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Jul 23

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫

── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ wooyoung x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 smut, enemies to lovers, neighbors au, slow burn, fluff, romantic comedy, mutual pining, sexual tension, forced proximity, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, handjob, aftercare, wooyoung and reader are both college aged students ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ let’s pretend to hate each other in the morning <3 ── word count: ⁶ᵏ 🎸 “Still don’t hate you…you’re just not what I pictured.”

A/N: I don’t know how this happened, but I listened to swim by bts on repeat while writing this entire fic. If you can somehow hear that song in the vibe of this story, now you know why. this was so fun to write, I may write part two if someone wants to request it cause I kind of have ideas. btw, so far, this is my longest fic I’ve written for this blog 🎉 so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!

“Fuck!”

You threw your bag down on the ground in frustration, sinking to your knees before pulling out every last item.

Your keys were not in there.

You lent your garage opener to your cousin.

“Oh my god, this can’t be happening!”

For a moment, you refused to believe it, frantically searching for keys you knew weren’t there.

“What are you screaming for?” A familiar voice asked from behind you.

The last voice you wanted to hear in this stressful predicament.

Turning your head, you found him standing there.

Jung Wooyoung, your irritating neighbor.

His mere presence made your skin crawl. The last thing you needed was his cocky attitude pissing you off more or his rude, mocking remarks about the situation when you already felt dumb and embarrassed.

You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m locked out.”

“Okay, drama queen. Call your aunt or your cousin. Relax.”

“Thanks for the tip.” You replied sarcastically.

Asshole.

You collected your belongings off the ground and put them back in your purse before sitting on the porch steps. Wooyoung stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at you. It was off-putting and gave you too much time to study him.

His sparkling green navel piercing, his toned abdomen beneath that tight baby tee hugging his muscles—

No!

You focused on your phone instead, quickly texting a friend about possibly coming over. Anything to free you from whatever this was.

Why was he even still here?

“Is there something I can help you with?”

He flinched, as if the anger in your voice had surprised him. His stunned expression morphed into an arrogant grin, shrugging his lean shoulders nonchalantly. God, he was annoying.

“Didn’t know it was a crime to stand somewhere, princess.”

“You can stop with the little nicknames now.”

“You get in touch with your people?” He said impatiently, like you had begged him to come check in with you and wait.

Checking your notifications, you read the incoming message from your friend who said she was with her boyfriend and his family at his house. Your plan was foiled. There wasn’t anyone else you could text.

Disappointed, you clicked your phone closed.

“My cousin went out of town. My aunt is at work.”

“Wow. You really managed to lock yourself out with no escape route. That’s almost impressive.” There’s that tone again.

No help. No advice. Just disparaging comments. Disgusting.

If you could push him over, you would…but that wasn’t you.

“Anything else you’d like to say? Please say no.”

“That would still be saying something, tsk tsk tsk.” Wooyoung chuckled under his breath, that really big smile painted on his face. His dimples carved into his high cheekbones, and your heart skipped a beat.

Fuck. You had to stop looking at him.

Silence settled between you, the tension hanging heavy in the air. The weight of his attention prickled across your skin as you did your best not to glance his way. You started thinking of ways to tell him to fuck off politely.

“So what’s the plan?”

“I’m sitting here.”

“For how long?”

“Until my aunt gets home.”

“What time?”

“Late.”

Wooyoung paused. His eyes flickered from the porch to your car, then back to you.

Even keeping your responses vague and short, he kept prying. What was his problem? He didn’t like you, you didn’t like him so what’s with the fifty questions. If you couldn’t shoo him away gently, maybe putting in your AirPods would do the trick.

“…You’re serious.”

“Yes, and I’d like to do it quietly if you don’t mind.” You showed him one of the airpods and placed it in your ear.

“Jesus, just come to my place.”

You blinked, your heart pounding in your ears. What reality were you living in?

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not gonna spend my evening watching you sit out here for hours looking pitiful,” He shook his head as though trying to shake the thought away. His blonde and blue hair shimmered in the sunlight, “…and if my older brother comes home and sees you, he’ll kick my ass.”

“Yay, can I watch?”

“Not funny.”

“I’d rather sit here.”

“No, you’d rather be stubborn.”

“They’re the same thing.”

“They’re really not.” Wooyoung scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, a little bit of the tattoo inside his forearm showing. “You really want to sit out here with no bathroom, no water?”

You were genuinely shocked. Was he actually concerned for your well being?

Nonetheless, he was right.

It would get dark, you have no bathroom or water. You could sit in your car with the doors locked, but that still didn’t solve the piss or dehydration problem. The more you thought about it, you really saw no other option.

Goddamn it.

“Ugh, fine,” you stood to your feet in a huff, dusting off the back of your skirt before pointing a finger at him, “but if you think this means we’re friends—”

“Trust me, princess, that’s not what I’m worried about.”

Trailing behind him, he led you through the grass and past the fence. Wooyoung opened the side door to the house which confused you.

“Why aren’t we going through the front?” You whispered, being overly skeptical and a powerful laugh escaped his throat, booming in your eardrums.

“No one is home, you don’t have to whisper.” He closed the door and began walking down the wooden steps next to it, “My room is down here, not gonna walk through the whole house.”

He said it like it should be obvious to you and you regretted agreeing to this right then. You continued following him into the basement, fear crept through you as the darkness swallowed the staircase, until the last visible step disappeared under your feet.

“Wait here. This is difficult terrain in the pitch black.” Wooyoung warned in an exaggerated wildlife-documentary voice, and your teeth caught your lower lip as you held back a chuckle.

He wasn’t funny—least of all charming.

Then, he strutted into the darkness. You squinted, trying to see at least his silhouette but all you could hear was his feet shuffling somewhere ahead and you refused to move from the spot where he left you.

It was already strange enough you even went along with coming into his house, let alone going where you shouldn’t.

The sound of a drawstring being pulled echoed through the room, followed by a click. Suddenly, there was light. Your pupils widened, grateful you hadn’t taken another step. Only then did you notice the second staircase leading the rest of the way down.

Wooyoung stood there at the bottom step, waving at you to come down. As you rounded the corner, he turned on more lights and his “room” was actually its own separate apartment attached to the house.

The two of you walked between the kitchen and dining table before entering the den. A large blue L-shaped couch was on your right, with a large plasma TV across from it on the opposite side of the coffee table. To the left there was a ping pong table with a door behind it.

“That’s a bathroom but the toilet’s broken so you’ll have to use the one in my room, down the hall there.” Wooyoung pointed down the narrow corridor past the table.

He padded around the couch and clicked the television on, surfing channels until he landed on baseball.

“You can come sit down, ya know?” He giggled to himself, amused by your demeanor, as he stood there mindlessly typing on his phone.

Ignoring his tone, you stormed the path he went earlier and sat down aggressively on the sofa. Soon after you whipped your phone out, scrolling on Twitter while paying him no mind, hoping the hours would fly by as fast as possible.

“Did you want water?” He had moved in front of you and it startled you to look up, watching him loom over you.

“Uh, yeah sure.”

Wooyoung stayed rooted where he was, thumb lazily scrolling across his phone, though you had the distinct feeling his attention wasn’t entirely on the screen. You couldn’t concentrate on your phone with his musk and cologne wafting into your nostrils. His red jeans hugged tight to his waist. You could easily make out the deep V-line of his hips above his belt.

He eventually went to the kitchen, allowing you to breathe and shake away this light headed feeling. You were uneasy, pretending to stare at your phone, but you kept finding yourself drawn back to him.

Okay, maybe he was attractive, but his personality left much to be desired. You needed to remember that.

You turned your head to the television as he waltzed back over, handing you a red plastic cup.

“Filtered water for the princess. Don’t worry I didn’t poison it.”

You groaned, snatching the cup from him. “Thanks.”

“Gonna make myself a BLT sandwich in a bit. If you want one, you better speak up while I’m making it.”

Asshole. See? Nothing different. Same Wooyoung.

He sat down on the couch in the corner, noticeably not that far from you. If he stretched his leg, his foot could touch yours. There was plenty of room for him to sit farther away and yet he didn’t. You tried not to obsess about it, maybe that’s just his favorite spot.

The hushed commercials played in the background as you read some pages for the book on your phone you got into recently about a vampire princess and a member of her nightguard. It was sensual and dangerous, a combination you came to adore.

When your eyes drifted to Wooyoung as you took a sip of water, he wasn’t even paying any mind to the baseball game. He had a pair of silver headphones over his head, staring at his phone. It was then he glanced your way, and you instantly buried yourself back in your book.

Has he been doing that this whole time? Eyeing you when your head was turned? What’s his deal? You took another anxious sip of water.

As you set the cup on the coffee table, you glanced over and caught him flicking his gaze from you back to his phone. This was weird. He looked different today. Softer somehow, the glow from his phone caught the sharp lines of his face and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“I have to pee.” You blurted out, standing straight up before you sped off down the hallway.

When you got to his room, it was so…neat. More organized than you expected. He had a cascade of band posters plastered on the far wall in a circle of sorts. A black and red guitar sat in the corner next to some amps and a weight bench. Some clothes were folded on the bottom of his comforter and there were novels stacked on his bedside table. He liked to read?

The bathroom was spotless, pearly white and squeaky clean. Wow, his space was the total opposite of how you anticipated. This was bad. He’s being somewhat of a gentleman, he took pride in his hygiene and living area. It was all a shock.

Who knew your grungy, obnoxious prick of a neighbor wasn’t who you made him out to be…

After you peed and washed your hands, you left the bathroom and went back into the den. This time you noticed the bass and drum set on the far side of the room. Wooyoung still sat in the same spot.

“Are you in a band?”

He jolted at your voice, apparently forgetting you were there.

“Huh?” He slid his headphones down around his neck.

“A band? You’re in one?” You repeated, pointing to the instruments.

“Oh, yeah. Me and two of my friends, we started a little while ago.” He shifted as you sat back down in your original spot. “Hey, you wanna hear one of our songs?”

It was the first time you’d seen him so enthusiastic about something. It was kind of…cute.

“Sure, of course.”

“It’s only the instrumental. We’ve got lyrics for the chorus but not the full song yet.” Wooyoung muted the TV and played an audio aloud from his phone. “Do you even like rock music?”

“Do I look like I only listen to classical and bubble pop?”

“You color-code your life.”

“Shut up.” The corners of your mouth curled up a little.

As the clash of guitar and drum mixed into a melodic sound, a voice singing like an angel came over the chorus. Your ears perked at the heavenly high pitched tone that sang these emotional lyrics;

Water kisses broken stone,

Carving pieces into home.

You shine bright,

Molten sunlight,

How do I outrun the tide

That carries me to you?

“Who’s that singing?”

“Me,” He said proudly, “we ended up meeting this producer one day at a club event and he gave us a session to record at his studio. It was epic.”

This was insane. You’d always heard this loud guitar playing through the walls from his house and always perceived it as noise, but hearing it woven into a full song and his beautiful singing voice, you realized your assumptions were wrong.

The music slowed before fading into silence. Wooyoung locked eyes with you, his brows lifting expectantly. Neither of you spoke.

“Well?”

“It was…” you paused, “…pretty good.”

“That’s it? Pretty good?”

“What? It was nice.”

“Nice? Oh my god,” he leaned back, rolling his eyes in irritation, “you hate me that much? Can’t even give a guy a compliment?”

“I don’t…hate you.”

“Oh, really?” He bounced across the cushions closer to your side, sitting practically on top of you and touching your knee to his. “How ‘bout now?”

What the fuck was he doing? Why was he doing it? You pressed your thighs together, clutching at your phone and not facing him even though his gaze was stuck on you.

“Still don’t hate you…you’re just not what I pictured.”

“That’s gotta sting a little.”

“I mean…not exactly,” you finally turned your head, “and why do you care what I think anyway? We’re not friends…”

“That’s true…”

It was like word vomit coming up your throat, his magnetic stare peeling back the last of your defenses.

“I loved the song…and your voice was…really beautiful.” Your shoulders squished against his, the temperature growing warmer by the second.

“Thanks.” It felt like the two of you were struggling to talk, like the tension was blocking your vocal cords.

“Don’t you…hate me?” You questioned hesitantly.

“Not in the slightest,” he revealed softly, “I mean, you’re a bit hard to swallow at times, but I like that.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his back handed compliment and he joined in, casually resting his hand on your thigh as you laughed together. A few hours ago you would've been thoroughly repulsed by his touch and slapped his hand away, but now…

Shit, what is happening? Were you into Wooyoung? It all felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. When you looked at him again, Wooyoung wore that big, stupid smile.

“What?”

“If you want to kiss me, you can.”

“Ugh, as if!”

“Stop playing around, princess. I see you looking at me.”

“Oh, the same way you’ve been looking at me?”

He held your gaze for a beat.

“I’m not denying it. Anyone with eyes can see how hot you are.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m serious.”

He definitely was. Every inch of his expression told you so, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make the first move and kiss him. The knots in your stomach tightened as your lips parted.

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

Wooyoung wasted no time grabbing your face and pulling your lips to his, and it felt electrifying. Your lips moved against his before his tongue slipped past them, rolling gently against yours as he savored the taste of you. Fuck, this was too good.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the sensation ran through you, making your toes curl. When he broke the kiss, your fingers clawed at the front of his shirt as if you were making sure he didn’t move too far away.

“You liked that?”

Even with your eyes partly closed, you could hear the smirk on his face from his tone. Still dizzy, you let out a half laugh.

“Shut up.”

“Want me to do that again?”

You quickly nodded, a bit too eagerly. He placed a finger under your chin, raising your head before he kissed you again. It was a lot slower as he gradually deepened the kiss. His hands traveled to your waist and your body shuddered. Your tongues swirled together and you loved how puffy and soft his lips were, urging you to suck on the lower one.

A sharp groan escaped from his chest as he kissed you harder. It was as though everything you’d both held back had finally rushed to the surface—impatient and hungry.

Somehow you ended up straddling him without your lips ever breaking from his. His hands were all over you—thighs, back, hips, delicately caressing every inch. He was such a good kisser, you had to have been making out some time now.

Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. When you accidentally tugged a little too hard, a whimpering moan slipped from Wooyoung’s throat into your mouth. It only made the kiss more needy and desperate, as if you could only get oxygen from each other.

This was crazier beyond belief.

Here you were, kissing the boy next door. The one you craved to get away from and now you couldn’t get enough of him.

Mid-kiss, a realization came over you. Wooyoung doesn’t live alone and his brother would probably make an appearance when you least expected. You broke the kiss and confusion wrinkled his face.

“What time is your brother getting home?”

“Huh? I don’t know.” He muttered, attempting to latch his lips back to yours but you pressed a hand against his chest to hold him back.

“Seriously, Wooyoung. What time?”

“Late.”

“Wooyoung!”

“I really don’t know, like later tonight. Don’t worry about it.”

His lips found their way to your collarbone, kissing and sucking their way up your throat. He was fucking relentless and it felt too good to stop him even though you tried to push on his shoulders with weak effort.

“Wooyoung…” You cooed for his attention, but he never slowed down or backed off a little. The bulge straining against his jeans brushed along your inner thigh and you knew nothing would get him to focus now.

“What if…your brother comes down here?”

Your eyes flicked to the steps as Wooyoung chuckled lightly along your skin.

“Believe me, he’s not coming down here. He never does. The only time he comes down here is if I borrowed something from him and forgot to give it back, or if I tell him I’ve got friends over,” he added reassuringly.

“He doesn’t know you’re here, so he isn’t gonna snoop.”

“Friends, huh? Like other girls?”

“Jealous already? Aww, that’s cute.” He pulled your hips down and ran his hands beneath the hem of your skirt, cupping your ass in his palms.

He gave your ass a hard smack and you yelped at the stinging contact. Wooyoung snorted at your reaction and you shoved him in the chest as payback.

“Now I’m leaving.”

“Oh, c‘mon don’t be like that. Y/N, I promise we’re fine.”

Despite your hesitation, you trusted him—something you never thought would happen in a million years. You latched your lips to his and he completely melted into you, drawing you closer to his body.

“But—” you interjected, tearing from him again. Wooyoung sucked his teeth and his arms fell to his sides, sulking like a puppy.

“Babe, you’re killing me.”

“I just wanted to say that we’re not having sex…not yet anyway.”

“Okay…noted. Should we schedule it? Let me get my planner.”

“Omg, shut up,” you playfully punched him in the arm, ignoring his cheesy smile.

“I just don’t want it to happen too fast and then we—”

“Hey,” he rasped, pinching your chin in his fingers, tilting your head up and pinning your focus to him, “you don’t have to explain. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with, whenever that may be.”

First, he teases you, then he shoots you with Cupid’s arrow.

Who was this guy?

Certainly not the neighbor you’ve been mortal enemies with.

His softened expression and heartfelt sentiment almost made you drop the boundary right then and there, but you held your ground. Desire was knocking, and you knew you wanted to do more than kiss him. The fact that Wooyoung wasn’t pressuring you to go any further made you swoon. His patience and tenderness were unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was…refreshing.

“Besides, it’s not like I haven’t been waiting.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“When you moved in with your aunt, I saw you and you gave me the cold shoulder…but I still saw you.”

Fuck. This guy has been wanting to make a move on you this entire time? Your head spun, swallowing his words harshly. If you had stopped being a stuck-up priss, this could’ve all been resolved a long time ago.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like the chase.”

God, you had to eat your earlier words. Wooyoung was, in fact, incredibly charming.

You lowered your face and kissed him, rubbing your hands along his neck. Wooyoung clutched handfuls of your thighs in his hands, squeezing your flesh between his digits. Heat built between your legs as you rutted your hips back and forth over his crotch.

The room filled with the sound of your shared whimpers.

It felt all too familiar and secure, like you were always destined to wind up here—in his house, on his lap, and kissing without an end in sight. Every nerve in your body was on fire from his possessive touch and delicious lips, blood buzzing in your ears.

Wooyoung’s lips moved lithely against yours, sucking and nipping your lips, devouring you as his bruising grip roamed behind you again, fisting your ass roughly.

Wetness leaked from your core, spreading between your folds and dampening the front of your panties as you unconsciously dry humped him. His erection twitched underneath the denim at the stimulation, poking your cunt at the perfect angle for you to thrust against.

“Fuck…” Wooyoung cursed into the kiss before his head tipped back, “…babe, you’re making it impossible to have restraint.”

How is it that you’d written him off so quickly without a second thought? This pretty boy with the pretty voice who was intoxicated by you. Every word he spoke gave him away.

Flattered by his eagerness, you hummed in amusement. Your mouth ghosted across to the corner of his lips, down his jaw to his ear, leaving tiny kisses in your wake. An affectionate lick to the earlobe and Wooyoung was like jelly in your hands.

“Maybe…” you breathed as your hand slid down his chest to the hem of your skirt, fingers fidgeting between your bodies until they curled around his belt buckle, “…we can find other ways…to satisfy each other?”

“What’d you…have in mind…princess?”

His hoarse voice gave you the sense that you had found one of his sweetest weak spots with your teeth, his body unraveling by the second as you sucked on his earlobe.

You sat up before reaching for his arm, briefly admiring the rose and thorn details on his tattoo. He watched you guide his hand to your inner thigh, bucking your hips into his ring-clad knuckles.

‘Oh,’ he mouthed silently, running the pads of his fingers over the soaked fabric. Before he could react, you were unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Wooyoung snatched your wrist and you looked up at his face, puzzled by his reluctance.

“You don’t…you don’t have to do that.”

The gesture was sweet. Clearly he didn’t want you to feel like you had to do anything to appease him, and it only made your decision feel that much more certain.

“I want to, Wooyoung,” you replied kindly and he removed his hold on your arm, “unless you don’t want me to—”

“No, I definitely want you to,” he interrupted, cutting you off without a second thought. His enthusiasm left you a tad flustered. You looked at him, tracing the contours of his face. You never realized how lovely his eyes were before. They sparkled beneath the light, their slight asymmetry only making them more captivating.

As you tugged on the front of his pants, Wooyoung crushed his lips to yours, his cock springing free from its confines.

A gasp caught between your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. He was fairly…big. Bigger than what you expected. What he lacked in inches, he made up for in girth—you could barely loop your fingers fully around him.

“Thick like a coke can.” A coy grin appeared on his face.

Did he just read your mind?

“Just the most repeated comment I hear.”

“Likely story.”

“It’s true though, huh?”

You didn’t want to inflate his ego anymore, but your bashful smile certainly gave you away. Instead, your hand drifted along his shaft, and he quivered beneath your touch, swallowing hard. As you lowered your head, a wad of saliva drooled out of your mouth onto the swollen tip, mixing with the precum leaking out.

A quiet growl rumbled in his chest as you leisurely pumped him in your fist, your gut clenching from the vibrations. The veins running down his length flexed between your dainty fingers, and a strangled noise came out of Wooyoung as you picked up a steady pace.

“F-Fuck…” He stuttered, eyes heavy and dark.

He was hard—unbelievably, rock-fucking hard—twitching his hips helplessly, grasping for every ounce of the slick friction you delivered. Wooyoung shoved his hand further between your legs, sliding your underwear to the side and running his fingers between your soaked folds.

“God, you’re so wet.”

A choked moan escaped you as Wooyoung circled your aching clit, the pressure gathering in a knot lower in your belly. Your grip on him faltered as your concentration slipped, but you shook it off.

Wooyoung, however, had other plans.

He drove a finger deep into your core, hooking into your spongy walls until the sensation overwhelmed you. Cursing his name, you blinked away the searing pleasure blinding your vision. He added another finger for good measure, his rings pressing into your juicy flesh.

“S-Shit!” You cried out as his digits stretched you open.

Motherfucker.

Your dripping cunt pulsed around his fingers as he pumped in and out of you. Unable to resist, you rolled your hips into his hand, surrendering to the sweet bliss he brought you. How were you supposed to make him cum if he kept making your body tremble and your head spin?

“Does this feel good, baby?”

“Mmm…” You mewled, not registering a word he said.

How was he so good at that? He knew exactly how to put you in a drunken haze. His fingers scissored inside you with practiced ease while his thumb teased your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was exhilarating, the delicious burn wrecking you beyond repair.

He had the advantage, and judging by the smug smile tugging at his lips, he knew it.

“You look so pretty riding my fingers, princess.”

Ugh, that damn nickname. He was getting off on ruining you, breath hitching in your throat as your hand splayed across his chest, attempting to ground yourself. Wooyoung relished the sight of your head bowing forward, shaking as you babbled incoherently.

Fuck this.

All at once, you regained composure. One hand seized his throat. The other found the perfect rhythm, stroking him with raw, merciless pressure.

If you were gonna fall apart, so would he.

Wooyoung’s eyelids fluttered as his lips parted. That was more like it. His chest heaved and his fingers calmed inside your heat. You could feel his gut clenching from the fiery stimulation, signaling yet another kink of his—choking.

He was coming undone inch by inch whenever you put more weight against his windpipe, your fingers contracting around him as you braced his stiff erection.

“Oh, my g—fuck!” He gasped, gaining strength in his hand before continuing to finger your insides ruthlessly, bringing you right back to the edge.

He used his free hand to hike your skirt a little higher, giving you both a better view. Wooyoung hissed through his teeth as your nails dug into his skin, leaving small crescent-shaped marks. You were on the verge of collapse, your hold on him loosening while keeping a decent tempo.

Massaging him in your palm, your thumb swept along the underside of his cock and played with his perineum that was just below the tip. Wooyoung’s whole body jolted, a harsh yell of pleasure rushing out of him as he forcefully gripped your wrist, like he was ignited by flames coursing through him.

“Babe…if you keep that up, I’m gonna cum.”

His face was cherry red, his expression completely deadpan. The warning was genuine, his eyes pleading with you not to make him explode just yet. It was adorable, and a small laugh slipped out.

“What? I just wanted you to cum first.”

“My knight and shining armor,” he rolled his eyes and you kissed him for his chivalry, “how about we cum together, then?”

Your words sent a piercing chill down his back, and he kissed you breathlessly in response. He gave you an abrupt nod, quivering beneath you. His fingers thrust in sync with your strokes, taking each other to the edge simultaneously. As you smoothed over the frenulum, Wooyoung panted, throwing his head back.

“Fuck…fuck…I’m gonna…cum,” he murmured.

Your foreheads pressed together, breathing heavily into each other’s mouth, and it didn’t take long for you both to dissolve. Stars sparkled behind your eyes as your face fell into the crease of his neck, your orgasm splintering through you like a rocket.

At the same time, Wooyoung stilled as his release washed over him. His cock throbbed, spurting hot cum practically everywhere—across his stomach, his jeans, your arm, and your skirt. Just a mess, but you could barely care with your cunt pulsing around his hand, arousal trickling down his fingers.

Holy fuck…what the hell was that?

The white haze clouding your vision faded as your inner goddess came down from the high, and reality began to hit.

You did hate Wooyoung for making you feel this…good.

There was no way to fake the attraction, no way to fake the need for him, or act like this didn’t happen. But what if he could?

Neither of you said a word or moved for a while.

Until you finally caught your breath and sat up, avoiding his gaze.

“You got my skirt dirty.”

“Sorry, baby. I’ll get you a new one.”

Eventually, your attention found him again. His eyes were still full of lust. At least for tonight, you knew he was captivated by you. Somewhere deep down, though, you wondered how long it would last. So you’d enjoy right now with the boy next door who had you hooked like a fish.

“Hey, earth to y/n,” Wooyoung called, cupping your cheek and pulling your face to his, kissing you passionately.

He tasted like ice water on a hot day. You could sit here and kiss him forever, and maybe it was your inner goddess talking, but Wooyoung surprised you. He was different from the picture in your head. Between the books, music, and his caring demeanor, you were absolutely fucked.

“Let me get you some sweatpants and I can…clean up our mess.”

“You made more of a mess than me.”

“Wanna bet?”

He flashed you his hand, glistening and coated with your juices as he smiled, a squeaky laugh bursting out of him. You turned your head, hiding your amusement but he saw right through it, laughing harder as he grabbed your waist, nesting his lips to your ear.

“And I loved every second of it,” he purred, planting a kiss on your throat, “c’mon.”

You followed behind him as you walked to his bedroom. Wooyoung shuffled through his drawers and tossed a pair of black sweatpants on the bed. Stripping out of your skirt and panties, you put them on and noticed him sneaking glances in your direction.

“Did you want a t-shirt too?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. So you’re comfortable?”

“…You don’t want me to leave now?”

“What?” Wooyoung marched over to you, staring silently. He appeared a bit…hurt? “Do you wanna leave?”

“No.”

“Then don’t,” he grinned and went back over to his dresser, “shirt?”

“Uh, sure.”

He tossed you a red band t-shirt, for Pierce the Veil—classic.

“I’ll meet you back out there, gonna shower real quick.” He said, slipping his shirt over his head, allowing you to see the other tattoos he had on his ribs and on his upper back as he strolled into the bathroom.

The water turned on but you didn’t leave. You sat on his bed and took the book from the top of the stack, reading the summary on the back. It was a romance horror novel about a vampire lord and a human maid. How were the two of you so similar?

You only got through about four pages when a fog of steam flowed from the bathroom door as it opened, and Wooyoung stepped out with a towel wrapped around his slim waist, hair dripping wet.

God, he was unfairly attractive.

“I’ll let you borrow it when I'm finished.”

That’s when you see his bookmark sticking out of the top of pages somewhere around the middle.

“You better, I want to know where this is going.”

“Two words: bloody sex.”

Such a boy's remark. You scoffed and set the book back down with the rest, eyes glazing over Wooyoung as the towel dropped to his feet. Spit collected over your tongue while he dressed, nearly drooling as your eyes scanned up his chiseled legs to his sizable package (even flaccid), up his hip line to his stern shoulder blades.

He put on a pair of boxer briefs followed by a pair of gray sweatpants that were cut into shorts with white flowers on them and a plain black cropped t-shirt.

“You checking me out, princess?”

“Maybe…” you replied, earning a pleased hum from him as he circled the bed and stood between your legs.

Placing his hands on either side of you against the mattress, he leaned down and kissed you gently. His kisses were so warm and graceful, sending electricity down to your toes. You would never tire of this.

Wooyoung unclasped your hands in your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours before yanking you to your feet and leading you back out to the den. He guided you to his seat in the corner and you sat down next to him, still holding hands as he unmuted the TV.

“Do you like horror movies?” He asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Excellent. Squeamish people are boring.”

His comment made you giggle in approval, honored to find another thing in common with him. Wooyoung made light work of untangling your fingers and curled his arm around your neck, causing you to lean against his side.

The movie title—House of Wax—rose across the screen.

A favorite film of yours, but how’d he know?

Maybe it was one of his favorites too.

You relaxed your head against his chest, mindlessly twirling your fingers with his over your shoulder. You’re not sure when you fell asleep but you knew you were in his arms, occasionally hearing his light snores.

Someone needed to give you a crash course on how to not fall head over heels for your next-door neighbor, but it seemed that you were too far gone anyway…

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Jul 17

𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 (san x yeosang) ── word count: ⁹¹²

A/N: *rings the dinner bell* sansangers come get your meal. so there’s this clip [x] that I’ve had in my bookmarks on twitter for a bit now and I was watching it recently for…scientific purposes and I could see san and yeosang so I wrote this fun little blurb. still practicing writing bl so sorry if this is lacking — lmk what you think, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!

“What was that you said earlier? You don’t have to listen?”

Yeosang couldn’t even answer.

Not while he was on his stomach, fisting the sheets as San buried his cock deep inside him. San’s measured, slow pace only pushed incoherent murmurs from Yeosang’s mouth.

“Mmm…ah-mmm.”

“Use your words, handsome.” San purred, rolling hips with delicate control as his hand squeezed Yeosang’s waist, keeping him steady.

“Fuck—Sannie…” Yeosang’s broken moans as he cursed San’s name filled the room, harmonizing with the sopping sounds of his thrusts.

It was a bit unfair. Yeosang was at a disadvantage.

He knew talking back tonight would lead to punishment. San demanded respect, especially in public. So when Yeosang got a little too tipsy in front of their friends and mouthed off, he knew from the look on San’s face that this wasn’t over.

“Not so sassy now, are you?”

San quickened his relentless pace, snapping his hips harder against Yeosang’s ass. His cock was unbearably thick, stretching Yeosang’s tight hole out. Mixed with San’s anger, the searing friction was intoxicating.

It was so fucking bad, but so fucking good.

Throaty whimpers fell from Yeosang’s lips, arching his back further and raising his ass more in the air. San wouldn’t let him move any more than that.

This was San’s hole to use as he pleased.

“Nu-uh, stay right where you are.” San growled as he dug his fingers into Yeosang’s skin, leaving red crescent indents from his nails.

“Y-You’re being m-mean…”

Yeosang’s thighs trembled lightly under the weight of San. Another groan escaped him as his slick muscles clenched and fluttered around San’s length. A hearty chuckle roared from San’s chest, unable to hide his amusement, and he shoved his cock to the hilt, pushing a strangled noise out from Yeosang’s throat.

His body quivered with the overwhelming feeling in his stomach as he groaned through clenched teeth. He could feel every veiny inch of San’s length throbbing throughout his body.

San grabbed Yeosang’s jet black ponytail, tugging his head back and leaning forward until his lips ghosted Yeosang’s ear.

Yeosang hissed through his teeth as San’s tight pull burned his scalp. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing as he bit back his whines.

“You deserve it.” San’s voice was low and harsh yet loving.

Yeosang shuddered as San’s warm breath hit his lobe.

San placed a gentle kiss on Yeosang’s temple before releasing his grip on his hair. He slipped himself out of his wet heat, slapping his fat tip on Yeosang’s glistening pink flesh, rubbing his firm erection up and down his ass.

“You look so pretty like this. All mine…” San breathed, teasing Yeosang over the edge.

“Ah—fuck, please—” Yeosang’s voice cracked, nodding frantically.

San lined himself up with the sensitive ring of muscle, just barely stuffing his tip inside Yeosang. His fuzzy head could only focus on the pressure building in his back door and trailing to his belly.

“You’re…so…goddamn…” San groaned heavily as he kept pushing himself gingerly in before he slammed his hips against Yeosang’s already sore cheeks with one swift motion, “…tight! For me today.”

Yeosang let out a guttural moan—sharp and wrecked—as he attempted to buck his hips forward but San held him in place. Lying there, he took every stroke as San continued with a fierce rhythm, pumping in and out of his dripping hole with rapid precision.

“Mmm…s’deep—ah!” Yeosang cried out, reaching behind to curl his fingers around San’s forearm.

“Yes, Sangie, just like that…who do your holes belong to?”

He was pathetically soaked, feeling the liquid trickling down and sticking to his skin. No way could he utter coherent words, but San would definitely keep this up if he didn’t. If he knew one thing, San had impressive stamina. He had excellent timing for his orgasm—edging himself was no problem, but it would be for Yeosang.

San wouldn’t let either of them cum, and the fucking would extend Yeosang’s overstimulation to an intense degree.

Something he wasn’t prepared to do.

“S-Shit—” Yeosang murmured hoarsely with little to no focus. He choked on a sob, trying to straighten his thoughts.

“Say it, baby. Say it.” San whispered, tipping his head back in euphoric bliss.

“Sannie—m-my holes belong to S-Sannie…” Yeosang rasped, tears collecting on his lash lines.

The room felt stifling as their sweaty bodies collided. Yeosang’s eyes rolled back as San rocked his hips tenderly. Passion simmered between them as they rode out the high together.

As the fire blazed in San’s abdomen, his movement faltered, a grin peeling across his mouth before his lips parted. Yeosang pressed his ass against San, pleasure blooming on his face. Breathless gasps tore from his chest with every exhale as San stilled, bottoming out inside him.

San’s shaft twitched along Yeosang’s walls as his release crashed over him, spilling his cum into his guts. His seed filled him to capacity, leaking out of Yeosang’s entrance and down his inner thighs.

“So messy, but it had to be done.”

San rutted his hips back and forth, making sure to empty his balls inside Yeosang, coating his entire spongy center. Yeosang fell limp onto the mattress as San caught his lower lip between his teeth, admiring Yeosang’s glowing expression.

He was happy to be used.

“You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” San cooed as he glided himself out of Yeosang’s pulsing insides.

Yeosang blinked away the haze, and smiled. “Yes.”

“Well, my good boy is going to get on his knees now.”

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