!! ✷ synopsis: you always end up seeing the same boy on set–and when you two grow to like each other, it’s hard to stay apart for long.
!! ✷ tags: nsfw (mdni!!!!), some filth, fingering, pnv, semi-public sex, plot what plot, reader and woonhak are both teases, casual to ?, cute ending tho
!! ✷ wc: ~1.5K
a/n. hi this is short and just pure lust over this stupid fucking magazine cover. woonhak lately.. i was going crazy. still am. debating my aesthetics for posts/blog too sigh..
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you were a production assistant, but, somehow ended up seeing woonhak at countless shoots. whether it was for one magazine, fashion drop, or another.
he noticed you, quickly learning your face and making conversation with you during down-time, both of you bright-eyed and curious.
woonhak wasn't shy with his interest in you, either.
it made you flustered to think about. so it was only natural that you entertained it; the boy was charming beyond belief.
did you really know him? well, no, but you did know his open smile and playful demeanor.
so it was only natural, then, that you found yourself messing around with him at the end of his shoots.
today, he just looked so put together, with his arms the highlight of the solo shoot pose. you couldn’t ignore him for long.
woonhak hadn’t even gone back to wardrobe yet—no, he had ushered you down a hallway into a spare room, insisting nobody would come looking so fast.
“hey,” you grumbled, lightly pushing him off of you. upon taking in your surroundings, you realized you were confined to a closet, shelves sparse.
“what do you think we’re doing?” you goaded, relishing in the way his face scrunched up.
“just taking a moment,” he oversimplified. his hands rubbed at your sides, quick to wander under the edge of your shirt.
his chest brushed yours as he leaned in, lips angling down, but at the last moment you turned your head, instead getting a kiss on the cheek.
the grin on your face was intense as you heard him whine, his fingers pulling you back by your chin. woonhak held your gaze, his tongue poking his cheek.
you barely had a moment to appreciate him in this state, up close. flattering eye makeup, light blush dusting his cheeks, and a bright white tee that complimented his figure.
“you’re so pretty,” you breathed, hands on his arms. you felt the muscle there, and the way it flexed as he guided your mouth to his with no room for play.
woonhak kissed you easily, deeply, keeping you close and easing his tongue in. he lapped at you, tasting you for all it was worth, the two of you shifting with increasing tension.
when you urged him back to catch your breath, he trailed his lips to the side of your neck, tugging your collar to the side so he could pinch the sensitive skin between his teeth. he pulled back with a satisfied groan, already seeing the purple beginning of a hickey.
“woonhak…” you trailed, scratching at his scalp. “we can’t stay here too long.” though your voice lacked any real conviction.
“we can stay,” he mumbled against your jaw, lifting his head to look at you. “don’t worry.”
you opened your mouth to counter, voice dying when he pressed two fingers to your lower lip. “i- i just…” you tried.
woonhak then eased them forward, watching as you took his digits into your mouth. in moments, you felt subdued, your tongue sliding over his fingers as he rocked them in and out.
“you love to argue,” he whispered. “i’ll just tell them you were helping me.” which wasn’t wrong, after all.
the back of a shelf dug into your back, but you paid it no mind as woonhak fumbled with the edge of your skirt, his free hand pushing it aside with haste. a soft noise escaped you as he rubbed over your underwear, feeling how wet you were already.
he couldn’t help the pleased look on his face at the discovery, pushing your underwear to the side and sliding a finger through the slickness. your eyes fluttered and you hummed around his fingers, a needy whine leaving you.
woonhak then pulled his fingers away from your warm mouth, and you suddenly felt him prod at your entrance, your focus snapping back to him. he crowded you, his lips sliding over yours as he slowly sunk in one finger, and then another.
“like this, baby?” he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, his fingers curling as he pumped them into you. you struggled to stifle the gasp that ripped out of you, clinging to his frame as he mouthed your neck.
“fuck, i- ugh, have more work after this...”
but he persisted, his palm flattening to brush your clit. the motion was starting to make your legs shake with pleasure. woonhak quickly moved to smother your lips and swallow the sounds building in your throat.
your arms were around his neck as you writhed against his hand, whining as he bit your lower lip. “woonhak,” you mumbled. “please, i need...”
“hmm?” he pulled back to watch your expression twist as his wrist snapped a bit faster. “can you say it?”
“you– please, i need you in me, before i–” you faltered as he easily slipped his fingers out, your legs positively trembling as he quickly pushed at the black pants he wore. without a care, he swiped his wet fingers over his boxers, before lowering them too.
your heart pounded as he placed both of his hands on your hips, kissing you fiercely. suddenly, you were being turned around, your arms coming to rest on the shelf as woonhak’s grip remained tight. his low breaths tickled the back of your neck, your body tense as his hands moved to pull at your panties.
in this state, he was the only thing you wanted or could think about. this wasn’t the first time you two had messed around, but it was the first time you’d gone so far.
“you’re still good?” he asked softly, nuzzling into your neck when you nodded. heat flooded your body as his hands slid up your bare legs, skirt bunched and pushed out of the way. his hips tentatively pushed forward, and you felt him brush against your core.
gradually, his arms snaked around you, one moving to your lower stomach and the other across your chest. woonhak caught your lips as he began to steadily rock forward, his cock sliding against your folds. every now and again, it caught on your entrance, or bumped your clit, making you gasp.
he groaned as you sucked on his tongue, pulling back to carefully push himself into you. this angle was tight, woonhak shallowly thrusting to push past that ring of muscle.
meanwhile, all you could do was groan and hum at the sensation, his arms secure around you. his movements were languid, not in a rush whatsoever, as his hands explored. the lower one shifted lower, rubbing over your clit, and making you squirm. the higher one groped at your chest through your shirt, woonhak roughly pinching at your nipples through the fabric.
“still worried about work?” he teased, lips on your nape. now, he had fully worked into you, rutting forward at an increasing pace. you mewled, feeling him everywhere and all over the sensitive points of your body.
“ahh, woonhakkie,” you cried softly, shuddering as jolts of pleasure moved through you, making your legs weak. his breathing had grown heavier too, tongue sliding up the shell of your ear.
he did everything he could to hold you as close as possible, until he started to lose himself in bliss. his arms moved, coming to hold your hips in an ironclad grip and watch the way he sunk into you, over and over.
“jagi,” he panted, mesmerized by the sight before him. you had slumped forward onto the shelf, face buried in your arms as your body bounced.
he then swept forward, his arm coming across your chest–basically your neck–and pulled you to stand upright again. all of you felt pulled taut in this position, melting into your high as he weakly slammed into you. shaky, your hands came to grab at his arm, nails in his muscle.
with a deep shiver, you felt the tension in your lower half finally snap, releasing. woonhak held you in place as he stilled, whimpering with each shallow thrust. gently, he let go of you, pressing a kiss to your temple and letting you lean against the shelf.
woonhak gradually pulled out, the motion slow on purpose. as you tried to catch your breath, you missed the way he put himself away and dipped to his knees.
“oh!” you yelped, almost wincing when you felt his tongue drag over your inner thighs, and then your cunt–everything buzzed with sensitivity. when he shuffled back, you turned to face him, eyes wide at the gesture.
he idled, still on his knees. “just cleaning you up,” he offered, guiding your legs through your underwear. you furrowed your brow as he stood up, hands rubbing your sides.
“that does the opposite of clean me up, actually.”
woonhak pretended to think. “oh... guess you’ll have to catch me when your shift ends, hm? dinner?”
“this is how im being asked out?” you giggled.
he paused, before tilting his head closer. “i was looking for a yes or a no…”
you gently shoved at his chest, but he stayed close. “yes, of course we can. i’d love to.”
woonhak grinned, dipping his head to press a light kiss to your lips. “it’s a date.”
꩜ synopsis: when a small coincidence at a party unknowingly pits you between two friends, things start to get real complicated, real fast. or, where taesan and woonhak are messy and both want you.
a/n. this was meant to be a oneshot but i couldn't stop myself also writing debut very nervous ahah… would love to hear thoughts! this took me so long to figure out but omg i finished it..
[ PART 1. PART 2. PART 3. ]
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oh, yes. costume parties.
it wasn’t even halloween yet. it was literally september.
however, your campus was notorious for partying and even more so… that-one-really-well-known-frat-and-or-sorority that always did costume parties.
the week had just come to close, with friday night moving in fast, and your friends were already dragging you down the street. with what little time you had after your last class, you had done your best to freshen up and create your makeshift costume: supergirl.
truthfully, you didn’t even know the character that much—and in a way, you almost wanted to avoid something so cliché—but you just happened to find it on sale.
after buying a cheap bodysuit, you layered with “reporter” clothing: a button-up, a skirt, tie, some boots, and a camera hanging from your neck. plus, your glasses naturally added to the outfit.
it had depth, kept you comfortable, and felt recognizable enough if you pulled your shirt open; which, unfortunately, was the perfect gimmick for a frat house.
now you enjoyed socializing, of course, but still felt you needed the emotional support of a group to survive for hours on end. thankfully, your friends were exactly that, even if they told you to “lighten up” from time to time.
a hand waving in your face snapped you out of your thoughts. “hey- hello? we’re almost there.” your friend, dressed as a black cat, was trying to capture your focus again.
“sorry, yes,” you blinked, taking in the street around you. it was lined with houses of fellow frats and sororities, most of which were already crawling with people. it was freshly dark outside.
upon checking your phone, you grimaced. only 8:43 pm. this felt like a long night already.
you wandered after your group as they pushed inside, immediately hit with the congested air of a packed house. the amount of people filtering in astounded you, but you tried to ignore it in favor of finding a drink and having a good time.
when you bent down to find yourself something from a cooler, elated to find a seltzer, you nearly bodied someone as you stood again.
“oh shit- i’m sorry,” you quickly spoke, looking up. your hands naturally gravitated to their arms, trying to ensure they were steady.
before you was a man in one of those cheap superhero costumes (like yourself), and with small smile, you realized, the flash.
his face was familiar, but you couldn’t place it in the dim light—eyes like a cat with shaggy black hair. then, it dawned on you as he spoke.
“yeah, shit, should’ve saw that coming, hey?” it was taesan, a guy in your physics discussion.
“taesan?” you tried, your hands falling from him. “i think we have physics—”
“—heyy!!” suddenly another boy appeared, dressed as the green lantern. he had dark brown hair and a wild grin, slinging an arm around taesan’s shoulders. his weight nearly pushed the other boy over.
“ah, woonhak,” taesan scolded, pushing him aside.
another familiar face from class.
his attention fell back to you, and the three of you shuffled away from the drinks to make space for another wave of people.
“oh, i know you,” taesan nodded, leaning in slightly so you could hear him over the music and chatter. “this uh- this is woonhak, my friend, he…”
the two of you looked towards woonhak, who loosely clung to taesan’s side, looking a bit worse for wear as he nursed a red solo cup. taesan rolled his eyes at the other boy, indifferent.
“ah, you guys usually come out to these?” you tried making conversation, relaxing on the wall next to you.
taesan dove into a thought about having fun with his friends, but not entirely enjoying these things long-term. you nodded, attention on him, for sure—but you couldn’t miss how woonhak looked over at you from time to time.
he was looking all over the place, his energy muted after taesan had scolded him, but when taesan was focused on you, his eyes drifted back… and up, and down.
when a natural lull in the conversation formed, you moved to taesan, talking near his ear. “is woonhak… always like this?”
“like what?” taesan countered, pulling back only slightly to look at you. his eyes flicked over your coy, but shy expression.
“i don’t know, very obvious?” you trailed off, eyes flickering to woonhak, who pretended like he wasn’t curious about the two of you speaking. you were being very obvious right now, too.
taesan shifted, scratching the back of his neck. “he’s had two beers max, i’m so serious.”
you covered your mouth as you giggled, woonhak picking up on it and surging closer. “what? what is it?” you waved your hand dismissively, shooing him back.
“i think he’s been having a good time,” you grinned, noticing the way their eyes seemed to assess each other, and then you again.
“correct!” he proclaimed, suddenly eyeing you. “hey, what’s even your costume?”
suddenly remembering you all matched, you went to excitedly unbutton the top of your shirt, before pulling it open and revealing the signature "S" on your chest. “ta-da! we’re matching!”
taesan smirked, while woonhak gave an excited shout. “yes! great minds think alike.” in his hyper state, he had grabbed onto taesan, shaking him a bit as he spoke. with wide eyes, you laughed at the gesture, fishing your phone out. “we have to take a picture together.”
woonhak quickly jumped into frame as you lifted your phone, taesan fitting in on the other side. when the angle was right, you snapped a few, grinning as woonhak joined you in doing various poses. “i’ll have to send you guys these,” you murmured.
“people will think we came together,” taesan chuckled, the three of you now floating towards a different area of the party. briefly, you leaned towards taesan, a small flutter of confidence in your chest. you kind of knew him, so you felt more comfortable pestering him now.
“hey,” you pulled on his arm slightly. “is he a good friend of yours?” it definitely seemed there was some sort of pull here, and well, who were you to ignore that? why not shoot your shot?
what you didn’t detect was taesan’s flinch, his gut coiling with something he couldn’t quite place yet. “what, am i your wingman now?” it came off a bit sharper than he intended.
“ah– no, i just,” your face warmed, feeling bashful. “i was just curious, i didn’t mean anything.” but you did, and taesan could pick up on it, of course. he wondered about your sudden interest in woonhak, but tried to brush it off.
taesan just huffed next to you, suddenly steering you guys to another room. an intense game of beer pong caught your eye, the three of you leaning in to watch.
it was two guys who were somehow both losing horrendously (or winning, technically) and paying the price, their aims pathetic at this stage of inebriation.
you clasped a hand over your mouth, trying to hide your shocked expression. “this is terrible.”
“i would do much better at this,” woonhak spoke absentmindedly. taesan furrowed his brows at the comment, poking woonhak in the ribs and earning a small yelp.
“woonhak, you aim like this completely sober, i don’t think so.” taesan sneered. you could feel them behind you, exchanging a tense glance. curious, you looked back, arching a brow.
“are you guys… going to fight over hypothetical beer pong? or actually play?” you taunted, trying to flame that competitive glare between them. woonhak looked at you first, his gaze intense as it settled on you.
“yes, REAL beer pong. taesan, we’re next.” in an instant, he was tugging the other boy past you, the table opening up just in time as the other two had to surrender and stumble away.
you flushed a bit as they brushed by, hoping it was masked by the atmosphere. the both of them were cute, you realized, and they certainly seemed like a pair. you couldn’t help but stare at woonhak in particular, though.
the rest of the night, well, it went quickly.
when they faced off, it was unfortunate for the oh-so-bold woonhak. so unfortunate, that taesan still had four cups left and woonhak only had one left. struck with sympathy, you had taken two drinks for him–and while watching him do so poorly, literally moved him to the side to replace him.
“okay,” you called, holding the ball in front of you. “taesan… you will lose.” woonhak hovered at your side, a bit disgruntled, but wanting the same thing.
taesan met your gaze, eyes narrow. he only arched his brow, a devious smirk on his face as you bounced and missed. your face fell, but he failed to get your remaining cup too. it went on like this a few more times, but you managed to get three of his cups, the game suddenly even.
taesan put a hand to chest after downing the third drink, grimacing. “agh, oh my god,” he complained, ripe with nervous energy as he watched you set up for another shot.
you whipped your head to the left, finding woonhak looking equally on edge–time to up the ante.
“woonhak,” you began, deadly serious. the grip you had on his arm was probably harder than necessary. “if i get this… promise me one thing.”
woonhak’s eyes widened, turning to face you fully. “yes?” he prompted. the excited curiosity on his face made you giggle, suddenly turning away from him to shoot.
“um… kiss me!” you said quickly, not bothering to take in his flustered expression as you went for the win. one bounce, two bounces, three bounces, and–
“YES!” you shot upwards in victory, watching the ball drop into the final cup. as you spun with glee, you were surprised to find yourself having such a spectacular time at a stupid party.
a pair of hands pulled you into a hug, woonhak jumping with you for a moment. he gave you a quick squeeze, a wide grin on his face as he looked down at you for a beat.
but, the rush subsided and you looked across the table.
“yeah, yeah,” taesan sighed, taking the last cup and downing it unceremoniously. his gaze stayed on you as he set the cup back down, looking like a very sore loser. his rapt attention was on how woonhak loosely had his arm around your waist.
“come on, come on,” you purposefully held onto woonhak, rounding the table to crash into taesan. despite being the dissatisfied party, he let you both parade around him for a minute, the corners of his mouth twitching up.
“okay, you two,” he said eventually, “i think i’ve had enough.” a gentle force, he guided the two of you away, hoping to find fresh air.
the flash of anger he had earlier felt like a distant memory as he saw the way you and woonhak matched each others’ energy, unable to hide his slight smile. but, this peace was short-lived.
“hey, i need a minute,” you said off-handedly. “bathroom.”
taesan turned to assess you, pursing his lips. “do you want one of us to come…?” but you had already started moving back through the crowd, with woonhak trailing after, no– you were pulling him after you, actually.
taesan froze, his heart pounding. it wasn’t that he doubted anyone’s intentions, no, he just didn’t want to see woonhak so quickly get your favor. at least he could recognize that now. what the fuck?
a million scenarios ran through his head, but what was going to do? he didn’t control you, or woonhak, as much as it bothered him now. with a scowl, he turned away to find a corner to hide in. or maybe leave, if he brooded too much.
“tch. not worth my time,” he grumbled to himself, losing sight of you two.
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meanwhile, you had very few concerns.
the two of you were certainly buzzed, but shit–you knew you wanted this as soon as you saw him. and clearly, he did too.
woonhak had trailed closely behind you as he realized this was really happening, unafraid to be in your space as you finally slipped into the bathroom. to your surprise, it seemed relatively clean, but you didn’t have too long to take in your surroundings as woonhak crowded you.
his hands were careful as they turned you around, the two of you standing near the edge of the counter. you grinned at his expression; he was like an excited puppy as he gazed down at you, soft and curious, not quite sure what to do or say.
“is this okay?” he asked, unable to control how his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips to the rest of you. a bit breathless, you moved to pull him in, your hands sliding to his face.
“of course it is,” you murmured between kisses. woonhak slowly let himself melt into you, his lips sliding against yours, paired with soft noises as you scratched at his scalp.
naturally, you found yourself pressed back against the counter, cold and hard at your lower back. it was impossible to care, though, when woonhak’s warmth encompassed you. one of his arms fell to the surface behind you, while the other wrapped around you, pulling you in by the nape of your neck.
he was the first to break away, lips already puffy as he found the hinge of your jaw, then the spot below your ear, and the column of your neck… he persisted, too, when he felt the way you shivered at the sensation.
“oh,” you gasped aloud when he sucked at the junction of your neck, the hard line of his body pressed against yours. he weaseled one of his legs between yours, only to remember that annoying skirt was in his way–so he quickly grabbed the bottom of it, pushing the fabric up to your waist.
in the heat of the moment, though, neither of you had realized one thing: you still both wore a silly costume with layers that only prolonged your needs being fulfilled. the two of you paused, glancing at yourselves.
“agh, fuck,” he grumbled, struggling for a moment to open the back of his costume and shimmy it off. in turn, you shucked your outer layers, pulling the zipper at your side down and internally cursing yourself.
woonhak caught you off guard when he moved forward, his hand replacing yours and helping you slip off that blue leotard. it gave way to your bare body, save for your bra and underwear, heat rushing through you.
woonhak held his face close to yours–now you saw that underneath, he had been wearing a plain shirt and shorts. gently, you went to reach under the fabric, feeling the warmth of his bare skin there, rubbing his sides.
he didn’t need to be told twice. woonhak quickly went to remove his shirt, letting it pool with everything you two had taken off. he pressed his lips to yours, firm but soft, and then descended.
you barely had a chance to appreciate his bare torso, trying to understand all of the dips and ridges of his anatomy as he lowered himself. first, he kissed at your collarbone, shoulder, and your arms as you loosely held onto him.
in that moment, you were undoubtedly aroused as his lips brushed your cleavage, kissing the edge of the bra, trying to nuzzle deeper, as if he wasn’t actively unclasping it.
a wave of cool air hit your chest as it fell away, watching as woonhak glanced upwards one last time. “still okay?” he muttered, noticing the way red crawled up your neck. you nodded with enough certainty that he huffed out a short laugh.
with a lust-driven focus, woonhak’s lips pulled lower, tongue laving directly over your nipple. it was futile trying to control the breaths and whines that left you now, fully falling into it as he kept going.
one of your hands weakly held his head, pushing him further as he switched sides. he licked around the peak, nipping gently at the soft skin there. then, the gentle pinch of teeth on your nipple–you gripped his hair tightly, buzzing with energy and aching deeply.
if you weren’t feeling fucked out before, you were now.
woonhak eased off, taking in your dazed expression and parted lips, and resisting the urge to go back up. instead, he shifted lower, down onto his knees, as he pressed his mouth to your stomach.
the sight made your heart race, stomach tensing with butterflies. he nudged lower and lower, lips brushing the hem of your panties now. “woonhak,” you breathed. it wasn’t nervous, or unsure, just absolutely teeming with energy.
his eyes flicked up, hands suddenly on your hips and questioning as they toyed with the material. “i want to,” he said simply, eyes round with need.
“yes, please.”
everything felt syrupy as your underwear slid down your legs, his hands brushing the sensitive undersides of your thighs. he brought one over his shoulder as he angled forward, his lips on your inner thighs first.
the touches were light, but your legs already started to twitch. your eyes fell shut as he pressed a ticklish kiss where your leg met your hip, then farther to the side, and then– you were glancing down to see him bury himself in the soft hair there, his tongue tasting you.
your hand tangled in his hair, adjusting the angle of your hips against his face, his muffled groan sending vibrations through you. woonhak was so pliable, letting you shift against him, strategically mapping you out with his tongue.
first, he teased your entrance, his tongue bullying that tight ring of muscle and making you squirm. at the same time, his nose brushed higher up, making you mewl at the dual sensation.
“oh my god,” you cried, trembling when he latched onto your clit, harsh as he sucked on it. your head fell to the side, legs like jello as jolts of pleasure moved through you. the feeling was growing, and becoming more and more consuming, sounds falling from your lips steadily.
his hand squeezed at your thigh where it rested on his shoulder, holding you as you struggled to sit still. “fuck,” you whined, woonhak moving back to poke at your hole. “woonhak, please.”
your brain couldn’t catch up with your body, or how rapidly you felt the tension in your gut build to a precipice. everything was warm and electric.
when he returned to lap at your clit, your abdomen clenched, leaning back on the counter for support as pleasant sparks moved through your lower half. “woonhak, i- i’m…”
you stopped yourself from speaking further, letting yourself get lost in the feeling, fingers tight as they pushed his head against you. he only groaned in response, letting you get there–and when you came, gently licking you through it.
if he didn’t help hold you still, you were positive you would've fallen over. your head fell back, and you tried to calm your racing heart as you came down. his hands rubbed at your skin gently, trying to soothe the shaking in your legs.
woonhak eased off of you, carefully setting down your leg as you looked back down. he was positively gone, chin slick, lips puffy, and a very evident boner where he kneeled on the ground.
“come here,” you prompted, only standing up straight when he moved to hold onto you. his lips were on you instantly, tongue and lips soft with the taste of you.
“how was that?” he murmured, barely giving you space to answer as he kissed you again. it flustered you, and you turned your head away with a soft laugh. he only moved to your neck, teeth grazing you.
“it was great,” you breathed. “obviously.” when you finally caught him, you held his face in your hands, gazing back at him.
“let me, now?” you blinked, still attentive to the hard heat pressed near your thigh.
woonhak considered your words, before his hands moved to your waist, pulling you up to sit on the counter, on top of someone’s clothes. you made a surprised noise as he pulled you flush to the edge–flush to his hips.
his shorts had already been pushed down, your body brushing up against the cotton of his underwear. your hand quickly moved to palm at him, relying on touch alone as he bullied his tongue into your mouth.
you weren’t about to let him actually fuck you in a frat house bathroom, no, but you would do the next best thing. where he was hot and heavy under his boxers, you freed him, hand wrapping around his length and slowly dragging upward.
woonhak’s response was immediate, his hips pushing into your grip and his lips faltering against yours. oh, someone’s eager. and already very worked up.
you took the opportunity to pull on his lower lip, your thumb teasing his slit and spreading more of his precum. from there, your pace sped up gradually, taking care to keep it consistent. he crumbled against you, weakly kissing you back, and soon burying his face into the side of your neck.
“ah, please,” he whined, his voice making that dull ache return between your legs. you squeezed his head with precision, feeling the way he twitched in your grasp with every pass. he clung to you, frantic as he turned to lick behind your ear.
almost as quick as it started, woonhak was pulsing in your hand, gasping into your skin as you worked him through it. his release coated your hand as you slowed, a soft whimper escaping him.
“you okay, puppy?” you teased, watching his slowly retract from you. woonhak planted his hands on either side of you, his head hanging as he steadied his breath.
“yes, god,” he huffed, glancing down at himself, then to you. with purpose, you lifted your sticky finger to your lips, licking them clean. woonhak short-circuited in real time, before moving to grab something to clean himself with.
it was hard to not stare at him, even in this dim light. you wanted to see him like this again, you realized, appreciating his features, even with his back to you.
thankfully, it was easy to reconstruct your outfit, if not for your wobbly legs. woonhak did the same, helping you when he could. it was laughable, really, to return to these costumes after everything.
before you could step away, he made a point to grab you and kiss you deeply, successfully stilling your mind, if only for a moment. the warmth in your cheeks was impossible to mask, but you didn’t want to.
the two of you slipped outside together, as casually as you could, but nobody seemed to notice. it was relieving. however, as you came back to reality, and suddenly remembered where you were–
“shit,” you heard woonhak mumble, staring at a notification on his phone. he ran a hand over his face, making an exasperated expression. “ugh, i’m gonna have to deal with him when i get home.”
taesan. right.
“is he… okay?” you probed, your heart jumping. “what, you’ll call him?”
“well–no, i live with him,” he explained.
roommates?
you blinked. well, that made everything ten times worse. “i had no idea, woonhak. shit, i wouldn’t of– we kind of just–”
“no, no,” woonhak dismissed your worries, pulling you into his side. “it’s not a big deal, or your fault.”
however, you had an inkling it kind of was. the feeling made you cringe a bit.
“he can handle himself,” he added bitterly, when he saw the look on your face. “trust me.”
“maybe we should go?” you asked finally, resting against him.
he nodded slowly, a bit unfocused as he seemed to be processing whatever message he had received. “yeah, i’ll walk you back home.”
quickly, you took out your phone to message your long-forgotten group that had brought you here. a quick ‘someone’s taking me home guys, have fun!’ was sure to spark a game of twenty questions later.
you linked an arm with woonhak, and the two of you finally stepped outside into the cool summer night.
it was a bit uncertain what would unfold after this, but you didn’t quite worry when he smiled at you. for now, you’d enjoy the moment.
꩜ synopsis: when a small coincidence at a party unknowingly pits you between two friends, things start to get real complicated, real fast. or, where taesan and woonhak are messy and both want you.
a/n. this was meant to be a oneshot but i couldn't stop myself also writing debut very nervous ahah… would love to hear thoughts! this took me so long to figure out but omg i finished it..
[ PART 1. PART 2. PART 3. ]
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oh, yes. costume parties.
it wasn’t even halloween yet. it was literally september.
however, your campus was notorious for partying and even more so… that-one-really-well-known-frat-and-or-sorority that always did costume parties.
the week had just come to close, with friday night moving in fast, and your friends were already dragging you down the street. with what little time you had after your last class, you had done your best to freshen up and create your makeshift costume: supergirl.
truthfully, you didn’t even know the character that much—and in a way, you almost wanted to avoid something so cliché—but you just happened to find it on sale.
after buying a cheap bodysuit, you layered with “reporter” clothing: a button-up, a skirt, tie, some boots, and a camera hanging from your neck. plus, your glasses naturally added to the outfit.
it had depth, kept you comfortable, and felt recognizable enough if you pulled your shirt open; which, unfortunately, was the perfect gimmick for a frat house.
now you enjoyed socializing, of course, but still felt you needed the emotional support of a group to survive for hours on end. thankfully, your friends were exactly that, even if they told you to “lighten up” from time to time.
a hand waving in your face snapped you out of your thoughts. “hey- hello? we’re almost there.” your friend, dressed as a black cat, was trying to capture your focus again.
“sorry, yes,” you blinked, taking in the street around you. it was lined with houses of fellow frats and sororities, most of which were already crawling with people. it was freshly dark outside.
upon checking your phone, you grimaced. only 8:43 pm. this felt like a long night already.
you wandered after your group as they pushed inside, immediately hit with the congested air of a packed house. the amount of people filtering in astounded you, but you tried to ignore it in favor of finding a drink and having a good time.
when you bent down to find yourself something from a cooler, elated to find a seltzer, you nearly bodied someone as you stood again.
“oh shit- i’m sorry,” you quickly spoke, looking up. your hands naturally gravitated to their arms, trying to ensure they were steady.
before you was a man in one of those cheap superhero costumes (like yourself), and with small smile, you realized, the flash.
his face was familiar, but you couldn’t place it in the dim light—eyes like a cat with shaggy black hair. then, it dawned on you as he spoke.
“yeah, shit, should’ve saw that coming, hey?” it was taesan, a guy in your physics discussion.
“taesan?” you tried, your hands falling from him. “i think we have physics—”
“—heyy!!” suddenly another boy appeared, dressed as the green lantern. he had dark brown hair and a wild grin, slinging an arm around taesan’s shoulders. his weight nearly pushed the other boy over.
“ah, woonhak,” taesan scolded, pushing him aside.
another familiar face from class.
his attention fell back to you, and the three of you shuffled away from the drinks to make space for another wave of people.
“oh, i know you,” taesan nodded, leaning in slightly so you could hear him over the music and chatter. “this uh- this is woonhak, my friend, he…”
the two of you looked towards woonhak, who loosely clung to taesan’s side, looking a bit worse for wear as he nursed a red solo cup. taesan rolled his eyes at the other boy, indifferent.
“ah, you guys usually come out to these?” you tried making conversation, relaxing on the wall next to you.
taesan dove into a thought about having fun with his friends, but not entirely enjoying these things long-term. you nodded, attention on him, for sure—but you couldn’t miss how woonhak looked over at you from time to time.
he was looking all over the place, his energy muted after taesan had scolded him, but when taesan was focused on you, his eyes drifted back… and up, and down.
when a natural lull in the conversation formed, you moved to taesan, talking near his ear. “is woonhak… always like this?”
“like what?” taesan countered, pulling back only slightly to look at you. his eyes flicked over your coy, but shy expression.
“i don’t know, very obvious?” you trailed off, eyes flickering to woonhak, who pretended like he wasn’t curious about the two of you speaking. you were being very obvious right now, too.
taesan shifted, scratching the back of his neck. “he’s had two beers max, i’m so serious.”
you covered your mouth as you giggled, woonhak picking up on it and surging closer. “what? what is it?” you waved your hand dismissively, shooing him back.
“i think he’s been having a good time,” you grinned, noticing the way their eyes seemed to assess each other, and then you again.
“correct!” he proclaimed, suddenly eyeing you. “hey, what’s even your costume?”
suddenly remembering you all matched, you went to excitedly unbutton the top of your shirt, before pulling it open and revealing the signature "S" on your chest. “ta-da! we’re matching!”
taesan smirked, while woonhak gave an excited shout. “yes! great minds think alike.” in his hyper state, he had grabbed onto taesan, shaking him a bit as he spoke. with wide eyes, you laughed at the gesture, fishing your phone out. “we have to take a picture together.”
woonhak quickly jumped into frame as you lifted your phone, taesan fitting in on the other side. when the angle was right, you snapped a few, grinning as woonhak joined you in doing various poses. “i’ll have to send you guys these,” you murmured.
“people will think we came together,” taesan chuckled, the three of you now floating towards a different area of the party. briefly, you leaned towards taesan, a small flutter of confidence in your chest. you kind of knew him, so you felt more comfortable pestering him now.
“hey,” you pulled on his arm slightly. “is he a good friend of yours?” it definitely seemed there was some sort of pull here, and well, who were you to ignore that? why not shoot your shot?
what you didn’t detect was taesan’s flinch, his gut coiling with something he couldn’t quite place yet. “what, am i your wingman now?” it came off a bit sharper than he intended.
“ah– no, i just,” your face warmed, feeling bashful. “i was just curious, i didn’t mean anything.” but you did, and taesan could pick up on it, of course. he wondered about your sudden interest in woonhak, but tried to brush it off.
taesan just huffed next to you, suddenly steering you guys to another room. an intense game of beer pong caught your eye, the three of you leaning in to watch.
it was two guys who were somehow both losing horrendously (or winning, technically) and paying the price, their aims pathetic at this stage of inebriation.
you clasped a hand over your mouth, trying to hide your shocked expression. “this is terrible.”
“i would do much better at this,” woonhak spoke absentmindedly. taesan furrowed his brows at the comment, poking woonhak in the ribs and earning a small yelp.
“woonhak, you aim like this completely sober, i don’t think so.” taesan sneered. you could feel them behind you, exchanging a tense glance. curious, you looked back, arching a brow.
“are you guys… going to fight over hypothetical beer pong? or actually play?” you taunted, trying to flame that competitive glare between them. woonhak looked at you first, his gaze intense as it settled on you.
“yes, REAL beer pong. taesan, we’re next.” in an instant, he was tugging the other boy past you, the table opening up just in time as the other two had to surrender and stumble away.
you flushed a bit as they brushed by, hoping it was masked by the atmosphere. the both of them were cute, you realized, and they certainly seemed like a pair. you couldn’t help but stare at woonhak in particular, though.
the rest of the night, well, it went quickly.
when they faced off, it was unfortunate for the oh-so-bold woonhak. so unfortunate, that taesan still had four cups left and woonhak only had one left. struck with sympathy, you had taken two drinks for him–and while watching him do so poorly, literally moved him to the side to replace him.
“okay,” you called, holding the ball in front of you. “taesan… you will lose.” woonhak hovered at your side, a bit disgruntled, but wanting the same thing.
taesan met your gaze, eyes narrow. he only arched his brow, a devious smirk on his face as you bounced and missed. your face fell, but he failed to get your remaining cup too. it went on like this a few more times, but you managed to get three of his cups, the game suddenly even.
taesan put a hand to chest after downing the third drink, grimacing. “agh, oh my god,” he complained, ripe with nervous energy as he watched you set up for another shot.
you whipped your head to the left, finding woonhak looking equally on edge–time to up the ante.
“woonhak,” you began, deadly serious. the grip you had on his arm was probably harder than necessary. “if i get this… promise me one thing.”
woonhak’s eyes widened, turning to face you fully. “yes?” he prompted. the excited curiosity on his face made you giggle, suddenly turning away from him to shoot.
“um… kiss me!” you said quickly, not bothering to take in his flustered expression as you went for the win. one bounce, two bounces, three bounces, and–
“YES!” you shot upwards in victory, watching the ball drop into the final cup. as you spun with glee, you were surprised to find yourself having such a spectacular time at a stupid party.
a pair of hands pulled you into a hug, woonhak jumping with you for a moment. he gave you a quick squeeze, a wide grin on his face as he looked down at you for a beat.
but, the rush subsided and you looked across the table.
“yeah, yeah,” taesan sighed, taking the last cup and downing it unceremoniously. his gaze stayed on you as he set the cup back down, looking like a very sore loser. his rapt attention was on how woonhak loosely had his arm around your waist.
“come on, come on,” you purposefully held onto woonhak, rounding the table to crash into taesan. despite being the dissatisfied party, he let you both parade around him for a minute, the corners of his mouth twitching up.
“okay, you two,” he said eventually, “i think i’ve had enough.” a gentle force, he guided the two of you away, hoping to find fresh air.
the flash of anger he had earlier felt like a distant memory as he saw the way you and woonhak matched each others’ energy, unable to hide his slight smile. but, this peace was short-lived.
“hey, i need a minute,” you said off-handedly. “bathroom.”
taesan turned to assess you, pursing his lips. “do you want one of us to come…?” but you had already started moving back through the crowd, with woonhak trailing after, no– you were pulling him after you, actually.
taesan froze, his heart pounding. it wasn’t that he doubted anyone’s intentions, no, he just didn’t want to see woonhak so quickly get your favor. at least he could recognize that now. what the fuck?
a million scenarios ran through his head, but what was going to do? he didn’t control you, or woonhak, as much as it bothered him now. with a scowl, he turned away to find a corner to hide in. or maybe leave, if he brooded too much.
“tch. not worth my time,” he grumbled to himself, losing sight of you two.
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meanwhile, you had very few concerns.
the two of you were certainly buzzed, but shit–you knew you wanted this as soon as you saw him. and clearly, he did too.
woonhak had trailed closely behind you as he realized this was really happening, unafraid to be in your space as you finally slipped into the bathroom. to your surprise, it seemed relatively clean, but you didn’t have too long to take in your surroundings as woonhak crowded you.
his hands were careful as they turned you around, the two of you standing near the edge of the counter. you grinned at his expression; he was like an excited puppy as he gazed down at you, soft and curious, not quite sure what to do or say.
“is this okay?” he asked, unable to control how his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips to the rest of you. a bit breathless, you moved to pull him in, your hands sliding to his face.
“of course it is,” you murmured between kisses. woonhak slowly let himself melt into you, his lips sliding against yours, paired with soft noises as you scratched at his scalp.
naturally, you found yourself pressed back against the counter, cold and hard at your lower back. it was impossible to care, though, when woonhak’s warmth encompassed you. one of his arms fell to the surface behind you, while the other wrapped around you, pulling you in by the nape of your neck.
he was the first to break away, lips already puffy as he found the hinge of your jaw, then the spot below your ear, and the column of your neck… he persisted, too, when he felt the way you shivered at the sensation.
“oh,” you gasped aloud when he sucked at the junction of your neck, the hard line of his body pressed against yours. he weaseled one of his legs between yours, only to remember that annoying skirt was in his way–so he quickly grabbed the bottom of it, pushing the fabric up to your waist.
in the heat of the moment, though, neither of you had realized one thing: you still both wore a silly costume with layers that only prolonged your needs being fulfilled. the two of you paused, glancing at yourselves.
“agh, fuck,” he grumbled, struggling for a moment to open the back of his costume and shimmy it off. in turn, you shucked your outer layers, pulling the zipper at your side down and internally cursing yourself.
woonhak caught you off guard when he moved forward, his hand replacing yours and helping you slip off that blue leotard. it gave way to your bare body, save for your bra and underwear, heat rushing through you.
woonhak held his face close to yours–now you saw that underneath, he had been wearing a plain shirt and shorts. gently, you went to reach under the fabric, feeling the warmth of his bare skin there, rubbing his sides.
he didn’t need to be told twice. woonhak quickly went to remove his shirt, letting it pool with everything you two had taken off. he pressed his lips to yours, firm but soft, and then descended.
you barely had a chance to appreciate his bare torso, trying to understand all of the dips and ridges of his anatomy as he lowered himself. first, he kissed at your collarbone, shoulder, and your arms as you loosely held onto him.
in that moment, you were undoubtedly aroused as his lips brushed your cleavage, kissing the edge of the bra, trying to nuzzle deeper, as if he wasn’t actively unclasping it.
a wave of cool air hit your chest as it fell away, watching as woonhak glanced upwards one last time. “still okay?” he muttered, noticing the way red crawled up your neck. you nodded with enough certainty that he huffed out a short laugh.
with a lust-driven focus, woonhak’s lips pulled lower, tongue laving directly over your nipple. it was futile trying to control the breaths and whines that left you now, fully falling into it as he kept going.
one of your hands weakly held his head, pushing him further as he switched sides. he licked around the peak, nipping gently at the soft skin there. then, the gentle pinch of teeth on your nipple–you gripped his hair tightly, buzzing with energy and aching deeply.
if you weren’t feeling fucked out before, you were now.
woonhak eased off, taking in your dazed expression and parted lips, and resisting the urge to go back up. instead, he shifted lower, down onto his knees, as he pressed his mouth to your stomach.
the sight made your heart race, stomach tensing with butterflies. he nudged lower and lower, lips brushing the hem of your panties now. “woonhak,” you breathed. it wasn’t nervous, or unsure, just absolutely teeming with energy.
his eyes flicked up, hands suddenly on your hips and questioning as they toyed with the material. “i want to,” he said simply, eyes round with need.
“yes, please.”
everything felt syrupy as your underwear slid down your legs, his hands brushing the sensitive undersides of your thighs. he brought one over his shoulder as he angled forward, his lips on your inner thighs first.
the touches were light, but your legs already started to twitch. your eyes fell shut as he pressed a ticklish kiss where your leg met your hip, then farther to the side, and then– you were glancing down to see him bury himself in the soft hair there, his tongue tasting you.
your hand tangled in his hair, adjusting the angle of your hips against his face, his muffled groan sending vibrations through you. woonhak was so pliable, letting you shift against him, strategically mapping you out with his tongue.
first, he teased your entrance, his tongue bullying that tight ring of muscle and making you squirm. at the same time, his nose brushed higher up, making you mewl at the dual sensation.
“oh my god,” you cried, trembling when he latched onto your clit, harsh as he sucked on it. your head fell to the side, legs like jello as jolts of pleasure moved through you. the feeling was growing, and becoming more and more consuming, sounds falling from your lips steadily.
his hand squeezed at your thigh where it rested on his shoulder, holding you as you struggled to sit still. “fuck,” you whined, woonhak moving back to poke at your hole. “woonhak, please.”
your brain couldn’t catch up with your body, or how rapidly you felt the tension in your gut build to a precipice. everything was warm and electric.
when he returned to lap at your clit, your abdomen clenched, leaning back on the counter for support as pleasant sparks moved through your lower half. “woonhak, i- i’m…”
you stopped yourself from speaking further, letting yourself get lost in the feeling, fingers tight as they pushed his head against you. he only groaned in response, letting you get there–and when you came, gently licking you through it.
if he didn’t help hold you still, you were positive you would've fallen over. your head fell back, and you tried to calm your racing heart as you came down. his hands rubbed at your skin gently, trying to soothe the shaking in your legs.
woonhak eased off of you, carefully setting down your leg as you looked back down. he was positively gone, chin slick, lips puffy, and a very evident boner where he kneeled on the ground.
“come here,” you prompted, only standing up straight when he moved to hold onto you. his lips were on you instantly, tongue and lips soft with the taste of you.
“how was that?” he murmured, barely giving you space to answer as he kissed you again. it flustered you, and you turned your head away with a soft laugh. he only moved to your neck, teeth grazing you.
“it was great,” you breathed. “obviously.” when you finally caught him, you held his face in your hands, gazing back at him.
“let me, now?” you blinked, still attentive to the hard heat pressed near your thigh.
woonhak considered your words, before his hands moved to your waist, pulling you up to sit on the counter, on top of someone’s clothes. you made a surprised noise as he pulled you flush to the edge–flush to his hips.
his shorts had already been pushed down, your body brushing up against the cotton of his underwear. your hand quickly moved to palm at him, relying on touch alone as he bullied his tongue into your mouth.
you weren’t about to let him actually fuck you in a frat house bathroom, no, but you would do the next best thing. where he was hot and heavy under his boxers, you freed him, hand wrapping around his length and slowly dragging upward.
woonhak’s response was immediate, his hips pushing into your grip and his lips faltering against yours. oh, someone’s eager. and already very worked up.
you took the opportunity to pull on his lower lip, your thumb teasing his slit and spreading more of his precum. from there, your pace sped up gradually, taking care to keep it consistent. he crumbled against you, weakly kissing you back, and soon burying his face into the side of your neck.
“ah, please,” he whined, his voice making that dull ache return between your legs. you squeezed his head with precision, feeling the way he twitched in your grasp with every pass. he clung to you, frantic as he turned to lick behind your ear.
almost as quick as it started, woonhak was pulsing in your hand, gasping into your skin as you worked him through it. his release coated your hand as you slowed, a soft whimper escaping him.
“you okay, puppy?” you teased, watching his slowly retract from you. woonhak planted his hands on either side of you, his head hanging as he steadied his breath.
“yes, god,” he huffed, glancing down at himself, then to you. with purpose, you lifted your sticky finger to your lips, licking them clean. woonhak short-circuited in real time, before moving to grab something to clean himself with.
it was hard to not stare at him, even in this dim light. you wanted to see him like this again, you realized, appreciating his features, even with his back to you.
thankfully, it was easy to reconstruct your outfit, if not for your wobbly legs. woonhak did the same, helping you when he could. it was laughable, really, to return to these costumes after everything.
before you could step away, he made a point to grab you and kiss you deeply, successfully stilling your mind, if only for a moment. the warmth in your cheeks was impossible to mask, but you didn’t want to.
the two of you slipped outside together, as casually as you could, but nobody seemed to notice. it was relieving. however, as you came back to reality, and suddenly remembered where you were–
“shit,” you heard woonhak mumble, staring at a notification on his phone. he ran a hand over his face, making an exasperated expression. “ugh, i’m gonna have to deal with him when i get home.”
taesan. right.
“is he… okay?” you probed, your heart jumping. “what, you’ll call him?”
“well–no, i live with him,” he explained.
roommates?
you blinked. well, that made everything ten times worse. “i had no idea, woonhak. shit, i wouldn’t of– we kind of just–”
“no, no,” woonhak dismissed your worries, pulling you into his side. “it’s not a big deal, or your fault.”
however, you had an inkling it kind of was. the feeling made you cringe a bit.
“he can handle himself,” he added bitterly, when he saw the look on your face. “trust me.”
“maybe we should go?” you asked finally, resting against him.
he nodded slowly, a bit unfocused as he seemed to be processing whatever message he had received. “yeah, i’ll walk you back home.”
quickly, you took out your phone to message your long-forgotten group that had brought you here. a quick ‘someone’s taking me home guys, have fun!’ was sure to spark a game of twenty questions later.
you linked an arm with woonhak, and the two of you finally stepped outside into the cool summer night.
it was a bit uncertain what would unfold after this, but you didn’t quite worry when he smiled at you. for now, you’d enjoy the moment.
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woonhak x femreader
w: smut, swearing, making out, handjob, first time, praise kink if you squint, they're both shy and whiny, no sub/dom dynamics | wc: 2.4k | might have typos | english isn't my first language | mdni
it all really started pretty innocently.
you sat on the bed, against the headboard with your boyfriend next to you. you were both playing mario kart all alone when one thing led to another and now you were tangled in a make out session instead.
his left hand rested softly on your cheek, his thumb brushing along it, while his right hand was gripping at your waist like he was afraid you might disappear. you rested both your hands on his chest, startled by how fast his heartbeat was getting, fast enough it made your own chest feel tight.
woonhak pulled back with a string of saliva connecting you two. both of your breaths were uneven, his lips were swollen and he quickly licked over them. the room felt smaller all of the sudden.
he looked at your face carefully, like he was trying to memorise every single detail on it. even the ones you used to call ugly were beautiful to him.
you bit on your lower lip as you looked down, blush creeping from your neck to your face when you noticed the growing tent between his legs.
woonhak's face went completely red when he realised the reason why you weren't looking at his face anymore. he quickly panicked, pulling his hands away from you before you would think he's some type of pervert.
"fuck– shit– oh my god, I'm so sorry. I- I couldn't help it. I- fuck, I'm sorry, I swear it won't happen ag–"
"it's okay, woonie." you cut him off, batting your lashes at him. you leaned in closer to kiss him again, biting on his lower lip to let yourself in.
one of your hands travelled dangerously down to his lower abdomen, your wrist accidently touching his clothed erection, earning a whine around your tongue. a sound you never heard coming from him.
he sucked on your swollen lips as his hands hesitantly came back to your body, pulling you even closer by the waist.
as the kiss turned heavier you felt heat pooling in your lower abdomen, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. your fingers tangled around the strings of his hoodie, deepening the kiss.
woonhak's lips traced from your lips to your cheek, then to your jaw until he was facing the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping on your warm body. you let out a shaky moan into the air, hands going to slightly grip at his hair.
"woonie…" you called out softly, slowly pushing him away. you rested your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his heated core. he looked down at the way you brushed your thumb on his thigh. he swallowed hard, wishing you could lower your touch just a little more.
he looked up, noticing the way your face blushed with anticipation, the way your lips looked glossy thanks to the mix of salivas, and the way the collar of your shirt had loosened up from pulling it down.
"yeah?" he asked, and you swore you could see his eyes sparkling up like a cartoon character.
you exhaled softly yet nervous, not knowing how to make up the words without sounding too vulgar. "I–" you started, quickly giving glances to his growing crotch. "can I…?" you looked away, scratching your hand just to do something with it. you cleared your throat. "can I touch it..?"
his heart pounded hard and his eyes opened wide. he let out a shaky, nervous laugh and his eyes darted everywhere but you. "y-you don't have to…it'd probably go away. other wise I could j-just go to the bathroom anyways." he gulped, finally looking at you.
"but I really want to." you said, instinctively pouting at him. you grab one of his hands with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. you noticed his adam's apple bob up and down once again.
woonhak stared at you for a moment, biting his lower lip at the thought of you touching him the way he'd had imagined many times on those needy late nights.
he let out a heavy sigh, slowly nodding as he looked down at his painful boner. he usually didn't get hard during making out, he'd fight it back, but there was something different in the air tonight.
you managed to kiss him again, hands starting to traced down from his chest to his thighs once again, making him shiver under your touch. you hesitantly reached your hand over his erection, slowly palming him over his jeans.
he moaned softly into your mouth, the tip of his ears immediately turning a deep red at the unfamiliar touch. woonhak's hips bucked up unconsciously, and he uselessly tried to apologise against your tongue. you moaned softly at the vibration, the sound sending waves straight to his already twitching dick.
your fingers struggled with the button of his jeans until you finally pulled back from his lips, using both hands this time. he helped you out, pulling his jeans down and throwing them to the floor.
you kissed him again as you grabbed his dick over his boxers. he whimpered into your lips, brows frowning with pleasure.
he hid his face on your neck, trying not to moan too loudly when you started to move your hand up and down painfully yet deliciously slow. you whined when he bit your neck a little too hard.
"f-fuck– you sound so hot.." he murmured against the red skin of your neck.
he turned his gaze at you, coming back to kiss you eagerly as his hands tried to grope every part of your torso. you let out a small moan when he did an experimental squeeze at your breast.
your hand reached down to the hem of his boxers as you pulled away, searching for his permission. when he nodded you pulled his underwear down to his knees, he hissed at the feeling of the cold air against his glowing red cock.
you took it, trying to decipher the way his face contorts as you pumped up and down. "does it feel good?" you asked, a soft pout forming on your lips.
he let out a pathetic moan when your thumb started playing circles on his aching tip. "f-fuck– y-yeah, it feels good. j-just try twisting your wrist more. shit–"
you do as he says, going back to kiss him as you pumped him. he pulled away and you noticed the way his chest fell back and forth, throwing his head against the headboard behind him.
"it feels s'good." he whimpered, resting his hands on his sides, not knowing what to do with them now, completely overwhelmed.
your stomach fluttered, the sounds he made sending heat throughout your whole body. it was a lot.
too much and not enough at the same time.
you noticed the way his breathing stuttered, the way his body tensed slightly beneath your hand. you slowed down without thinking twice, earning a confused look from him.
"wha-what? why did you slowed down?" his voice cracked, eyes flickering between your blushed face and your hand.
for a split second he thought he'd done something wrong. moaned too loud, reacted too desperately.
"I– I really don't know..." you confessed, earning a shaky laugh from your boyfriend. you laughed too, trying to ease the sudden tension. "I g-guess I just wanted to check on you," you said softly. "am I doing alright..?"
his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled, leaning in to give a small peck onto your lips. "yeah," he nodded quickly, then slower, meeting your eyes. "you're doing it perfect. f-feels much better than my own hand." he let out a breathy laugh.
you nudged his shoulder slightly with your free hand, more blush forming on your cheeks thanks to his comment. "shut up."
you leaned in to kiss his lips, brushing your tongue across his as the pace on your hand quickened again little by little. his breath hitched, the sound muffled against your mouth.
woonhak tried to focus on breathing through his nose, but it was useless. every small movement of your hand and your mouth sent a jolt through him, sharp but warm.
he pulled away, throwing his head back again, placing his forearm over his face, trying to hide it from you. his cheeks were burning up and his brain was fogging, squeezing his eyes tight as he tried to steady himself.
he opened them back, looking at you. looking at the way you were watching his face, not his body. the way your brows knit together slightly, like you were paying attention to every little reaction, like you got off by the way his face contorts, made his chest tighten.
you noticed the way his breath hitched whenever your thumb brushed his tip, the way his lips parted letting out the prettiest sounds you ever heard. even the smallest reactions, all because of you.
your thighs pressed together instinctively, a quiet rush of heat pooling low in your core at the sight of him like this. you weren't sure when watching him started to feel this good, almost as if you were watching something you shouldn't.
woonhak noticed. not the movement itself, but the way your breath changed when he did. it made his stomach twist pleasantly, feeling his climax come closer.
the idea that his sounds, his reactions, the way he was falling apart under your touch were doing something to you made his heart race faster than before.
his fingers curled into the sheets, feeling closer than before. "I–" he called out, voice cracking. "I think I'm gonna– fuck." his breath catching in his throat.
you felt the way his body tensed beneath your touch, the way his hips stuttered as they tried thrusting up into your hand. you leaned in without thinking, pressing your lips to his, slow and warm as if you were grounding him. the pace of your hand quickening in a way that made his eyes rolled back to his skull.
his whole body gave in at once. he gasped into your lips, the sound muffled and desperate, hands flying to grip tight at your waist. his forehead dropped to your shoulder as his seed spread across your hand, swearing softly under his breath.
"fuck, s-shit– oh my god." his voice cracked. his breath was uneven.
you patted his head with your free hand as the other one slowed down, trying to milk every single drop until he was done. he stayed there until it finally passed, breathing hard. his hands still fisting around your waist, knuckles white.
he let out a shaky sigh, half laughing and half embarrassed. you smiled, cheeks burning just as much as his as you let go his dick. "'you okay?"
he nodded slowly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. his eyes were still glossy, and his mouth formed a cute pout. "yeah..." he said quietly, pulling away to grab the box of tissues on his nightstand, cleaning both your hand and his thighs.
he finished cleaning up quietly, pulling his boxers back up. his movements were a little clumsy, sensitive, like his body still hadn't caught up with what just happened.
your ears still buzzed like crazy. heart racing, skin warm, your whole body feeling heavy. watching him cum undone like that, hearing the way his voice broke. it all replayed in your head, sending another quiet wave of heat low in your stomach, making you press your thighs together again without even realising it.
woonhak noticed it, his ears burning red immediately.
"are you...um," he started, then stopped, rubbing his palms against his thighs nervously. "are you okay?" he asked, voice soft and careful.
you felt warmth settling into your chest. you nodded, "yeah." a shy flat smile tugging on your lips. "I am." you said, then hesitantly added, "it was...really nice...hot."
his eyes widened just a little, smiling. "it was?"
you nodded again, cheeks heating up as you started to hug your legs, resting your chin between your knees.
his gaze dropped without meaning to. just for a second.
his breath caught immediately and his face went hot all over again when he noticed the faint darkened patch of arousal on your shorts.
he looked away so fast it almost hurt his neck.
"..sorry," he blurted out quietly, embarrassed before you'd even said anything. his hands curled into the sheets again. "I didn't mean to stare."
you hadn't even noticed what he'd seen until you looked down between your legs. your cheeks burned, instinctively hugging your legs closer, embarrassed as if you didn't just give him the best handjob of his life.
it took him a moment to work up the courage to look at you again. when he did, his expression was soft. careful. almost worried.
"I just–" he hesitated, swallowing hard. "I thought maybe...you might be feeling...kinda worked up too..?" his voice dropped lower, shy but serious. "because of me."
"if you are," he continued, words rushed now, flustered. "I mean– only if you want– I could...maybe help? just a little? not anything you don't want to." he shook his head quickly. "I just don't like the idea of you feeling all...uncomfortable because of me."
his eyes flicked down to your crotch once more, then back up. apologetic and hopeful all at once.
"...I want to take care of you too," he said softly. then, quieter, "even if it's just– I don't know...whatever you want."
you didn't answer right away. instead, you let your legs relax just a little, unwrapping your arms that were around them. his eyes followed every little movement you made.
woonhak swallowed hard. jaw tightening as his gaze dropped again, lingering longer this time, biting back a moan. his hands slid to rest on your knees, thumbs brushing slow, warm circles against your skin.
he leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to your knee. not where you were aching. not yet. he reached for both of your hands, locking his fingers with yours and giving them a small squeeze, grounding not only you but himself too.
you leaned forward to kiss him, a muffled whine slipping from you when he started to spread your legs to let himself settle between them. his hands resting on the inner sides of your thighs to keep you spread apart.
his breath ghosted over your body as he lowered himself, close enough feel his warmth even through your shorts. close enough that your fingers tangled in his hair without thinking.
he paused, then look up at you. "tell me if you want me to stop." he murmured, eyes sparkling up.
your breath stuttered. you looked down at him, at the way he was waiting. hands steady on your thighs, gaze warm but intense.
"don't," you said softly, voice barely louder than a whisper. "please."
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