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herestoallmytgirls · 26 days ago

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bratty bottom dani x brat tamer stone top reader... 👁️ Hai

Ahhhhh thank you so much for my first ask!! I will write something amazing for u 💞 I got u I got u diva let’s mf go! Sorry this took ages to do I was seeing Kendrick Lamar today and I was helping co-write a screenplay lmao (this is not proofread just straight from my brain <3 (Idk if you want f!reader or gp!reader soooo I’m going for f!reader with a strap because awooogahhhh)

Payback - Brat!Daniela x Dom!Reader

themes - smut, teasing, punishment, brat taming, degradation, strap-on, riding, collar and leash, control, sadism and masochism

Dani was always one to push your buttons, finding any and every way to make your life a little more difficult. Whether it was teasing you in front of the other members, jesting at you with a lopsided smile, or the little pranks that she would pull with the VERY enthusiastic help of Manon and Lara; she was always a ‘little miss trouble’.

However, what the other girls seemed to miss was the more maliciously devious side of Daniela, the one that ran her perfectly manicured nails up and down your blanket covered leg during movie night, or the way she would breathe hot, sexually charged teases into your ear when you stood beside her at a charity event. She was always one to push the envelope a little too far when she was sure eyes weren’t prying; even when they were at times.

Usually, it would be the same rhythm that you and the Latina set into: she misbehaved, you punished her, and less than a week later she would be back to her antics, trying to see what would make you break your unwavering cool in the face of her relentless flirting and seduction. This time though, this time she had went too far. This time, she was going to get what she truly deserved.

It had all started that morning. You and the other girls were sat around the breakfast table, easy conversation passing between you all as shovels of cereal were mouthed and coffees were used as warmers for cold hands. Everyone was breezing through the early morning traffic of 7 girls living in one house. Megan was currently lamenting to you about a game of valorant she had lost the night before, and you were giggling at the comical dismay cast over the girl’s face, her head in her hands like she had been told she had to choose between two family member’s executions. Your chuckle stopped dead in your throat however when you felt a pointed foot reaching from your ankle up to the inside of your left knee, tracing a steamy route up and down the exposed skin - you were sat in shorts naturally.

Daniela, ever the culprit, was sat across from you, seemingly caught up in a conversation between herself, Yoonchae and Sophia about practice later, but you saw the gift of mischief in her eye as she darted a look at you from the side. You could see the shadow of a smirk on her face as her foot traced from your knee further up, grazing the inside of your thigh before dropping back down. The dark, unimpressed look you shot to the girl was intimidating, but didn’t deter her, nor did it deter the warmth in your stomach and the beginnings of wetness in your pants. The arousal that was simmering inside you because of her tactical touching was unravelling your mind with every trace of her foot, and you knew then that it was going to be a long day - you couldn’t even call something off to punish her in private because you had a packed day of practice for a new song.

The second strike came during said practice. 3 gruelling hours of dancing the same steps to clean them perfectly, to make sure no mistakes were found, and all of you were exhausted. Every girl was panting, Megan was sprawled out off the cold floor like a starfish, Manon was fake sobbing about “slave labour” and the other girls were agreeing. Everyone but Daniela, who sat int he middle of the floor practically glowing - this was her forte after all, she lived for the stage and specifically for dancing. You were the exact same, but Daniela had more stamina when it came to dancing. Maybe not in other aspects.

After a quick 5 minute break, the practice continued, moving onto a pairing dance sequence. Each girl was to break into pairs during the bridge, bodies close and dancing together sensually as Sophia serenaded the crowd with her beautiful voice. The only issue was that Daniela was your partner for this sequence, and god was she making it difficult. Every single rerun of the choreography, she got too close. Her back to your front as you grabbed her hips for the routine. Every damn time she pushed her warm, rounded ass into your own hips, grinding slightly in a way that seemed too steamy for choreo - it seemed everyone wasn’t focusing on the two of you though as Manon was flustered about the steps and her partner Lara was roasting her relentlessly for it. Which made it worse, as it gave Daniela more leverage. “What do you think you are doing?” You growled into her ear, hands planted onto her hips as per the choreo but your fingers dug into the skin around her waist above her low rise sweatpants. “I have no idea what you are talking about mommy” Dani teased, and it made you go completely tense for a second. She knew fine well not to call you that in public, in case the other girls heard. Trying to keep your composure, her head turned to you with a falsely innocent flutter of eyelashes, and you sent her a piercing glare “you are going to regret your actions” you said through gritted teeth. And just like that, both of your eyes snapped to the forward to catch everyone else getting into formation again to re-run the sequence for the umpteenth time.

The third and final straw was after practice, at the house. The rest of practice had gone on uneventfully bar Yoonchae hilariously turning everyone on Lara for being a “bully”. Now, the girls were all sprawled out in the living room, either resting for the rest of the day or taking a short break before some individual schedules. The atmosphere was relaxed and casual conversation was flowing between some of the members, but one this Young noticed was that you couldn’t see Daniela anywhere in the room. Where was she? “Where did Dani go?” You asked, and Manon replied casually, pointing toward the stairs with her thumb .“oh she said she was tired, so she’d went for a nap” as soon as she said those words, trying to seem as casual as you could, you got out of the seat you were sat in and decided to go and pay her a little visit. Seeing the physical state of the girls, you didn’t think they’d be getting up any time soon anyways.

You walked up the stairs to the front of Manon and Daniela’s shared room, and raised an eyebrow inquisitively at seeing the door was closed. You hummed in knowing, as there was only really a couple of reasons any of the girls every closed their doors, and it was usually because of sadness, needing alone time or because they had a boy or girl over. You could guess exactly which of the there it was and it caused your eyes to cloud over in lust. You placed your ear up to the door, and sure enough. You heard the pathetic whimpering and groaning through the wood. “Mmmph….Mommy….please umph” Daniela’s pleads and moaning tickled something deeply inside you, but she knew that she wasn’t allowed to do anything of that unless you weren’t around to take care of her. She had consistently throughout the day pushed your buttons, and this time you had had enough.

Without warning, you burst the door open, showcasing a disheveled and unkempt Daniela, beautiful curly hair splayed across the pillows and a bitten arm placed over her mouth to muffle the sound of her moans. Her hand which was hurriedly stuffed in her underwear stilled as soon as you opened the door, and you could see the seeping wetness clinging to the fabric there, it had even dribbled down to her thighs slightly, you could see the sheen of slick coating the innermost part of where her thighs met her crotch. Daniela’s eyes were blown wide in both surprise and worry when she saw you, recognising the dire situation she had just found herself in, because she knew she was in for it and there was no getting out of it now.

Silence overtook the room as you snapped yourself round the other way and closer the door, pressing the lock and sauntered over to the side of the bed to grab the wrist of the hand that was still stuffed in her underwear . She didn’t even seem to want to gulp under your intense gaze. “What do you call this pretty girl?” You said, sickly sweet smile gracing your lips and you tugged the wrist out of her underwear to expose the embarrassing amount of wetness that was coating the girl’s fingers. “Well, i just thought I’d take care of it since you haven’t” Daniela snarked, eyes dark with lust and the curl in her lip teasing you, taunting you.

You felt your jaw clench at the reply, fist digging into her worst at her bratty attitude. “Knees. Floor. Now.” You demanded, clearly in no mood for her continued misbehaving. The lilt of your voice caused a pang of fear to shoot through Daniela, and she realised at that moment maybe she had went too far. Sure, you had punished her many a time before, but you had never sounded so serious and so menacing. You let go of her wrist and she immediately scrambled onto the floor, taking her place on her knees beside the bed and her hands landed on her thighs, palms facing upwards. “Close your eyes , do not move a muscle” you demanded once again, and she did exactly as told. The fact you weren’t using any pet names with her let her know how in the shit she was.

You walked over to Daniela’s closet, opening the door and kneeling down to reach the box found in the corner - the box that held all of her sex toys and gear. The fact that none of the other girls had found it or looked though it was a miracle. You reached in, pulling out a pretty red collar and leash, as well as a dildo and harness. Since she wanted fucked so badly, you’d give her it. You’d give her it but she wouldn’t get what she wanted. Walking back to the bed, her eyes still closed, you slipped your jeans off and attached the harness and dildo, it’s heavy length hanging off of your hipbones as you twisted the collar sound between your fingers.

“You have been particularly naughty today. I’m going to give you one singular chance to apologise” you said, voice now more casual, as if you were speaking about the weather rather than the actions of the little brat beneath you. “I- I’m sorry mommy, I just wanted your attention and…and…” Daniela stuttered, cheeks turning red as she tried to explain herself. “And what babygirl? You thought teasing me and taunting me all day would get you what- a nice reward?” You asked her, and her head shook timidly, seemingly unsure of her own actions and her reasons. “Well, I’ll give you something alright, I’m make sure that snarky bratty mouth of yours gets put to good use.” Silence once again overtook the room, and with her eyes still closed you connected the collar to her back, leash already attached. The action caused her to sharply exhale, and the redness in her cheeks to turn positively scarlet.

“Sit there like a good girl for once. No hands.” Every word you spoke was said with finality, like she couldn’t argue back - which in this sense she wouldn’t get the chance to. You tugged the leash forward slightly to take the slack out of it, trapping the rope around your fish as her head moved forward to where her mouth sat against the head of your strap on. Without word, you ground the toy forward with your hips, and it forced her mouth to open and accommodate the thick toy, to which she made a surprised sound, eyes bursting open to look at you as you stood over her. Your glare met her shining eyes as her lips wrapped around your strap, and you started to drag the toy in and out of her mouth; her eyes looked directly up into yours as she kept her head stationary and you began to fuck into her mouth. She knew how this worked: don’t move until you tug on the leash.

Sounds of gagging reverberated in the room as Daniela took the toy down her throat, her eyes rolling into the back of her head whilst your hopes surged forward. “So pretty when you aren’t talking” you groaned, tugging the leash whilst you pushed the toy further once again, her nose meeting your stomach as you bottomed out into her throat. She moaned around the toy in reply, her head now more freely moving from your leash tug as she Megan to aggressively give you head, spit collecting around the corners of her mouth and running down her chin.

You could have came jsut there watching the girl, but this wasn’t what it was about. It was about punishment, but you wanted to at least get the toy ready and enjoy Daniela’s pretty mouth around a toy for a little while before you got to work. “Get on the bed, hands and knees”you ordered, pulling the toy back out with a slight pop as you tugged Daniela’s collar once more. Not wanting to make anything worse for herself, Daniela sprung into action, climbing onto the bed just as you asked onto her hands and knees, you following closely behind as to not let go of her.

“So, you wanted to act out? You know what bad girls get don’t you?” You asked, voice dipped with honey as you stood behind her, strap pressing against her underwear covered ass. “A good fuck and an orgasm?” Daniela snarked, seemingly thinking that brattiness was going to get her somewhere, pressing her ass into you slightly. “Watch your fucking bratty mouth” you sneered, a hand landing on her ass with a resounding slap. “Count. Now.” The command didn’t leave any room for argument, and Daniela stuttered into obedience. “O-one” she stumbled out, her mouth having open in a silent groan “One what baby? You know better than that” you snarled, another light tug on her leash. The tug caused her to let out a moan, before replying “One Mommy, I’m sorry I- I-“ *slap* another spank rebounded off of her ass, the skin tainting bright red at the impact. “Fuck! Two mommy” she whimpered, her underwear quickly dampening in jest of the spanking. “That’s better, I want to hear you loud and clear babygirl”

Each slap crackled through the room, sounded with moans and whimpers as Daniela’s legs started to tremble. She was 8 spanks in, her throat was hoarse and her neck was red under her collar, sweat collecting down the column of her back. “Mommy I ca-I can’t tak- FUCK” she positively shrieked, your hand landing once more on the quickly bruising skin of her ass, a painting of red, blue and purple. “Yes you can, and you will. This is what you get for being a little fucking slut. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” your nasty comments may have seemed a little far, but deep down you know that Daniela loved being degraded by you like that, and if her underwear was any proof of this you could see that the fabric was absolutely soaked through, wetness starting to trail down her exposed thighs which she had clamped together.

“N-nine mommy. Please…” she begged, tears freely running down her face now, her voice cracking as she hiccupped and sobbed from the pain and the arousal. “Take your punishment. You earned it” you sneered, and instead of the last slap landing on her asscheek, your hips pulled backwards, hand instead landing once her clothes cunt in a wet slap. Daniela’s moan was downright sinful as her body shot forward, tugging on her leash as her head shot forward and curly hair covered her face. You could feel the heat there as you didn’t remove your hand, and the wetness you found sitting underneath that fabric was overwhelming. “Te-ten mommy! Please I can’t- I can’t take anymore mommy I’ve been good! I’ve been so good I took it so well!” She scrambled out, her voice sounded barely sober, sobs racking through her chest as your palm rested on her aching cunt. She was rambling at this point, head so fogged from pain and pleasure that you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her - you had been forceful with your punishment.

“You did pretty girl, but that doesn’t mean the punishment is over. You forgot about something, didn’t you?” The humorless chuckle that you let out punctuate the air as you moved your hand, pulling the Latina’s underwear to the side to slip the strap into her soaking wet hole. The sound that left Daniela’s throat sounded both like struggle and release, a low, dragging moan reaching your ears as you bottomed out inside her. “That’s it baby, take all of it like a good little bitch” you groaned at the sight, looking down as she swallowed the whole length of your strap inside her without resistance. She really had been that wet and ready from your earlier punishment.

You pulled on her leash roughly as your hand reached round to her stomach, tugging her up so her body was flush against you, your tank top covered breasts pressing into her moist back. Your face sank into the crook of her neck, and all you could smell was a mix of sweat, arousal and jasmine as you breathed in, mouth pressing against her pulse point as you felt the murmur of her moaning against them. “You know what to do babygirl, if you wanted fucked that badly, you can do it yourself” you smiled, and she immediately started grinding herself into you, her hips rutting backwards with a squeaked “thank you mommy” barely making it past her lips.

The girl was putting in a lot of effort, needy moans and whimpers leaving her mouth as she fucked herself into you, your hips completely stationary. Your left hand held the collar leash tightly, a reminder of who was in charge as your other hand reached up her chest, reaching one of her breasts which you grabbed roughly; Daniela let out a low groan at the feeling of you manhandling her as she chased pleasure. A chorus of “thank you mommy”’s were said as she ravenously rammed her hips backward into you. Not enough to take her anywhere, but she was trying her hardest. You knew she wouldn’t be able to finish unless you took control - it was your dominance that would finish her. “It feels so good mommy, please I’ve been so good for you” she cried out, your fingers pinching her nipple after a particularly hard thrust from her.

“Have you? I haven’t seen a good girl, I’ve seen a desperate slut pathetically grinding on me for release” You punctuated the sentence with another leash tug, and the girl moaned so loudly and pathetically that you could feel your own wetness staining your underwear. Oh how you loved this. “I’m sorry mommy, I- I’ll be the best, I’ll do anything please” the girl was begging with everything she had as she bounced on your strap, each thrust hitting her so deeply that her stomach might as well have been bulging from how deeply she was taking you.

You could tell the woman’s legs were getting tired, her whole body shaking slightly as she rode you with fervour, sobs breaking through. You decide she’s been good enough in this moment, she’s done her part to make it up to you. So, you pull your hips back, pulling the strap out of Daniela to the sound of an aggravated whine “mommy why- I’ve been so good!” The girl was close to cracking at this point, her face whipping round with tear stained gracing her cheeks and a pout on her face. “Get on top of me pretty girl, you’ve done enough” your voice was now sweeter, more caring but still with authority. “The leash stays. You love it anyways, don’t you baby?” Daniela nodded enthusiastically, and you crawled onto the bed, her clambering on top of you with her legs bracketing your hips. You sent the woman a smouldering smirk, eyes staring into eachother as you reached for the dildo, easing it back inside her slowly, her eyes rolling back into her head at the intrusion.

“That’s it good girl, you are so good for me” and with that, you started to fuck up into her, causing the bed to start trembling from the shifting of your hips upwards. Daniela’s mouth fell open, moans leaving her throat like a symphony as you took the reins, fucking her with reckless abandon. You knew this wouldn’t take too long, her wetness drooling down onto you as you rammed up inside of her “fuck mommy, feels so good” she groaned, hands shooting forward to claw at your stomach as her hips shot upward with every thrust. “Does mommy feel good inside you? You love when mommy fucks your pretty little pussy like this?” Daniela positively melted at the comment, a desperate whine shooting out of her as she arched her chest forward. Your pace was unrelenting, barely giving her a chance to catch up to her own pleasure as wet slaps sounded through the room. “Uh huh mommy, love it when- mmmph- when you fuck my pussy”

The girl had started to meet your thrusts with incessant grinding, chasing her pleasure like a freight train as you noticed the beginnings of Daniela’s tells that she was barrelling toward an orgasm. Her moans were beginning to sound entirely like begging, each whine and moan longing for a fast approaching release. You pulled her down toward you, leash pulled taught as her face was pulled to millilitres in front of yours. “Mommy I’m gonna cum, please can I cum I’m so so so close” she begged, her lips barely brushing yours as her hands reached up, nails digging into your chest in sweet pain. The girl was rutting against you, hips pushing into yours as pleading eyes bore into yours, pants ringing through your ears as you watched the most beautiful mess unfold in front of you.

“Are you going to be a good girl and say sorry for acting naughty?” You teased, hips stalling. The girl might as well have screamed at the sudden stop, her face making a grimace as you raised an eyebrow at the action. Quickly, she fixed her expression before she would get into trouble “I’m so so sorry mommy, I promise I won’t tease you like that again, I won’t be a brat anymore, I’ll be the best fucktoy for you and I’ll do whatever you ask mommy” she cried, looking at you with eyes that could sail a thousand ships, begging you to continue and to finally give her some sweet release. “That’s my girl, don’t be quiet. Cum like a good little slut” and with that, you slammed your hips back upwards, back into the unrelenting pace you had taken before.

Your hips hammered up into hers, her hips bouncing back as her orgasm started to build quickly again. “Thank you mommy, thank you” she repeated like a mantra, every bounce and every thrust working in perfect harmony to bring her to the edge “I’m your slut, mommy’s little slut” she moaned, face diving into your neck as she nipped and kissed at the exposed skin, barely cognisant as lust took her over. She was always like this close to an orgasm, barely aware of what she’d say on the edge. “Fuck tome mommy, please make me cum” “I’m your good little slut” “ruin me mommy” words flew out of her mouth without thought, you could tell she was on the edge because her hips were barely matching your rhythm now.

“Cum for me babygirl, cum like the little whore you are” you whispered in her ear, hot and sultry. That seemed to be all it took, and within seconds the girl was letting out an ear-splitting scream as you fucked up into her, you could feel the tightness as her walls contracted against the toy and her nails broke the skin of your chest. Daniela’s vision had all but turned white at the feeling, the orgasm so strong it felt like it was being ripped out of her body. The scream dissolved into sobs as she rode out the waves, her mouth latching onto your neck with a bite as her body convulsed over yours, your free hand holding her hips to grind her onto you.

“That’s it baby, that’s my good girl” you cooed as she came down from the high, her hips stilling as you continued thrusts, slowing down to let her enjoy the aftershocks her moans travelling through your neck as she soothed the bite mark lazily. Her body collapsed on top of you from exhaustion, and you couldn’t help the soaring feeling of having the girl tired and fucked out, lying in your arms, leash forgotten as you let go of it and wrapped your arms around the girl, unwilling to move until she was ready to do so.

“So, are you gonna act up like that again Avanzini?”

“Probably, give it a couple of weeks” Dani mumbled into your skin, kissing the new bite mark lazily.

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nebulousbrainsoup · 2 years ago

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Day One

🏔️ SUMMARY: Something has been missing for the past few years Wooyoung has been to the mountain with your family and his. Maybe this year, he'll figure out what it is. 🏔️ PAIRING: brother's best friend!Jung Wooyoung x Kang!reader 🏔️ GENRE: smut, fluff 🏔️ AU/TROPE INFO: brother's best friend, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers 🏔️ WORD COUNT: 6.2k whoops 🏔️ WARNINGS: language, smut, woosansang banter, sansang undertones 🏔️ RATING: mature 🏔️ A/N: Happy holidays from your CoDNet secret santa, @wooyoungqueen! This was so much fun to write, and I really hope you enjoy it!! it got a little away from me lol smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: first time together, light praise kink, fingering, oral (fem receiving), wooyoung’s nose, they’re both switches, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but boo), riding

The weeks following Wooyoung’s birthday had been a flurry of activity for nearly as long as he could remember. Whatever energy had been put into planning his celebration was rapidly redirected to coordinating the family’s annual trip to the mountains—an event that seemed to grow with him. It had been going on for as long as he could remember, beginning as a much-needed post-holiday getaway for his household. The first expansion came in middle school, when he met and attached himself to Kang Yeosang—the two families melded together naturally when the Kangs moved in next door, and one cabin rental became two, right next to each other and nestled among the pines at the Jungs’ favorite resort. It had been on one of these early trips that you and Wooyoung had become nearly as attached to each other as he and your older brother had been and, much to Yeosang’s chagrin at the time, their duo became a trio.

Despite Wooyoung and Yeosang having graduated and moved out, they both still found themselves drawn back to that same resort year after year. You, on the other hand, had not been so lucky. Your degree had proven a bit more demanding than either your brother’s or Wooyoung’s and, after your first year, they found themselves sharing deflated smiles as they watched you breeze through your parents’ front door after Christmas dinner. Something within Wooyoung ached each time, and the cabin he now shared with his brothers and yours—the cabins had long since been shuffled from ‘Jung’ and ‘Kang’ to ‘Parents’ and ‘Kids’—never quite felt the same.

He’d never quite figured out why his favorite tradition had begun to taste so bittersweet. Maybe, he decided, it was the monotony finally getting to him. Yeosang liked to call him a child of chaos, reminding him often that his creative slumps usually just meant he needed a change of scenery. He’d discovered every nook and cranny in both of the cabins they rented each year by the time he was 14. He’d been through every freestyle zone and explored every tree trail his board could fit through over the years, and even taught Kyungmin a few tricks. Now that he was of age, he’d been to every bar within walking distance of the slopes, too. The novelty had to have worn off; he’d seen and done it all. He’d give anything to see his safe haven for the first time again.

Maybe, just maybe, seeing it through someone else’s eyes would have the desired effect.

“Sannie, you said you snowboard, right?” He called from the couch, barely glancing up from his phone.

Wooyoung’s roommate blinked at him from the kitchen, leaned against the breakfast bar with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “I have before. I don’t… do it regularly.”

“And you had fun, right?”

San blinked, confused, and let his cereal settle back into its bowl. “Yeah? What is this about, Wooyoung?”

“Great! You’re coming on the ski trip this year.”

“Are you paying?” San scoffed half in jest, rolling his eyes heartily before turning his attention back to the book he had pinned to the counter.

“Yes.”

The flat tone of Wooyoung’s voice had him stunned, eyes wide as he slowly looked back up. “Are you serious right now?” When the younger nodded resolutely, no twinkle of mischief in his eyes, San gaped. “You’re not going to come up short on rent for this, are you?”

Wooyoung snorted. “No. It’s a family thing. My older brother can’t go anymore, so we’ve got an empty spot. Wanna come?”

“Absolutely.”

Pulling up to the cabin two months later with San in the passenger seat of his rented

SUV, he was certain he’d found the piece he’d been missing over the past few years. His friend’s excitement was palpable and contagious, the elder’s leg bouncing furiously and his cheeks split into a wide grin as he drank in the scenery. Wooyoung couldn’t help but laugh a little as he launched himself from the car the moment it was in park, spinning in the snow-covered driveway to take in the full view.

“Do you really come here every year?” He asked, his voice a little breathless with awe.

Wooyoung grinned, nodding. “Since I was a kid. We stayed in the cabin next door until I was in high school, but that’s for the real adults now,” he snorted a laugh. “Once Sangie and I hit high school, we were trustworthy enough to watch my little brother, I guess, and it’s been kids and parents since. My older brother usually stays with us too, but he has some work thing, I guess.” San nodded, silent and still staring, and Wooyoung couldn’t help but watch him for a moment with a stupid grin. “C’mon, help me unload before everyone else gets here. Yeosangie’s ruthless about first-come, first-serve room picking.”

That seemed to snap his roommate from his awe-struck stupor, and within moments, they found themselves wrapped in the familiar warmth of the cabin. Crossing the threshold into resounding silence had a pang of something wrong echoing in Wooyoung’s chest, and he frowned for a moment as he tugged his boots off.

“This is nice.”

San’s voice tugged him out of his thoughts, and Wooyoung forced a smile. “Right? Follow me, the good bed’s upstairs.”

They were each draped over separate arms of the couch, half-focused on the drama Wooyoung had put on, when the rumble of tires on the driveway pulled him from his half-asleep daze. San perked up with him, eyebrows raising as he blinked at his friend in question. “Your parents?”

Wooyoung gave a noncommittal shrug. “Or the Kangs.”

“Should we see if they need help?” He offered, standing and heading for the door.

“Fuck that, it’s cold as shit out there,” the younger complained, nestling further into his blanket cocoon. “Have fun freezing your ass off.”

“So thoughtful of you, Wooyoung-ah,” San teased, disregarding the grumble that left his friend.

He listened as the front door shut and his friend called a greeting toward the car, a familiar female voice responding. Huffing a sigh, he turned his attention back to the TV. He could deal with his mother’s chastising of his terrible hosting later.

What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was the door of his own cabin to swing back open wide minutes later, a blast of cold air cutting through the air along with an all-too-familiar laugh. His chest tightened inexplicably as it rang like a bell, San’s low chuckle echoing after it, and he turned toward the sounds.

“Two years, and you can’t even come help me with my suitcase, Youngie?”

At the sound of your voice, Wooyoung felt the air around him shift. The cold light filtering in through the windows seemed to warm with your entry, and all at once, the vast, empty cabin once again felt full. He stood, eyes wide and shining with glee as his jaw dropped open for a moment, his chest tightening with something he refused to acknowledge. Schooling his expression into his usual mischievous smirk, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re a big girl, Y/N, you could handle it yourself.”

You sighed heartily, rolling your eyes playfully before turning your gaze to San, who was busy shutting the door behind you. “At least chivalry isn’t completely dead.”

He perked up with wide, round eyes, flashing a megawatt smile at you, and Wooyoung felt the cabin dim a little again. “It’s no problem at all. Where do you, uh… Wooyoung hasn’t given me the full tour, so I’m not sure where to take your stuff.”

Once again, your mirthful gaze turned toward your childhood friend, and his smirk ticked back up. “I assume this one took the good bed all for himself already.”

“The early bird catches the worm, and all that,” he taunted back, San nodding affirmation beside you.

You clicked your tongue in disapproval, sighing and shaking your head. “Can’t even let me enjoy it. I have to get my gear from the car, but I can show you when I get back in, if this one’s still intent on becoming one with the couch.” You nodded back toward Wooyoung, pulling a bark of laughter from San, and something within the younger twisted.

“I can show him, go get your stuff,” he sighed, waving you away as he started for the hall. San glanced between the two of you for a moment before catching your amused, warm smile and, confusion alleviated, followed his friend.

“You didn’t tell me your friend had a sister.”

Wooyoung hummed quietly in acknowledgement, pushing open the downstairs bedroom door. He hadn’t stayed in this room in years, preferring to curl up in the upstairs bedroom with Yeosang and leave this space for his brothers, and for a moment, he was surprised at how small it felt. The twin beds in their corners and the heavy wooden dresser had seemed impossibly big, once upon a time, and lonely as the moonlight filtered through the blinds. Now, the space felt close and cozy, the patterned quilts and stripes of sunlight bathing the room making it look like something out of a catalog. Wooyoung’s chest tightened again and he smiled, nostalgia settling like a blanket around his shoulders.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would be relevant,” he admitted, pulling open the closet door to check for extra blankets. “You can put her stuff on the bed by the window; she prefers that one.” Behind him, San’s eyes narrowed. “Like she said, it’s been a couple of years since she’s been here, and nobody told me she was coming.”

“Are there going to be enough beds?”

Wooyoung paused, lips pursed in thought and hands on his hips as he turned to face San. “That… Is a very good question. I think we have air mattresses? Worst case, we can stick the kid on the couch or something. We’ll worry about it when—” The sound of a car horn cut him off, and Wooyoung peered through the blinds to peek at the driveway, a grin splitting his face. “After everyone else is through unloading. C’mon, we can still hide in the bedroom if we hurry.”

San fixed him with a flat look, shaking his head gently. “I am going to be nice and help your family unload their car. You can come with me, or you can leave me unattended to gossip with your mom for however long this takes.”

Wooyoung blinked owlishly until San turned to leave, following along behind his roommate on autopilot. “I hate you,” he muttered as they paused to tug on their boots, and San grinned.

Preparations for the traditional, joint-family, first night dinner were underway as you bustled around the kitchen with Wooyoung and both of your mothers. Yeosang and San had both offered their assistance; your brother had been met with a resounding, unanimous ‘No’ from the four of you, which he responded to with a cheeky grin and a small giggle, and San had immediately rescinded his offer. It felt natural for the four of you to be here together again, dancing around each other with a practiced ease as your mothers set themselves up at the island, massive metal bowls and all of the ingredients for kimchi spread out between them. You and Wooyoung quickly sidled up together at the stove, whisking the tteokbokki and potstickers that had been waiting into the living room to keep your fathers, siblings and Wooyoung’s friend occupied while you made the main course. You weren’t surprised to find your brother sat on the floor, his arms open as Kyungmin rushed him for a hug, but you caught the small, choked noise Wooyoung made at the sight of San alongside the pair. You flashed him a private little smile, and a swarm of butterflies kicked up in his stomach.

When you settled at the stove together, you nudged him with your hip, prompting a huff of laughter and a return of the gesture.

“I like your friend.”

Wooyoung nearly dropped the skillet in his hand, the heavy dish clattering against the stovetop loud enough to put a stop to your mothers’ conversation. They peeked back at you, but Wooyoung waved them off as he swallowed bile.

“San?” There was an edge to his voice, he could tell, and he could only hope you hadn’t noticed it, too.

“Yeah,” you nodded, seemingly oblivious as you stirred black bean paste and brown sugar together. “He fits in well and he’s really sweet. You should bring him every year.”

Something vile twisted in Wooyoung’s gut. “Maybe. I’ll see if he wants to come back. Who knows, maybe you’ll scare him off?” He snarked, flashing you a wicked grin. You barked a laugh, elbowing him and earning a squawk of indignation as his pork-filled skillet shifted over the fire. “Careful, you’ll burn dinner! Or worse, me!”

“What’s this about you being the worst?” Yeosang chimed as he slipped over to the fridge, his sudden appearance pulling a shout from the man next to you.

“Oh my god, you need a fucking bell!”

“Watch your mouth, there are children present,” you chastised, clicking your tongue. “We were talking about San,” you supplied as you turned back to your work, and Wooyoung frowned. Yeosang caught the look before he could wipe it away, cocking an eyebrow and smirking knowingly over the neck of his bottle.

Whatever that meant.

Wooyoung glared at him.

“I like him,” Yeosang offered, “he’s sweet. And handsome.” Wooyoung flashed him another glare, this time unintentionally, and your brother shrugged innocently.

You, completely unaware, hummed in agreement. “I was telling Youngie he should bring him back next year. Maybe we could talk to Mom about swapping cabins so I could bring Somin with me and introduce them; they’d be a cute couple.”

The nastiness in Wooyoung’s gut untwisted, and he sighed silently. “I like that idea!”

“I don’t,” Yeosang grumbled, frowning. “Then I’ll be stuck as the fifth wheel.”

You both whipped your heads up to him, brows furrowed in confusion. You thanked whoever was listening that your brother was on the other side of Wooyoung, because you flushed bright pink at his teasing. He was well aware of the little crush you had on your mutual best friend, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it.

“Last I checked, everyone else here was single, and that’s probably not going to change any time soon,” you huffed, stirring the mixture in the wok with a bit more vitriol. Yeosang hid his smile behind his bottle as Wooyoung, too, glared at him.

“You never know,” he hummed, sauntering off back into the living room.

The silence that fell between you and Wooyoung held more tension, this time, as you both processed. Wooyoung stared at the kitchen backsplash, unblinking, until your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“You’re burning the pork.” He startled, promptly pulling the skillet off the stove. You laughed, and just like that, things returned to normal. Shaking your head, you spooned the black bean paste into a bowl and offered him the wok. “I thought you said you knew how to cook now.”

Wooyoung huffed indignantly, hip bumping you to the side. “I can make jjajangmyeon.”

“That was mean, Yeosang, rubbing it in like that.”

Your brother hummed from his place on his bed, eyes glued to the ceiling. Lazily, he turned over and blinked at you. “I’m not rubbing anything in. I’m trying to open your eyes here. He’s been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, flopping onto your own mattress. “If he had been, he would have done something about it.” Yeosang snorted. “I’m serious! If there’s one thing I know about Wooyoung, it’s that he takes what he wants.”

“You think that rule applies to his best friend and other best friend’s sister? He’s probably worried I’ll be pissed if he tells me or something.”

Again, you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t, honestly,” San replied, eyes wide as he tracked Wooyoung, pacing the floor in front of him. “I know how mad I’d be if it turned out you were in love with Haneul.”

“That’s what I’m saying, Sannie,” Wooyoung huffed, collapsing on his back and spreading out across the mattress. He squirmed, situating himself with his head in San’s lap, and the elder obliged, petting at his hair. “But she’s so pretty.”

“She is,” he agreed, holding his hands up in surrender as Wooyoung glared daggers at him. “I’m just saying! Your friend’s sister is pretty! Would you rather I disagree?”

Wooyoung huffed a sigh, frowning and settling back into his roommate’s lap. “God, this week is gonna suck. Having her here is like… It feels better, but it also feels worse, y’know? She’s so close but so far away.”

“You could always, like… Ask Yeosang for permission, first.”

“Didn’t you just advise me against that? Whose side are you on here?”

San shrugged. “I’m just trying to help so I don’t have to listen to you complain all week on the slopes.”

Wooyoung reached up, the back of his hand coming into contact with San’s shoulder and pulling a pained noise from him.

In the morning, you were all up early. Breakfast was a quick, chaotic affair of the four of you cycling in and out of the kitchen, breezing past each other and shouting across the cabin as you made plans. Within an hour of pulling Yeosang from the comfort of his bed, you were all crammed into Wooyoung’s SUV, flasks on your hip to warm you in the snow and your gear strapped to the ski rack. Yeosang, much to your surprise, had slipped into the back seat before you'd even left the house, and was chatting away happily with San as you slid in the passenger seat.

“Who are you and what have you done with Kang Yeosang?” you teased, flashing your brother a skeptical half-glare. He huffed a breath through his nose and rolled his eyes, flopping sideways to lay his head on San’s shoulder, The man flushed bright red but he didn’t flinch or pull away, and you filed that information away for later.

“I made a friend. Let me enjoy him.” You thought San flushed brighter at that.

“Good luck, Sannie, you’re never getting rid of him,” you warned good-naturedly, flashing him a smile in the rearview mirror.

He gave a nervous half-smile, nodding. “Can’t imagine wanting to.”

Your brother’s lips pursed into a small ‘o’, and you watched with a grin as pink dusted his cheeks, too.

Wooyoung seemed surprised by your presence in the front seat, too, as he poked his head in and met you with a “deer-in-the-headlights” look. “That’s not the Yeosang I know.”

You gestured at him, smacking his arm lightly as he climbed into the car. “That’s what I said!”

He grinned, laughing his signature, unfiltered cackle, and your heart clenched. “God, I’m glad you’re back.”

Whether or not Wooyoung noticed the way you sheepishly smiled at your lap, your brother did. He grinned, nudging San, who blinked at him in confusion. This would be a fun week.

The four of you began the day together, meeting at the base lodge with the rest of your family to distribute lift tickets and set an emergency and end-of-day meeting point. You started as you always did, cruising down some of the shorter greens at the base of the mountain as a whole unit as you got your legs under you. You, Wooyoung and Yeosang were ready to crank it up in minutes and, for the most part, your parents were ready to follow. Kyungmin and San were falling more than the rest of you, the former sticking close to his brother and the latter frowning and sighing as he fell into the snow. Yeosang chuckled and laughed at the pout visible under his helmet, skiing over to offer the snowboarder a hand up, and you were left alone to drink in the scene.

You sighed happily, staring up at the peak and drinking in the scenery as you leaned on your poles. People darted and dashed around you, cutting through the snow with ease and creating the perfect soundscape of white noise. You didn’t notice when Wooyoung slid up nex to you until he spoke, startling you out of your reverie.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You jumped, leaning hard on your poles and reaching out to steady yourself. Wooyoung dropped his board into the snow and planted his boots, arms wrapping around your middle as you stumbled on your skis. Sighing as you found your balance again, you rested your hands on his arms, eyes slipping shut.

“Thank you,” you hummed, turning over your shoulder with a smile to—oh.

He was so close to you. You felt your cheeks heat again, this time not from the sting of the cold. “You’re… welcome,” he muttered, and you felt your heart leap into your chest.

“Hyung!” You nearly fell back over as you and Wooyoung jumped apart at his little brother’s excited cry. “Did you finally tell Y/N-ie that you love her?!”

When you looked back at Wooyoung, stunned, he stood stock-still, his expression unreadable under his helmet. The tension could be cut with a knife as silence settled between you.

It was your brother that saved you, head snapping toward you like a meerkat at Kyungmin’s shout. With a quick word to San, he zipped over, calling out to the youngest. “Kyungmin-ah! Why don’t you come help Sannie? He’s having a little trouble.”

“But Yeosang-hyung—”

Before the boy could protest further, your brother grabbed his hand, tugging him across and along toward the rack San was sat beside, leaving you and Wooyoung alone.

“Y/N, I—”

“You love me?”

You both began at once, but your words cut through the air like a war cry.

Wooyoung was quiet for a beat and you squirmed, glancing away to your brother for an escape. He afforded no assistance, his back turned to you and shielding the younger Jung’s gaze in a way you knew must have been intentional.

Finally, he spoke, he voice barely audible over the roar of the lodge activity. “I always have.”

You huffed a sigh, rolling your eyes and shuffling on your skis, starting away. “Of course you have, Wooyoung. Like a brother does, always. Never anything more.”

“No, Y/N, you’re wrong.”

You froze as he called after you, turning over your shoulder to stare at him. He had taken his helmet off, it and his goggles hanging limply at his side, giving you a window into his heart through his warm brown eyes. He swallowed thickly and stepped forward, offering out a hand. His was shaking just as much as yours was as you took it, using him to balance as you popped your skis off. He gave you no time to pick them up before he was in front of you and dropping his helmet to the ground, taking your other hand in his and breathing a quick sigh.

“I wanted this to be romantic and blow you away and this may not be the best time, but god dammit if I don’t tell you now, I might never.” He paused, taking another breath. “It’s been more since I knew what ‘more’ meant. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember—not as your brother or his best friend. I love you for you; for the woman you are, the girl you always have been, and whoever you may become. You are… so gorgeous and so sweet, and I’d do anything to call you mine.”

You were beaming at him, clenching his fingers tight like a vice as he paused. The silence had him squirming, you could see, and you scrambled for something, anything to match his heartfelt confession. In the end, what came out of your mouth was, “All you have to do is ask.”

“Kang Y/N, will you do me the incomparable honor of being my girlfriend?” His grin matched yours.

“Yes, absolutely,” you sighed, breathless between the mountain air and the affectionate tightness in your chest.

The next instant, his lips were on yours, and you grasped desperately at his shoulders as you scrabbled for your footing in the snow. Behind you, you thought you heard San cheer, and you laughed quietly against Wooyoung’s lips. When you parted, breathless for an entirely new reason, you were happy to find your boyfriend just as disheveled, beaming at you like you hung the stars.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

Out of sight—not that you would have noticed—your brother held out a fist for Kyungmin to bump.

“What was that you said about ‘never having a chance?’” Yeosang teased over dinner that night, the four of you sprawled out between the two couches in your cabin. You pulled your sweater over your face to hide your embarrassment, snuggling deeper into Wooyoung’s arms.

“Oh, shut up! He’s been your best friend and one of mine since we were kids. How was I supposed to know—”

“You were supposed to trust his best friend and your brother, is what should have happened,” he huffed.

“How did you even know?!” Wooyoung protested. You could hear his glare.

“You’re not subtle, she’s just oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!”

Yeosang sighed, rolling his eyes heartily and pushing himself up off the couch. “I’m already sick of third wheeling. San, come help me move your stuff so they can have their own room.”

Wooyoung grinned against your neck, squeezing you tight. “Oh, they might regret that,” he hummed in your ear, tapping your thigh to guide you off of his lap. “I’ll help! Sannie can stay.”

Your brother raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smirk. “Oh, now he’s helpful. A changed man.”

“Only the best for my princess,” he teased, shooting you a wink over his shoulder. You pulled your sweater up over your nose again, grinning and hiding your flush.

An hour later, your stuff had been moved into the upstairs bedroom with Wooyoung’s, and Yeosang and San were gathering their gear. You turned to peer at them over the back of the sofa, eyes wide and innocent. “Where are you off to?”

“We saw signs for night skiing, and he was interested,” your brother explained, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “I didn’t want to leave him with mom and dad, so I’m going too. I think Wooyoung was thinking about coming, but…” he gave you a knowing look. “I thought if we gave you a couple hours of alone time, we could sleep tonight.”

Your cheeks heated. “Yeosang!”

“Thank you, bye, have fun!” Wooyoung called as he slid up behind you and looped his arms around your waist. “That’s enough talk about our future sex life. Be safe.”

“Two and a half hours,” your brother warned, giving you both a pointed glance. Behind him, San’s cheeks were tinged pink. “Remember what I said.”

This was directed over your shoulder to Wooyoung who, when you turned, had gone a little pale. The door shut with a purposeful slam and you turned in his arms, cupping his face.

“What did he say?”

“That, uh… If he hears anything, he’ll give our moms the details. And tell your dad.”

“We’d better get it out of our systems while he’s out then, huh?”

You’d watched Wooyoung short-circuit before over Yeosang babbling on about his engineering studies, mostly. Being the reason he did so now, especially when it was enhanced by the pretty pink tinge that rose in his cheeks and ears, was an entirely new and delightful experience.

“Unless you don’t—” you began when the silence stretched, only to be cut off by his lips on your own.

“Absolutely the hell not,” he practically growled, and you felt your knees go a little weak. “I’ve waited way too long to have you—I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed, stepping back from him and catching his hand in yours as it fell between you.

The two of you practically dashed up the stairs, barely pausing to kick the door shut and lock it before your lips were pressed together again, both hungry for each other. His hands ran up your sides and under your sweater, rucking it up and grabbing at the soft skin he found underneath. Your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, pulling a pretty moan from him that you wanted to hear more of right then and there. He gave you no time, however, spinning you and walking you back toward the bed.

When your knees hit the mattress, you both fell in a giggling heap onto it, Wooyoung caging you in below him with his hands on either side of your head. His lips found your jaw the moment you both settled and he let his eyes flutter shut as he trailed kisses down your throat. There would be time to watch you come apart for him later; now, he wanted to bask in all the pretty little sounds you let out as he worked you up. It didn’t take long before you were squirming under him, hands grasping at his hair while his lips and hands sought each other through the barrier of your sweater. When his lips reached your neckline, he guided you up and pulled your sweater over your head, tossing it to the side, your bra quickly following.

He sat back on his heels, hands on your waist to keep you upright as he drank you in, eyes wide and earnest. You felt your cheeks heat, tugging at the hem of his own shirt to resist the urge to cover yourself. He obliged immediately, the garment discarded like yours, and your hands immediately found his skin. Wooyoung shivered as you ran your fingers up his chest, tracing over the lines of his abs and ghosting over his nipples, delighting at the shiver that lit down his spine and the whine that spilled from his lips.

In the next moment, his lips were on yours and he was guiding you onto your back once more. His hands stopped only to squeeze your breasts and tweak at your nipples in return, pulling a gasp from you and a grin from him, before they came to rest at your waistband, fingers dipping under it. You lifted your hips obediently, your lounge pants and underwear being pulled off and shucked away at once and earning a purr of “Good girl,” from Wooyoung.

You whimpered at that and he grinned, raising an eyebrow at you as he lowered himself between your legs. “Noted,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Sit there and look pretty for me while I open you up, okay.”

At a loss for words, you nodded dumbly, gasping as his lips met your skin again. You melted back into the pillows with a moan as his breath ghosted over your core, hips twitching in anticipation. “W-Wooyoung,” you tried. He grinned wickedly up at you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Without another word, he was pressing his tongue to you and lapping a fat stripe up your core, flicking his tongue over your clit with a little flourish. You squirmed and he grinned against you, moaning into your heat as you tugged at his hair, silently begging him to come closer. He obliged and buried his tongue between your folds, the curve of his nose bumping against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he lost himself in your taste.

His hands came up under you to cup at your ass, kneading at the soft flesh as your thighs landed over his shoulders. You whimpered and squirmed, thighs twitching by his ears, and Wooyoung couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be. His fingers prodded against your entrance and he glanced up questioningly as your hips jerked, as if both you and your body were unsure if you wanted more or less. The sight that met him was one of beauty; your hair was spread across the pillows around you and the hand that wasn’t tangled in Wooyoung’s hair had begun kneading at your breast—and Wooyoung rutted down into the mattress with a low groan.

You nodded frantically as he pressed more insistently against your core, and he quickly slipped a finger into you, preening at the sigh you let out. He worked it slowly in contrast to his quick tongue, and the difference quickly had you seeing stars. Eyes still locked on your writhing form, he pressed a second finger in with the first and crooked them up, seeking out your sweet spot. The moment he found it, he grinned, committing the little squeak of pleasure that left you to memory for later.

It took seconds, then, for the coil in your gut to snap, and your back arched off the bed as you rode out your high against Wooyoung’s sinful mouth. His eyes were wide and innocent as he worked you over your peak with no sign of halting, only freeing you from your torment when you tugged him back by his hair. He surfaced with a gasp and a grin you quickly wiped off his face as you crashed your lips against his own.

There was no time for him to react as you shoved him down next to you and climbed into his lap, settling your weight over his clothed cock. He groaned and winced, neglected length throbbing painfully at the sudden stimulation. You giggled and he glared, hands settling on your hips to encourage you to start grinding against him. With a coy smile, you moved his hands back to the sheets and shifted back to his thighs, fingers tucking under his waistband. What you found made you freeze, and you were gifted with another beautiful Wooyoung giggle as he grinned up at you.

“You were expecting this, weren’t you?” You muttered as you tugged his pants down and, just as you had guessed, found no underwear beneath.

He shook his head, expression suddenly softer. “Expecting, never. Hoping?” He grinned like a Cheshire and leaned forward, cupping your ass and dragging you up to press your core against him. “Always,” he purred, darting up to catch your lips once more.

You hummed happily as you ground down against him, the friction welcome but far too little after experiencing his tongue and fingers. “Wooyoung,” you managed between kisses, shifting further up so his head caught on your entrance. “Wanna ride you baby, please?”

He let out a wrecked groan and nodded, wrapping an arm around you to lift you as the other positioned his cock at your entrance. “Wait, shit,” he murmured, shifting under you. You whined, thighs clenching to keep him in place. “Condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” you muttered, grinding against him, “wanna feel you, please.”

Wooyoung cursed, hips rolling up against your own. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You beamed, pressing another quick kiss to his lips as he lined himself back up. His hands held you steady, setting the pace for you as he filled you inch-by-inch and you whined in protest, brow furrowing. Pressing his wrists down into the sheets, you sat yourself on his cock in one fluid motion, pulling cries from both of you. Ravenous, you slotted your lips against his and immediately began riding him in earnest, grinning against his lips at the squeak he let out.

“F-Fuck, babydoll,” he gasped out, hands returning to your hips when yours grasped the headboard for balance. “Not gonna last if you keep at this—shit.”

“Play with my clit,” you breathed, walls clenching around him at the hungry look he gave in return, “and I won’t either.”

Wordlessly, he nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his thumb before settling over your clit, pushing back the hood before rubbing tight circles over it. You let out a broken shout and he moaned quietly, cock twitching pleasantly inside you.

“G-G’nna…” he gasped, swallowing thickly as he staved off his climax.

You nodded, pace picking up just barely as you chased your releases. A moment later, your walls began fluttering around him and your back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as you plummeted over your peak. The sight of you was all it took for Wooyoung to follow, reaching up and pulling you down into his chest as he emptied into you.

The silence was jarring when you both came back to your senses, only the sound of your heavy breaths filling the space now. You sighed with a smile and let your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself to bask in the afterglow before the sweat would force you to the bathroom. Your boyfriend held you tight, pressing kisses into your hair as his hands roamed over your back.

“I love you, Wooyoungie,” you murmured sleepily, smiling as you felt him chuckle.

“I love you too, Y/N-ie,” he replied readily.

“This is the best year yet.”

He beamed. “And it’s only day one.”

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