... I was putting things away and grabbed your shirt by mistake. I’ll wash it and get it back to you, I promise.”
Woo-sung took a step toward you, closing the safety gap he had always respected. The invisible, silent man was disappearing, replaced by a desperate soul looking for an anchor in the middle of his chaos.
“That shirt...” his voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, the tone he used for his deepest fears. “I couldnt stop thinking about how you looked in it. About how it smelled like you when you left it in the hamper this morning.”
The silence that followed wasn't the peace he usually craved, it was oppressive and hungry. His eyes dropped to your lips, and for a second, his composure shattered, revealing a raw desperation. He seemed to be pleading, wordlessly, for you to take control... to pull him out of his misery with a single gesture.
His fingers accidentally brushed the edge of your hand on the counter. The contact was electric. Woo-sung didn't pull away this time. Instead, he pressed his fingers against yours, seeking your heat.
“Woo-sung... we have to get to the office” you whispered, though you didn't move.
“I know” he replied, though his eyes said the opposite.
You reached out, your hands moving to his shirt, fastening the last button and straightening his collar.
“Come home early today” you commanded.
(...)
The kitchen clock hit 7:45 p.m. just as the electronic chime of the lock cut through the apartment's silence. Exactly as you had ordered that morning, Noh Woo-sung was home.
He didn't stop to look at his delivery bike, that constant reminder of his grueling life nor did he set his keys down with his usual obsessive care. He walked in with a firm stride, though his shoulders still bore the weight of an office day that had drained his last bit of energy.
Seeing you there on the sofa, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that turned the air thick.
“Sit with me” you told him, your tone leaving no room for argument.
Woo-sung obeyed in silence. He shed his suit jacket, revealing the shirt that strained over his broad shoulders. He sat beside you, eyes fixed on the TV, but his body was so rigid he looked like a wire about to snap.
You slid a hand across his back. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, you felt every muscle react to your touch, bunching beneath your palm. He was a man made of knots and invisible scars, a map of stress that only you seemed able to read.
“How was your day?” you asked, your fingers tracing slow circles over his shoulder blade.
“Fine” he sighed, turning just enough to look at you. “And yours?”
“It was torture. I couldn’t focus on work because I was thinking about you” you confessed. The honesty unraveled him. “You’re so tense. Look at the TV.”
He nodded and turned his back to you. You began to massage his shoulders, digging your thumbs into the base of his neck. You found knots as hard as stones, the result of sleepless nights and the paranoia of his past life. With every press, Woo-sung let out ragged sighs, letting his head fall forward, surrendering the control to you.
Slowly, you moved your hands down, tracing the line of his spine to the firm muscles around his ribs. The heat radiating from his skin enveloped you, bringing that musky scent you’d learned to crave with an almost painful intensity. Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind.
You pressed your chest to his back, trailing slow, wet kisses over his shoulders while your hands moved over the hardness of his stomach. Woo-sung tilted his head, exposing the taut line of his throat, giving you tacit permission to devour him.
You breathed against his skin, tasting the musk of his neck, intensified by the heat of the moment. When your fingers dipped toward the waistband of his slacks and unzipped them, the sound of the zipper felt like a roar in the quiet room.
Your hands slid inside, finding his thick, rigid length, pulsing against his underwear. At the direct contact, Woo-sung’s hips bucked violently. A deep groan escaped him… a release of all the pressure he’d bottled up since moving into the apartment he now viewed as his sanctuary.
“I just want you to feel better... do you want that too?” you whispered into his ear.
“Y-yes...” he nodded frantically, his voice broken with need.
You stroked him with a slow, possessive rhythm, relishing the way his body, usually so contained and afraid of being a bother, now arched in search of more. Woo-sung reached back, finding your head and stroking your hair with an unexpected tenderness that clashed with the feverish urgency of his erection.
When you noticed the slickness of his pre-come coating your fingers, you pulled away abruptly. You stood up from the sofa, leaving Woo-sung in a state of agitation you’d never seen in the normally formal man.
He watched you with hazed eyes, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He looked lost, as if your withdrawal was a physical punishment.
“Why are you stopping?” he asked in a thin voice, a plea that broke the last barrier between you.
“Sit up straight” you told him firmly.
Woo-sung obeyed instantly, backing against the cushions. His hands gripped the sofa, knuckles white. Without giving him a second to think, you straddled him. You lined him up and sank down with purpose.
The groan that escaped you both was the polar opposite of the deathly silence they had lived in for months. It was a raw, primal sound that seemed to shake the very walls he had been so afraid of disturbing.
You began to ride him with a frantic pace. Every movement was fueled by the frustration of only being able to watch him for months. You were ready to burn off every bit of built-up tension… the bathroom steam, the accidental kitchen touches, all of it.
Woo-sung, his fingers trembling from sensory overload, pulled your shirt off as best he could. Seeing you were braless, his pupils dilated. He drank in the sight of your body, the one he had only been able to imagine while masturbating alone in his room. He kept his hands on your hips, squeezing with a mix of possessiveness and awe, but he didn't interfere.
You were in absolute control.
Slowly, his face flushed deep red and the vein in his temple throbbed as he struggled to contain himself. He bit his lip hard, fighting to stay quiet. Seeing him like that, you leaned down and kissed him hungrily.
“Let it out, Woo-sung. Let them all hear you” you urged against his ear, defying the ghosts of his old neighbors and their constant complaints.
And he did. The dam broke. Deep growls, broken sighs, and guttural moans tore from his throat without a filter. You’d never heard a man sound like that, and you loved it. You loved everything about him.
You paused for a second to shift your weight. Without breaking the connection, you knelt over his lap, feet planted firmly on the sofa. This new position gave you the leverage to hit the exact spots that shattered what little composure Woo-sung had left.
He hugged you with a feverish urgency, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He was gasping, inhaling your scent… the same one that had undone him when you wore his clothes.
“Wait... stop a second...” he gritted out, the pleasure becoming too much for his exhausted system.
You refused, maintaining the relentless pace. He pulled back just enough to look at you with eyes full of violent need.
“I’m going to come” he warned, his voice a gravelly roar.
“Do it inside” you ordered.
Woo-sung didnt question you. He buried his head in your shoulder again, biting his lip until, with a few final, desperate thrusts, he came inside you. Feeling the way he throbbed against your walls as he emptied himself sent you over your own edge.
You didn't move right away. You stayed there, joined, for several minutes as the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room. You took his head in your hands and helped him lean back against the cushions, finally curling up against his chest. His hands, which had gripped you with such urgency before, now stroked your back with infinite tenderness.
“That was better than I ever imagined” he whispered into your hair.
In that moment, the apartment was no longer just a place to split the bills. It had become a sanctuary where Noh Woo-sung had finally found something that money couldn't buy.
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➮ werewolf!Woosung × fem!Reader
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summary: All you wanted was a quiet, relaxing night to yourself after a tough week at work. One night to relax and unwind. With your clothes in the wash, you decide to borrow one of your roommate’s shirts. Something he notices when you walk back into the living room while he’s taking a break from gaming.
genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au
warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: pee, food consumption, alcohol, physical violence (as a joke); sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!
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a/n: this is my first time writing for Woosung so pls be nice! He’s been plaguing my thoughts a lot outside of this special and originally, this was supposed to be Tao but because of his impending nuptials and the announcement of his relationship, I’m respecting that and decided to make this my introduction to writing for the Rose, by request of my best friend! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), knotting, creampie, unprotected sex (use condoms), use of pet names (hers: baby, darling, etc.; his: daddy), oral (f receiving), mild praise (f receiving), and that should be all but let me know if I missed any!
kinks: Knotting + creampie
dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Is that my shirt? ❜❜
First, your alarm went off late, then you burnt your toast while getting ready to leave the apartment, so you decided to stop by a coffee shop and get a muffin with your coffee but the line was so long so by the time you finally got to the office, you were late and while your boss was kind, you felt extremely bad and it set the mood for your entire day.
You were swamped with work, meetings one right after another. Your lunch in the breakroom fridge got thrown away by mistake so you decided to get something from the vending machines just to get you through the rest of the day but the machine ate your first bill and by the time you returned to your desk, you were drained and not ready to face the rest of your shift.
But face it you did, sitting through boring end of quarter meetings, watching slideshows about growth projections and even a couple meetings that could have been emails instead. By the time the end of the day rolled around, you were ready to go home and relax, ready to enjoy the weekend.
The trip home wasn’t any better than the trip to work. You missed your train as it was 15 minutes early and left before you got there, so you had to wait at the station for another 20 minutes for another train which also did not arrive at the correct time. So instead, you went back up to the street to see if the bus was any better. While waiting at the stop, someone’s dog tried to use your leg as a fire hydrant but managed to only get your shoe.
So now your foot was covered in piss, you were stuck in the city for almost an hour after work. By the time you arrived at your building, you discovered the elevator was down and you had no choice but to climb the stairs. To the fifth floor.
When you finally reached your front door, you were hot, sweaty, your foot was covered in dog piss, you were late, and all you wanted was to shower and then curl up in bed with a bottle of wine and cry for the rest of the night.
You pushed open the door after unlocking it, slamming it shut before kicking off your soiled shoe, cursing as you grabbed a paper towel, removed your stocking and grabbed the shoe to toss in the trash bin. The urine had soaked into it for over an hour and there was unfortunately no saving it, nor your stocking.
You kicked off your other shoe, adding it and your stocking to the trash and headed for your room, passing by your roommate’s shut door. You could vaguely hear soft music coming from behind the door as you passed and wished you had the tenacity and motivation to do what he did for work.
You knew being a full time content creator was not the easiest job in the world but Woosung made it seem easy. He was a largely popular twitch streamer with a large following and he managed to land several sponsorships and brand deals.
He paid his fair share of the rent, utilities, and groceries and you had no complaints. He was a generally quiet, clean, and courteous roommate and did his fair share of the chores. He was great company when you did spend time together and he was also a really great listener.
Not even the fact that he was a werewolf could put a damper on how much you loved sharing a space with him.
As you entered your room, you noticed your hamper and cursed under your breath. You still had a mountain of laundry to do. As you walked over and lifted the lid, you noticed it was empty. Shutting the lid, you saw a yellow post-it note sitting on the top of the lid.
I didn’t have enough laundry for a load so I added mine to yours.
Hope you don’t mind (:
~ your cool roommate
The corners of your eyes burned as you read the note over and over. The gesture meant more than you could say and as you walked out of your room and over to the small closet where the washer and dryer sat, you saw your clothes spinning with his, suds swirling around. ‘He must have just started the load before I got home,’ you told yourself.
You opened the dryer, hoping some of your clothes might be in here but it was only his. Cursing softly, you grabbed one of the tee shirts, a cream colored one with the picture of a Joshua tree with gray rocks in the background. It was one he’d gotten during one of his visits to the California national park.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to borrow his shirts when your clothes were in the wash as you often forgot to do your laundry in intervals so you always had clean clothes. You pulled the shirt out and shut the dryer, returning to your room to shower and change.
When you exited your room, wearing the shirt and a pair of loose shorts, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself some comfort ramen before drowning in a bottle of your favorite wine. You set up the pot with water and set it to boil, adding the noodles and soup base.
Once it was done, you sat at the kitchen island, eating the meal until it was all gone. It wasn’t the healthiest but sometimes you wanted something that tasted good, not necessarily something that was good for you. As you were washing the pot, you heard the soft click of a door and footsteps padding down the hall towards the kitchen.
“Hey,” your roommate said. You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hey, Woo,” you said, turning back to finish washing the pot as he moved to open the fridge, rummaging around until he grabbed a can of cola and shut it.
You heard the snap of the metal as he popped the tab and the first sip. You could feel his eyes on you but kept to your task, rinsing the pot and setting it aside to dry before rinsing down the sink basin. Woosung said nothing as he drank from the can, standing in the kitchen and watching you rinse the sink and wipe the counter. He finished the small can, tossing it in the recycle as you set aside the dish gloves and turned to face him.
His eyes immediately went to your torso, noticing the shirt.
A look came over him as his eyes narrowed. “Is that my shirt?” he asked suddenly. You nodded, stomach sinking as you suddenly wondered if you crossed a line by wearing it. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I should have asked,” you continued. “I just didn’t have any clean shirts.”
Woosung blinked rapidly as he stared before tearing his gaze away. “It’s fine,” he said in a tense voice. “I need to go do something,” he added in an undertone before heading back in the direction of his room, leaving you staring after him, confusion written on your expression.
Shutting the door with a soft click, Woosung let out a groan, walking over to and throwing himself face down on his bed. The sight of you in his shirt had awakened something in him and he needed to leave the room before he crossed any lines. He’d been struggling with these thoughts since well before today.
Most of the time, he was able to mask them, push them down, but for some reason, now of all times, he just couldn’t do it. He’d been on the verge of pouncing on you from the moment you walked into the room he happened to be occupying at the time for the last couple weeks.
He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, stewing in thoughts of you in his clothes, thoughts of you not in his clothes, thoughts of you not in any clothes when there was a soft knock at the door. He lifted his head, turning to face the door, uncertain if he heard correctly but when he heard another knock, he knew he wasn’t imagining things.
He got up with a groan, walking over to unlock and turned the knob, pulling the door open. He regretted it instantly, finding you standing on the other side, still in his shirt and those tiny shorts. He held his breath as you stood there, looking up at him with those curious eyes of yours. The same eyes he envisioned himself looking into as he fu—
“Did I upset you?” you asked, drawing him from his thoughts. Woosung sighed, giving you a tired smile. “No,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “I’m not upset, darlin’,” he answered. “I’ve just been out of it lately.” Your brows furrowed together in worry.
“Anything I can do to help?” you asked and he cursed you internally for being so helpful. There were a great many things you could do to help him but he pushed those thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to push things into awkward territory because he knew once that line was crossed, there was no going back.
“Nah,” he answered finally. “Just something I have to handle on my own,” he added with a reassuring smile. Your eyes narrowed slightly before widening. “Oh!” you said, suddenly looking very embarrassed as you looked around. “S-sorry!” you squeaked. It took Woosung all but two seconds to figure out he had given you the wrong impression.
“Oh, oh my god no! Not that!” he said quickly, waving his hands. You looked back at him, noticing the pink tinge of his cheeks. As he let out an awkward laugh, running his fingers through his hair, you were suddenly overwhelmed with an unexplainable attraction to him. It wasn’t like he was never attractive before but you’d always firmly seen him as your roommate and now?
Something was different.
Woosung noticed the shift in your demeanor, hell he could smell the difference. He didn’t even need body language. He wasn’t a stranger to the stench of arousal; in fact, it was a smell he knew all too well. He’d just never smelt it like this coming off of you.
It took every ounce of willpower he had to not jump you right then and there. He needed to get out of this situation before he did something he would regret. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” you asked, taking a step forward. Woosung’s breath caught in his throat.
“I-I’m sure,” he answered, chuckling nervously. He didn’t miss the way your expression fell as you took a step back. “Well, if you insist,” you said softly. As you started to turn away, Woosung felt like he could breathe but suddenly you turned back to look at him. “Thanks by the way.”
He tilted his head curiously. “For what?”
“For doing my laundry,” you replied. “I know it’s not a big deal but today has been… an ordeal,” you said with a sigh. Woosung could hear the exhaustion in your voice. It wasn’t a physical exhaustion, it was a mental one. It was the tone he would normally hear before offering to listen to you because he actually cared about you. He didn’t like it when you were upset.
He liked it better when you were smiling and laughing at his dumb jokes.
“Oh no,” he said with a slight smirk. “What happened?” You looked up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears and his smile fell immediately. “I had a really shitty day,” you replied, holding back a sob. He couldn’t bring himself to turn you away now, not when he could see that you were on the verge of tears. . He always provided you a shoulder to cry on and he wasn’t about to deny you that.
Opening his bedroom door more, he stepped back. “C’mere,” he said, holding out a hand for you. Hesitantly, you took it and allowed him to guide you into his room as he shut the door behind you. He guided you over to the bed, sitting you down before grabbing his desk chair and rolling it over to sit in front of you.
“Talk,” he said simply as he sat down. You looked up at him before bursting into tears, relaying the events of the day to him from waking up late all the way to missing the train. Woosung listened without complaint, as he always did. At some point he took your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back with his thumb.
“And when I was waiting for the bus, someone’s fucking dog peed on my shoe and ruined it!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Woosung’s brow furrowed. “You mean the owner let their dog piss on you? What the actual fuck?” he snapped.
“Where did this happen?” he asked. “What did the dog look like?”
You look up at him, your sobs subsiding for a moment. “What? Wh-why?”
“Cause I’m gonna go case the area and beat the shit out of the owner for letting their dog pee on someone. Who the fuck does that?” A look of confusion crossed your face before you let out a laugh. Woosung’s expression softened immediately, reaching up to wipe a tear away.
“Gotcha,” he said with a smile, his voice softer. “I am serious though,” he added.
“I will go jump the owner, if you want me to.”
You shook your head, bringing your hands up to wipe your face. Woosung got up, grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and handed them to you. Thanking him, you used them to wipe your face and nose while he sat back down in his chair.
“You wanna order takeout and watch Gilmore Girls again? From the beginning?” he asked. You shook your head. “No,” you replied, looking up to meet his gaze. “But thank you. I think I’ll just go lay down and wallow in my misery for the night.” Woosung chuckled as you got up, moving to grab all your used tissues. Woosung rolled over to his desk, grabbing the waste bin, and rolled back.
You tossed the tissues in and thanked him again.
He got up after placing the bin back and walked you to the door.
“Maybe I’ll get on tinder,” you said suddenly. Woosung wrinkled his nose. “Why the fuck would you do that?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe while you stood in the hallway. “I think I just need someone to fuck the sadness out of me,” you replied, your tone light and joking but Woosung felt a shift in the atmosphere.
“Ah well, goodnight,” you said, starting to turn away. Unable to control his movements, Woosung stepped forward, hand closing around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You turned to look down at his hand around your wrist before looking up to meet his gaze. “What’re you—?”
“Don’t,” he said suddenly. You stared back at him, confusion invading your senses. “Don’t what?” you asked curiously. “Don’t go on tinder to find someone to fuck you,” he answered quickly. A little too quickly. “Woosung,” you started. “I was just kiddi—”
“Let me do it.”
‘Well that was unexpected.’
You stared back at him, eyes wide, brows raised as he held your gaze. As you studied his face, you could tell there wasn’t even an ounce of humor in his expression. He was being serious. “Wait,” you said softly. “You’re being serious?” you asked. Woosung nodded, again much too quickly. He was eager.
“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t bring some stranger into our home. If you want someone to fuck the sadness out of you, let me do it.”
You stared at him incredulously, a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea invading your mind, mostly about him being your roommate and potentially ruining the dynamic and making things extremely awkward. If you turned him down now, it would definitely make things awkward but if you accepted, wouldn’t that also make things awkward?
“But we’re roommates,” you said softly as he gently tugged you closer, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “So?” he asked softly as he pulled you into him. “It’s not uncommon for roommates to eventually hookup,” he added. “But what if this makes things weird between us?” you whispered as his hand moved up to cup your chin, tilting your head back.
“It doesn’t have to be weird,” he replied. “Not if we don’t make it weird.”
You stared up at him as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “Think about it,” he added. “You know me. We’ve lived together for how long? Three years at least? You trust me, right?” he asked. You nodded slowly, lips parting slightly.
Testing the waters, Woosung gently pushed his thumb between your parted lips, letting out a sigh as he felt your tongue meet his thumb as the pad pressed into your mouth. “Will you let me?” he asked softly, his free hand coming up to the back of your neck. You looked up at him, saliva pooling in your mouth as the pad of his thumb pressed down on your tongue.
“How about it, darlin’?” he asked. “Will you let me fuck the sadness out of you?”
An intense need washed over you and without thinking, you nodded as he retracted his thumb from your mouth. “I need to hear you say it, Y/N,” he said, taking your face in his hands. “Yes,” you croaked out. “Please, Woosung.”
“Please fuck the sadness out of me.”
Woosung pulled you into a kiss, lips crashing against yours roughly. Your hands settled on his chest as he backed into the room, pulling you with him until he could kick the door shut with his foot. His hands slid down your neck and shoulders to your sides until they found purchase on your hips, turning your back towards his bed as he guided you towards it.
You stopped when the back of your legs bumped the edge of the mattress but still Woosung didn’t break the kiss. He’d been thinking of this moment for longer than he’d like to admit and now he finally had you ready and willing in his grasp. He finally broke the kiss, lips trailing down the side of your neck as you tilted your head, giving him more access.
Goosebumps erupted over your skin as his hand moved down, smoothing over the curve of your ass and grabbing a handful of it, pulling your hips against his. “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head as you felt his tongue against your skin.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you borrowed one of my shirts,” he admitted. “Seeing you in my clothes makes me want to rip them off, pin you down, and fuck you until you can’t walk.” You let out a groan as his teeth sank into your skin. “Fuck, make that sound again, baby,” he groaned.
You let out another moan as he grinded against you, his half hard cock pressing into you. “Come here,” he said, sliding his hands down to the back of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you with a surprising amount of strength that probably had a lot more to do with his werewolf nature than with the amount of time he spent in the gym.
He climbed into the bed, walking on his knees until he was able to drop you in the center of the mattress, leaning over you. His lips met yours again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved down to your waist, dipping under his shirt. His fingers left fire in their wake as his hands moved up to cup your chest under the shirt.
“No bra?” he groaned against your mouth. “God, you drive me fucking crazy.” Your back arched off the sheets as he grinded against your clothed pussy. “Woosung,” you groaned, hips rolling to match his movements. “Yeah, babe?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.
“I need you,” you answered breathlessly, fingers dragging through his dark locks. You heard him chuckle softly. “You have me, baby. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,” he murmured. He pushed the shirt you wore up above your breast, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he kissed along your jaw.
Quickly, he pulled back, helping you pull the shirt off and tossing it aside. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in every detail. You started to feel hyper aware of every mark, and scar and attempted to cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head.
“Don’t even think about hiding from me,” he said as his hands slid down your arms. Your lips parted in a sigh as he cupped your chest again, gently kneading your breasts. “God,” he groaned as he watched your body react to his touches. “You have the perfect tits.”
Your cheeks burned. “Woosung,” you whined. “What?” he asked, picking up your tone of embarrassment. “It’s true, baby. The things I want to do to these,” he added, squeezing them once more before his hands slid down to your shorts. “But this ain’t about me,” he continued.
“This is about you.”
His fingers tucked under the waistband of your shorts and panties, wasting no time as he pulled them both down your thighs and discarded them somewhere in the room, telling himself that he’d clean up later. He sat back on his heels, spreading your thighs and getting an eyeful of your wet pussy.
You watched as he licked his lips, the urge to close your legs crossing your mind but even if you had tried, he wouldn’t have let you as he held them open with a strong grip. “Remember what I said earlier?” he asked, not looking up from your cunt.
“‘I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,’” he repeated. You nodded as his hands skimmed along the inside of your thighs. “Which do you want first?” You stared back at him as his words sank in. You had no idea where you wanted him to start. Your eyes watched as his tongue peeked out, wetting his lips.
“Tongue,” you said instantly. A smirk spread across his face as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. You didn’t get the chance to appreciate his body as he leaned over, kissing down the valley between your breasts, his kisses moving down your stomach until he drew level with your mound.
He laid down, getting comfortable as he spread your thighs. He glanced up once, meeting your eyes and giving you a smirk before he looked back down.
The first lick against your clit was slow, deliberate as he dragged his tongue up, making you moan loudly. He groaned against you, enjoying the taste on his tongue. “You taste so good,” he mumbled, pulling back briefly before going back in, tongue gliding over your clit in slow drags.
Your fingers curled into the sheets as your back arched off the bed. “F-fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned. Woosung took that personally, wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding you down as his mouth moved over your pussy, tongue dragging over wherever it could reach. From your clit to your entrance but he focused most of his attention on your clit, licking and suckling on the senstive nub until your thighs were shaking.
“M’close!” you gasped, tension building in the pit of your stomach until it snapped and you came with a moan of his name. Woosung pulled back, wiping his mouth and chin quickly before kissing his way up your body until his lips found yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers traced around your entrance, sliding into you quickly.
He barely gave you time to recover as he started pumping them in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace, curling them against your walls and making you moan against his mouth. He set a steady pace, alternating between pumping his fingers and curling them, enjoying the way your body responded to both motions.
“Come on, baby,” he groaned, moving his fingers faster. “Cum for me again. I know you can give me another one.” You let out a whimper as your orgasm approached quickly. “That’s it, baby girl, let go,” he cooed, smiling against your lips as you came again, walls fluttering around his fingers as he helped you ride it out. “Good girl,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re doing so well for me.”
You whined as pulled his fingers from you, eyes fluttering open as he removed his shorts and underwear. “Fuck,” he swore. “Let me get a condom.” He started to get up but you grabbed his arm. “Don’t,” you said breathlessly. “I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”
Woosung stared at you, eyes wide. “Are you sure?” he asked. He was perfectly fine with foregoing condoms if it’s what you wanted but he wanted you to be absolutely sure. You nodded, tugging him back towards you. “Yes,” you said, nodding eagerly. “Just fuck me, please.”
Woosung slotted himself between your thighs, lips meeting yours as he kissed you slowly. “Are you absolutely sure, baby?” he whispered, pressing short kisses against your lips and cheeks. You nodded once more. “Yes, I’m sure. Please, daddy.”
Woosung’s eyes popped open as the name slipped out and he pulled back to look at you, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across his face. “Daddy, huh?” he whispered, chuckling when you whined in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you whined but he shook his head, kissing your cheeks again. “S’okay, baby. If you wanna call me daddy, I don’t mind.”
You felt the head of his cock sliding between your folds, pressing against your swollen clit. “I’m still gonna fuck the sadness out of you so it doesn’t matter what you call me.”
Before you could respond, he started to push into you, cock sliding into your hole slowly, stretching you as he gave you inch by inch until his shaft was buried fully inside you. He let out a strained groan as your walls enveloped him, his hips stilling as he let both of you adjust slowly.
“F-fuck,” he gasped, resting his forehead against yours. “Feels so fucking good, baby.” You whined in response, wiggling your hips and silently begging him to move. He didn’t need you to tell him again as he pulled back, sliding out of you before snapping his hips into you, sheathing his cock in one thrust and making you moan loudly.
“M’gonna fuck the sadness out of you,” he said in a low, deep voice. “But I need to know how hard you want it.” You grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling your legs closer and letting him sink deeper. “Hard,” you said softly as he pulled back to look at you. “If you’re going to fuck the sadness out of me,” you started, staring into his eyes.
“You’re gonna need to do it hard and fast. Make me forget everything bad that’s happened today.”
Woosung let out a chuckle, nodded. “You got it, baby girl.”
He immediately set a fast, hard pace, thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes that had you choking on your moans as the sound of skin echoed around his room. Your cheeks burned as you heard the wet sound of his cock entering your cunt repeatedly but you couldn’t be bothered to say anything about it when the base of his cock pressed against your lips.
You hadn’t gotten a good look at it but you knew as a werewolf, he had some parts that weren’t entirely human. You sort of wish you’d gotten a look at his cock but you could feel the difference. With each thrust, the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your hole. You wondered if he was going to try and fit it inside you but that was something for future you to worry about.
“F-hng-fuck,” you moaned. “So fucking big.” Woosung let out a groan, cock twitching inside you. “You like it baby?” he whispered in your ear. “Like how my big cock feels inside you? Like how it stretches your tight little cunt?” You nodded, whimpers leaving your lips as you could feel the knot pressing against your hole even more, a slight stinging as it tried to enter you.
“M’gonna fuck you full,” he growled, thrusts increasing in pace and power as he tried to push the knot into you. “M’gonna fill this little pussy and knot you.” You gasped out as he slammed into you, the knot pushing halfway into you and making you cry out.
“I can’t, daddy! S’too big!” you whimpered. Woosung pulled back, resuming his thrusts. “You can take it, baby girl. I know you can,” he murmured. “Come on, baby. Show me how well you take it.”
He slammed into you again and you cried out as the knot pushed inside you, stretching your cunt as the pain stung, a burning settling in your pussy as he pushed all the way in until your cunt wrapped around the base of the knot, firmly locking him in place as he came, your cunt clenching around his cock.
The feeling of his seed spilling into you had you cumming in time, walls fluttering around his cock, knot and all. As the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you, Woosung coaxed you through it, gently thrusting while buried deep inside you. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Taking all of it. I bet you feel so full,” he continued. “How does it feel, baby?”
Truthfully, the sting of taking the knot had subsided the moment you came and he was right, you felt extremely full of not only his cock but all of the cum he just dumped into you. As your cunt continued to contract around him, lodging the knot inside your walls, you could feel the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.
“So full,” you moaned. Woosung let out a chuckle as he rested his weight on top of you, getting comfortable. “How long do we have to stay like this?” you asked, curiosity taking over. “Mmm,” Woosung hummed as he thought for a moment. “Maybe like an hour?” he said, not entirely certain. “That was a pretty large load,” he added. “The knot takes some time to go down after it starts swelling.”
“It is pretty large,” you noted in a low tone. Woosung let out a laugh. “Oh baby, this is what it’s normally like. It’s just now starting to swell.” Your eyes snapped open as you met his gaze. “What?” you asked incredulously. As you spoke, you could feel his cock start to throb. “There it goes,” he said and you moaned, feeling the knot start to throb as well, slowly, it started to swell, your cunt stretching around it.
“Oh fuck me,” you groaned as Woosung pushed his cock further, making sure the knot was full enclosed in your walls. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “We’re gonna be like this for a while,” he added as he peppered your face in kisses, making you giggle.
“Did it work?” he asked suddenly, pulling back to look at you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him. “Did what work?” A smile spread across his face. “Did I fuck the sadness out of you?”
You laughed loudly, ending in a moan as the knot swelled even more. “Yeah,” you answered with a nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “Yeah, it worked. I don’t even remember why I was sad.” Woosung’s smile grew, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “Good,” he muttered.
“Just let me know the next time you’re sad and I’ll fuck it out of you again.” You giggled as he kissed your face more. “How about you just fuck me whenever?” you asked. Woosung stared down at you, his smile turning into a smirk. “Yeah?” he asked. “Got a taste for the knot and now you want it all the time?” You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at your own lips. “Isn’t that what they say?”
“Get knotted one time and you’ll never want another cock?”
Woosung burst into laughter. “That’s not a thing but sure,” he replied. “Once you get the knot, you’ll never swap.”
Woosung can be the sweetest human being at the same time he can be the sassiest. I believe he would take the aftercare really seriously like any other interaction you have with each other because he believes in quality relationships more than anything else. Soft touches and butterfly kisses are something in his list of to do’s when it comes to an aftercare. And if he was a bit too rough he would definitely take good care of you afterwards while teasing you.
B - BODY PART.
This boy is so confident he literally loves everything about himself. Not like he was born that way, it was a lot of self work and your work of praising him which led to that but you really loved seeing him being confident about his body.
In you he just loved every single inch of your body. He always said he didn’t have the right to give an opinion about anybody’s body, even less if it was you who we talked about. You were just beautiful in his sight and that was more than enough.
C - CUM.
You could never know. He’s so random and loves to experience new stuff so he would just ask you if he can try a new spot every time you had sex so he could choose his favorite. But for now I believe his favorite place is either your chest or your stomach.
D - DIRTY SECRET.
He fantasizes a lot about you waking him up with a good morning sex session. It is just so hot to think about it and such a great way to start a day. He tried to let you know but even though he might look pretty brave and open to talk about this kind of stuff, he became quite shy about asking you to wake him up with a soft massage to his cock.
E - EXPERIENCE.
I believe that Woosung is the type of person who would only have sex with someone if he really had a connection with that someone. Like he wouldn’t just fuck whoever comes in his way. So according to this I believe he doesn’t have had many sexual partners but I do believe he has had plenty of quality sex sessions with them.
F - FAVORITE POSITION.
Any in which he can lay back and look at you do all the work (lazy king). I believe he would also love any position involving you both facing a mirror so you could perfectly see each other’s and your own pleasure expressions.
G - GOOFY.
I don’t see him as someone who would be very goofy during sex. I see him as a person who takes sex really seriously and wouldn’t really be into being goofy while doing it with you. But he would definitely tease you a damn lot.
H - HAIR.
Don’t ask me why but I believe he has it all clean down there. No reason at all.
I - INTIMACY.
He absolutely LOVES being intimate with you doesn’t matter when and where. As I mentioned before, he is really into having deep and meaningful relationships with people and you weren’t an exception. Everytime he has the chance to be intimate with you, he will always be.
J - JERK OFF.
Quite a lot when he’s on tour, the lack of your presence makes him even more needy. He would not do it alone tho. He would always call you or text you so you could help him a bit, especially when he felt stressed out about something.
K - KINKS.
Mirror sex: as I said, he would def love the image of you two being intimate getting reflected on a mirror. It’s just another level of pleasure that he gets when he can have access to seeing not only your facial reactions to what he does to you but also his own reactions whenever you touch him.
Orgasm denial: He’s the biggest teaser between the members of the band and also the most possessive so he would love to be in control of your orgasm and it would give him a boost of energy deciding when you can come undone for him or not.
Cigarettes after sex: Not sure if this is considered a kink but he would definitely love to light up a cigarette and share it with you as you both came down from your highs and kept kissing each other from time to time.
L - LOCATION.
Any place where he can lay down is a perfect spot to have sex with you.
M - MOTIVATION (TURN ON).
He would turn on just by feeling your touch or with a bit of dirty talk coming from you. It wasn’t something you usually did so he really enjoyed it when you did so or tried to tease him before he would start his own tease show.
N - NO NO (TURN OFF).
Definitely he wouldn’t like it if you suggested to have a threesome. He wants you for him and only him and only for him, sharing not being a possible option in a relationship with him.
O - ORAL.
He loves going down on you but when you go down on him oh the boy gets hella excited. Would love taking your hair out of your face so he can perfectly see your face as you suck him off and he would love it even more if you made eye contact with him from time to time.
P - PACE.
Slow. He loves thrusting into you slowly so you can feel every single inch of him. Also so you had to beg him to go faster and he could tease you a bit more.
Q - QUICKIES.
His favorites. It would just give him a boost of energy, especially if they were right before practice or a concert.
R - RISK.
Love the risk and would love to experience it with you. Doesn’t care about trying out some risky semi-public sex when the members are next door or something like that. He thinks it gives a thrilling and funny feeling to the situation.
S - STAMINA.
A damn lot. He could spend hours and hours having sex with you if that meant being home naked and laying down.
T - TOYS.
As I said before, he enjoys trying new stuff so he wouldn’t mind using some toys if that meant your sexual life would get better.
U - UNFAIR.
His passion and hobby is teasing you so yeah, he’s probably the most unfair member.
V - VOCAL.
Not a big fan of having conversations while sex but he really is into listening to your moans and praising so he can know if you’re enjoying what he’s doing or not.
W - WILD CARD.
Sex after tour. It’s the first time you two meet after months of being apart because of a tour. As soon as he sees you, he wouldn’t waste a second to smash his lips with yours and start a heated make out session that will always end up in something else if you know what I mean 😏
X - X-RAY.
I think he’s average but definitely knows how to give his length a good use.
Y - YEARNING.
Every time he spends more than 2 days without seeing you. He’s so fond of you and so addicted to your touch that he cannot be without you for more than 24h.
Z - ZZZ.
The boy is lazy so he wouldn’t take long to fall asleep after he finishes making sure he did everything he has on his imaginary to do list of aftercare.
The Rose Reaction | FLUFF/CRACK | When They Have Too Much To Drink
On the fourth day of Christmas, I bring this gift to you. Four tipsy rose boys
In which your boyfriend has too much too drink during the Christmas season
Warnings: None
A/N: Day 4 of mini-Ficmas. Today I bring you my first reaction for the rose because I love them and have always wanted to write something for them🌹Enjoy my lovelies, and thank you so much for all the love on the days so far. And I will see you tomorrow with day 5 😘
FICMAS
MASTERLIST
WOOSUNG
It’s quiet in the taxi late at night. The windows rolled down a third of the way to let in the cold night air. You’re so busy watching the view that passes by that you don’t notice what’s going on next to you. You turn your head as you feel a warm body press against your side. Your boyfriend, Woosung, leans his head against your shoulder, clearly feeling the effects of the Christmas party you’ve both just left.
“You okay there Woo?” you ask, noticing the way he slumps further against you. You don’t think he even notices just what he’s doing as he begins to cuddle you.
“Mhm,” he hums, giving you a small nod. A smile twitches at your lips at his response.
“You sure you’re not gonna fall asleep on me?” you joke, reaching up to run your hands through his curls. He leans into the touch with ease, turning to look up at you. You can’t suppress your giggles as he blinks up at you, eyelids clearly drooping.
“I would never-” he’s interrupted by a yawn, only causing you to laugh more.
He’s right, normally he would never be one to fall asleep in a taxi ride home. Woosung is by no means a light drinker. He can easily handle his liquor on any normal night out. But with the amount of tequila you watched Jaehyeong pour into each Christmas themed beverage, you’re not surprised that your boyfriend is practically asleep. You’d practically had to carry him just to get into the damn taxi fifteen minutes ago. He’d still been his drunk and giggly self earlier. He’d been stumbly as you wrapped your arm around his side, guiding him to the car. He’d giggled the entire way, finding every step amusing as he’d leaned on you for support. Now he was clearly in his sleepy phase of being drunk, if his massive yawn wasn’t a sign enough.
“Okay, maybe I’m a bit sleepy,” he mutters, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You can’t help but smile, pressing a soft kiss against his hair.
“It’s okay, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” you say softly.
“Thank you, love you,” he mutters sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.
“Love you too,” you say, though Woosung is already snoring lightly against your shoulder. You only shake your head, continuing to run your hands through his hair.
DOJOON
Your boyfriend, Dojoon, is normally a free-spirited person. Never being one to shy away from being himself. It’s actually one of your favorite parts of his personality. But every once in a while when he’s had just a little too much to drink, the extrovert in him seems to multiply by a thousand. Like right now for instance, as you are coming home from his company Christmas party. Most people would be ready to sleep, or at the very least just get home. However you’re lovely, and incredibly drunk boyfriend, has decided now would be the perfect time to belt out Christmas songs as you attempt to walk back.
“Joonie, You’re going to wake the whole street up,” you say, shushing him with a tug to his hand.
He gasps dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at you.
“You don’t like to hear my singing? I’m offended,” he huffs, turning his head away with a pout.
You roll your eyes for what feels like the thousandth time, both endeared and over his antics. Honestly, the amount of times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight should genuinely be studied.
“I didn’t say that, I just don’t think these people would enjoy being woken up at 2 am,” you say, continuing to drag him along.
“They’re just jealous of my singing!” he says, giggling next to you. You snort at his response, amused by the logic of his inebriated mind.
“Right, I'm sure that’s the reason. Not because some drunk man who’s had way too much alcohol is singing at the top of his lungs down the street,” you say.
“For your information, It wasn’t alcohol, it was eggnog,” he argues,
“Eggnog that Woosung spoke with god knows how much tequila,” you huff, recalling catching the other man mid act.
“Oh come on, we have to have a little fun,” he whines, throwing an arm around your shoulder. He tugs you into him, nearly throwing you off balance. He laughs as you pout up at him, the force jolting you against his chest.
“You’re insufferable,” you whine, swatting at him softly.
He catches your hand, bringing it up to his face. You rub your thumb against the side of his cheek. He leans into you easily, stroking the back of your hand where he holds it. Damn him for being so obnoxiously cute.
“You love me though, yeah?” he teases, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Well obviously,” you say, feigning annoyance. He only grins, pressing a kiss to the side of your palm.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me,” he says, eyes full of love.
HAJOON
“You know I love you, right?” Hajoon asks, suddenly.
“Yes, I know,” you say, chuckling slightly.
“Okay, good,” he says.
He’s quiet again as the two of you continue to walk down the street. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance at you repeatedly. He clearly has something else to say, but hesitates. You don’t try and press him on it, figuring he’s just thinking of what to say.
“And you love me too, right?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“Of course I do,” you laugh, squeezing his hand in yours.
“Okay,” he says, nodding to himself. Another silence falls over you,
“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly.
You finally pause, turning to look at your boyfriend. He doesn’t meet your eyes, choosing to turn his head the other way.
“Hajoon, where is this coming from?” you prod, gently. You and Hajoon have been happily dating for years. You’d never once had a doubt in his relationship. You had always assumed Hajoon felt the same. Atleast, he’d never once showed a sign of anything different. He takes a second to collect his thoughts, still not meeting your gaze. With a sigh he finally turns to you. You’re about to ask him again, when he cups your face in both of his hands. He brings your face up to his, staring directly into your eyes.
“I just really need you to know how precious you are to me, and that I really, really, love you. Like beyond words love you, like can’t imagine a life without you, like I’m gonna marry you one day, love you,” he says, squishing your face between his hands.
You stare at him for a moment, so caught off guard by this out of character behavior. You’re still reeling from how serious he sounds that it takes you a moment to process his words. Once you do you're unable to stop the smile that spreads across your face.
“You’re absolutely adorable. And incredibly drunk right now,” you say, fondness seeping into every word. Dojoon had warned you earlier about the drinks being a little too strong. Hajoon had brushed him off, easily downing four Christmas flavored drinks without a second thought. But even hours later, he’s clearly still feeling the alcohol in his system. Which apparently makes him profess the most heartfelt things he’s ever said to you in the middle of an empty street.
“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I love you any less,” he grumbles. His intense stare stays on you, brow furrowed in concentration.
“I know, it just makes you extra cute today,” you say, reaching up to cup his hands in yours. He still frowns slightly, eyes never leaving your face.
“You didn’t say it back,”
“Say what, back?” you tilt your head, pretending to think about it.
“Y/n….” he whines, pressing his forehead against yours.
You laugh, giving his hand a kiss
“I love you, Hajoon. Like I’m gonna marry you one day too,” you say softly. He grins, pressing a kiss to your lips,
“Happy now?”
“Very.
“Good, let's go home. Oh! and remind me to thank Dojoon tomorrow,” you giggle, already planning to hang this moment over your boyfriend’s head every chance you get.
JAEHYEONG
“What do you mean we can’t get daechang?” Jaehyeong whines, stopping in his tracks.
You turn to see him standing in place, with the world’s biggest pout on his face. He’d been begging for food for the last thirty minutes. It’s a normal occurrence for your Jaehyeong to whine about his food, he is the biggest foodie you know afterall. But now is definitely not a time where you can let him drag you off to one of his usual spots.
“Jae, it's the middle of the night, everything is closed,” you explain, watching his face fall.
“But, my daechang,” he sniffles, his eyes beginning to water slightly.
In any other circumstance, you’d be concerned about the sight of tears on your boyfriend’s face. But given the drunken state your boyfriend is in, you can only smile. He continues to stare at you like you’ve just crushed his dreams.
“I know. But it’s late, baby,” you say gently. Jaehyeong only looks more distraught, looking like he’ll burst into tears at any second. As funny as the situation is, you don’t think it’s a good idea to have your boyfriend have a breakdown here on the sidewalk. You remain patient, trying to be gentle as you soother him. Your main concern is to get him home as easily as possible. You and sober Jae can worry about his daechang tomorrow.
“Tell you what, once it’s normal people hours and your hangover is gone I’ll take you for all the daechang you can eat, okay?” you offer, smoothly.
He seems to think for a moment, going quiet in front of you. You turn to watch him, barely able to suppress your giggles at how much thought he’s putting into it.
“Promise?” he asks, giving you a hopeful look.
“I promise,” you say. You make a show of drawing an ‘x’ over your heart for him. This seems to appease him as he begins to nod.
“Okay,” he says, giving you the brightest smile.
It nearly gives you whiplash, with how fast his mood brightens. Like he wasn’t just about to cry from not being able to eat. You smile at him, still finding his drunken behaviors kinda cute.
“Come on silly,” you say, extending your hand out to him.
His grin widens, rushing towards you to wrap his hand in yours.
Your friend was sitting opposite of you with crossed arms and pouting lips, being visibly upset with you.
“I just don’t understand why you are keeping this a secret from me! Don’t you trust me, y/n?” You laughed sheepishly.
“Of course I trust you. But just like I said, now is not the time to reveal his name. Not yet.”
Your friend sighed in annoyance.
“Fine. Keep your stupid secret then.” She gulped her drink in one go and thought about her next move for a minute.
“Hey, y/n!” You leaned over the table, paying her your utmost attention. “Since you won’t tell me the name of your famous sweetheart… can you at least tell me what he’s like? Is he treating you well?”
Your lips turned up into one big smile. Was your boyfriend treating you well? Was he paying attention to you and your needs? You took a sip of your drink and nodded, smiling nonchalantly.
“You could say so, yeah.” Your friend got up from the table and strode over to the bar, leaving you alone and confused. She came back with a bottle of soju in her hands and determination in her eyes.
“Do you know what this is?” You looked at her bewildered. “Soju”, you answered.
“Yes. Soju. This is a special kind of soju. With each shot we take, I get to ask you a question about your secret romance guy which you have to truthfully answer. Got it?” You admired your friend’s determination – she always had been stubborn and now was no exception.
“And you think you will figure it out that way?”
She smirked at you, then proceeded to pour the first two shots. You were nervous, yet amused. Would she figure it out? Or were you smart enough to keep your idol boyfriend’s identity a secret? You leaned back in anticipation and mustered the shots.
“Game on.”
Your friend clanked her glass with yours and both of you downed the bitter tasting alcohol in one go.
“Waaah”, she sighed in relief. “Nothing beats soju if you ask me.” You on the other hand winced in dismay as you weren’t the big drinker your friend wanted you to be.
You heard your friend clap her hands together, signaling that it was time to start her questionary game.
“Question one, and I’ll go easy on you with that one, is: when and where was your first date?”
You thought back to the first time you met him, smiling unconsciously.
“Well, it had to be months ago. Oh I know, it was the beginning of April. Shortly after my dad’s birthday. Even though I had met him weeks prior our first date was in April.”
“You met him weeks prior? What? Was he too shy to ask you out?” You threw your head back laughing.
“No, not at all. He asked me out right away – he didn’t waste any time on making clear that he liked me. However, it took us some time to meet up because he had to work non-stop. He was out of the country a lot and all his plans to take me out fell through. But then-”, you stopped with a big smile. “Then, it kind of happened spontaneously.”
Your friend looked at you skeptically. “Spontaneously?”
“Yeah. He was alone in the office, working on his music. It was late at night, so he ordered a cab for me and met me in his company’s building.” Your friend looked disappointed.
“That’s not the love story I wanted to hear, y/n.” You laughed in amusement.
“But why? He worked with what he got. He found some mats and a blanket and used those to imitate a picnic. He literally got all the snacks the office had to offer and he even found some fairy lights that he hung up to set the mood.” You smiled warmly, thinking back to how your boyfriend looked in those golden lights, admiring you just as much as you admired him.
“We talked all night and even slept there until we got woken up by the sun. I know it sounds like it wasn’t that much but it was actually very romantic.”
Your friend smirked. “Did something remarkable happen?” You blushed and looked down at your lap. “OMG, y/n. Spill the tea!”
“He, uhm, he actually showed me what he was working on. It was a love song, a very sexy one, too. And I loved it – he is so great at his craft. After he made sure that I loved the song he confessed to me – he actually wrote it for me. And then he kissed me.” Your cheeks grew redder by the second.
“No way, that sounds so lovely! He wrote a sexy love song for you? Can I hear it?” You chuckled silently.
“You already have.” Your friend’s eyes grew wide in surprise.
“What? No way? I have? He actually published a song he wrote for you?!” You smiled proudly while nodding your head. Your friend clasped her chest in amazement. “Damn.”
You took the bottle of soju in your hands and poured the next shots. After your friend had composed yourself you downed the next round. “Okay, now tell me. What is his best quality? And leave no part out!”
You leaned back in your chair, thinking about an answer that would do him justice. His best feature? You thought about his exceptional good looks – driving not only you, but thousands of fans crazy. He had those beautiful, yet intense eyes that could pierce right through you with just one glance. He had that cute nose that you could admire all day. You thought of his very sweet and kissable lips that you loved to hang unto. As you pictured your boyfriend’s face you automatically started recalling his body. The muscles on his back or his well-defined arms turned you on indefinitely. His strong legs or selient abs made you weak, as well as his cute little tushy did.
But was that his best quality? No, far from it. He was a very handsome man on the outside, but even more so on the inside. You admired his intellect, especially his emotional intelligence. He always knew how to take care of you and what to say to soothe your wounds. You admired his hard work and determination – you had never seen someone so ambitious and goal-focused as he was. You thought about his kindness – no matter how hard the day had been or which brutal lies had been spread about him, he always wore a smile on his face and treated the people around him with kindness and compassion.
“Hello? Earth to y/n? Are you still debating on his best quality?” You laughed at your friend. “Hey, it’s hard. He is such a great person. I-”
Suddenly you thought back to a moment in which you were laughing hysterically together about the most profane things, holding your stomachs while gasping for air. What you admired the most about your boyfriend was his humbleness – he never forgot where he came from and he always tried to stay down to earth while being his best self. A proud smile covered your lips again.
“His best quality is that he’s real.”
Your friend re-filled the shot glasses while monitoring the remaining soju. “Alright, I guess I have about 2 questions left, so I better make them count.” You both downed the next shots, which you started to regret immediately as you felt yourself getting dizzy. Your chest got warmer, you tongue got looser and your impulse to overshare grew quickly.
Your friend cleared her throat before posing her next question. “Is he dominant or submissive?” You nearly choked on your own spit after hearing that one. “What? It’s something your best friend should know!”
By now your cheeks were dark red – a mixture of the soju in your blood and the shyness you felt in your body. You were no prude but talking about your sex life made you feel awkward. Especially in a public place like a bar. About your super famous boyfriend that nobody was supposed to know about. You tried dodging the question but your friend was merciless.
“So?”
“Kind of both I guess?”
“I guess? I guess? Who is fucking him? You or me? What do you mean I guess?”
“Oh my god”, you whimpered as you lowered your head and hoped that the floor would swallow you this instant. How were you supposed to answer that?
He was in fact both – most of the times he loved to take on the dominant role. Usually he was the one seducing you, mounting you and having his way with you – which you totally loved. You loved getting on your knees for him, begging him to make you feel good and give you what you wanted. You loved when he was using his strength over you, pressing you into the mattress until not only your legs shook but also the walls around you. You fucking loved it when he was degrading you, being rough with you until it was over and he would pamper you like a princess.
But sometimes it was reverse – sometimes the responsibility of his work took a toll on him and he was happy to be submissive. He enjoyed being indecisive, not balancing the world on his shoulders for once and then he behaved like a brainless puppy that followed your every word. A pussydrunk boy that would burn the world down if you asked him to.
Your friend watched you debate your answer for what felt like eternity until she smirked naughtily. “You’re thinking about him fucking you for like 5 minutes and your face tells me everything, y/n. You don’t have to answer me. Lucky you though!” She stuck her tongue out and erupted in laughter afterwards.
You were eyeing the bottle of soju which was nearly empty. “Thank god”, you mumbled under your breath.
“Oh”, your friend pouted. “The bottle is almost empty. This game is so much fun – why don’t we get a new one after?” She beamed at you in excitement which you shut down immediately.
“If we get a new one, you’re the one answering questions, missy!” She rolled her eyes at you in annoyance.
“Drink up!”
Just one more question. You just had to answer one more question and you would be released from this torture. You did well until now, you had not said his name so far. You grinned at yourself proudly, congratulating yourself for your willpower.
“So, your special secret guy. Has he been in love before you?”
You felt your chest tighten. The alcohol in your blood made it impossible to hide your true feelings, so it was written all over your face. “Shit, wait. Is this a touchy subject?”
It was. In fact, it really was.
You sighed in dismay, taking your time before answering truthfully. “There has been someone before me that he was deeply in love with. His feelings were reciprocated and they shared a very beautiful, yet intense time together. It didn’t work out because there were a lot of obstacles in their way, rendering their love impossible.”
Your friend watched you silently for some time. “Y/N, it’s over between them, right? Why are you so disturbed by this?” You chuckled awkwardly.
“It is over between them, that’s true. And I shouldn’t be jealous or pissed off because of it but I find it very hard not to be. Especially when he sees that ex every day.” Your friend’s eyes widened in shock.
“Every day? Was he dating a staff member or something?” You shook your head.
“No, he was dating one of his members.” Your friend’s jaw hit the floor, leaving her silent for the first time that evening.
“You got to be shitting me. He was in a relationship with one of his members? Holy fuck. I thought those boy on boy ships were made up by crazy fan girls but they actually exist?”
“Of course they exist. Imagine spending years with someone that you like. You go through thick and thin, that person understands what you are going through like no other. It’s only natural to develop feelings in that scenario. Especially with all those sexy dances and touchy photoshoots.” Your friend nodded in agreement.
“Does he know?”
“About my insecurities? No. I try my best to hide them. What’s done is done, right?”
You glanced over at the bottle of soju. “It’s almost empty.“
“Almost”, your friend poured the remaining sip into your shot glass. “This is like half a shot. Do you get to ask me half a question then?” you grimaced.
“Haha, smart ass. Save those comments for your boyfriend. Let me think. We’ve covered your first date and his best qualities and we’ve talked about him in bed and his history with love. Oh! I know.” Your friend looked at you with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. You looked at the shot in your hand for the last time this night and downed it in one go. It actually didn’t taste so bad after four of them.
“Does he love you?”
Did he love you? You grinned the widest grin while thinking about all the ways he made you feel loved every single day. You swore yourself to secrecy in the beginning of the game but after all that soju you couldn’t help yourself. You gestured your friend to come nearer to you.
“Pssst”, you whispered, “Want to know how he loves me?” Your friend nodded while you checked your surroundings like a criminal that was about to confess his sins.
“Okay. He says ‘I love you’ obviously but you know that words are words and actions are what I’m about, right? Listen to this. When I wake up alone I always get a sweet good morning text. He randomly sends me songs that remind him of me. He loves to cook my favorite dinner. He gifts me presents all the fucking time. He calls just to hear my voice. He buys me lingerie only to take it off in 5 seconds. He sends flowers to my house just because I like flowers. He brings me soup when I feel sick. He even kisses me when I have a runny nose. If I complain about something that’s broken in my house he makes sure it gets repaired. He always asks about my family. He always compliments me – on my body and my character. He leaves random notes in my house. He always has the snacks I love most. He tracks my cycle and gets me pads and chocolate when my uterus is out to kill me. He leaves kisses all over my body. He helps me studying Korean and is so patient with me while I’m literally slaughtering his native tongue. He always checks in on me and reassures me when I feel insecure. He teaches me his dances and pretends I’m good at it. He laughs at my jokes – I mean obviously he does because I’m hilarious, but it’s like he laughs extra hard. And when I’m sad or down the drain he makes sure that I laugh a little bit more. He always makes sure that I know how proud he is of me. Even if I have to date him in secret right now I know that he loves me with all of his heart.” You looked at your teary-eyed friend.
A/N: My first The Rose writing. Big thanks to anon for requesting, and especially for requesting my bias!
Playing Coachella was a big deal for The Rose, but what made it an even bigger deal for Woosung was that he had you there with him.
The guys were getting ready and hyping themselves side stage and you were right there with them to offer encouragement.
"I'm kind of nervous," Woosung admitted to you as he bounced up and down to release some of the nervous energy.
"You'll do amazingly, babe, you always do," you assured him.
"Thanks," he smiled back at you. "I don't know whether you watching makes it better or worse."
"Oh, don't worry about that. As soon as you head on stage, I'm going for a wander to see who else is playing," you joked.
Woosung quickly grabbed your wrist, as if he thought you were actually going to leave. "You wouldn't dare."
You took a step closer to him, "Wouldn't I? If me being here makes you nervous, maybe I should."
The words had barely left your lips when you found yourself caught in a short but passionate kiss.
"You won't," he asserted.
"Hm, promise me more of that when the sets done, and I definitely won't."
He shot you that cheeky smile you loved so much before retorting. "Maybe you'll need to stay here to find out."
The moment was broken by Dojoon calling your boyfriend away. You couldn't stop the smile the formed on your face as The Rose readied themselves and headed out on stage. As much fun as it was to tease your somewhat possessive boyfriend, you were so proud of him and band that you would never have missed this performance.
A/N: Something a little different, but since listening to The Rose and Woosung's solo work, I've had this scenario kicking around in my head for a while. Had to get this one out of my system and omg I think this is the longest thing I've ever written on this platform 🥲
Summary: Every year the blood moon rises, potential mates gather with their wolf pack for The Union. A carnal game of cat-and-mouse parlays into the wolves finding and claiming their mate for life, and Woosung already has his heart and claws sunk onto his omega best friend...
Warnings: light violence, blood (biting, scratching), some allusions to sexual harassment, werewolf smut
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It was that time of year again. The air had picked up a particular sharp chill as it blew through the trees of Namhae Pyeonbaek forest, branches bustling and scattering loose raindrops across the thick thrush. The rains had fortunately lifted hours ago, setting the stage for what was sure to be a messy and chaotic night.
The moon hung high over the tree canopies, deep ruby in colour, with beams of sinister red light slicing through breaks in the leaves to provide only small semblances of light, all of which were drowned out by the roaring bonfire in the middle of the forest. What was just a typical spacial phenomenon to the lay eye represented a far more lecherous promise.
Far off from any trails or where humans dared to lurk, the wolf pack had gathered for their annual Union ritual. They were all relatively young, equal parts eager and anxious with a libidinous, insatiable appetite for tonight's activities. While the ritual sounded dastardly and vile at first, at the end of the day it was a massive cat-and-mouse game, a competition for beta wolves to find and capture their perfect life mate.
And Woosung had already his eye on his potential prize.
While the other beta wolves engaged in lively banter and indulged in drinks, he chose a more reserved and introverted approach, leaning against the weathered trunk of a thousand-year-old pine, sipping cautiously from his plastic cup. His intense gaze remained fixed on Iseul, undeterred by her unawareness as she conversed with her friends. Her soft bangs and long, dark locks swayed in harmony with the gentle breeze, occasionally brushing against her exposed skin, causing him to detect a subtle shiver running down her spine due to her lack of a coat. However, Woosung was well aware that Iseul had knowingly embarked on this evening's adventure, and if their plans unfolded as intended, a jacket would be the least of her concerns.
From his earliest memories, Woosung harbored a deep desire for Iseul. Their mothers had been best friends, and they had envisioned their pups sharing the same bond. Time proved them right. Raised side by side, they navigated the challenges of being hybrids in a world often unforgiving to their kind. In the face of adversity, Woosung and Iseul clung to each other, learning to rely on one another. This dependence evolved into a lifelong friendship. It was only when Woosung encountered his first heat cycle that he confronted a truth far more profound: his longing for Iseul extended beyond the boundaries of friendship. She was the one he wanted, fully and without consequence. However he was a little awkward back then, and the idea of confessing his feelings to Iseul was just as daunting as the notion of being scalped for a hat.
But he wasn't a teenager in his first awakening anymore. He had grown up, worked on his self confidence and -- of course -- his body. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about his height, he felt he was finally up to the challenge to pick and claim Iseul.
If she would have him, though. There was indeed the possibility that she would shut him down about as gently as a... well... a wolf.
Many betas pursued mates by resorting to quite vile and degrading methods, but Woosung and his friends weren't about that. They remained steadfast in their conviction, undeterred by the ridicule they sometimes faced from larger betas. For Woosung, the idea of a mate was intrinsically tied to mutual desire and respect. He wanted her to be as willing and eager to be with him as he was with her.
"Woosung? Earth to Woosung!" a pale hand waved in front of his face, breaking him out of his trance and his focus landed on one of his best friends, Dojoon. The happy-go-lucky beta chuckled at his shaggy-haired friend, "Where'd you go? I was talking to you,"
Woosung cocked a brow, "Where did I go? I've been here the whole time," he sassed back.
"You know what I mean," Dojoon rolled his eyes, "You're staring at Iseul again, aren't you?"
"I am not," Woosung replied sharply.
"Oh-ho-ho, yes he is," their other friends, Hajoon and Jaehyeong suddenly appeared at Woosung's other side, "He's been staring at her like Jaehyeong stares at ramyun,"
He glowered at the younger betas, "Aren't you guys supposed to be stalking potential mates instead of me?"
"Don't say it like that," Dojoon grimaced, "It makes us sound like animals,"
Jaehyeong cocked a brow, bumping Hajoon with his elbow, "Who wants to tell him?"
"You know what I mean, smart-ass," Dojoon scolded back, "Why are you even here? I thought you and Ji-Woon were already a thing?"
"We are, technically," the youngest beta shrugged back, "But she wanted to do this so we can make it 'official', or some shit,"
"Aw, adorable," Woosung smirked, "You better hope Muscle-Brain-McGee over there doesn't claim her, first," he nodded in the direction of the betas gathered closer to the fire, where a handful of them surrounded the pack's beloved figure, Yung. Yung was in the midst of shotgunning a beer can, encouraged by the echoing chants of his friends. With a mighty gesture, he tossed the empty can into the grass, then raised his fists triumphantly into the air, proudly displaying his array of bulging muscles through his snug t-shirt, captivating the attention of everyone around.
Hajoon rolled his eyes, "What a show dog," he muttered. Woosung couldn't agree more, the view of Iseul in the warm glow of the fire much more interesting to him, anyhow.
However, he was surprised when he shifted his gaze and discovered that she was already watching him, suppressing a mischievous smile. The shock nearly caused Woosung to fumble with his drink, but he managed to maintain his composure and playfully winked in her direction. Iseul chuckled softly and discreetly waved back in response.
Dojoon chuckled beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "God, you are so obvious,"
"Oh, leave him alone, Dojoon," Jaehyeong scolded.
"And who are you to scold your alpha?"
"Well, for one: he's taller than you," Hajoon decided, "And he's the only one out of us who's actually got a mate,"
"Can't argue there," Woosung snickered.
On the other side of the bonfire, Iseul only swiveled her head when she caught wind of the boisterous revelry. She couldn't help but see Yung and his friends' juvenile behavior, and despite Yung's chiseled physique and k-drama good looks, she found his personality less than appealing. Naturally, she scanned the sea of radiant faces until her eyes locked onto Woosung, who met her gaze just moments later. Her heart skipped a beat when he winked at her, his charming, boyish grin quickly replaced with an expression of distaste as his friends took the piss out of him.
Woosung had been her most trusted confidant, privy to secrets about her that not even her closest girlfriends knew. She had observed his transformation from a slightly awkward, endearingly nerdy teenager into a sharp and agile young beta. He stood out in their pack as one of the few wolves who treasured her intellect, determination, and confidence over her physical attributes. Even during the times when she felt like the least among the female pups, as they underwent their awakenings and developed in ways she hadn't, he never failed to make her feel beautiful. Her fondness for him had gradually evolved into a subtle crush, particularly when she witnessed his prowess during pack hunts. It wasn't just about his physical appeal; she loved him regardless of his shaggy wolf's cut or sharp cheekbones. Not that she'd dare admit it, but he was the only one she ever thought of when she experienced her heat cycles.
If anyone was going to claim her tonight, she secretly hoped it would be Woosung.
"Iseul, stop staring," her friend, Duri, poked her shoulder, "You're being obvious,"
"What?" Iseul whipped around.
"Yeah," her other friend, Chae-Won, nodded, "Don't pay those mutts any mind,"
"I wasn't, believe me," she assured them.
"Good. Here's to hoping they won't pick up our scent," Chae-Won sighed, grimacing at the thought of Yung or one of his friends forcing her down, "I'll castrate one of them if I have to,"
"Ji-Woon's already covered," Duri smirked at their friend, "Jae had her scent pegged loooong ago,"
Ji-Woon gawked at her, scolding her with a whisper, "You didn't tell anybody, right?"
"That you two are already fucking? No, your secret's still safe with us," Iseul chuckled.
"Good," Ji-Woon huffed, "If the alphas were to find out --"
"They'd give you a stern talking to about breaking ritual and that would be it!" Duri assured her.
Chae-Won chuckled with amusement, "I bet I know someone who already has Iseul's scent pegged,"
Ji-Woon grimaced as she turned to Iseul, "Ugh! If that muscle-headed-meatball even comes within a hair of you, I'll tear out his gizzard and feed it to the strays," she growled, talking about Yung
Iseul rolled her eyes, "Chae's talking about Woosung, Teen Wolf,"
"Oh!" Ji-Woon nodded, sneakily stealing a glance at the group of boys behind them. She offered a fleeting smile when her gaze settled on the silhouette of her man engaged in conversation with Woosung. She then briefly assessed the older beta before returning her attention to Iseul, "No, I won't tear his gizz out,"
"How thoughtful of you," Iseul chuckled back.
A prolonged, resonant howl echoed through the air, capturing the attention of all the betas. They turned to face one of their alphas, Yoongi, who stood at the center of the encampment. Yoongi was a robust, unflappable, and sagacious leader, earning the unwavering respect of every beta under his and his brothers' protection. It was an exceedingly rare sight to witness alphas co-leading, given the often intense clashes of egos and struggles for dominance. However, all seven of them brought unique and distinctive qualities that made their pack one of the most formidable in South Korea.
"The Union is about to start! All participating betas are to meet at the edge of the clearing -- asap!" he called.
"At start of project!" his co-alpha, Jimin, called from behind him.
With that the mass of excited (and quite horny) betas migrated to the edge of their makeshift campsite. Duri sighed as she walked arm-in-arm with her friends, gazing longingly at Yoongi and Jimin, "If only alphas were allowed to participate in the Union,"
Iseul cocked a brow at her, "You forget they're the fucking alphas. They don't need to participate in this shit," she pointed out.
"Yeah! If Namjoon points at me and tells me to get on all fours, I'm there without question," Chae-Won nodded.
A familiar voice from behind the girls called out, "C'mon, girls. She's just saying that because she wants the privileges of alpha's mate," Dojoon said.
The girls turned around, smiling appreciably at their friends. Duri spoke up first, "And you don't fantasize about being alpha one day?" asked curiously.
"Of course he does, just not the boring parts," Woosung pointed out, "Diplomacy, security, pack treaties, mange breakouts..." he shuddered at the last one, "Nasty stuff,"
"Says the guy who spent a full two days lounging in a literal mud bath," Iseul teased back.
Woosung smirked back at her, "I didn't hear you complaining, Iseul," he pointed.
"I lost a bet; I wasn't supposed to complain," she replied, "You're lucky I didn't catch ticks,"
"Like I'd let that happen to you,"
Their friends meanwhile exchanged knowing glances between them, the boys tittering amongst themselves as they followed the male betas. Jaehyeong passed Ji-Woo and tossed a saucy wink her way, and the young beta couldn't help but blush and smile with giddy. Duri looped an arm around Ji-Woo's shoulders, tutting at her.
"God, you guys are gross," she commented with a smirk.
Ji-Woo rolled her eyes, peeling Duri's arm off of her as she followed the females, "Oh, go fantasize about Jungkook,"
"If Yung catches you, not even your wet dreams will save you," Chae-Won teased back. Duri flipped her off, she and Chae-Won chased after Ji-Woon meanwhile, knowing Iseul would catch up with them.
The young beta crossed her arms, nervously nibbling on her inner lip as she locked eyes with Woosung. His usually dark eyes were now speckled with gold, radiating beautifully against his illuminated complexion in the warm, flickering glow of the fire.
"So... are you ready?" he asked, praying his own anxiousness didn't show through his exterior.
They started walking together, "Am I ready to get shoved face-first into the dirt while a neanderthal tries to fuck me into his submission? Sure, why not?" she replied.
Woosung chuckled, "Sounds like you don't plan on getting caught tonight," he noted.
"If I can help it," she shrugged back, "You get the better end of the deal, anyhow: you get a say in who you want," her lips fell into a pout and Woosung saw he never saw anything cuter that night.
"Very true," he nodded, "But you never know, maybe you'll be tracked by somebody who would treat you right?"
"And maybe Duri's going to become an alpha's mate?" she chuckled back, "You have to agree though, Woo, this whole blood moon ritual is kind of ridiculous. For the twenty-first-century, anyway,"
"Maybe. But I like to think some of us adopted the twenty-first-century way of thinking," he replied.
"Besides you, I can't think of a single person," she said, "... Well, your friends are alright, too,"
"I'll let them know you said so," Woosung simpered.
They were coming to the starting line, with the girls grouped separately from the boys, all anticipating the howl to begin. Iseul glanced at Woosung, her stomach filled with excitement as the adrenaline surged, and her curiosity reached its peak, "So... out of curiosity... is there anybody here you're hoping to mate with?"
Woosung looked around, hoping he could throw her off his intentions as she shook his head, "I don't know. Obviously someone very obedient, submissive, knows how to cook and clean but fucks like a banshee, obviously," he smirked at her, living for that annoyed expression overtaking her face. She smacked his arm and he simply laughed.
"I know you're only joking, but if any part of you is serious I hope you die old and alone," she huffed.
Woosung's smirk never left as he started for his group, walking backwards to keep her in his line of sight, "In that case, you better hope I don't catch you, Iseul!" he teased.
Iseul tittered under her breath, her confidence flaring as she cocked her chin up, her own dark eyes illuminated with flecks of gold, "... I might not fight if you did," she admitted.
How it was that seven small words could get his heart racing so quickly he had no idea, but Woosung swore his mind blanked out as those seven words echoed in his head. There was a possibility that she was just teasing him, but then he knew when she was kidding around. Something in her tone told him she wasn't this time.
He couldn't help the pep in his step as he turned around, running to find his friends to tell them, "Dojoon!"
The group of female betas were chattering with giddy, some of them dressed skimpier than others, some had slipped notes into the pockets of potential suitors they wanted to tip off. And from the smell, so, so many of them were smack-dab in their heat cycles. Either way, the surrounding atmosphere was thick with lascivious anticipation, and of course there was a little bit of fear involved, too.
Iseul glanced behind her nervously, hoping to spot any trace of Woosung in the sea of faces. She caught him briefly, warming up with his friends for what she'd promised to be a long chase ahead of him. He caught her eye briefly, neither of them paying attention as Jimin reiterated the rules they'd heard time and time again. He winked at her again.
Iseul swore her heart stopped.
"Are you ready, girls?" he announced. The female betas let out a chorus of sharp howls, the sound echoing through the trees and across the horizon. Woosung could distinguish Iseul's pitched tone from miles away, her passionate howl igniting a fire in his core.
"Then... GO!" Jimin's call transformed into a prolonged howl, nearly overwhelmed by the sounds of excitement and squeals as the girls sprinted off into the shadowy depths of the woods. They usually had a minute's head start, but they all knew it wouldn't be long until the boys were upon them.
Iseul tried to keep close to her friends as best as she could, though when she looked over her shoulder again she was dismayed to find she was on her own. Nevertheless, her blood was pumping steadily, her legs burning with adrenaline and her feet thundered across the muddy landscape as she ran as fast and as far as she could. She leapt over bushes and careened around tree groves. Already she could hear howls and screams of the other females echoing through the trees, some twisted with salaciousness and eroticism. The boys were already prowling through the forest, and it wouldn't be long until they came upon her, too.
She slowed down at an old pine, stopping to catch her breath. It felt as though she had been running for hours, when Iseul knew that five or so minutes had only passed. This game wasn't supposed to end until dawn broke over the horizon, or until the males and females had found their mates. Either way, the night ahead of her was long and already the air was thick with the stench of sweat and sex.
Disembodied cries of lust continued to rattle her heightened hearing, intermingled with predatory howls. She could pick out Jaehyeong's pitch in the cacophony, and she had to wonder if he'd already pounced and claimed Ji-Woo, just like she'd always gone on and on about. Iseul shook her head at her friend's fantasies, never the less finding her enthusiasm endearing. Among the racket, Iseul could also pick out Yung's howl; a deep, ground-shuddering sound that reflected his own brutishness. She didn't like how close he sounded.
While she continued to run, Iseul came to the alarming realization that she hadn't heard Woosung's howl, not even once, not even when the boys initially set off. She couldn't help but wonder where he went, debating whether or not it was safe to call out to him, or if she'd gone too far for him to find her. But the latter was ridiculous, she knew he had her scent down to memory, if he wanted her he could find her easily.
That is... if he even wanted her in the first place. Who was to say he even took her previous pass at him so seriously.
The sharp snap of a twig pricked at her ears and Iseul turned hastily on her heel, her fingers curled God willing she needed to unleash her claws. But alas, there was nothing behind her.
Iseul, feeling a mixture of panic and indignation, turned around to find Yung's towering and imposing figure looming over her. His eyes bore a determined look, flecked with fiery gold and oranges, and his intent was clear - he was ready to claim her as his mate by any means necessary.
"Hi Iseul," he greeted, feigning politeness, taking a step forward. She took a step back, her worst nightmare coming true.
"Oh. Hey Yung," she said, doing her best to keep a brave front. The fact was she couldn't lie; she found Yung quite intimidating to be around on normal days. A frat-party-eque sex fest was even worse.
"I found you," he noted, his smile disgustingly lecherous.
"That you did," Iseul took another step back.
"So, you know what that means for us, right?" he asked, taking a step closer.
"That I didn't run far enough," she gaped back, not eager to a chase but she was willing if she needed to.
Yung chuckled darkly, "Oh, don't be that way, Iseul. You know the rules of the Union..." he reiterated, reaching out to stroke back her hair.
Iseul moved her head away, glaring sourly, "Yeah. The rules state you need to catch me, not just find me. That's just lazy," she pointed out.
"Somehow, I think you'll grant me the exception," he noted, "You and I would have beautiful pups together,"
She simpered back, "Not in this lifetime, show dog,"
Yung reached out, attempting to grab her, but with a swift movement, she extended her sharp claws and scratched him across his cheek. Yung yelped in pain and surprise as the sting of her claws met his flesh. It was a warning, a defense against his forceful advances.
Iseul wasted no time. She turned and bolted into the trees again, away from Yung, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Yung, nursing his bleeding face, roared in frustration as she disappeared, picking off her scent and taking off after her.
Sure, he was fast, he was practically the golden boy of the betas, but he wasn't as fast and agile as Iseul was. She knew he'd be hot on her tail and she had to find somewhere to hide, she'd even take the bog if she could find it. She didn't know where she was going, hell she couldn't even concentrate on looking straight ahead. Yung's vile scent was still in her nose and so long as that scent lingered, she knew she wasn't safe.
Rounding a grove of trees, Iseul was ready to hurl herself into the thrush when a pair of arms grabbed her. She screamed, fighting like a caged animal when she heard a familiar, soothing voice.
"Calm down! Calm down, Iseul! It's me! It's Woosung!" her friend held her tight against his chest as he fought to keep his grip on her. Iseul then relaxed, surrendering in his arms as her body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.
"Oh, thank God!" she panted, "I was this close to being mauled," she pinched the air with her pointer finger and thumb.
Woosung took a whiff of the air, "Don't thank the big guy, yet. Yung's still coming,"
As though on cue, the mighty werewolf emerged from behind the tree trunks, taking both of them off guard. He snarled viciously at Woosung, his own claws bearing from his fingertips.
"Let go of my mate," he growled.
Woosung shook his head, "Yung, c'mon -- we can talk about this. You know, like -- civilized men?"
Yung chuckled with pity, "We're not men, Woosung. We're barely human. And you have what belongs to me. I want it back,"
Iseul snarled back, "Oh, fuck you! Calling me an it!?" if she was stronger then Woosung she would've lunged for the beta, but Woosung held her fast against him. She could feel his heart thundering through her back.
It was then that Woosung had an idea, the only way he knew he could get Yung off of Iseul's back. Though, Iseul may not forgive him for it.
"She's not yours though, Yung," he pointed out, "I can smell her, you didn't claim her,"
Yung scoffed, "We were about to get there,"
"Not even in your dreams," Iseul spat back.
"But that means," Woosung continued, "That if you didn't claim her, then she's still fair game," he gave the bigger beta a cocky smirk. Yung's expression went from sheer anger to panic. He knew what Woosung was thinking.
"Don't do it," he warned him, "Don't you even think about it,"
Iseul caught on. If she wasn't so frightened, she may have been a little excited at what he was proposing. Woosung's breath cascaded down her ear, his vice-like grip on her loosening as he brushed his nose across the swoop of her neck. She smelled so fucking good. Iseul shuddered.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. Before Iseul had the chance to even ask, she felt his sharp teeth puncture the skin where her shoulder met her neck.
Her scream echoed across the forest.
As quickly as he latched on, Woosung released his bite. But the damage was done; her heat had overwhelmed her the moment he'd broken her skin. A sharp, pleasurable sensation coursed from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her heat had never felt so visceral before, consuming her to the point she fought to catch her breath. She could feel her blood trickling down her chest, and even more vividly, she could smell her own blood within Woosung's mouth.
Yung's spirit deflated, his claws retracting, and the once-ferocious gleam faded from his eyes. He understood the futility of his situation; that fighting back now would lead the alphas to exile him from the pack, not that it would make a difference if he did.
Iseul belonged to Woosung, now.
With a scathing snarl, Yung spat at the dirt, backing away slowly, "Fine. She's all yours. You enjoy," he turned on his heel and disappeared in the dark.
Both Woosung and Iseul sighed with relief. Woosung wiped his chin with his hand, guilt shuddering through him at the sight of her blood staining his hand. Guilt... but also a twinge of desire.
"He's gone now," he let her out of his arms. Iseul took two steps before she collapsed against a tree trunk, her legs as wobbly as jello and her skin felt as though it was caging an inferno. Woosung dashed to grab her before she could hit the ground, "Woah! You okay?"
She nodded, she let him set her down gently on the ground. Her breathing settled, as did the adrenaline coursing in her blood. Iseul was dirty, exhausted, but when she looked up at Woosung, sleep was the last thing she had on her mind.
"I'm fine," she huffed, averting her gaze to the clumps of grass and weeds before her, "That was -- oh my God!"
"I'm so sorry, Iseul. I didn't know what else to do," he crouched before her, laying a comforting hand on her knee. She was hot to the touch, every inch of her felt as though it was burning. Though she wasn't in pain.
Iseul cracked a smile and she placed her hand over his, "It's okay. Really, I'm okay," she assured him, "My dry-cleaning might have some questions about this, though," she pointed to the blood seeping into her t-shirt. Woosung simpered quietly, jokes were certainly a good sign.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his concern still sprawled across his expression.
She shrugged listlessly, "Not so much, anymore. I'd rather it was you than... you know," she sighed, "... Um... does this mean that...?"
"I think so," Woosung admitted, "We're mates, now,"
He expected Iseul to unleash a barrage of curses, to scold him for his reckless behaviour, but her hand on his remained steady. Her head fell back against the tree trunk, her eyes shimmering with flecks of gold, more radiant than Woosung had ever witnessed. She was utterly captivating, and the scent of her blood only intensified his smoldering desire.
What a dichotomy, he thought.
If Iseul wasn't so exhausted in that moment, she may have let her baser instincts win. She may have begged Woosung to take her hard and fast against this tree, to make her scream for him again and again. But Woosung wasn't just any werewolf, he was her friend first and foremost. And he already seemed so spooked from before.
"Well... do you wanna sit with your new mate until she regains the ability to walk again?" she asked, suppressing a chuckle.
Woosung's smile was genuine now, his tense shoulders relaxed as he gladly obliged her. He took his place beside her, careful of the bite as he looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. She smelled so tantalizing, his desire for her continuing to bubble in his gut and he prayed she didn't notice how he adjusted himself.
Iseul cuddled up into him, his familiar musk so comforting and the skin of his arms a cool contrast to hers. She didn't bother to suppress her smile when he laid a kiss on her temple, she felt as safe as she possibly could out here, under the blooming moon.
Indistinctive howls and moans continued to echo through the night, haunting Woosung and Iseul like harping banshees as they walked through the forest. While they couldn't see anybody, they knew better. There were couples thrusted into bushes, cloistered in the trees, copulating in the shadows and all around them.
The fire had definitely gone out by now, but the smell of burnt wood and kindling was as sharp as ever as it drew the pair back to their camp.
Any sting from Woosung's bite had subsided by now, but Iseul's state of desire remained the same. Nevertheless, she walked hand-in-hand with Woosung, silently processing what had just happened. Woosung really claimed her, after years and years of debating whether or not she should make the first move, praying that one day he'd come up to her and ask her himself, he'd really done it. Sure, it wasn't as romantic as she originally imagined, but the intent remained the same.
"So..." she sighed, "Are you gonna' rush and tell Dojoon and them what happened?" she asked, a mocking smile on her lips.
Woosung cocked a brow, glancing down at her curiously, "They might ask why I smell like your blood, so..." he chuckled, "But I'm not gonna -- I won't run and gossip with them, if that's what you mean,"
"That might be a tough one to play off," she simpered, "Did you follow me?"
"Hm?"
"Did you follow me -- back there? Or, did you just happen upon me like some sort of white knight?" she asked.
Woosung grinned sheepishly and his gaze averted to the ground, "I may or may not have been following your scent. It's easy to pick you out by now," he said.
Iseul smiled back, "Lucky you had," she replied, "Although it did kind of hinder your chance,"
"How do you mean?" Woosung asked, picking off the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
She shrugged bashfully, "Well -- you didn't really get a chance to catch your mate properly. You know... after a ten minute chase, it's supposed to be filled with anticipation and sexual tension until you finally take her under a tree or something,"
Woosung cocked a brow, a sly smirk curling at his lips as he stopped in his tracks. Iseul stopped a couple steps after him, her gaze profoundly captivating.
"Is that what you want, Iseul?" he asked, taking a step closer. She wasn't intimidated as she had been with Yung, though she couldn't help the apprehensive pinching swirling in her gut as he looked at her that way. Something within him suddenly changed, shifting from the familiar, carefree Woosung to a more primal and instinctual version of himself.
She liked it a lot.
"... Maybe I do," she replied truthfully, "What would you say if I told you that... I only ever wanted you to be my mate?" she took a step closer as well.
Woosung though he was dreaming, he must've been. But the prickling breeze and the howls wailing over his head assured him over otherwise.
His excitement began to grow again, he cursed at himself for wearing fitted jeans because he knew that Iseul would be able to pick out the tent in his pants if she looked.
"I would say that I've longed to hear you say that for nearly my entire life," he admitted, bringing his chilled hand up to her cheek. Her skin wasn't as hot as before but she still felt so warm, the blood on her neck still tacky as his fingers fluttered down to her collarbone.
"How about I give you a five minute head start?" he offered.
Iseul gulped at his words, suddenly feeling her blood rushing to her cheeks. She was elated when the flecks of yellow and gold reappeared in his irises. She bit at her inner lip, a newly renowned adrenaline bubbling in her gut.
"A whole five minutes?" she queried, "Are we feeling confident?" she brought her hand to his chest, fingers flexing against the indent of his pectorals.
"Very," he leaned in, approaching her lips with his own. Iseul's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, waiting imminently to be lured into his trap before he whispered into her ear, "Your time starts now,"
Like a shot, Iseul pivoted on her heel and swiftly disappeared into the woods once again, a surge of renewed vitality propelling her as she ran. Woosung never truly appreciated the expression "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," more than he had in that moment, her slim physique but a flashing memory before his eyes though nevertheless her smell was still thick in his nose.
Iseul wasn't sure where she was going, much like previously she was itching to get as far away as fast as she could. Only difference here was she found herself laughing as she ran, coursing with giddy. She knew Woosung was a formidable hunter, he'd be on her in no time. Nevertheless, the chase this time was a little more more tantalizing than the last. She leapt over thrushes and ducked around trees, running until her legs burned and her chest began to tighten. She was excited, but it didn't mean that she was going to make this easy for him.
She finally stopped when she came to a clearing, dimly lit from the reddened tinge of the moon. The cacophony in the air had diminished, with many of her fellow betas either having found their own partners or chosen to remain hidden. Meanwhile, she was certain that numerous males had surrendered and retreated back. It was probably somewhere after midnight now, maybe closer to one in the morning? So much had already happened in such little time and yet Iseul still had so much energy to burn, anticipation prickling at her spine as she cased the area. There was no sound, not even a smell.
Iseul became nervous after ten minutes of waiting, wandering around the trees or stopping to stare up at the moon. She waited for the first whiff, the first crack of a twig or squelch of mud, giving her ample time to take off should she need to. If she even wanted to.
Her head whipped around when she heard a snapping in the distance, her apprehension elevated as she began to back out of the moonlight.
And then she smelled him. He was here.
She froze suddenly when her back made contact with something unexpected — not a tree trunk, but a chest. Almost immediately his scent overwhelmed her, the tip of his cold nose brushing softly across the unscathed side of her neck, her warm breath eliciting goosebumps over her skin. All thoughts of running vanished in a snap, her baser instinct taking over as his arms wrapped around her slim figure.
"Does it count now?" he tittered into her ear, his tone low and laced with a darker promise.
"Yes. Now it counts," she muttered, her voice just brushing above a whisper, "You took your time,"
"I wanted you to feel like you were winning," he teased, turning her so they came nose-to-nose. His face was infinitely closer now, maybe because her fingers were pressed against his nape, subtly pulling him lower. It didn’t take amazing eyesight to notice the tent growing in his pants. At this point her juices were trickling into her pants.
“I think I did win,” she looked at his lips. She loved the deep dimples in his cheeks; she had wanted to kiss them since she first noted them.
“We both did,”
She nodded, her fingers sliding under the edge of his t-shirt.
He shivered as he laid his lips against hers, simply pressing them there, pushing them gently against her own before disclosing them slightly with a barely-there lick. He moved back an inch to look at her, make sure she was alright.
Iseul's eyes were closed, her cheeks soft and warm under his palms, her lips inviting and thicker now that blood was rushing to them. Just as Woosung realized he wanted to stare at her some more, her eyelids lifted gently. Looking at his lips, she stretched forward, laying a peck on his dimpled smile before breathing out and sucking his lower lip into her mouth.
His growl was inhuman once he felt the warmth of her mouth on his tender skin. His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her closer while his other palm landed against the small of her back, her legs open so he could slot his hips between them, his pelvis meeting hers eagerly.
“Dammit. You’re beautiful,” he moaned, his mouth tracing her jaw. His mind raced at the thought all the sinful things he could do to his little eager mate.
She nodded and stretched her neck for him, offering him her throat. He bit instantly -- without breaking the skin this time, not even giving her time to think about it, causing her to moan and press her crotch against anything that could dull the edge of pleasure.
His hands went from her waist to the backs of her thighs, squeezing firmly, "Jump,"
"What?"
"Jump!" Iseul barely had her feet off the ground before his large hands held her fast against him, her legs wrapping around his torso. Then his knees were in the ground, using his core strength to lay her down under the tree canopy. He hissed when his muscles released.
“Did that hurt?” she asked, ready to fuss over him.
He shook his head curtly, “Listen, I don’t care about how far we go, okay? We can take this as slow as you want, we don't even --”
“Let’s play it by ear, mh?” she cooed, cupping his cheek as he kneeled over her.
He nuzzled his cheek against her palm, “Let’s do that," and he went in for another kiss.
She was teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, making him frown as he tried to chase after her, “You've always been like a kid chasing for a treat, haven't you?”
“Just kiss me, you tease!” Woosung chuckled as he grabbed her face, pushing his open mouth against hers, his tongue making its way between her teeth, against her palate, caressing hers lewdly, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.
Iseul's hips grounded against his naturally, his palms lowering to grab her ass and lead you through the motion.
His own hips shyly pushing into hers caused her blood to boil, her skin flushed as her body temperature skyrocketed, “Keep moving on me,” he huffed out, his right hand leaving her hip to tease the hem of her shirt, “Can I?” he asked, waiting at the threshold of the naked skin below.
“I can take it off if you’d like,” she whispered, kissing the side of his neck.
“God, yes,”
The shirt was gone in a second, leaving her flushed chest clad only in her bra.
His focus went to her breasts immediately, “Oh.”
Iseul smirked and laid her hand on his, leading it to her left mound, making his fingers grab onto it, “You can squeeze it,”
He nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in the soft material. She was glad her bra was a thin cotton piece; she could feel him closer, harder, better.
Woosung watched her expression as he started massaging the flesh, gripping it energetically and pulling whimpers from her lips. He stopped immediately, “Too hard?”
She shook her head and giggled, “No, it's perfect. It’s perfect when it hurts just a little— Just like that, uh…” her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered, “Just fine, Woosung. Damn perfect,”
He grinned, rutting his hips harder against her, “You like when it hurts?”
She hummed, too busy finding the perfect angle to meet his thrusts. “Kinda,”
Experimenting, he felt for her nipple pushing against the fabric before pinching it between thumb and forefinger, making her whimper even more. Her jaw fell slack before her back arched, her hand coming over her lips, a weak purr leaving her throat.
“Harder?” he asked, his free hand helping her grind against his thigh, gripping her asscheek, squeezing it, “Do you need it to hurt more? Better?”
She was far too gone to actually formulate sentences, no matter how small. The feel of his cock hardening, lengthening against her core was far too intense. She could feel it twitch and stretch, pressed against the zipper.
“Iseul,” he called for her attention.
She gave a small moan that meant both pleasure and acquiescence.
Deliberately, attentively, he pushed the cup of her bra down, studying the tender, thin skin of her breast while his lips pressed into her neck, leaving trails of kisses as he caressed her breasts, her hips, everywhere he could reach. He lolled his tongue out and managed to lick her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.
“Fuuuck, Woo, please, God… Just fuck me. I wanna cum. I— please. Make me feel good, Woo,”
He liked hearing her beg for him, he liked it way more than he ever thought he would. Somehow her pleas hit so much deeper within him. Maybe it was because she always looked so independent and self-sufficient, that feeling needed by her turned him on so wildly and inexplicably.
He nudged her left nipple with his lips, teasing it softly before sucking it into his mouth. The moan she emitted made his hips jut forward, a low grunt echoing in the air as he reckoned he needed to take his jeans off, still, having her warm torso against his was too much of a revelation for him to part from her hot skin.
Her hands buried into his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before suckling on it lightly. Her body grew heavier at every movement trying to keep herself focused while his lips slid down her stomach to her aching core.
The wolf knew once he got this close to her beautiful heat there would be going back. Every day the taste of her would end up lingering on his tongue until he got to taste it again. This girl did things to him he could never explain to even her let alone anyone in the pack. Woosung was swift as he popped the buttons on her jeans, shoving her pants impatiently until he had her fully, vulnerable to him. His tongue moved up from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how her whole body jerked at the new found pleasure.
Iseul felt how his tongue licked at one particular spot that jolted a surge up her pine, her body jerking. In seconds, she felt his lips wrap around the small nub, coaxing light moans to slip out of her while her fingers still tangled in his hair, “Woosung…”
His moan rattled vibrations against her core. With a slight pop, Woosung broke from his light snacking and bit into her thighs, a little treat just for him.
The smaller wolf giggled affectionately, caressing his head before he crawled over her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Woosung strip himself of his clothes until they were both now bare. Her lust blown, golden eyes stared down at his twitching, hard member before licking her lips.
“Spread your legs,” he only had to tap her knee gently for her to move her legs apart more than enough for him to sneak in between. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rubbed the reddened tip against her clit making, elated as her head fell back, “You want it, baby?”
Iseul nodded frantically.
“I can’t hear you," his tip poked at her slit. The little game tortured him as much it did her, but he wanted to hear her beg again.
“Yes, I want it...” she jerked her hips against his movements, gasping when the tip of his cock entered her slightly, “I want it so bad,"
She always knew how to touch that extra nerve in his body every all the time. It was almost magical how Iseul had so much control over him by being so perfectly submissive. Woosung pushed his cock into her snug little hole with soaked ease, her cunt flowing, making it all the more harder not to just pound her into oblivion. His hips moved slow, letting the sounds of watery sloshing ring in his ears. Arms pressed down the sides of her body, caging over his mate as he relished in her warm walls.
Iseul held onto his forearm as she watched her pussy getting stretched by his cock. The amount of times she dreamed of this happening was a little embarrassing. Now that it was happening, she had him snug inside of her felt so invigorating, she could giggle in glee.
Their foreheads pressed together softly as Woosung whispered, “Is this good?”
She nodded, gasping and moaning. “Yeah…”
The one word was all that needed to be uttered for him to quicken his pace a little, skin slapping against skin ever so slightly. Woosung shifted down to his elbows now as he caressed her cheek, nosing at the base of her neck near her previous bite. His tongue drifted over the dried blood.
“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, “I wanna' mark you again. Can I?”
“Please, Woo,” she begged, wrapping her arms around him,“Do it”
“Good girl,” He cooed.
When he opened his mouth and bit down — her voice echoed in a heavy cry, laced in pure lust and ecstasy. Woosung groaned, his knot sensitive as she clenched and pulsed around him. Her blood was sweet in his mouth as he broke the skin, pulling his canines out before licking over the wound to seal the punctures.
She now had matching marks, teeth punctures on either side of her neck.
And she fucking loved it.
“You're mine. You're all fucking mine,” he whispered breathlessly, still thrusting into her steadily.
“I'm yours,” she cupped his cheek, struggling to keep her gaze as the pleasure tickled her every nerve. “I always have been...”
Lips pressed against hers, tongue exploring everything he knew was willingly submitted to him tonight. Once the kiss broke the softness melted along with it as the beta pounded into her cunt. Arms back up, muscles popping out furiously before hooking one of her legs around his waist.
Her moaning became an uneven pattern melting into the sounds of their wet skin grinding and slapping against each other. As soon as Woosung leaned in closer, Iseul muffled a few of her whimpers into a heated kiss while her hand moved down to find that little nub, rubbing it to match with his thrusts. The tight ball in her lower belly exploded before she could even expect it, her legs trembling and a flurry of moans passing her lips.
Woosung felt her walls clench around him, already feeling the pressure around his cock push him closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew a little more brutal, pawing at her hips and hammering into her while she gave him that beautiful, innocent smile to reassure him it was okay to keep going despite her sensitivity.
“Cum inside me…” she whimpered, her body literally shook with the force of his thrusts.
Her adorable whisper was all it took for the wolf to finally come undone, filling his mate up with his seed in sloppy and rough thrusts. Only until the last drop did he pull out slowly watching a little bit of his release dripping out of her.
“... That's it,” Iseul giggled, brushing his shaggy hair out from his eyes, "We're stuck together,"
Woosung's boyish grinned returned, his nose poking into the crook of her shoulder again as he collapsed on top of her. His scalding body was a surreal contrast to the cold, wet ground beneath her. All traces of the dominant wolf had vanished from his eyes, irises still flecked with gold as they adored her.
"You're mine," he cooed, laying a kiss over her pulse point, "You're so much more than just my mate, Iseul,"
"So are you," she awed, "I'm curious, though..."
"What about?" he asked.
She didn't want to ruin the mood they had, but she had to know, "... If we didn't mate tonight, would you have picked somebody else?"
Woosung gulped, not knowing how to tell her that he had eyes on her for the longest time, to the point that he rarely noticed the appearances of the other female betas. While he acknowledged their attractiveness, he also realized that many people were indeed "pretty." Nobody even came close to Iseul's beauty, “Probably not. None of them would taste as good as you,”
Iseul giggled, swatted at his bicep, “You didn't know what I tasted like until now.”
“No, but you smelled really fucking good,” he smiled, nudging her cheek with his nose, “I thought I lost you earlier… just for a second,”
Her head shook with dismay, "No one's gonna' mess with us, now. I’m yours now, remember?” she lay a small kiss on his chest.
Woosung caressed her cheek, not being able to help mimicking a little smile of his own, “You’re mine,"
