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Is it just me or do you all also think wooyoung seems little off ๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ
alrighty boys MOVE OVER
Hongjoon didn't say anything about unnies๐
Noona neomu yeppo~~
Kq just wait till I get my hands on you ... I can for a sec understand about line distribution but the SCREENTIME....??? Fuck you kq ... Yeosang and Jongho barely had any screentime.
As much as I love the song I'm so fucking pissed.
They deserve better.
MINGI :: BAD
Now don't tell me yunho's spiderman pictures were a spoiler too ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
I'm inlove with this whole album
I love them
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Pairing: bf!seonghwa x reader
Warnings: language, jealousy, open communication to a conflict, angst and fluff
About: Seonghwa goes to fashion week and you read a rumor online
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The Dream and His Dreamer (2) Pt.1 | Summary: You, a burnt out, uninspired, and chronically single writer, have grown tired of writing about the perfect man but never finding one of your ownโ that is, until one night, when one finally visits you in a dream that will change everything.
*Warning: Series will have smut, all chapters will be labeled accordingly.
*Chapter Warnings: Suggestive (no smut)
You lay there, frozen in place as you watch in horror at the figure-- or rather-- the naked man, in the middle of your apartment. Your chest heaves as you try to figure out your next move. Run? Fight? Where's my phone? Where's my goddamn phone!? You slowly sit up to ready yourself to make a break for it-- but then you realize-- "S-Seonghwa?" Your mouth says it, but you don't fully believe it. This must be a dream. It has to be.
His head lifts at the sound of his name, and slowly, he turns around to face you. Your eyes widen as you take in his naked form-- you're so shocked, you can't decide on whether to cover your eyes or keep gauking at him. "It's gotta be a dream. No way this is real--" You look around the room, then at him, "But there's no golden haze. Where the fuck is the golden haze?" You sound like an insane woman, and Seonghwa just stands there watching (and listening to) you. "Y/n." He says your name, instantly silencing your thoughts as you snap your attention to him. His voice is just the same as your dream. "What's happening? And why are you naked!?" You cry out. He looks down at his body like he's only just noticed, "I'm naked?" He then looks at his hands, studying them closely. You grab your head, "I'm still drunk, is that it?" You slap your forehead as though you've found the answer, "Right. I just gotta sleep it off." You slam yourself back into your mattress and squeeze your eyes closed, forcing yourself to take long, deep breaths. Sleep. Sleep. Just go to sleep.
After about a minute, you slowly open your eyes, only to see him still standing there-- though this time, he's staring directly at you. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?" You say loudly, causing him to wince and hold his ears, "Your voice is irritating," He says. You sit up again, this time, realization hitting that there is no golden haze, nor will there be, because this is not a dream. "Seonghwa. Why are you here?" You ask, voice shaky as you try to maintain eye-contact instead of looking down at his-- "Where am I?" He asks, looking around at the studio, a puzzled expression on his face. A similar conversation to the one you'd had only two nights ago, except this one is actually fucking happening. "Do you seriously not know?" "No." "Seonghwa, you're in the real world-- in my house." "This is a house?" He asks, seemingly confused as he looks around again. "Well--" You glance around, "It's-- it's a studio apartment--" "Then it's not a house," He says, taking a few steps forward to look into your small, sad-looking kitchen area.
"Are you seriously arguing semantics with me?" You hiss, "And for God's sake, put your dick away." "Dick?" He turns to you, tilting his head again like a confused dog. "Yes, your dick," You furrow your brows, "Your penis." "What's a penis?" He asks. You can feel yourself turning bright red, "That thing hanging from the front of your body?" You say through clenched teeth, looking away. He touches his chest, then lets his hands trail downward until he gets to the spot you're referring to. He looks down at it, "Oh...I've never had one of these before...is this something that should be covered?" "You've never-- what?" You're more puzzled than ever, "How have you never had one before? What does that even mean?" "I've never had a physical body before, so I've never had a penis," He tests the unfamiliar word out, "what is its intended purpose?"
"Oh God, this cannot be happening," You jump out of bed and quickly walk over to your dresser drawers, yanking out a pair of sweats. "Here," You hold out the clothes, still keeping your eyes on the wall opposite the both of you, "Put these on." He takes them from you slowly. You try to rack your brain for what he looked like in your dream; was he naked then too? God, you can't remember. "Are you done?" "I don't know how to put them on." You swallow hard, "You don't know how to put on pants?" "No, I've neve had a physical body before, so I've never--" "Never worn clothes before, I-I've got it. Thanks," You close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. Part of you still hopes this is a dream. "Okay, I'm gonna turn around and help you. Just- just cover your--" You clear your throat, "Your penis." "Okay...wait, I can't. It's too big." For fucks sake. "Just do your best, Seonghwa," You exhale, then slowly turn around, keeping your eyes on his face, the ceiling-- everywhere else but the bulge he's currently trying to cover.
You open up the sweats first, holding them open and then squatting, "Step into this leg," You instruct. He does so, carefully lifting and placing it into the pant leg. "Okay, now the other one." Once he's in, you carefully raise the gray sweatpants up over his hands (and bulge) and let the elastic snap against him, "There. Now you can take out your hands." He looks at you then down where his hands are, slowly slipping them out. He's still half uncovered, but it's much more doable now. You glance at his torso: it's perfectly muscular without being too much, and his skin looks somehow even more golden now. For someone who's never had a body before, his physique is phenomenal. You clear your throat, having caught yourself staring.
"Okay, now...let's figure this out," You sigh again, going back to sit down at the edge of your bed. "I met you two days ago, and now you're here. How did this happen?" "We met long before two days ago," He says, still standing in the middle of the room. "What are you saying? Yes, we did. It was two days ago, in my dream--" "We've known each other for years," he insists, "You said so yourself." "When did I say that?" You ask, beginning to get a little bit annoyed. "You said you imagined me when you were a kid. That was when we met." "Yeah, but you were just a figment of my imagination then," You huff, "It doesn't count." He stares at you for a long time, trying to understand you, though he eventually sighs, "You're confusing." "I'm confusing?" You laugh bitterly, "Imagine how confused I am. A man that I made up over a decade ago is suddenly standing the middle of my apartment, naked, never even having had a physical body before, apparently."
"How did you even get inside?" You ask, glancing at the chain lock that's still very much secured, "My door is locked." "I didn't come in through a door," He shrugs. "Then? Where did you come in from?" "From the light." "The light? What light?" "The one in the floor," He points downward, raising his brows at you. You look down incredulously, befuddled when all you see is the same hard wood floor you always do. "Seonghwa...there is no light in the floor." "Not now, there isn't," He rolls his eyes as though you're the frustrating one in this situation. You try to remain calm, "Okay, Seonghwa. Fine. The light in the floor brought you. What were you doing before then?" He's quiet for a moment, thinking long and hard, "I was...waiting." "Waiting...waiting where?" "In the same place I saw you last." "What were you waiting for?" "For you." His words penetrate your severe overwhelm. "You were waiting for me and then what?" "Then the light appeared...it was small at first; I could only fit my finger through it, but then it started opening up until I could fit myself through." You try to imagine it; him slipping through 'the light' and ending up in your bedroom.
โThis is insaneโฆโ You throw your head back, then rush to your desk and open your laptop. He watches you curiously. You go to Google and type in every keyword you can think of to describe the situation. Dream guy shows up in person. Man I dreamed about is now in the real world. Imaginary manโ โFuck, nothing is coming upโฆโ You mutter, scrolling through hundreds of How to Find Your Dream Guy articles. You contemplate your life for a second, wondering if youโve officially lost your mind. All those late nights, the coffee, the lack of eating, the lack of socializingโ has your brain finally given out? There has to be some sort of explanation for this. Thereโs just no way.
You sit there, biting your nails anxiously, deep in thought when you hear a low growl. You lift your head, listening for it again, only to realize it's coming from Seonghwa's stomach. Seonghwa looks down at his very toned stomach, furrowing his brows in frustration, "This body keeps making this sound. Why does it do that? And why does it hurt me?" "It's not hurting you," You roll your eyes, "It's trying to keep you alive." You rise up from your bed and begrudgingly walk over to your fridge, opening it up and sighing when you realize it's down to its bare bones. "Shit..." You grumble, cursing yourself for being too lazy to have gone grocery shopping in these last two weeks. "Shit," He echoes, trying to search his mind for a definition for the word that isn't there. You turn to look at him, momentarily wondering if you're in the Twilight Zone or something.
Finally, you find a granola bar in your pantry, one of the last two, and you pass one to him, "Here, eat this." He holds it in his hand, admiring its silver packaging, "Wow..." He says, seeing how it catches the light, "It's beautiful." You stare at him, absolutely bewildered. He's gotta be pulling your leg. "Watch me," You say, holding the granola bar by the corner of the packaging, then slowly tearing it open to reveal the bar. He tentatively does the same, tearing the plastic open and giving a small, crooked smile when he's able to do it himself. If you weren't so mind fucked right now, you might say he looks cute when he smiles. "Now, eat it." "Eat it," He repeats, again, trying to make sense of what you're saying. In theory, he knows to eat means to consume, but he doesn't exactly know how to make it happen. You unwrap the bar the rest of the way and take a bite, chewing thoroughly as you continue trying to think. You don't realize he's watching and copying you still.
He takes a bite, as he'd seen you do, passing the piece along his tongue, exploring its rough texture and unfamiliar taste. He chews for a few seconds, slowly identifying the varying flavors. His eyes widen, "Wah..." "What?" "This is amazing," He takes another bite. You raise a brow at him, surprised at such an intense reaction for something as simple as a chocolate chip granola bar. "Yeah...they're great..." You say, weirded out by this entire exchange. He finishes the bar in all of three bites, noting the pain in his stomach has subsided considerably. "How are we gonna get you back home...?" You mutter, stroking your chin. He furrows his brows, "Home?" "Yeah, home. The place where you live and sleep and--" "I know what a home is," He crosses his arms, "I don't have one." "What do you mean? The golden haze-- the...dream place," You say, unsure of how to even describe it, "That's your home." "That's not my home. That's just where I am." "Where you are? Then...where is your home?" "I don't know. You never gave me one." "Gave you one?" You echo incredulously, "I didn't realize I was supposed to."
You sigh and lay backward on your bed, looking up at the ceiling, "This is so weird." He tilts his head, "Do people not leave the dream world?" "Hell if I know," You say exasperatedly, "Maybe they do, I guess." He goes over and sits next to you on your bed, delighting in the relief in his feet, since he'd been standing there for a long time before you even woke up. After a second, he lets himself lay back just like you, his shoulder grazing yours. You turn to look at him, and he's already looking at you. You're stuck for a moment, unable to move; his gaze is too intense. Your heart flutters, but you suddenly tear your gaze away. He continues staring, though he's analyzing everything you do. Every sigh, every time you refuse to look at him. He's trying desperately to read your reactions and assign meaning to them, only to come up empty.
โWahโฆwah,โ You listen to him as he chews enthusiastically. You ordered burgers and fries, seeing as how leaving him at your apartment while you went grocery shopping was completely out of the question. He takes big, hearty bites, shoveling fries into his mouth and taking large sips of his soda.
Itโs interesting watching such a delicate-looking, ethereal being eating so sloppily. Itโs not an unpleasant sight, but definitely surprising. Of course, this is his first time ever eating a burger, soโฆyou suppose youโd expect nothing less. โGood?โ You ask, barely having taken a few bites of your own food. He looks up at you, his beautiful, black pupils looking enormousโ almost rabbit-like as he nods.
Youโve tried to rack your brain all day as to how this all happened, though youโre now genuinely starting to believe it may actually be real. Youโre about to say something, but your phone starts ringing in your pocket. Seonghwa continues eating, though his eyes are on you, watching curiously as you raise it to your ear. โHongjoong, heyโฆโ You say, voice slightly strained as you try to sound normal. โHey, how yaโ doing? I was thinking about stopping by with some beers so you can tell me all about how it went with San!โ He says cheerfully. Your eyes widen as you look at Seonghwa, whoโs dipping his fry into ketchup, sucking the ketchup off, and re-dipping the fry. โYou- you canโt.โ โWhy?โ Hongjoong asks. โBecause IโmโฆIโm sick.โ โYouโre probably just hung over.โ โNope. Iโm sick. Totally sick. Just finished throwing up, actually.โ โYou sound fine to me. No stuffy nose or anything.โ โItโs-itโs because I haveโฆโ You look down at your burger, โd-diarrhea.โ โItโs all those fucking coffees,โ He scolds you, โFine. Call me tomorrow if you need any meds or anything.โ โWill do. BYE.โ You hang up abruptly and put your phone done next to you on the floor.
โWhatโs diarrhea?โ Seonghwa asks. You furrow your brows, โAre you eavesdropping on my conversation?โ He looks around at your tiny ass apartment and then back at you, โYour house isnโt very big.โ โFunny; you donโt know what a penis is but you sure know how to use sarcasm.โ He sighs, โYou seem unhappy.โ His statement hangs in the air for a little bit, settling between the two of you. โIโฆโ You look down again, โIโm just notโฆsure what to make of all this. I donโt know what things are like for you when youโre not here, but in this world, stuff like this doesnโt happen.โ โBut it didโฆnow what will you do?โ His question makes you think deeply.
You have a habit of spiraling pretty habitually. Itโs always been this way; even before some of the more traumatic events in your life, youโve had a knack for assuming the worst situation possible. Change is hard; youโve lived in this studio for the last four years, youโve had the same friends, and worked with the same publisher for years because the idea of working with new people scares you. Of all things that couldโve happened to someone like you, this is the absolute most abnormal and frightening thing in the worldโ so, here is this beautiful manโ one you literally dreamed ofโ sitting before you, and all you can think of is how to get rid of him as quickly as possibleโฆ
When just last night, youโd prayed to the skies to let you dream of him again.
You ignore his question, changing the subject to give yourself a moment to breathe. โAre you scared?โ You ask him, setting your food down. โOf what?โ โOf not getting back.โ โThereโs nothing to go back to,โ He says simply. โButโฆbut where do you go when youโre not waiting?โ You ask, referring to the dream place. โIโm never not waitingโฆโ He says, leaning back a bit, โThatโs all I remember doingโฆjust waiting for you.โ You contemplate his words, imagining him standing there in the haze. โI imagine you wereโฆwaiting a long time.โ Heโs pensive for a moment, โWas I? My perception of time isโฆdifferent from yours, I suppose.โ You both sit there in a thoughtful, comfortable silence for a bit.
It isnโt until you look back up at him that you realize heโs looking at you already. His expression is hard to decipher, and it makes you squirm. โYouโre staringโฆโ You blush, looking away. โSo?โ โSoโฆit can make people uncomfortable when you stare.โ โAre you uncomfortable?โ He asks so simply; unabashed, unaware. Youโre not exactly sure how to respond: itโs not that youโre uncomfortable, per se, but youโre not used to someone staring so overtlyโ especially not someone so beautiful. โYes,โ You answer. He promptly looks away from you, โBetter?โ โYeahโฆmuch better.โ You glance at him, your eyes lingering on his face now. โWhy can you stare?โ He asks, still not meeting your gaze. โI- Iโm not,โ You quickly stand up and grab the trash, โYou done with this?โ โYes,โ He says.
He watches as you squat down to pick everything up and then turn to walk toward the kitchen area. He glances down at your body, and notes that yours is quite nice. He has no frame of reference as to what other peopleโs bodies look like, of course, but he easily identifies that yours is beautiful, as is your face. He stands up and goes to your window, looking down below. When you finish tossing everything, you note how much like a cat he looks, staring excitedly outside at the passersby. โAnything interestingโฆ?โ You ask, slowly approaching. He doesnโt turn, just keeps his eyes fixed on the street, โYou see all of this every day?โ โEhโฆโ You think back to your regular routine; how there are days you donโt even leave your apartment, โSort of.โ โWhen will we go outside?โ He asks. โOutside? UhmโฆI- I guess we can try tomorrowโฆโ You say hesitantly. His eyes twinkle at the thought.
Heโs still looking out the window, when his stomach starts hurting again. โAh,โ He groans, โmy body hurts againโฆshould I eat something else?โ You look down at him holding his stomach, his face tensing much more severely than it had when he was hungry. โYou just ate an entire burger and yours and my friesโ I doubt youโre hungry,โ You sigh, dreading having to help him with this, โYou might need to go to the bathroom.โ โBathroom?โ
Itโs 10PM and youโve been at your desk for an hour, trying to focus, but obviously, your mind is way too preoccupied to get anything done. Seonghwa, on the other hand, has been sitting on your bed, eyes glued to your phone, watching video after video. Maybe it was a bad idea to put a screen in front of him so soon, but he kept asking so many questions and you were overwhelmed. You spin around and look at him, โOkay, itโs time to wash up for bed.โ He looks up at you and nods, โOkay.โ
You grab a clean towel from your closet, along with a brand new pair of sweats, โWeโll get you new clothes tomorrow. For now, just change into these when youโre done.โ He takes the items out of your hands and then glances toward the bathroom. You sigh, already knowing what that puzzled expression means. โCome, Iโll show you.โ He follows you into the bathroom which, thankfully, is just spacious enough for you both to stand in, unlike other studio apartments. You open up the curtain and point to the faucet, โThis here is where water comes out. These are the knobs,โ You twist one of them, and immediately, water begins to fall from the shower head, making him jump slightly at the unexpected sound.
You close it and straighten up again, โOne is for hot, the other for cold. This right here is shampoo. Itโs to wash your hair,โ You grab the bottle and uncap it, then raise it to his nose, โSmell.โ He leans in and sniffs, his brows raising in delight, โThis smells so good.โ โYeah, itโs strawberry kiwi. Donโt eat it,โ You warn sternly. He nods, a bit taken aback by your firm tone. โOkay, whatโs leftโฆ.โ You mutter to yourself, โOH! Wait right here.โ You walk out, leaving him standing there by himself for a second before walking back in, โThis is a wash rag. You wet it, lather, and scrub your body.โ You gesture as though scrubbing your armpits, your groin, and then you turn around and pretend to scrub your ass, โThese spots are especially important, okay? Plus your legs, armsโ your entire body needs to be scrubbed, okay?โ โGot it,โ He nods. โUse the towel to dry off before you put the sweats on. You remember how to do it, right?โ โYes, Y/n. Iโm not dumb,โ He rolls his eyes. You narrow your eyes at him, โYou sure are sassy for someone who needs me to show them how to wash their ass.โ He furrows his brows, โI donโt know what ass means.โ You sigh and nod, โRight. Fine. Iโll leave you to it.โ
You walk out and close the door behind yourself, walking over to your bed and plopping down on it. What a strange day this has been. You grab your phone, which is now at 5% battery. โWhat were you even watching?โ You mutter, navigating to your YouTube history, only to find a bunch of miscellaneous videos and searches. Among these searches: What is shit? Food, Normal house, and your personal favorite, why must bodies be covered. โHow do you not know how to bathe but you know how to read and type?โ
A few minutes go by and you put your ear up to the door, โHow you doing in there?โ You call out. โIโm fine. Why?โ โJust checking.โ โI told you, Iโm not dumb.โ โFine! Iโm just trying to help!โ You say, rolling your eyes. Some dream guy. Finally, the shower stops. You sit at your desk, half-spinning side to side as you wait. The door opens, and he emerges, towel on his shoulder, his torso glistening with leftover moisture. He has, indeed, managed to put on the pantsโ though when he turns around to grab the old pants heโd forgotten in the bathroom, you realize the drawstring of the ones heโs currently wearing, is on his back because he put them on backwards. Not to mention, heโs put them on so high, theyโre practically up his butt. โWhyโd you put them on so high?โ You snort. He looks down, โIs this not right?โ He grabs the waistband and lowers themโ so much that he exposes a bit of his upper pelvic area, โTOO FAR.โ โOh.โ He raises them up an again, so that theyโre just at his hips; the v-line on his torso peeking just from over top of them, โBetter?โ โBetter.โ
You give him your phone again to entertain himself, and then jump in the shower, yourself. The hot water seems to melt your muscles deliciously, and some of the stress of the day is immediately relieved. Your mind is full of thoughts, and before you know it, youโve been in the shower about 30 minutes. Shit, you shouldnโt have left him alone for too long. You shut the water off and grab your towel to dry off. You give a deep sigh as you step out onto the shower mat, and when you do, you suddenly realize you forgot to grab your clothes. You stare at yourself in the mirror, absolutely mortified at the idea of having to walk out is nothing but a towel. You crack the bathroom door open, โS-Seonghwaโ โMm?โ He calls out, not even taking his eyes from the phone screen. โClose your eyes.โ โWhy?โ โBecause I forgot to grab myself some clothes. Close your eyes.โ โBut then I canโt see anything.โ โItโs just for a second. Close your damn eyes.โ โUghโฆfine,โ He huffs, closing them obediently.
You wrap the towel tightly around yourself, swallowing hard as you stick your head out to make sure heโs got them closed. When you see that he does, you take a deep breath and quickly walk over to your dresser, grabbing a bra, panties, and some shorts and a tee shirt. โCan I open?โ He asks. โNot yet. I will let you know.โ You turn and start walking back to the bathroom, but three steps in and you manage to slip on a wet footprint youโd left, causing you to tumble onto the floor, the towel slipping out of your grasp, revealing your backside. The tumbling sound, plus the added squeal you let out, prompts him to instinctively open his eyes, โAre you okayโโ He gets an eyeful of your entire back, including- what youโd referred to as- your ass. He realizes he looked before you do, disobeying your simple instruction, and he quickly shuts his eyes, โAre you okay?โ He repeats. You whip your head in his direction, and sigh in relief when you see his eyes are still closed. Maybe he didnโt see it. โIโm- Iโm fine. Iโll be right out.โ You scrambling to get up and grab everything and run into the bathroom, slamming it behind yourself.
When he hears the door, he finally opens his eyes. Your reactions are so puzzling for him; what could be so bad about him seeing you? Was it because you had no clothes on? Heโd read earlier that clothing is to preserve modestyโ but what does that even mean? And more importantly, why did seeing you without them make his penis hard?
You toss and turn restlessly on the floor next to your bed. You insisted that Seonghwa take your bed so he could get a good nightโs rest and that youโd sleep here on the floor, though you find yourself severely regretting it. You know heโd have had no preference to sleeping alone or with you, but for some reason, you just couldnโt bring yourself to do it.
Of course, similar to a child, heโd said he didnโt understand the point of sleep and that the idea of closing his eyes and laying down for a long time sounded boringโ but fifteen minutes in, he was out like a light. It was a long day of discovery, you suppose. Now itโs 2AM and youโre exhausted, but canโt seem to get comfortable. You're not sure what you're gonna tell Hongjoong about Seonghwa when you meet with him tomorrow. Should he be a childhood friend? A cousin? Surely you won't be able to tell the truth; Hongjoong would have you committed for sure. It'll be grippy socks and sedation. God, you could really use a sedative right now. Somewhere between your unrelenting thoughts and the sound of Seonghwa's steady breathing, you find yourself finally drifting off to sleep.
It's 8AM when your alarm finally goes off. You blindly reach around next to you to silence it, but can't quite seem to hit the button. "Mm...make it stop..." Seonghwa's voice sounds from right behind you. You furrow your brows, opening your eyes slowly. "Seonghwa?" You say groggily, though you can't quite seem to keep your eyes open. Your mind starts waking up before your body, and you start to reconnect with your senses; that's when you realize there's something heavy around your waist, and something poking against your butt. "What the...?" You turn over slightly, finally opening your eyes all the way, only to see Seonghwa is quite literally right behind you, his arm draped around your waist, his body flush against your back. Your eyes widen, "Seonghwa, why-why are you down here?" You pull yourself away, propping yourself up by your elbows. "Mm?" He opens one eye, "Down where?" "Down here on the floor. You were supposed to take the bed." "Oh," He slowly looks around, gauging his surroundings, "I was on the bed, but then I got cold." "You got cold?" You echo incredulously, "You have blankets all over the bed you could've used." "It's different," He says, voiced strained as he braces for a yawn.
He slowly sits up, his face slightly puffy, his plump pink lips jutting out slightly. "Come on, let's brush your teeth." "Again?" He sighs. "Yes, again. Morning, noon if you can, and night." "How arduous," He yawns again. "Hey, Y/n." "What?" You ask. He lifts the blanket, revealing a very noticeable pants tent, "Why does this happen?" He asks it so innocently, youโre not sure whether to scold him or squeal and pinch his cheeks. Itโs not his fault he doesnโt know, but you still canโt help but get embarrassed. โMaybe thatโs another question for Google,โ You say, clearing your throat. โI did ask it, last night.โ โAnd what did it say?โ You ask, keeping your voice even. โIt said a manโs reproductive organ will harden in the event of a full bladder or sexual arousal.โ โWell then, thereโs your answer.โ Youโd love for the floor to open up and swallow you right now to avoid continuing this conversation.
โBut what is sexual arousal?โ Heโs looking up at you with the biggest, roundest eyes in the world, desperate for answers to all these questions. You stand there, crossing your arms over your chest as a sort of defense mechanism as you try to keep a straight face. โSexual arousal isโฆitโs when youโฆโ You look up at the ceiling, โItโs when you have the desire toโฆhave sex with someone.โ โWhy?โ โI donโt know? Maybe you find something beautiful to look at or something happened to make you feel that way?โ โAhโฆokay. That makes sense then,โ He nods, finally standing up and stretching. Youโre trying not to look down at it again, but itโs hard (no pun intended). โWhat does?โ โBecause it first happened to me last night when the towel fell off of you after your shower,โ He says simply before walking around you to go into the bathroom.
You stand there, absolutely dumbfounded as you process what heโs just said. Slowly, you turn to face the door, heart pounding at the memory.
โI THOUGHT YOU DIDNโT SEE!โ
A/N: The top left picture is what I imagined Seonghwa looking like when Y/n first opens her eyes and sees him standing there naked. Isnโt he beautiful? ๐
Oh this is a Mingi thighs buffet ๐๐
one night, one party, two men.
๐ค๏ธ๏ธ wooyoung x fem!reader | college au, mini-series, part 5/? 9.4k words ๐ค๏ธ๏ธ 18+ reader is the host of a sex podcast, wooyoung is a frat boy whore | smut minors dni oral f!receiving, dirty talk, lots of kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, Other Sex Happeningโข. we're getting somewhere. hi yunho
YOUโVE DECIDED YOU AND UNSCRIPTED are no longer two separate people. Tonight, right now, in the bedroom at the very end of the fratโs dimly lit hallway, Unscripted is with you. She is you, sheโs a very real part of you, not a figment of your imagination or an alter-ego. Sheโs been you the whole time, banging on the steel beams of her cage, waiting to be let out, to be put to use.
Tonight was supposed to be about overcoming change, about listening to your instincts, your desires. It was about becoming the truest version of yourself, unabashed, shameless, letting all of your walls down and demolishing every filter. Itโs impossible to build her level of confidence within minutes, to rework your mind, to step into her shoes, but youโve got plenty of vodka inside of you and a man who just begged to get his head between your legs. Close enough.
Youโve barely got the door behind you before Wooyoung presses his lips to yours. Your brows lift high, hands reaching for his chest, back flat against the wooden door behind you, you were expecting at least a short conversation first. Maybe a small discussion on how this actually goes. You suppose he isnโt the type to need one, he already knows how this goes, he does it on a daily basis.ย
โWait, wait,โ you push on his chest, but all it really does is push you farther into the door. โThatโs it? You just bring me in here and start making out with me?โย
Panting, his brows furrow, hands lowering where theyโd taken root on your hips. โYes? What else is there to do?โย
โI donโt know,โ you shrug your shoulders, arms stretching on either side of you. โTalk about it? I donโt want anyone to know you went down on me.โ
โIโm so gross and nasty that no one can know you hooked up with me?โ he teases, amusement in his eyes. โI wonโt tell anyone, Virgin. Itโs just a favor, a one-time thing.โย
So close, youโve never noticed his eyes are two different sizes, like the angel and devil on his shoulders control each half of him. His eyes that are usually a warm, glazed amber are deepened to a woody, husky brown, but still soft, not impatient, not brash.ย
โOkay,โ you blink, swallowing. โIโve never hooked up with anyone before. Every guy Iโve ever fucked was my boyfriend, longterm.โ
โIf you donโt want to do this, then we donโt do it,โ he says honestly. Then he grins like he just remembered, โIโve got another appointment after this, anyway.โย
Your skin burns, cheeks flaming, the tips of your ears threatening to melt your skull. You should hate each word he just said, you should hate that heโs fucking someone after he hooks up with you, but part of you finds it reassuring. That this, whatever was about to happen, was casual. A one time thing. A favor. Something inside you enjoys that youโre taking precedence, though, that he was putting off his own pleasure to tend to yours first.
โNo,โ you shake your head, certain. Despite the slight discomfort, the newness of it all, youโve already imagined how this goes, youโve already pictured his head between your legs. โI want to do this.โย
He nods, eyes dancing over your features, you can only assume heโs checking to see if thereโs any part of you that physically doesnโt want him. But he wonโt find any proof in your quickly rising chest, the flush on your skin, your dilated eyes.ย
โGood,โ he whispers, leaning close to you again, so close his lips brush yours. โBecause I really want to see how fast I can make you cum.โย
His lips meet yours again, hands heavier on your hips now, using his grip on your shorts to push you flat against the door. You gasp, hands finding purchase on his shoulders, balancing yourself on your tippy toes to reach his mouth.ย
He uses your parted lips to push his tongue past, and his rhythm, not frantic, controlled in a way that makes you feel how badly he wants this, how badly he wants you. You donโt know if anyone has ever kissed you like this, with such purpose, intent behind it that wasnโt half-assed. If you have, itโs been a long, long time.
He explores your mouth like he could get lost in it, hands sliding up to your waist, tucking beneath your top, hands roaming your skin just to feel. He dips down below your chin, lips pressing along your jaw and your head falls backward, hitting the door with a thump. Neither of you pay any mind, especially not as he shifts his hips, slotting one of his legs between yours, trapping you between him and the door, lining you up with his thigh.ย
You choke on a whimper, hips instinctively twitching against him.ย
โYes,โ he encourages, his breath hot on your neck, one of his hands finding purchase in the hair at the back of your neck. โDo it again.โ
You roll your hips again and heat spreads like wildfire, stimulation bubbling inside your gut, reaching each nerve ending. Even through your shorts, his pants, your clit catches mercifully against the fabric, forcing a staggered sound of pleasure from your throat.
One hand hits the door behind you, nails clawing at the wood while the other reaches for his hair, fingers tangling in his roots. His lips move softly, rhythmically down your neck, never once moving his strong thigh, never twitching, never shifting.ย
โUse me,โ he whispers into your neck, breath cooling the area where his mouth had just been. โDo whatever feels right.โย
Your hand thatโs in his roots pulls. He groans, head tipping back, dark eyebrows knitting together, his face so blown out in pleasure it makes a sharp noise escape your chest. Your eyes widen, silencing yourself with your lips smacking shut and heโs quick to shake his head no.
โLet me hear you,โ he leans in close again, teeth grazing your jawline, making your hips snap against his thigh. โWanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.โย
โWooyoung,โ you arch into him, fingers tightening in his hair again. โOh my god.โย
You get it nowโ heโs barely done anything and you get it now. Thereโs an air about him, or maybe his saliva is laced with heroin, but the moment his hands touched your body something inside you relaxed. Heโs never been shy about how much he loves sex, and you personally know six women who have had nothing but good things to say about his skills, all of which youโve ignored because it never pertained to you, you never cared. Now, experiencing it for yourself, with all of your clothes still on your fucking body, you understand.
He smiles into your skin, you can feel the stretch of his lips, his teeth against your neck. He reaches for the hem of your top, lifting it upward, folding it over your bra, and takes a second to explore the stretch of skin across your stomach, the indent of your spine with his hands.ย
โSo soft,โ he murmurs, then pulls away, taking a good look at you, eyes zeroing in on your chest. โDamn, youโve been hiding these.โย
Your cheeks burn, you ignore how badly you want to cross your arms over your chest. โShut up.โ
โWhat?โ His eyes find yours again, a smirk on his lips. โI canโt appreciate?โ
โIf youโre gonna use your mouth, use it between my legs, not to speak,โ your back arches again, impatience radiating off of you.ย
โThere she is,โ he smiles all teeth, eyes flaring with amusement, thumbs tucking into your shorts. โIโve been waiting for you to come back to me.โ
โIโve been here, just waiting for you to do something that actually feels good,โ you quip, rolling your hips toward him.ย
He chokes on a punched, disbelieving laugh. โRight. Sure.โ
He doesnโt fumble with the laces of your shorts, quickly untying them, you arch your back off the door to help him get them down your thighs. He sinks to his knees, lifting one of your legs to shimmy your boot out of your shorts, leaving them hooked around the other one.ย
Looking upward, his brows tie in, letting out a long, groaned, โFuuck.โ He meets your eye again to taunt, โYou soaked through your panties, baby. Thought you said you were waiting for me to do something that actually feels good?โ
โShut up already, fuck,โ you hiss, bending yourself toward him, itching for him to finally touch you where you need him. As much as he had to convince you to get you in here, the tables have turned too quickly for your liking.ย
His fingers dance along your skin, up the backs of your thighs until he throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Looking down at him, he keeps your eye while he presses his mouth softly to your inner thigh, then another one, inching closer, then another one, so close you could feel his breath on your underwear.ย
โStop fucking teasing,โ you nearly whine, voice raw with impatience, and the leg thatโs over his shoulder begins to shake. The anticipation is eating you alive, itโs right where he wants you.ย
He laughs to himself before planting his final kiss over your panties, at the apex of your thighs, directly above your clit. You whimper, the knee holding you steady threatening to buckle. His other hand softly lands over it, holding it straight. He smirks, โHow am I gonna eat you out if you canโt even stand up straight?โย
Your chin tilts toward the ceiling, eyes closing, a harsh breath escaping your lungs, a whine wanting to crawl up your throat. โPlease,โ you mumble, without looking at him.ย
His tone is taunting as he asks, โWhat was that?โ
โPlease,โ you whine this time, back pushing off the door, rolling your hips toward him. You look down again and heโs wearing a shit-eating grin like heโs proud of his ability to get you in this state, begging for him.ย
He presses another kiss over your panties, this one perfectly over your clit. A verbal breath escapes you, a soft noise of pleasure. Then his tongue pokes out from between his lips, and he licks a stripe over the fabric, along the seam of your center.ย
โFuck.โ You twitch like a livewire, hands reaching for his hair, fingers tightening in his roots. โMore, take them off, Wooyoung.โ
His hand that was holding your knee reaches upward, tugging the thin fabric covering you to the side. He groans at the sightโ a true, full-chested, shameless fucking groan.ย
โSo pretty,โ he whispers, not even looking up at you, and itโs all he says before he leans forward, sticking his tongue out to collect every ounce of wetness from bottom to top.ย
Your fingers curl in his hair, hips bucking toward his face, a moan just as shameless ripping from your lungs. Both of his hands go to your thighs, your panties tucked away, he flattens out his tongue to lick over your clit.ย
โYes,โ you nod, jaw dropped, holding his eye as he softly but intentionally flicks at your clit with his tongue, slowly adding more pressure, circling it just right. โS-shit, Wooyoung.โย
He groans into you, fingers sinking into your thighs harder, burying his fucking face between your thighs. His tongue drops down to your entrance before licking his way back up, circling your clit, closing his lips around it, making noises that should be embarrassing.ย
โFuck, fuck, fuck,โ you chant, eyes squeezing shut. Thereโs no testing the waters, he doesnโt need to try to figure out what you like, he uses his tongue at a perfect pace with perfect rhythm like he already knows how your body works.ย
He lifts your leg off his shoulder, stretching you wider, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly. Your toes curl in your boots, a shrill sound piercing through the room, hands leaving his hair to find the door again, clawing at it, needing to find purchase in something, anythingโ it feels too fucking good, and itโs too fucking soon for your stomach to be filling with warmth. Your moans heighten in pitch, breath heavier, the leg hanging from his strong arm shaking like a fucking leaf, it would be mortifying how quickly heโs pulling you to the edge if you werenโt so focused on how good it feels.ย
With your shoulderblades against the door you roll your hips into him and he meets your movement like he expects it. You watch with lips pried open, and then experimentally roll them again, and he follows your hips with his lips suctioned to your clit. Holding you steady, he watches you while your hips pick up speed, grinding yourself against his face like he was only there for you to use. His eyelids flutter, dilated pupils beneath them like he was enjoying every second of it, like the whole reason he kept you against the door was so you would ride his face.ย
โYou want me to fuck your face?โ you ask, breathless, then you hiss a strangled moan when he nods his head, his nose bumping against your clit. โF-fuck, do that again, do that again.โ
Shameless moans and staggered breaths pour from your lips in symphony, fingers back in his roots as he nods his head in rhythm with your hips, his nose hitting your clit perfectly with every stroke. The warmth in your stomach amplifies, abdomen clenching, both of your legs shaking now, your breath catching in your throat.ย
He doesnโt stop, nor does he speed up, he keeps the same pace, the same rhythm, you think he can taste your fucking orgasm, itโs so close. You donโt want it to be over, you donโt want to finish but you have no choice with his hands on your body and his nose sliding over your clit.ย
Euphoria looms, muscles growing taught, you swear your heart stills in your chest before your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Your back launches off the wall, curses flying off your tongue, you ride his face like itโs yours and he eats you through it, never once faltering.ย
You donโt know how you missed his hands leaving your thighs, the movement was lost somewhere in nirvana, but as one hand travels behind his tongue, two fingers slipping inside you, your body ignites all over again.ย
โNo,โ you whisper, voice shaky beyond belief, eyes wider than saucers. The pleasure was too much, your orgasm hasnโt properly ended yet and his fingers curl perfectly, pressing, massaging against your walls. Youโre shaking your head in panic as you stammer, โW-Wooyoung, I canโtโ Iโm notโโ
He finally pulls back for air, his chin soaked in you, eyes hazy. โGive me one more, baby, you can do it again. One more.โ
Your legs are shaking, knee threatening to buckle, wobbling where you stand. The rest of you is rigid, high off euphoria, stuck somewhere between foreplay and post-orgasm bliss. โI canโt!โ you shriek, hips twitching beyond control, your breath staggered, body in fight or flight. โItโs too much.โ
His fingers pump into you steadily, curling into your walls, he gives you only a moment of reprieve before his tongue is poking out between his lips again.ย
โF-fuck you,โ you grit out as his tongue flicks at your clit, and it makes him smile. The pleasure hurts, overstimulation bleeding into something hot. โYouโreโ youโre s-such aโ fucking assholeโ ah!โ
The last word is broken by a sharp moan, stars blinding your vision, another orgasm creeping up too quickly for you to breathe. You could shift tectonic plates with how hard youโre shaking, nails surely leaving crescents in the door behind you, your eyes squeeze tight with your jaw pried open as he brings you close to the edge for the second time.
โIโm g-gonna, Iโm gonna cum,โ you manage to get out, and itโs the last reserve of air in your chest before another orgasm rocks through you. He must be able to tell that youโre legitimately about to cry, because lets you come down slowly, slipping his fingers out of you after pressing one last kiss to your swollen, buzzing clit.ย
You deflate into the door, chest heaving, legs still shaking hard enough to shake the entire house. He takes time kissing your thighs after lowering your leg to the floor, your knees, hands roaming your skin, laughing under his breath when your legs donโt let up.ย
โWhy are you laughing?โ you finally croak, running a hand through your hair.
โI think you should sit,โ he looks up at you through his brows, pride in his grin, his chin still soaked. โIโm scared that if you try to walk, youโll fall.โ
โDonโt look so smug about it,โ you mutter but reach for his shoulders anyway, lowering yourself down to the floor slowly. Around the mid-way point you feel the loss of strength, but youโd rather die than fall in front of him, so you let your nails sink into his shoulders instead.
He sucks in a sharp breath, but reaches for your hips, not touching but holding his hands out, just in case you tumble. You land softly with your knees spread, boots sprawled out behind you, and you quickly reach for your underwear, moving them back into place, then slide your top back over your bra.
Looking up at an uncharacteristically quiet Wooyoung, his eyes are glued between your legs as he sits back on his calves. Heat spreads, shame, need, you arenโt sure. โIโm not fucking you,โ you remind him.
โI know,โ he nods, eyes sliding back up to yours. He licks his bottom lip, his chin, โJust taking one last look so I can remember the time I ate virgin pussy.โ
Your jaw drops as you reach forward to smack his arm, โI am not a fucking virgin!โ
โNot anymore,โ he smirks, wiping the rest of you off his chin with his thumb. โEveryoneโs a virgin before me.โ
โI canโt believe I just let you do that,โ your palms find your face, shame spreading. โYouโre fucking disgusting.โ
โDisgusting, maybe, but skilled? Absolutely,โ he teases, voice playful. He sucks on his thumb, and then the two fingers that were inside you before musing, โI just made you cum twice and you thank me with insults?โ
โWhy should I thank you?โ You rip your hands from your face thatโs scrunched up in revolted confusion. โYou asked, and I let you. You should be thanking me.โ
โFair,โ he nods, bottom lip folded over. โThank you for letting me eat your pussy.โ Oh, your ears fucking burn. His head tilts back like heโs daydreaming, โTaste so sweet, coulda eaten her for hours. Same time next week?โ
This canโt be real. He canโt be real. You shake your head, pushing yourself up from the floor, โIโm getting the fuck out of here.โ
โBoring,โ he frowns, uncurling his legs from beneath him, his arms stretching behind him. He watches as you try to shove your shaky leg through your pant leg, โYou sure you donโt want another one as a parting gift?โ
Thereโs a pang in your gut, arousal mixing with shame, an ugly cocktail prickling at your skin. โPlease forget this ever happened,โ you look at him earnestly while lacing up your shorts. โThis never happened. Okay?โ
โWhatever you say, Virgin,โ his head falls to his shoulder, cocky amusement radiating off him. โRemember this the next time you have sex and he doesnโt play with you first. Remember how easy it was for me to get you begging.โ
Right. He had a point to make, something to prove, and he did. With you. Easily. The words send butterflies swarming through your stomach, a firework show of sparks up your spine and you fucking hate it, how easy it was for him, how easy it was for you to let go. You donโt answer, you reach for the door handle behind you and rip it open instead, he has someone else to fuck tonight. Another name to scratch off his list.
You canโt believe your name is one of them.
Your heart is pounding against your chest as you walk down the hallway, thighs still trembling, you think adrenaline and shame might be the only things keeping you upright. Your ex boyfriend is upstairs, and you just came twice on another manโs face. Wooyoungโs fucking face. Reaching for the handle at the end of the hallway, you let out a verbal sound of frustration before pulling it open.
This should feel liberating. People your age do this every single day, casual sex is normal, but itโs not normal for you. You thought that you could step into Unscriptedโs shoes for a night, you thought the two of you might be one person, but you were wrong. This doesnโt feel good. Maybe you chose the wrong person, maybe if you had hooked up with someone else youโd feel better, possibly even proud of yourself for letting go of the strict rules you made for yourself.
Doubtful. Youโre a relationship girl for a reason, hooking up with someone you have no ties to just feelsโฆ hollow. But thatโs how you felt every time you slept with Yeonjun, too.
When was the last time your blood boiled with so much arousal?
You can feel it in your fingertips, mixed with the anger, the shame, you can feel your body itching for more. His fingers inside you, they were enough to make you finish, but they werenโt enough to fill you.
You bee-line for the bar, you need something to take the edge off. Ignoring the naked people on the couch, you refuse to look to see what the fuck theyโre doing now, you walk behind the bar and grab a bottle of vodka, pouring at least three shots into a crystal glass. Your fingers are trembling, breath short, body tight with stress. What if people find out? What if your friends find out, all of who have already fucked him? No, he promised not to tell anyone, and you most certainly wonโt tell a soul. You take a long sip from the glass, almost choking on the taste, the burn, but itโs necessary.ย
You need to stop the panic before it spreads. Is the feeling really anxiety about what youโve done, or is it just terrifying that a man actually took care of you for maybe the first time in your life? He did exactly what he said he was going to, without expectation of more, and made you feel better than anyone has ever made you feel. Your thighs are still fucking trembling and you didnโt even have sex.
The way he looked up at you, the way he purred so prettyโฆ you send the rest of the glass of vodka back and your body racks a full shiver. That wasnโt about you, that was about proving a point. It wasnโt about you. But is that even possible? Can someone really put that much effort into pleasing a partner if it isnโt about them?
You leave the glass on the bar, making your way through the basement, ignoring the smoke and the people and the laughter and the sound of ping-pong balls bouncing. Youโre wearing your shame like a cloak, keeping your head down as you walk up the staircase, back into the screaming living room vibrating with bass. The music has since shifted to house, a bright beat, accompanied by lights and bodies and a maze you need to push through.
All youโve had is long-term boyfriends, but none of them have made you feel a fraction of what you felt in that room. In that room, you felt wanted, needed, you felt so fucking sexy. Like your pleasure was the only thing that mattered, your body an instrument to be played, he was on his fucking knees to coax you to orgasm. You canโt remember the last time Yeonjun laid down on the bed to attempt to make you cum.
You need to get out of here before you go back down there.
Wooyoung hears your scoff of frustration at the end of the hallway, and he canโt help the way it makes him laugh. Head tipping back, he laughs from his chest, because thatโs the only reaction he could have imagined you to have. You just came on his face twice, yet youโre still stuck in your eternal irritation.
He picks himself up, makes sure thereโs nothing on his shirt, then leaves the room. He plays eeny-meeny-miny-moe on the doors, then pushes the one he lands on open. To his surprise, not only is he right, but sheโs still there, sprawled out across the bed, playing on her phone.ย
Her head whips toward the door, smiling, turning on her side when she sees him, โFinally. Youโre lucky I didnโt leave.โ
โIโm sorry, baby.โ He shoots her an apologetic smile, closing the door behind him. โHad to take care of something real quick.โ
โTake care of me,โ she whines, throwing her phone across the bed, sinking deeper into the mattress, legs prying open. โYou promised.โ
If his dick wasnโt already rock fucking hard, then it would have jumped at the sight. It still jumps, pressing against his nylon briefs, begging to be let out of his jeans. His hands go to the neck of his tee, tugging it over his head, throwing it at the end of the bed as he walks toward her. โYou know I will, baby.โ
He canโt kiss her yet, he knows he canโt. So he pulls her by her ankles to the edge of the bed, unbuttons her denim shorts, and kneels.
He meant it, everything he said to you about this being for his pleasure, something he enjoys. You thought he was bluffing, lying, but this is where he loves to be. Of service, on his knees, hearing the sweet song of pleasure thatโs like a hymnal in his honor, he adores it. Gets off on it.
Except heโs not hearing it, because heโs too busy thinking. He uses his hand, making her arch, her cries louder, borderline pornographic, he grinds his hips against his jeans, or tries to, heโs starved. He works harder, not in the mood to drag it out, he stills his mind, his body, working at the same pace, using the same pressure until sheโs clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking on either side of his head.
โWanna ride you.โ She stops him with a hand on his chest as he crawls over her, and who would he be if he denied a woman of anything? So he lays down beside her, grabs his wallet from his pocket before he shimmies his jeans down his legs, and rolls the condom from his wallet onto his cock.ย
She watches like she wasnโt expecting it. But Wooyoungโs had too many experiences, made too many mistakes to not at least put on a fucking rubber.
Itโs routine, the dirty talk, his hands on her body. Itโs a rhythm, the way she bounces, how his hips snap upward to meet her. Itโs a dance, lips, tongues, hands, angles and stretches, the background music cries, moans, grunts, curse words filling the air.ย
He wonders if you regret it. You didnโt stayโ part of him thought, maybe part of him hoped you would ask for more. That you were curious if he could use his cock as well as he used his mouth. It wasnโt the plan to make you cum twice, but the first one was too quick, and the second was even quicker, he felt like he was in that room for ten minutes, tops.ย
He isnโt finished after he fills up the first condom, and to his satisfaction, neither is she. On all fours, Wooyoung behind her, his hands on her hips, fingers sliding up her spine, taking root in her extensions, it was like he had an itch he couldnโt scratch.ย
It really was like looking up with a virgin. How timid you were in the beginning before you finally gave in, losing yourself to the pleasure, the way you shook with relief, euphoriaโฆ heโll see that in his dreams tonight. He thinks thatโs what has him hooked; knowing what he could do, a physical proof of his own skills.
At a ninety-degree angle, he feels like heโs piercing her. She wails, nails clawing into the bedsheets, toes curling, legs lifting to kick at his thighs, he gets proof of his skills every other day. She clenches around his cock a second time, and he focuses on following, brows furrowed, hips angled.
After tying the second condom and throwing it in the trash, heโs beat. She throws her clothes back on and kisses him goodbye, and it dawns on him that he never got her name. Shame. She was a pretty good fuck. He stares at the ceiling for a few minutes, letting his chest rise and fall until it evens out. He still feels like the scratch isnโt itched, he doesnโt know if his balls have more to spill, or if it doesnโt have to do with sex at all. Did he turn in his assignment before he left the house?
He finds his jeans, pulling out his phone, and on top of the bed, butt-ass naked, he scrolls. He finds your profile after some digging, but he doesnโt follow you, and youโre private. He clicks follow, the button turning to requested, and then he wonders if youโre still at the party. Maybe you re-thought your decision, and were curious about what else he can do with his hands or his mouth. He could probably make you cum without even touching your cute little clit.ย
He dresses himself, then passes the series of half-opened doors, those who didnโt mind people who took a step inside and watched the show. The same people who were on the couch, fully having sex now, those that Wooyoung canโt judge because heโs been one of those people his sophomore year. With his hands in his pockets, he makes his way upstairs, and itโs too cloudy, too loud, the multicolored lights too blinding for him to make out any faces at all.ย
Oh, well. Heโll try to find at least one of the guys from his frat, instead.
His walk is pointless until he finds San, currently taking a body shot off of a new round of women in the kitchen. Heโs shirtless now, and Wooyoung isnโt sure if the sheen on his skin is from sweat or liquor.
โWoo!โ he yells, grinning wide. Definitely liquor. โYouโre next!โ
He looks at the island, the girl laying on her back, and his brows furrow before realization sinks in. โYunjin?โ
โWooyoung!โ she throws an arm out, manicured nails clasping around his wrist. Her top is over her bra, shorts rolled down beneath her belly button, splayed out for anyone who has eyes to see. โPour him a shot, Sannie.โ
โIs Virgin still here?โ he finds himself asking, doing his best to sound curious without any ulterior motives. โI meanโ your roommate.โ
โNooo.โ Yunjin pouts, shaking her head. โShe texted me that she wasnโt feeling well, so she went home. Why do you call her that? Sheโs not even a virgin.โ
Wooyoung shrugs, โClose enough.โ
Yunjin thins her eyes. โYouโre rude.โ
โAnd youโre drunk,โ he argues back. โEnjoy Sannie tonight.โ
โI will!โ she calls after him, and heโs sure none of them watch as he turns, heading for the living room which is a fucking maze, but itโs the only way to the front door. He drank, he fucked, heโs over it. Heโs ready to lay his head down and go to sleepโ after making sure he turned his assignment in.
He slips through bodies, going through his usual motions. Winking, scouting for next time, making promises he may or may not keep, all of them pretty, all of them hammered. It skeeves him, the idea of hooking up with some piss-drunk girl who wonโt remember his name tomorrow. When he fucks, heโs remembered, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
He finds Mingi lounging on a couch by the door. His hair is a little fucked up, most likely by the girl heโs sitting next to, pretty, olive-toned. Wooyoung recognizes her, and itโs for reasons Mingi wouldnโt enjoy hearing if he's planning on getting laid.
โHey, baby.โ He shoots a wink to the dark-haired woman, then looks at Mingi. โYunho still here?โ
โOh my god, scandalous.โ Mingiโs eyes flare with excitement. โGuess who he went home with?โ Wooyoung shrugs, as if to say tell me, I guess. โVirgin.โ
Wooyoungโs jaw drops. Mingi laughs, โI know, scandalous, right? Heโs had a thing for her since the cuff party.โ
โLike, went home together, as in theyโre fucking right now?โ Wooyoung asks, head shaking in disbelief.
Mingi shrugs, โThatโs what it seemed like, I donโt know.โ
โAinโt no way,โ Wooyoung laughs under his breath. โGood for her. Didnโt think she had it in her.โ
He doesnโt really believe it. Thereโs no way that you have four bodies in total, and you not only hooked up with Wooyoung tonight, but youโre also hooking up with Yunho. Thereโs just no way. Itโs too out of character, too bold, tooโฆ un-virgin-like. Heโs going to have to think up a new nickname.
โIโm heading out.โ He dips his chin toward Mingi, reaching out a hand for the older man to clasp. โSee you.โ
He doesnโt wait for Mingiโs returning see you before he turns again, the area around the front door sparse, less bodies, more space to walk through. He doesnโt spot Yeosangโs SUV where he parked it along the street, and he wonders if you and Yunho took it back to the house with the rest of them.ย
โNeed a ride?โ He hears from feet away, a womanโs voice, one he knows.
Minatozaki Sana. He grins, skipping toward the SUV her head was hanging out of, realizing too late that itโs filled with people heโs had sex with. โLadies,โ he announces, nodding his head, looking in through the windows. โSeems we all have something in common.โ
โNot me,โ the dark-haired one says from the backseat. โGet in or donโt, Iโm tired.โ
Wooyoung doesnโt think twice about climbing into the backseat, sitting on the end, next to Momo. The drive is quiet for the most part, Sana focused as she drove, Nayeon in her passenger seat. In the back was the dark-haired woman, Momo, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu who was sitting on the dark-haired oneโs lap. A tight squeeze, but Wooyoung has fit in tighter, like Chaeyoung, sitting beside Momo.
She pulls up at the curb of his frat, parking the car, and not a single head turns to Wooyoung. It doesnโt feel hostile, though; every woman in this car was well aware who Wooyoung is when he fucked them.ย
โGoodnight, ladies,โ he teases as he climbs out of the passenger seat. He winks before closing the door, pointing at the tattooed, dark-haired woman in the middle, โChae, text me later.โ
The car erupts as he jogs away, and he smirks to himself, kinda wishing he could listen. He opens the front door with purpose and the living room is empty, the kitchen empty. He wonders if theyโre in Yunhoโs room. He doesnโt know why heโs tip-toeing up the stairs, or why he feels like heโs doing something wrong. Heโs just curious.
He passes his room, tip-toeing further, praying to fucking god he doesnโt step on one of the squeaky parts of the floor. He just wants to know. He presses his back to the wall beside Yunhoโs room, craning his head closer to the crack, straining to hear anything. A moan, a grunt, a whimper. Anything.ย
But thereโs nothing.
โThe fuck are you doing?โย
He jumps, clasping a hand over his mouth, eyes almost falling out of their sockets. Hongjoong eyes him from across the hallway, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, completely confused.
โNothing, fuck,โ he mutters as he jumps away from Yunhoโs door. โI wanted to see if he was still up.โ
โNo, he went back to that virgin girlโs house, the one you guys are always talking about.โ Heโs using his hand as he speaks, clearly annoyed like heโd just woken up. โI heard someone creeping, I thought we were getting robbed by one of your scorned hookups.โ
โI donโt have any scorned hookups, asshole,โ Wooyoung scoffs as he walks past him, towards his room. โThey all know very well that Iโm romantically unavailable.โ
โNot all of them,โ Hongjoong looks over his shoulder. โTrust me.โ
โVirgin!โ
Your brows furrow, head turning every which way in the midst of the maze, bodies surrounding you, none you recognize. Itโs like a fucking nightclub and youโre in someoneโs house. Canโt they get fined for this?
A hand on your wrist has you whipping around, ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off. Blonde hair greets you, sticking to his forehead, a loose tee leaving another sliver of skin before his baggy, wide-leg jeans. You yell over the music, โDo you have any shirts that fit you?โ
โI like them this way!โ Yunho yells back, his grin wide. โAre you okay?โ
Your head tilts, brows furrowing. โWhy wouldnโt I be?โ
Your blood that was boiling minutes ago seems to settle, slowing into something calmer. The heat shifts from arousal to the comfort of vodka, a warm blanket, like a hole was drilled into your head, setting the pressure free.ย
He shakes his head, his shoulders relaxing. โNothing. You look pretty.โ
โThanks, so do you,โ you smile, head tilting, giddy all of the sudden. โI mean, not pretty, you lookโโ
โNo, Iโll take it,โ he cuts you off, still holding onto your wrist. โI like pretty. Yunjin was looking for you, but do you wanna dance?โ You glance around to the crowd, it really is like a fucking nightclub. People are grinding, jumping to the music, like the beat was hypnotizing them all. You start to shake your head, but Yunho cuts you off, โDonโt say no.โ
Your lips flatten, caught in the act. โIโm not a dancer!โ
โLiar,โ he yells back, his smile impossibly wider, brighter. He tugs on your wrist, dragging you further into the crowd and you giggle as if you werenโt just tweaking the fuck out. โFollow my lead.โ
Finding an open spot between bodies, thighs still twitching and lacking their full strength, you follow his lead. His hips sway from side to side, and he watches as yours try to mimic his, focused. He pops a brow, โFollow my lead, donโt copy me.โ
โWhat the fuck else does follow my lead mean?โ you bark back, standing straight again, hands on your hips, unmoving.
โYour body is as stiff as your attitude,โ he yells, shaking his head as he removes your hands from your hips, replacing them with his own. Your arms shoot upward, bent over your chest, eyes glued to where his hands swallow your hipbones, moving you closer to him, shifting you slightly to the side so your shoulders line up. โNow do it again.โ
You bend your knees, arms lowering, eyes lifting to see him. He grins, โTry actually moving to the beat, Virgin.โ
โDo you have to call me that, too?โ you frown, but listen, waiting a beat to start swaying your hips again. โIโm suffering enough right now.โ
โThatโs what they all call you, San, Wooyoung.โ Your cheeks feel hot at the sound of his name, that same burning kissing up your spine. Your back arches into the movement. Yunho grins, โThere you go, youโre learning.โ
Yunhoโs leg between yoursโฆ if you lowered yourself just a little, youโd be transported to fifteen minutes ago, when you were grinding yourself against Wooyoungโs thigh. Is the mere mention of his name going to send you free diving into your memories for the rest of your life?
Yunhoโs hands find your hips again, leaning close to your ear. โHeโs here.โ
โI know,โ your brows furrow. I spent fifteen minutes with him in a sex room. โI saw him.โ
โIs that why you stopped dancing on the counter?โ Yunho pulls back, hands sliding up to your waist, keeping you moving. โNot a dancer, my ass. Who cares if heโs here? Let him see you.โ
โWhy would I stop because of Wooyoung?โ you ask, running your hands through your hair, arching into Yunhoโs touch, letting the music guide you instead.
Yunhoโs brows furrow. โWooyoung?โ
Your smile is lazy, โWho else?โ
โYour ex.โ Yunhoโs fully confused now. โAre you drunk?โ
โOh!โ Your eyes blow wide, smile dropping. โYes, yeah, I drankโฆ I drank a lot.โ Right right right, tonight started off with you worried about seeing Yeonjun. โI didnโt want to see him, itโs not that I didnโt want him to see me.โ
โI saw him with another guy.โ Yunhoโs lips snag to one side. โIs that why you broke up?โ
You nod. โCaught โem in bed together.โ
Yunhoโs jaw falls open, โIโm so sorry.โ
โItโs fine,โ you say in a sigh, head tipping backward, and somewhere deep inside you, you mean it. โAt least I donโt have to marry him anymore.โ
Yunho laughs, his grip on your waist tighter with your head dipped backward. โYou donโt want to get married?โ
โWhen Iโm old enough,โ youโre smiling as you bring your head upright, reaching for Yunhoโs biceps. You think the vodka might be hitting you now. โIโm not old enough yet, just wanna have fun.โ
โAre you having fun now?โ Yunho sounds playful, teasing. He pulls you closer to him, your abdomen against his. โDancing?โ
You bring one hand up to his neck, palm grazing his soft, sweaty skin, wondering if heโs anything like Wooyoung. Does he view sex the same way? Something casual, fun, like a hobby? If he found out that your boyfriend never cared enough to make you finish, would he get on his knees for you, too?
Thereโs still an ache in the pit of your stomach, space Wooyoungโs fingers had left, you want more. The thrum beneath your skin that youโre confused, maybe even disgusted by, has the wires of your brain tangled, like all the rules you made for yourself no longer exist, a wall broken down.ย
You nod, eyelids heavier, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. Yunhoโs different from Wooyoung, softer, kinder. Like heโs capable of more than one night with a woman, heโs capable of feeling, heโs interested in knowing. He looks at you like heโs curious, like thereโs more to you than the girl with a boyfriend, the girl who got cheated on, the Virgin.ย
Wooyoung was just interested in seeing how fast he could make you finish, and Yeonjun was just interested in getting you out of his bed so Beomgyu could take your place. Yunho seems to be interested in you.
โDo you want something toโฆ take your mind off the situation?โ His cheeks turn a dusty rose color, clear under the lights that flicker white. His lips curl, โOr is dancing enough fun?โ
โIs it bad if I do?โ you find yourself asking. โWant a distraction?โ
The distraction is for two completely separate purposes, you think.
He shakes his head, smile growing, leaning closer to you. โIs it bad that Iโve wanted to kiss you since the night of the cuff party?โ
โI wish you had,โ you whisper. โTrust me.โ
He smiles before leaning in, pressing his lips to meet yours, and thereโs a fraction of the haste Wooyoung used. Itโs slow, a curious exploration, like he isnโt sure if youโre fully okay with this and he doesnโt want to push you too far. Your hand on his neck slides up into his hair, the other glued to his bicep following as his hands lead down to your hips, keeping you moving to the music.ย
He tastes like beer, but thereโs a sweetness to it, like he was chewing gum, or took a shot of something flavored. Your tongue slips between his lips, tasting him, bending toward him, youโre sure he can taste your desperation, your need. The part of you still left unsatisfied.
โYou taste like vodka,โ he whispers into your mouth, his lips still touching yours.
You smile, a breath of amusement tumbling off your lips, โCaught.โ
He kisses you again, harder this time, using his height to tip you backward. Your hips tilt toward him, arms hooked around his shoulders, meeting his pace with a need of your own. His hands sneak around you, taking two fistfuls of your ass, grinding you into him and it forces a sharp gasp from your lips, a streak of red-hot warmth up your spine.
Youโre too aware of the people around you. You need more, and you need it now, but you donโt need extra eyes watching it all unfold.
โYunho,โ you whisper through your panting.
โMind all empty yet?โ he muses, smiling.
Yes, this is about you. This is about you.
โNo,โ you bite your lip, pecking his lips again. โGonna need more than that, I think.โ
โDonโt worry,โ he leans in close, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. โIโm good at making pretty girls go dumb.โ
โLetโs go,โ you blurt, hands finding his wrists, holding onto them. โJen will stay out late, I wanna go, letโs go to my apartment.โ
โAre you sure?โ His brows raise, raising his arms you were still holding onto. โYouโ are you sure?โ
โIโm sure.โ Youโre nodding rapidly, and maybe youโre trying to convince yourself, too. โYou said you wanted to be my distraction, right?โ
โI do, but youโreโโ
โIโm fine,โ you drop his wrists. โI promise. Letโs go.โ
He nods, hands finding your shoulders, turning you around before he guides you through the crowd. With his height, he can see where to move, where the small pockets of space are, and thereโs a part of you that kinda enjoys not having to think, that likes just being guided in the right direction, without having to figure out for yourself what it is.
โThose are my friends,โ he says in your ear, guiding you toward four guys standing together. All pretty small, thereโs one with bright, orange hair, a blonde one, a taller one with dark hair, and one you recognize from the night at the Penny.
The blonde sees you and Yunho first. โGood timing, if youโre looking for a ride.โ
You can hear Yunhoโs grin behind you, โWe are, but itโs to her place.โ
The brunette stares you down, brows knitted together like there are many pieces floating around and not one of them is being put together. You keep a small smile on your cheeks, not in the mood to explain.
Yunho puts his elbow on your shoulder, pointing at each one of the men in front of you. โHongjoong, Yeosang, Seonghwa, Jongho.โ
You nod, storing the information for later, and introduce yourself. Jongho asks, โDonโt they call you Virgin?โ
Your lips flatten. โUnfortunately.โ
The three other heads look up to Yunho, confused, maybe concerned. Yunho quickly fixes the misconception, โSheโs not a virgin, Wooyoung came up with it.โ
Then thereโs a chorus of ahโs like that just makes sense to them or something. And knowing Wooyoung, you guess it makes sense to you, too. Fuck. You donโt want to think about him right now.
โGuys!โ Another man approaches, massively tall like Yunho, but thicker with muscle. His hair is dark, short, choppy, in a hot way. The sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose are really doing something for you. He asks, โHave you guys seen Sannie?โ
โI heard thereโs a stripper pole in one of the side rooms,โ Seonghwa responds, his voice cool, calm. โCheck there.โ
The man pushes his sunglasses over his head, and you realize heโs noticed you, standing small in front of Yunho. His eyes thin out as he asks, โIs this Virgin?โ
Your lips flatten again. Does everyone know now? Is this becoming a thing?
โIn the flesh,โ you respond, then ask, โWho are you?โ
โMingi,โ he says, grinning from ear to ear. โYouโre really cute.โ He looks up at Yunho. โSheโs really cute.โ
โI know,โ Yunho says from behind you, matching Mingiโs tone, filled with giddiness. They must be close. Yunho turns to the rest of the group, โAre we going? Can we go?โ
โPlease,โ Hongjoong says, already making for the front door.
Itโs like theyโre split down the middle, the introverted ones and the extroverted ones. Although, you donโt really think Wooyoung is extroverted, you think he might just be a whore. Fuck. You did it again.
Yeosangโs SUV is parked at the end of the driveway, you give him your address for him to put into the GPS after squeezing into the backseat, knee bouncing. In the crowd, with his lips, his hands on you, you were certain you wanted this. A thousand percent certain. Now, itโs more likeโฆ five hundred percent.
The ride to your apartment is quiet, Jongho already asleep by the time Yeosang dropped you off, even if the drive was only seven minutes long. Hongjoong looked like he was drifting, too, his eyes half open. You thanked Yeosang and climbed out, Yunho following you up to the second floor.
Your kitchen still had remnants of your pregame scattered across it, and you can only imagine what your bedroom looks like. Then it dawns on you that you had another manโs mouth on you an hour ago.ย
โIโm gonna go freshen up,โ you tell Yunho, hoping your smile doesnโt look nervous. You point to your door, โMy bedroom is right through there.โ
You skip into your bathroom, immediately turning on the shower and undressing. The water may be hot, but it might as well be ice cold with how reality is pouring over your head, and thereโs a man in your fucking bedroom. A man you barely know.ย
And you made him come here.
You shower quickly, washing the remnants of Wooyoung off of you, and then swish some mouthwash around, removing him from you completely. You feel better after, but thereโs still a level of uncertainty that you canโt shake.ย
In your towel, you walk back to your bedroom, and heโs poking around on your shelf, looking at all of your figures, your trinkets, your music albums. โHi,โ you say from the doorway, and he jumps back like you scared him.ย
โFuck,โ he clutches his heart with a laugh. He points to your figures, โYou like Jujutsu Kaisen?โ
โNo, I just love Gojo,โ you tease, stepping into your room. โHave you seen the new season?โ
โYes,โ his smile spreads, excitement in his eyes. Like a puppy. โStill donโt understand the Culling Games, though.โ
โThen you arenโt reading enough Reddit threads,โ you respond, tone snarky. His eyes sink down to your towel, your bare feet. Your lips scrunch to one side, heartbeat picking up, โWill you be mad at me if I maybe changed my mind?โ
His face immediately bends into concern, โNo, fuck no, are you kidding? Do you want me to go? Yeosang is definitely still awake, I can ask himโโ
โNo,โ you interject. โI donโt know if itโs weird, and I understand if not, butโฆ you donโt have to go. I just don't want toโฆ do anything until I know you a little better, if thatโs okay.โ
He walks toward you with a genuine smile, one so comforting that it makes the unease in your chest disappear. โOf course thatโs okay, itโs not weird at all. Youโre lucky I saw the Gojo figures, though, โcuz I might have left if I didnโt know Iโd be sleeping beside them.โ
โDonโt fucking rob me.โ You raise a finger between your bodies in warning. โI paid, like, four hundred bucks for the prison realm one.โ
โLet me take a picture and I wonโt,โ he argues, raising a finger back at you. โDo you want me to step out while you change?โ
โOh.โ You look down at your towel then back up at him. โSure, whatever, thatโs fine.โ
He does step out while you change into a pair of shorts and a tee, clean ones you got from the clean pile of laundry in the corner of your room. That pile was growing smaller by the day. You climb into your bed, calling him back in, and he joins you so comfortably itโs almost like he belongs here. He radiates comfort, kindness, nothing like the fuckboy energy Wooyoung gives off, or the detached energy Yeonjun has.ย
โWanna watch TV? We can order a pizza or something,โ you wonder, looking over at Yunho lounged out next to you, his arms behind his head, jeans still on his body. โI might have an old pair of Yeonjunโs sweatpants or something.โ
You crawl off the bed without waiting for an answer, digging through your drawers. Finally finding an old pair of dark green sweatpants that were absolutely Yeonjunโs, you throw them at him, and he catches them swiftly as he sits up. โAre these from Urban?โ
You shrug from the floor, โI dunno. They look long enough, though.โ
Yunho stands, unbuckling his belt, then unzips his jeans. You know you should give him privacy, but heโs in briefs, and even softโ even soft he would probably tear you apart. He hears your intake of breath, looking up, then a smirk tugs at his lips as he pulls the sweats up his legs. โAre you peeping, you fuckinโ pervert?โ
โIโm sorry!โ you squeak, cheeks flushing, quickly looking away.ย
โYou can look,โ he says coolly, his voice a genuine threat to your wellbeing. โI donโt mind.โ
You still ache. โIโm just happy I got a warning.โ
He laughs at that, from his chest, genuine. โYou think you need one?โ
You still donโt turn your head. โI know I do. I needโฆ preparation for that.โ
โWhy so shy?โ You hear the bed squeak like heโs laying back down, and reluctantly, you turn your head. Heโs on his side, head propped up on his hand, grinning like a Cheshire cat. โFirst time seeing a dick in real life? Donโt tell me youโre really a virgin.โ
โNo, asshole,โ you scowl, standing up, even though you know heโs joking. You press a knee to the mattress, crawling toward him. โYours is just terrifyingly large.โ
โTerrifyingly?โ He grins, laying on his back as you crawl closer to him, the upper half of your body leaning over him. โI think youโll be able to take it, when youโre ready. Iโll prepare you.โ
โWe were supposed to be hooking up,โ you frown, sitting back on your calves. โI feel bad making you wait.โ
He shakes his head, โIโm patient, and I like you. I donโt mind waiting.โ His face drops after he realizes what he just said. โI know you just got out of a relationship, please donโt get freaked out. I mean I like you in a friendly way, not in a serious way, Iโm not tryingโโ
You laugh, head dipping forward. โYou basically just met me, Yunho.โ
โI had a lot of time to snoop in here,โ he answers, looking around your room. โI can tell youโre cool.โ
โYou can tell from my four hundred dollar Gojo figure?โ You pop a brow, still laughing a little.
โThat, and your music taste, and your other anime figures,โ he grins. โGreat music taste, great taste in anime, terrible taste in men. Besides me, of course.โ
You laugh again, then decide to shut him up by leaning down, pressing a kiss to his lips. His hands come up to your cheeks as you kiss him deeper, moving your hair out of the way, shifting so you can crawl over him easier. Your tongue splits his lips and his knees bend, hands moving to your hips, shifting you forward to what you presume is away from his length.
You stop kissing him before it gets any heavier, and press your forehead to his. โYouโre cool, too. For waiting.โ
โWooyoung is the only asshole in our frat,โ he looks at you, his eyes honest, warm. โHe shouldnโt represent the rest of us.โ
The evil part of you hopes he represents them in the one area it matters.
โLetโs order pizza,โ you smile, crawling off his torso.
masterlist ๐ฌ
๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ฒ โ ๐ฝ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ข๐๐.
๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ; Headcanons on how I view Wooyoung as a sugar baby.
๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ; Sugarbaby!Wooyoung x Fem!Reader.
โ โ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ : 301. โ โ ๐๐๐ง๐ซ๐ : Smut. โ โ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ : Alcohol consumption, begging, whining, dick riding, lwk submissive!wooyoung, hickeys, and a creampie.
โก โ ๐๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogryffindor @fixon-min @groovyravenagain @matznana @smuttaburger send a ask to be added or removed!
A/N โ Completely burnt out, but I needed to upload something. So, here.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who looks at you with puppy dog eyes, simply to make you cave and give in to what he wants.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who blushes whenever you compliment him, using it as a power point to get what he wants from you.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who sticks out his bottom lip whenever he asks for you to buy him something rather expensive. Knowing that trick usually works against you.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who sometimes likes to plan and pay for your dates together, but thatโs only on your birthdays.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who brags to his friends about what he got from you, saying โlook at what my mama got me!โ Over and over.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who likes it when you remind him that youโre strictly his sugar mama, it turns him on when youโre completely honest about your intentions for the night.
โ โHey, pretty mama.โ โWhat, woo?โ โIf Iโm good tonight, do you think I could get a new phone?โ
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who calls you when heโs drunk, not for anything or for money. He simply just wants you to fuck him, youโve completely ruined him for anyone else.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who likes when you make him beg for you to touch him, not quite breaking down into tears but close enough.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who lets out the most high pitched whine when you finally impale yourself on him, fisting the bedsheets while his back arches.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who gets so needy that he tries to fuck up into you, but his hips are too sloppy to give himself the satisfaction he was seeking.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who sits up off the bed simply so he can bury his face into your neck, trailing hickeys down your pulse point.
Sugarbaby!wooyoung who chants โuse meโ over and over right before he cums, bucking his hips up so you couldnโt get up before he did.
grazia.sg
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WHOA MINGI
Ateez when their child texts them through their s/oโs phone
.ใปโซใปใใปใ..ใปโซใปใใปใ
fluff
Hongjoong
Seonghwa
Yunho
Yeosang
San
Mingi
Wooyoung
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