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[i-nssomniia]

Oh shit, I'm melting now🫠🫠🫠

"You Betrayed Me"

Pairing: Park Hajun/Joker x Reader

Summary: You ate his apple pie :( say sorry

Tags: Fluff, Established RS, RIP Hajun's apple pie

a/n: for @ravenwritten bcs of their sus ask and an anon! lolol sorry it took long but here you go<3

You knew something was off the moment you both stepped out of the café.

It wasn’t anything obvious at first—just the subtle way he didn’t hold the door open like he always did, or how he stayed a step ahead instead of slowing down to match your pace. His hands stayed tucked in his pockets, shoulders squared and tense, when normally they’d be the first to reach for yours without a second thought.

But the real giveaway?

That little pout tugging at the corners of his mouth. Barely there, but unmistakable if you knew where to look. 

And oh, you knew.

You bit back a smile, not wanting to push your luck by teasing him just yet, so you gently nudged his arm with your elbow instead.

“What’s with the pout, love?” you asked, light and teasing, craning your neck a little to meet his eyes under the messy fringe falling into his face.

He didn’t answer right away, but the pout wavered—turning into a mild scowl as he side-eyed you, then glanced down at where your arm brushed his. His steps slowed, just enough to let you catch up fully and walk beside him like you always did.

You reached for his hand then, easing your fingers toward him despite the way he kept his fist curled tight in his jacket pocket.

And after a moment’s hesitation, he let you take it—big, rough hand slowly unfolding to meet yours like a quiet surrender. His palm completely swallowed yours, but it was warm and gentle, his fingers curling back around yours instinctively.

“Hey,” you said more softly this time, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Are you mad at something?”

He let out the smallest huff, a stubborn little brrath through his nose, but you felt the tension leave his shoulders. A beat passed. Then another.

“…The apple pie,” he finally muttered, voice low and a little sulky.

You blinked. “The apple pie?”

He stopped walking, turning to face you with the air of a man who’d just been betrayed by the world. His brows knit together in genuine distress, and for a second, he actually looked heartbroken.

“You said you just wanted a bite,” he said, eyes narrowing in faint disbelief. “A bite. And then you scooped out all the filling. You left me with soggy crust and lies.”

You tried—really tried—not to laugh, but the dramatic delivery and the dead-serious expression on his face made it impossible to hold in the giggle bubbling up in your throat.

“I didn’t mean to take all the filling!” you said through a laugh, squeezing his hand. “It just sort of happened! It was really good!”

He looked away like a grumpy cartoon character, jaw tightening as he muttered, “It had cinnamon and caramel...and apples. My favorite. I was saving it.”

“Aww, I’m sorry—” you cooed, leaning your head against his arm, letting the side of your cheek nuzzle against the warmth of him. You gave his hand a playful swing between yours. “You big baby. Are you really pouting because of dessert?”

“I’m pouting because you ate my dessert,” he grumbled, refusing to look at you like that would somehow protect his wounded pride.

You chuckled softly, your hand gently squeezing his. Then, without a word, you tugged his hand in the opposite direction, gently steering him down the street again—this time, back the way you came.

He blinked, dragging his feet slightly in confusion. “Wait—where are you going? Your hou—”

You stopped him mid-thought by slipping your other arm around his, hugging it close to your chest like you never wanted to let go. Your steps slowed to a lazy stroll, your body pressed softly to his side.

“I don’t want you to stay mad at me, Hajun…” you murmured, lifting your head just enough to glance up at him with your own pout, brows tilted in a playful apology. “So we’re gonna go buy you some more apple pies. As peace offering.”

He looked down at you, lips twitching at the corners despite himself, eyes softening in a way he probably didn’t even realize. His arm, still wrapped in yours, flexed just slightly—like he wanted to pull you in closer, maybe even lift you into a hug and never let go. But instead, he settled for tilting his head and letting out a sigh that sounded far too fond for someone supposedly upset.

“You can’t just solve everything with pie, you know.”

“No,” you said with a smile, snuggling into his side, “but I can solve this with pie. And maybe a few kisses later, if you’re still sulking.”

That earned a low chuckle from him, the kind you could feel in your chest through the closeness of your bodies. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze.

“You’re lucky you’re cute...”

“And you’re lucky I’m the best lover around.”

With that, he let himself be led—one hand tucked securely in yoirs, the other arm wrapped up in your hold like it belonged there. His stride fell into sync with yours again, easier now, softer, like the grump had fully melted.

And just before you reached the corner, he leaned down, his lips brushing the crown of your head with the softest kiss.

“…Next time, though,” he murmured, “I’m guarding my pie with my life.”

You laughed, the sound echoing into the night as you leaned even closer. “We’ll see about that.”

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[i-nssomniia]

«Spoiled date»

Pairing: Hyuk x reader x Wooin

Tags: polyamorous relationships

Note: I don't know, I just want two of them. well, please

@shintaru @dzvelinaskebiyars

you look up at the sky, seeing the clouds gathering, a sure sign that it's about to rain, or more specifically, pour.

"We should hurry home if we don't want to get wet" - Hyuk takes your hand, starting to walk forward, when you feel another warm hand on your waist. Ah, Wooin.

you nod curtly as you walk between them. you were actually so upset. the two of them are so often gone for training or their part-time jobs that you rarely spend time as a three, except for the night, but that was different. and now on your shared weekend, you were able to get the two of them on a date to spend time together, but even so, it was all ruined by the weather. you're sure you checked the forecast several times in the morning and even before you left, but there was nothing about a downpour.

"Hey", - you feel a hot breath near your ear as thunder rumbles in the sky. You shudder slightly at the sound, and the rain is about to start. "Are you okay?" - You turn your head to look at Wooin. It's an uncharacteristic display of concern, rather than teasing or random acts of affection towards you or through Hyuk.

You nod at him curtly, trying to hide your disappointment, but even Hyuk, who does not recognize emotional signals well and does not understand other people's actions and their mood, sees that you are not okay. You can feel the small droplets of water beginning to settle on your skin and hair before a full-fledged downpour strikes, forcing you to run and seek shelter in a convenience store.

you look out the store windows, see the strong wind, and realize that you're stuck here for a long time. and it could have been a good chance to spend time as a three-piece, but your mood was so much worse and it was so stupid. you leave the two of them behind as you walk past the store shelves to grab your favorite treat, but even that doesn't have the enthusiasm you just hang in front of the shelf.

"why are you upset?", - Hyuk approaches you with his hands in his pockets, his wet hair sticking to his face, covering his forehead.

"I'm not upset, I'm just-"

"nonsense", - Wooin snorts, placing her hand on your shoulder and reaching for a pack of Poki tubes on the shelf, - "you're acting like it's someone's funeral, seriously."

You sigh, covering your face with your hands. You didn't want to tell them that you were just feeling sad about something small. After all, you spend time with them separately, you share the same apartment, have each other's belongings, and-

"because the date was ruined?" - and you just hate all of this insight from Wooin. You didn't want to look like a fool in front of them, but you just nod, running your hands through your hair, combing the wet strands back.

"We don't spend much time together, and we see each other separately, but it's different. Being on a date with you two when you both have time, but now it's just ruined, and I feel like-"

your stream of complaints is interrupted by a simple question, "why?" from Hyuk, who tilts his head to understand your train of thought. You and Wooin look at him, sighing briefly.

"why what?"

"why is the date ruined?" - he frowns in confusion, shrugging, - "we're all three together now, just like you wanted, so-"

"because it's different, damn it", - you click without even thinking to turn yourself around, - "because it's one thing to be on a date, and another thing to be locked in a store because of the weather. It's different for me. Because when tomorrow comes, everything will start over, but..."

your lower lip trembles as you bow your head down, breathing through your nose. it was so silly and you tried to stop yourself, and you knew you were starting a tantrum out of thin air as you closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying. a few moments pass when you are slapped on the cheeks, lifting your face in warm hands.

you look up, seeing Hyuk looking from Wooin, who's sitting behind you, his arms wrapped around your back now, to you and your face, his gaze skimming over your features.

"We can take a few days off"

your breath catches when you hear those words in front of you. we? a few days off? spend some time together? this is..

"let's take Wooin's car, a small house by the sea", - Hyuk shrugs, brushing your hair. you hear a soft snort behind you, but you stand there, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

"really? a vacation together?", - you receive simultaneous assent from both of them. it sounds much better than a date, to be honest..

You nod briefly, smiling softly as you bask in the arms of the two men, your eyes half-closed. You don't notice Hyuk and Wooin exchanging glances, clearly relieved that they've managed to cheer you up.

Later, you might learn from them that they've been planning this little getaway as a surprise for a while, but they had to tell you to make sure you were okay now.

because even if you spend time with them separately, it doesn't mean they don't notice how good you feel in their arms when they're both around.

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OKAY.. it's five o'clock in the morning and I think it's fucking funny. I just flipped through some memes before going to bed, saw it, saw a little Shabbat in it, translated them. I won't even justify myself. I don't know, maybe I'll delete it later

@shintaru @dzvelinaskebiyars sorry, but I'm so funny now

My favorite is this joke:

[i-nssomniia]

oh, my boys, come here. thank you!

HEYA!! I was wondering if you could write for Wooin and Hyuk when reader tries to make them jealous? Take your time with this ofc!!

Hyuk:

It’s cute, adorable even. You’re trying so hard to get his attention, yet, all because you didn’t want to ask for it, you resort to pull a petty prank like this.

“I’m telling you; I can beat everyone in LOS. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy!”

“I believe you, I believe you. I can totally see it.”

It’s been ten minutes since you and that one guy talked, you working behind the seven-eleven cashier for today while the other is simply a customer. The signs are there: the strained smile, faux enthusiasm in your voice. Yet, despite how uninterested you are in the guy, you did your best to cling on to him. Something you rarely do, even to him, your own boyfriend.

Intending to see how much longer your shenanigans will go, Hyuk continues watching while slurping on his Pocari Sweat. Occasionally, his phone would buzz and he’d tap on his screen, tugging on his bottom lip as he reads over the text Wooin sends him.

It’s when he’s about to deal with Wooin’s temper for not texting back, the guy leaves. Then an hour later, your shift ends.

“Did you have fun talking to him?” Outside of the store, he nuzzles the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping themselves around your shoulders.

“I mean, it’s nice chatting with someone from another crew and getting to know them.” You shrug.

Instantly his grip tightens, eyes impossibly blanker.

…So, that’s how it’s going to be, huh.

Being the good boyfriend he is, he gives exactly what you want.  His full attention is on you for the rest of day and night, not once letting you in every sense to where, the next day, people were constantly looking at you when you appear in a quarter zip, constantly tugging up the zipper and looking sleep deprived while Hyuk, standing next to you, seemed more refreshed than ever. It was also, not coincidental that a certain someone from yesterday gets toyed around and taken down during the race Hyuk, surprisingly, personally volunteers to enter.

Wooin:

His smirk never disappears; eyes wide and pupils constrict and snake-like. Across the club, you’re laughing at something some loser tells you, looking as if you’re having so much fun. It might’ve been more believable that you are if your eyes had some light in them or, at least, you stop glancing at him. But what did the other know, too dumb to even realize you’ve been faking it from the very start.

His finger continues tapping on the bar counter, taking sips of his drink time-to-time as he waits it out.

You could’ve told him you wanted him to yourself for the day.  The things he needed to do today are things that can get pushed back to tomorrow –say the word, he would’ve done it. But, it’s funny really. You often whine how he’s so clingy, telling him to let go only for you to stay attached to someone who you don’t care about for over an hour.

Suddenly, there’s loud laughter in the corner you’re sitting in.

“Okay, that was a pretty good joke.”

“Yeah? Well, there’s more where that came from. Drop your number and you can hear the rest of them.”

…Forget watching, maybe he should really do it. Show the guy that you’re taken in the flashiest way. It’ll probably piss you off but consequences be damned when the guy can’t take a hint-where are you going now?

The few seconds he takes his eye off of you, you’re already making your way out. Quickly, he goes follows after you, slipping through the crowd with ease and catching up the moment you step out.

“Got bored of that guy?”

“Who the fuck-Wooin?!”  

He snickers, pulling you closer to him with the arm slung around your shoulder.

“If you really wanted my attention, you just needed to say it.”

“Who said that I wanted your attention?”

Long story short, the two of you don’t sleep that night as he makes it his mission to have everyone know you’re taken while letting you know he will always give his time to you.

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“404: Not Just a Gremlin”

Pairing: Wooin Yoo x Reader

Summary: He thought you were just a dude that supplies him drugs.

Tags: Genderbender, Suggestive, Drugs mentioned, Clubbing, Alcohol usage, Reader is a storefront runner, COMEDY I SWEAR I TRIED

A/N: im unemployed, yall!!!!!!!!! finally have freedom ;D

It wasn’t clean work, never claimed it was.

But it paid well—and you were damn good at it.

You weren’t out pushing pills or mixing chemicals in some underground lab. You were behind the screen. Rerouting transactions, scrubbing trails, keeping the network alive. Fake storefronts, crypto wallets, ghost accounts—you knew the supply, the runners, the paths.

Call it what you want. You called it business.

Tucked behind flickering monitors in your busted old PC bang, you ran a quiet little empire. To outsiders, it was just a gaming café—cheap rates, sticky keyboards, and the constant drone of teens yelling over gunfire and lag.

But to those in the know? It was the pickup point. Dealers came in, grabbed their box, left. No names, no faces. Easy.

You? Just the owner. Quiet, forgettable. Exactly how you liked it.

Well—almost.

“Heya~”

There it was—the downside.

“How’s my favorite manager doing, huh?”

You didn’t even look up. Hoodie low, fingers typing. Just sighed loud enough for the dramatics to hear.

The duo was already leaning over the counter like they paid rent. The shorter one—trademark smug grin, lollipop in mouth—popped it out just to talk more shit.

“Still giving me the cold shoulder? You’re breaking my heart, manager,” Wooin whined like a brat who didn’t get his candy.

You stood, grabbed the box from the back shelf, dropped it on the counter without a word.

Wooin Yoo: Club rat. Dealer. Professional pain in your ass. Somehow turned pestering you into a nightly routine.

He picked up the box with a grin. “Thanks, bro. You’re the real MVP.”

“Shut your ass up and scram,” you muttered, sliding back into your chair.

“Cold as ever.” He clicked his tongue. “Seriously, what do you even do in here all day? Jerk off to code?”

You didn’t look up. “Yeah. And you just ruined the climax. Thanks.”

He laughed, slapping the counter. “You’re such a freak. I like that about you.”

“Overdose already,” you mumbled.

“See? This is why we vibe,” he said, tapping the lollipop against your monitor. “Mysterious, hostile, probably sleep-deprived—you’re just my type, bro.”

You finally glanced up, just enough for your eyes to meet his.

Flat. Bored. Unbothered.

“Flirting’s not gonna get you a discount.”

Wooin grinned. “Didn’t say it was. Just sayin’—if I swung that way...”

You raised a brow. “If?”

He blinked. “Wait, are you flirting back now?”

You leaned in slightly, deadpan. “Do you want me to?”

He blinked again. Laughed nervously. “Okay, kinda scared. Kinda intrigued. Can’t tell if you’d punch me or kiss me.”

“Flip a coin,” you said, already turning back to your screen.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, staring a little too long. “I swear, you’re the hottest gamer goblin I’ve ever met.”

You didn’t correct him.

Let him think what he wants. It's easier that way.

–

Clubs were a balm for his messed-up soul—no doubt about it.

Let the bass rattle his bones, let the lights blur his thoughts. Scope the room for someone pretty, slip a tab or two, maybe end the night tangled with a stranger. That was the rhythm of nightlife—the kind he lived for.

Morality? Please.

He was never gunning for sainthood—where’s the thrill in playing it safe?

If he wanted a quiet life, he wouldn’t be out here pushing pills for fast cash. Hell, he wouldn’t have split his tongue, pierced half his damn face, or carved himself into someone society couldn’t swallow.

So yeah—look him in the eye and see if he gives a damn.

And speaking of things he does give a damn about—

There she was.

Perched at the bar, legs crossed, skin glowing under the wash of neon. Pretty. Effortless. Bored enough to be dangerous. Just the kind of trouble he liked to chase.

Wooin slid in beside you with the ease of someone who’s never been told no in a way that stuck. Elbow on the counter, lollipop tucked between his teeth like punctuation. Confident. Lazy. Dangerous.

“Hey,” he said, voice dipped in syrup and sin. “You look like you need something sweeter than whatever’s in that glass.”

He caught the sideways glance you gave him—sharp, bored, and unimpressed. Your lashes barely lifted, and yet that one look rolled straight through him like you’d already read the script and hated the ending.

He smirked, unbothered.

“Damn, rolling your eyes when I haven’t even misbehaved yet?” he chuckled, teeth flashing as he leaned a little closer. “That’s cold, ma.”

The bartender slid over a glass of whatever he always got—he didn’t look, didn’t need to. His focus was locked. There was something about the curve of your jaw, the way you leaned against the counter like you owned the night. 

Familiar. Too familiar.

His smile twitched, just slightly.

He took a sip, studying you from the rim of his glass.

“Have we met?” he asked, tone still smooth but a shade more cautious now.

You turned to him slowly, all deliberate grace—like you had no reason to rush, like time moved for you. Hair slid off your shoulder as you tucked it behind your ear, revealing a discreet earpiece that gleamed under the bar’s chaotic lights.

Wooin’s gaze dragged over you, and yeah—he’d smash. Obviously. Silk slipping over skin like a whisper? lips painted that deep, cruel red? You looked like trouble in the prettiest packaging, the kind of girl who walked away with a guy’s pride in her purse. 

But something tugged at the edges of his mind.

The way your eyes narrpwed. The tiny sigh that escaped you. That look of exasperation like you’d known him all your life and were already tired of his shit.

His smile faltered. Just a flicker.

He squinted at you, the light shifting overhead. Shadows rolled across your face and for half a second—something clicked.

His stomach dropped.

No way.

It couldn’t—

“Shut your ass up and scram, Wooin,” you muttered, not even sparing him a full glance.

His jaw practically hit the floor.

“Manager?!” he half-shouted, then slapped a hand over his mouth as a couple at the end of the bar turned to look.

He leaned in closer, eyes bugging out, voice dropping to a frantic whisper like it was state secrets he’d just uncovered.

“No fucking way—you’re a chick?!”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle you didn’t pull something.

“Wow,” you muttered, flat and unimpressed. “Sexist and stupid. What a combo.”

“Holy shit,” he exhaled, practically vibrating as he stared at you like you’d just sprouted a second head—one he was weirdly into. “You’ve been hot this whole time? And you never said anything?!”

You cocked a brow, already exasperated. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“I mean, I just—” He gestured vaguely at your face. “I always thought you were, like... some dude...or a gremlin in a hoodie. You always looked like you hated daylight and happiness.”

You sipped your drink. “Still do.”

“Yeah, but now you’re—fuck, you’re, like—dangerously hot.”

You turned fully to him, resting an elbow on the bar as you looked him over with deliberate slowness. “And you’re still wearing that ugly-ass yellow glasses and thinking it’s a personality.”

He clutched his chest. “Oof. Brutal.”

“Accurate.”

He let out a laugh, grinning even wider. 

“I can’t believe this. All this time, I’ve been annoying the hell out of you thinking you were some grumpy little dude with carpal tunnel and a porn addiction—”

“And I let you think that,” you said, tilting your glass toward him in mock cheers, “because you’d never shut up otherwise.”

“I don’t know whether to be offended or turned on,” he muttered.

“Go with turned on,” you said dryly. “You’re easier to handle when you're distracted.”

He snorted into his drink, then leaned in, eyes gleaming now—not with shock, but curiosity. Interest.

“Okay, but, like—real talk. You always this hot under all that fabric? Or did you do this just to mess with me?”

You smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

His gaze dipped—subtle, lingering, not even pretending to hide it now.

“Actually,” he said, his voice dropping a touch lower, warmer, “yeah. I really, really would.”

The air between you thickened—less banter now, more charged. More aware.

You raised your brow again, but your smile was slower this time. 

 “Wooin.”

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I am.”

Silence. Or maybe not silence—just that kind of hum that fills the air when things shift. When tension stops being playful and starts becoming something else.

You looked down at your drink, then back up at him, eyelashes brushing your cheeks as you spoke.

“My shift ends in twenty,” you said. Casual. Measured. But not vague.

Wooin’s smile twitched, then grew into something unholy.

“Cool,” he said, leaning back with a lazy stretch. “I was just about to ask if you wanted to keep talking somewhere less... flourescent.”

“Oh?” You sipped, slow. “And where would that be?”

He shrugged, eyes glittering.

“I dunno. My place has softer lighting. Warmer... atmosphere. Fewer strangers.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. 

“Sounds sketchy.”

“Only mildly,” he grinned. “But I’ll even throw in a second lollipop and let you bully me the entire night.”

You laughed into your glass, shaking your head—but you didn’t say no.

Didn’t have to.

You just said, “Twenty minutes, then.”

And Wooin, already victorious, tapped his glass to yours.

“Worth the wait.”

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yes

Can we get high school au with Joker🥲🙏🏼 (I love ur high school au fics smm)

Just a physical education lesson?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader

Tags: college au, secretly in love!Joker, panicking!Reader, a hint for the future relationships

Note: of course, darling! I'm glad you like it! i love<< (do you even remember how the author presents the Joker to us? Always awkward and inferior to girls! I think if I met him in real life, I would really be a little scared of its size, but then... hehehehe, it’s size hehe)

@shintaru @wthphe1n @dzvelinaskebiyars

college au part1 with Wooin college au part2 with Owen college au part3 with Hyuk college au part4 with Vinny

"Oh.."

You hold your breath, lifting your head to look at him. He's so tall that you have to tilt your head up a lot to see his face.

"Physical education teacher paired us up"

You nod briefly at his words, your breathing is a little unstable. He's so scary.. Your classmate Hajun or Joker, as everyone here calls him. Why? you don't know, and you definitely don't want to know the answer, because you're almost 100% sure that it has something to do with something violent.

You fidget with the hem of your t-shirt awkwardly, panicking inside. Hajun always intimidated you not only with his appearance, he's taller and wider than you, but also with his gaze! Sometimes you feel like you've crossed his path like a black cat on a bad omen, and he's silently planning your murder.

"Are you feeling unwell?", - his voice sounds so harsh as his body leans slightly towards you, causing you to take a step back reflexively, waving your hands in front of you as you respond too hastily.

"No, no, I'm fine" - nonsense, you're not fine. You feel like when you will do exercises together, he's just going to break a couple of your bones with his brute force. This guy is a boxer in a college boxing club! - "Let's just get it done quickly and be done with it"

you awkwardly walk past, trying not to accidentally touch him, as you make your way to the sports mats to start your exercises. and you're ready to believe in God right now, and pray on your knees like a nun, just to stay intact. and why is it that your friend decided to get sick and not come today? because because you couldn't choose a partner at the beginning of class, you're forced to be near him.

you take a short breath, trying to calm your heart rate, "you're first" - you look back at him over your shoulder, noting the frown on his face. maybe you should have actually said you were feeling sick? you feel like your body temperature has risen.

Hajun walks past you, sitting down on the mat, bending his knees. you sigh, sitting down in front of him, reaching out with shaky hands to hold him in place.

"Closer, otherwise you won't be able to hold on", - he pulls your hand towards him, and you reflexively move your body forward, securing his knees with your hands and his heels with your feet, - "Hold on tight"

And you instinctively apply more pressure as he checks the hold and begins the exercise by starting the timer, folding his arms behind his head and lifting his torso. You try not to look at him, mentally counting the number of his bends until he stops. your heart beats faster when you look up at him. he's so close.

"How much?", - he asks you, his voice softer than usual. Up close, his features seem softer. You've never seen Hajun from this angle, as you usually look up at him.

"..ah, 61" - you correct yourself, looking away from him. He doesn't seem as threatening as usual. And damn it, 61 times in less than a full minute? And he hasn't even broken a sweat.

he doesn't say anything, just gets up from his seat, so easily escaping your grip, even though you're pressing with full force. how strong is he? you switch positions with him, putting your legs in your knees, lying back on the mat, and closing your eyes. the fear of him crushing your legs with his hands settles in your head, sounding like a terrifying siren.

but instead, you feel a gentle touch, like touching crystal, that takes your breath away. again. not out of fear.

"Start", - you sigh briefly as you begin to lift your body. And damn it, the seconds haven't even reached the middle of the minute, but your breath is starting to fail, and sweat is dripping down your temples. And every forward lean feels so awkward.

and when the minute is up, the gym teacher comes up to you to write down your scores. you're definitely screwed, you know you did a bad job, but your eyes widen when you hear Hajun's answer. he added a few numbers to give you a good grade for the sports standard? and the image of this intimidating guy in front of you, kneeling with those soft features, gentle touches, and almost pink cheeks, crumbles. wait, pink cheeks, what? Are you sure that's what you're seeing?

and it seems that the rest of the lesson consists only of awkward moments and Hajun's touches on you. and you're sure that he's embarrassed every time you're so close. because now you look at him more often, even though a while ago you were afraid to breathe around him!

and even if the rest of the lesson passes in silence between you, you can feel his gentle touches on your back as he helps you pull yourself up on the lower bar, and you can hear him exaggerating your results. If the first or even the second time you could say that Hajun was just losing count, then no, he was doing it on purpose.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts as you change clothes and walk out of the locker room after class.

"Hey", - a rough voice from the side makes you stop and look up again, - "this is for you. You did a good job"

Hajun hands you a cold bottle of water and takes large steps towards the exit, leaving you behind in a daze. Did he run to the vending machines to get you some cold water?

you look in the direction he was heading again, but he's nowhere to be seen. and the only thing you can hear is your own heart beating in your ears. this damn bottle of water causes goosebumps more than a long-awaited birthday present.

and Hajun, hurrying towards the bathroom to wash his face, his cheeks burning so hot. and the silent hope that you didn't see him nervous around you, blushing every time he touched you.

and one day he will come to you again, under some stupid pretext to help him with the material that he supposedly did not understand in class, so that he can be with you for at least five minutes close to you. because he can no longer just look at you from afar and blush like a stupid schoolboy in front of his first love (oh, no, he is exactly like that, completely whipped up just for you).

just give him time, okay? one day he'll give in to all of Wooin’s teasing and ask you on a first date to an amusement park. he knows you love it, he's heard you talk about it. he'll buy you cotton candy and ice cream, and he'll hold your hand and lead you by the hand, nervously keeping you close to him so you don't run into anyone, and he'll even cover you from behind so your skirt doesn't ride up.

but right now he's here on the college campus, squeezing his t-shirt, washing his face with water, nervous because you've spent so much time close to each other.

and he's secretly glad that your friend got sick, leaving the two of you alone, and he was able to take that first step towards you.

oh, his size–

[i-nssomniia]

In order to carry you in my arms?😶

Can we get high school au with Joker🥲🙏🏼 (I love ur high school au fics smm)

Just a physical education lesson?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader

Tags: college au, secretly in love!Joker, panicking!Reader, a hint for the future relationships

Note: of course, darling! I'm glad you like it! i love<< (do you even remember how the author presents the Joker to us? Always awkward and inferior to girls! I think if I met him in real life, I would really be a little scared of its size, but then... hehehehe, it’s size hehe)

@shintaru @wthphe1n @dzvelinaskebiyars

college au part1 with Wooin college au part2 with Owen college au part3 with Hyuk college au part4 with Vinny

"Oh.."

You hold your breath, lifting your head to look at him. He's so tall that you have to tilt your head up a lot to see his face.

"Physical education teacher paired us up"

You nod briefly at his words, your breathing is a little unstable. He's so scary.. Your classmate Hajun or Joker, as everyone here calls him. Why? you don't know, and you definitely don't want to know the answer, because you're almost 100% sure that it has something to do with something violent.

You fidget with the hem of your t-shirt awkwardly, panicking inside. Hajun always intimidated you not only with his appearance, he's taller and wider than you, but also with his gaze! Sometimes you feel like you've crossed his path like a black cat on a bad omen, and he's silently planning your murder.

"Are you feeling unwell?", - his voice sounds so harsh as his body leans slightly towards you, causing you to take a step back reflexively, waving your hands in front of you as you respond too hastily.

"No, no, I'm fine" - nonsense, you're not fine. You feel like when you will do exercises together, he's just going to break a couple of your bones with his brute force. This guy is a boxer in a college boxing club! - "Let's just get it done quickly and be done with it"

you awkwardly walk past, trying not to accidentally touch him, as you make your way to the sports mats to start your exercises. and you're ready to believe in God right now, and pray on your knees like a nun, just to stay intact. and why is it that your friend decided to get sick and not come today? because because you couldn't choose a partner at the beginning of class, you're forced to be near him.

you take a short breath, trying to calm your heart rate, "you're first" - you look back at him over your shoulder, noting the frown on his face. maybe you should have actually said you were feeling sick? you feel like your body temperature has risen.

Hajun walks past you, sitting down on the mat, bending his knees. you sigh, sitting down in front of him, reaching out with shaky hands to hold him in place.

"Closer, otherwise you won't be able to hold on", - he pulls your hand towards him, and you reflexively move your body forward, securing his knees with your hands and his heels with your feet, - "Hold on tight"

And you instinctively apply more pressure as he checks the hold and begins the exercise by starting the timer, folding his arms behind his head and lifting his torso. You try not to look at him, mentally counting the number of his bends until he stops. your heart beats faster when you look up at him. he's so close.

"How much?", - he asks you, his voice softer than usual. Up close, his features seem softer. You've never seen Hajun from this angle, as you usually look up at him.

"..ah, 61" - you correct yourself, looking away from him. He doesn't seem as threatening as usual. And damn it, 61 times in less than a full minute? And he hasn't even broken a sweat.

he doesn't say anything, just gets up from his seat, so easily escaping your grip, even though you're pressing with full force. how strong is he? you switch positions with him, putting your legs in your knees, lying back on the mat, and closing your eyes. the fear of him crushing your legs with his hands settles in your head, sounding like a terrifying siren.

but instead, you feel a gentle touch, like touching crystal, that takes your breath away. again. not out of fear.

"Start", - you sigh briefly as you begin to lift your body. And damn it, the seconds haven't even reached the middle of the minute, but your breath is starting to fail, and sweat is dripping down your temples. And every forward lean feels so awkward.

and when the minute is up, the gym teacher comes up to you to write down your scores. you're definitely screwed, you know you did a bad job, but your eyes widen when you hear Hajun's answer. he added a few numbers to give you a good grade for the sports standard? and the image of this intimidating guy in front of you, kneeling with those soft features, gentle touches, and almost pink cheeks, crumbles. wait, pink cheeks, what? Are you sure that's what you're seeing?

and it seems that the rest of the lesson consists only of awkward moments and Hajun's touches on you. and you're sure that he's embarrassed every time you're so close. because now you look at him more often, even though a while ago you were afraid to breathe around him!

and even if the rest of the lesson passes in silence between you, you can feel his gentle touches on your back as he helps you pull yourself up on the lower bar, and you can hear him exaggerating your results. If the first or even the second time you could say that Hajun was just losing count, then no, he was doing it on purpose.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts as you change clothes and walk out of the locker room after class.

"Hey", - a rough voice from the side makes you stop and look up again, - "this is for you. You did a good job"

Hajun hands you a cold bottle of water and takes large steps towards the exit, leaving you behind in a daze. Did he run to the vending machines to get you some cold water?

you look in the direction he was heading again, but he's nowhere to be seen. and the only thing you can hear is your own heart beating in your ears. this damn bottle of water causes goosebumps more than a long-awaited birthday present.

and Hajun, hurrying towards the bathroom to wash his face, his cheeks burning so hot. and the silent hope that you didn't see him nervous around you, blushing every time he touched you.

and one day he will come to you again, under some stupid pretext to help him with the material that he supposedly did not understand in class, so that he can be with you for at least five minutes close to you. because he can no longer just look at you from afar and blush like a stupid schoolboy in front of his first love (oh, no, he is exactly like that, completely whipped up just for you).

just give him time, okay? one day he'll give in to all of Wooin’s teasing and ask you on a first date to an amusement park. he knows you love it, he's heard you talk about it. he'll buy you cotton candy and ice cream, and he'll hold your hand and lead you by the hand, nervously keeping you close to him so you don't run into anyone, and he'll even cover you from behind so your skirt doesn't ride up.

but right now he's here on the college campus, squeezing his t-shirt, washing his face with water, nervous because you've spent so much time close to each other.

and he's secretly glad that your friend got sick, leaving the two of you alone, and he was able to take that first step towards you.

oh, his size–

[i-nssomniia]

My height is about 175 cm, but I often wear the platform on my shoes and I'm 180-185, but damn it I would still be afraid of him😩😩 I'm glad you liked it, if you want something you can just ask💗 thank you!!

Can we get high school au with Joker🥲🙏🏼 (I love ur high school au fics smm)

Just a physical education lesson?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader

Tags: college au, secretly in love!Joker, panicking!Reader, a hint for the future relationships

Note: of course, darling! I'm glad you like it! i love<< (do you even remember how the author presents the Joker to us? Always awkward and inferior to girls! I think if I met him in real life, I would really be a little scared of its size, but then... hehehehe, it’s size hehe)

@shintaru @wthphe1n @dzvelinaskebiyars

college au part1 with Wooin college au part2 with Owen college au part3 with Hyuk college au part4 with Vinny

"Oh.."

You hold your breath, lifting your head to look at him. He's so tall that you have to tilt your head up a lot to see his face.

"Physical education teacher paired us up"

You nod briefly at his words, your breathing is a little unstable. He's so scary.. Your classmate Hajun or Joker, as everyone here calls him. Why? you don't know, and you definitely don't want to know the answer, because you're almost 100% sure that it has something to do with something violent.

You fidget with the hem of your t-shirt awkwardly, panicking inside. Hajun always intimidated you not only with his appearance, he's taller and wider than you, but also with his gaze! Sometimes you feel like you've crossed his path like a black cat on a bad omen, and he's silently planning your murder.

"Are you feeling unwell?", - his voice sounds so harsh as his body leans slightly towards you, causing you to take a step back reflexively, waving your hands in front of you as you respond too hastily.

"No, no, I'm fine" - nonsense, you're not fine. You feel like when you will do exercises together, he's just going to break a couple of your bones with his brute force. This guy is a boxer in a college boxing club! - "Let's just get it done quickly and be done with it"

you awkwardly walk past, trying not to accidentally touch him, as you make your way to the sports mats to start your exercises. and you're ready to believe in God right now, and pray on your knees like a nun, just to stay intact. and why is it that your friend decided to get sick and not come today? because because you couldn't choose a partner at the beginning of class, you're forced to be near him.

you take a short breath, trying to calm your heart rate, "you're first" - you look back at him over your shoulder, noting the frown on his face. maybe you should have actually said you were feeling sick? you feel like your body temperature has risen.

Hajun walks past you, sitting down on the mat, bending his knees. you sigh, sitting down in front of him, reaching out with shaky hands to hold him in place.

"Closer, otherwise you won't be able to hold on", - he pulls your hand towards him, and you reflexively move your body forward, securing his knees with your hands and his heels with your feet, - "Hold on tight"

And you instinctively apply more pressure as he checks the hold and begins the exercise by starting the timer, folding his arms behind his head and lifting his torso. You try not to look at him, mentally counting the number of his bends until he stops. your heart beats faster when you look up at him. he's so close.

"How much?", - he asks you, his voice softer than usual. Up close, his features seem softer. You've never seen Hajun from this angle, as you usually look up at him.

"..ah, 61" - you correct yourself, looking away from him. He doesn't seem as threatening as usual. And damn it, 61 times in less than a full minute? And he hasn't even broken a sweat.

he doesn't say anything, just gets up from his seat, so easily escaping your grip, even though you're pressing with full force. how strong is he? you switch positions with him, putting your legs in your knees, lying back on the mat, and closing your eyes. the fear of him crushing your legs with his hands settles in your head, sounding like a terrifying siren.

but instead, you feel a gentle touch, like touching crystal, that takes your breath away. again. not out of fear.

"Start", - you sigh briefly as you begin to lift your body. And damn it, the seconds haven't even reached the middle of the minute, but your breath is starting to fail, and sweat is dripping down your temples. And every forward lean feels so awkward.

and when the minute is up, the gym teacher comes up to you to write down your scores. you're definitely screwed, you know you did a bad job, but your eyes widen when you hear Hajun's answer. he added a few numbers to give you a good grade for the sports standard? and the image of this intimidating guy in front of you, kneeling with those soft features, gentle touches, and almost pink cheeks, crumbles. wait, pink cheeks, what? Are you sure that's what you're seeing?

and it seems that the rest of the lesson consists only of awkward moments and Hajun's touches on you. and you're sure that he's embarrassed every time you're so close. because now you look at him more often, even though a while ago you were afraid to breathe around him!

and even if the rest of the lesson passes in silence between you, you can feel his gentle touches on your back as he helps you pull yourself up on the lower bar, and you can hear him exaggerating your results. If the first or even the second time you could say that Hajun was just losing count, then no, he was doing it on purpose.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts as you change clothes and walk out of the locker room after class.

"Hey", - a rough voice from the side makes you stop and look up again, - "this is for you. You did a good job"

Hajun hands you a cold bottle of water and takes large steps towards the exit, leaving you behind in a daze. Did he run to the vending machines to get you some cold water?

you look in the direction he was heading again, but he's nowhere to be seen. and the only thing you can hear is your own heart beating in your ears. this damn bottle of water causes goosebumps more than a long-awaited birthday present.

and Hajun, hurrying towards the bathroom to wash his face, his cheeks burning so hot. and the silent hope that you didn't see him nervous around you, blushing every time he touched you.

and one day he will come to you again, under some stupid pretext to help him with the material that he supposedly did not understand in class, so that he can be with you for at least five minutes close to you. because he can no longer just look at you from afar and blush like a stupid schoolboy in front of his first love (oh, no, he is exactly like that, completely whipped up just for you).

just give him time, okay? one day he'll give in to all of Wooin’s teasing and ask you on a first date to an amusement park. he knows you love it, he's heard you talk about it. he'll buy you cotton candy and ice cream, and he'll hold your hand and lead you by the hand, nervously keeping you close to him so you don't run into anyone, and he'll even cover you from behind so your skirt doesn't ride up.

but right now he's here on the college campus, squeezing his t-shirt, washing his face with water, nervous because you've spent so much time close to each other.

and he's secretly glad that your friend got sick, leaving the two of you alone, and he was able to take that first step towards you.

oh, his size–

[i-nssomniia]

Can we get high school au with Joker🥲🙏🏼 (I love ur high school au fics smm)

Just a physical education lesson?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader

Tags: college au, secretly in love!Joker, panicking!Reader, a hint for the future relationships

Note: of course, darling! I'm glad you like it! i love<< (do you even remember how the author presents the Joker to us? Always awkward and inferior to girls! I think if I met him in real life, I would really be a little scared of its size, but then... hehehehe, it’s size hehe)

@shintaru @wthphe1n @dzvelinaskebiyars

college au part1 with Wooin college au part2 with Owen college au part3 with Hyuk college au part4 with Vinny

"Oh.."

You hold your breath, lifting your head to look at him. He's so tall that you have to tilt your head up a lot to see his face.

"Physical education teacher paired us up"

You nod briefly at his words, your breathing is a little unstable. He's so scary.. Your classmate Hajun or Joker, as everyone here calls him. Why? you don't know, and you definitely don't want to know the answer, because you're almost 100% sure that it has something to do with something violent.

You fidget with the hem of your t-shirt awkwardly, panicking inside. Hajun always intimidated you not only with his appearance, he's taller and wider than you, but also with his gaze! Sometimes you feel like you've crossed his path like a black cat on a bad omen, and he's silently planning your murder.

"Are you feeling unwell?", - his voice sounds so harsh as his body leans slightly towards you, causing you to take a step back reflexively, waving your hands in front of you as you respond too hastily.

"No, no, I'm fine" - nonsense, you're not fine. You feel like when you will do exercises together, he's just going to break a couple of your bones with his brute force. This guy is a boxer in a college boxing club! - "Let's just get it done quickly and be done with it"

you awkwardly walk past, trying not to accidentally touch him, as you make your way to the sports mats to start your exercises. and you're ready to believe in God right now, and pray on your knees like a nun, just to stay intact. and why is it that your friend decided to get sick and not come today? because because you couldn't choose a partner at the beginning of class, you're forced to be near him.

you take a short breath, trying to calm your heart rate, "you're first" - you look back at him over your shoulder, noting the frown on his face. maybe you should have actually said you were feeling sick? you feel like your body temperature has risen.

Hajun walks past you, sitting down on the mat, bending his knees. you sigh, sitting down in front of him, reaching out with shaky hands to hold him in place.

"Closer, otherwise you won't be able to hold on", - he pulls your hand towards him, and you reflexively move your body forward, securing his knees with your hands and his heels with your feet, - "Hold on tight"

And you instinctively apply more pressure as he checks the hold and begins the exercise by starting the timer, folding his arms behind his head and lifting his torso. You try not to look at him, mentally counting the number of his bends until he stops. your heart beats faster when you look up at him. he's so close.

"How much?", - he asks you, his voice softer than usual. Up close, his features seem softer. You've never seen Hajun from this angle, as you usually look up at him.

"..ah, 61" - you correct yourself, looking away from him. He doesn't seem as threatening as usual. And damn it, 61 times in less than a full minute? And he hasn't even broken a sweat.

he doesn't say anything, just gets up from his seat, so easily escaping your grip, even though you're pressing with full force. how strong is he? you switch positions with him, putting your legs in your knees, lying back on the mat, and closing your eyes. the fear of him crushing your legs with his hands settles in your head, sounding like a terrifying siren.

but instead, you feel a gentle touch, like touching crystal, that takes your breath away. again. not out of fear.

"Start", - you sigh briefly as you begin to lift your body. And damn it, the seconds haven't even reached the middle of the minute, but your breath is starting to fail, and sweat is dripping down your temples. And every forward lean feels so awkward.

and when the minute is up, the gym teacher comes up to you to write down your scores. you're definitely screwed, you know you did a bad job, but your eyes widen when you hear Hajun's answer. he added a few numbers to give you a good grade for the sports standard? and the image of this intimidating guy in front of you, kneeling with those soft features, gentle touches, and almost pink cheeks, crumbles. wait, pink cheeks, what? Are you sure that's what you're seeing?

and it seems that the rest of the lesson consists only of awkward moments and Hajun's touches on you. and you're sure that he's embarrassed every time you're so close. because now you look at him more often, even though a while ago you were afraid to breathe around him!

and even if the rest of the lesson passes in silence between you, you can feel his gentle touches on your back as he helps you pull yourself up on the lower bar, and you can hear him exaggerating your results. If the first or even the second time you could say that Hajun was just losing count, then no, he was doing it on purpose.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts as you change clothes and walk out of the locker room after class.

"Hey", - a rough voice from the side makes you stop and look up again, - "this is for you. You did a good job"

Hajun hands you a cold bottle of water and takes large steps towards the exit, leaving you behind in a daze. Did he run to the vending machines to get you some cold water?

you look in the direction he was heading again, but he's nowhere to be seen. and the only thing you can hear is your own heart beating in your ears. this damn bottle of water causes goosebumps more than a long-awaited birthday present.

and Hajun, hurrying towards the bathroom to wash his face, his cheeks burning so hot. and the silent hope that you didn't see him nervous around you, blushing every time he touched you.

and one day he will come to you again, under some stupid pretext to help him with the material that he supposedly did not understand in class, so that he can be with you for at least five minutes close to you. because he can no longer just look at you from afar and blush like a stupid schoolboy in front of his first love (oh, no, he is exactly like that, completely whipped up just for you).

just give him time, okay? one day he'll give in to all of Wooin’s teasing and ask you on a first date to an amusement park. he knows you love it, he's heard you talk about it. he'll buy you cotton candy and ice cream, and he'll hold your hand and lead you by the hand, nervously keeping you close to him so you don't run into anyone, and he'll even cover you from behind so your skirt doesn't ride up.

but right now he's here on the college campus, squeezing his t-shirt, washing his face with water, nervous because you've spent so much time close to each other.

and he's secretly glad that your friend got sick, leaving the two of you alone, and he was able to take that first step towards you.

oh, his size–

[i-nssomniia]

Take me away, Wooin

Pairing: Wooin x reader 18+

Tags: smut, drunk!Reader, in the car, hair pulling, ending inside, established RS

Note: I've read – @sunariiiiiiin now I can't calm myself down.

"baby, seriously, why are you so demanding when you're drunk?"

Wooin just sighs briefly, keeping his hands on your hips as you make him in the front seat of his car.

"I've m-missed you soooo much," - you giggle drunkenly, leaving smeared kisses on his neck, leaving a trail of your lipstick and saliva on his skin. You can't even find your balance, so you stubbornly hold onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his fabric.

it was your day off, when you and your friends decided to go out to a bar to relax a little. And since Wooin came home so late for several days in a row, because of his important work, during which he did not devote you, you were so tuned to his absence that you drank more than necessary.

"Baby, my car's windows aren't tinted, if you don't stop, –oh hell"

Wooin hisses when you bite his neck. you have no control over your strength, and it's a bit painful, but it makes a big mess in his pants when you move your hips against him, mimicking the motion of riding him. and he's fucking sure that's exactly what you're doing on purpose.

"I waant you, r-right noow.."

you're drunkenly humming under your breath, touching your lips to the lobe of his ear, sticking out your tongue to run it around, and that's enough for your dear boy to pull the seat back and throw you into the back seat quite roughly, pressing your chest against the leather backrest.

"well, you wanted this"

Wooin's hand is wrapped around your neck as he presses your back against him. The car is so cramped and uncomfortable that the discomfort causes him to curse under his breath as he uses his other hand to slide under your blouse, taking your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"Oh! Wooin, damn it..."

Your head falls back against his shoulder as he applies pressure to your throat, changing his grip to your jaw to gain more space on your neck.

"isn't that what you wanted? to get fucked right now in my car"

Wooin leaves a wet open-mouthed kiss on your skin, playing with your breast, twisting your nipple with his fingers, pressing it inward with his index finger, then pinching it to pull it forward.

"You're just like a little dirty whore who needs me so much, aren't you?"

he pulls the skin on your neck with his teeth, leaving a red mark, and moves his hands to your stomach, holding you in a tight grip, and to your skirt to slide down to your underwear.

you moan long and hard, spreading your legs wider, holding on to the chair harder, feeling how Wooin slides his fingers from your thigh and slides into your wet cunt, pressing on your clit that the knot in your stomach goes through your whole body like an electric shock, making you scream.

"oh god–, you're so wet, so in need, it's so bad, baby"

his soft laughter trembles against your skin when one of your hands reaches back to grab him by the strands of hair on the back of your head, pulling him closer to you.

"Wooin, please—", you turn your head to him, nose to nose, to moan right into his mouth as his fingers twist around your clit, slipping occasionally to your hole, over your wet folds, - "I s-swear, I need– I need you to f-fuck me, oh god, baby– please"

you stumble drunkenly, closing your eyes. To be honest, you could have come just from that, because you've been missing him for so long, if he hadn't changed the pace every few seconds, deliberately сбивая you off to tease you.

Wooin snorts softly as he looks at your face. He could have punished you for a couple of hours because you and your drunken calls asking him to pick you up distracted him from important meetings at the club, and he didn't quite understand what was wrong with you at first, so he just rushed to your side before realizing your drunken state.

but the truth is, he's missed you so much, even in this position of complete control, he can feel his dick twitching in his pants. So he pulls his hand away from you, puts his wet fingers in his mouth, licks them, runs his forked tongue between them, and looks into your eyes, never breaking eye contact, before lowering his hand to the waistband of his pants and pulling them down.

"Spread your legs wider, baby"

you lean your hand on the headrest of the chair, spreading your legs wider, pulling your skirt to the side. You're still so drunk, your knees are shaking, and your vision keeps swimming, but his figure and touch are so clear.

Wooin pulls the fabric of your underwear up to the side, squeezing it into a fist, pressing it on your wet folds, holding himself with his other hand by grabbing the back of the chair as he thrusts his dick into you.

"Damn! I haven't been around for a few days, and you're already so tight"

his mouth opens as he enters your wet pussy. he sees you whining and moaning underneath him, ready to collapse from him and the alcohol right now, but he won't let you, starting to thrust into you forcefully.

he knows that passersby can see you through the front windows of the car, and the car starts to shake uncharacteristically as he moves into you, slapping his hips against yours, watching his dick enter you without a condom, and how you drip in the car without stopping at all. but he doesn't give a damn. He's so hungry for your pussy, for the way it wraps around him.

"Oh, fuck, you take me so well, agh, yes, just like that–"

Wooin smirks, pulling the elastic of your panties to press the edge on you. He knows it can be painful, but he's clearly not in a position to think so clearly.

"Wooin, W-Wooin, Wooi-in, oh— fuck, please, I'm like this!–"

You arch your back, shaking under him, grabbing the headrest with both hands, saliva dripping from your mouth, and your legs begin to spread on their own. and you would have damn well collapsed right there, so uncomfortable, if it weren't for Wooin, who pulled your head back by your hair.

"Come on, little bitch, you can do it, agh-"

his slaps on your thighs get deeper as his rhythm gets off track, he’s no longer watching it, just sticking it in you. he’s wrapping your hair around his fist, with the other hand accidentally tears your underwear, throwing it back and pushing your skirt away, which you let go.

“that’s it, baby–, agh, you’re taking me so good”

you’re gasping as your body shakes, tits bouncing up and down, the sound of slapping all over the car. Wooin's hand slaps your ass, leaving a red mark.

"yes, yes, oh Jesus, Woo-in"

he's so close, fuck, fuck, fuck! he pulls your head back, gripping your hair in his hands, it hurts so much that a few tears roll down your cheeks, but you're more focused on his dick than anything else.

"I want to c-cum, god, let me— agh!"

you scream as he slaps your ass again, thrusting into you even faster. it's enough for you before you come all over his dick, wrapping your tightest around it, arching your back and shaking with a big shudder.

“oh babygirl..“

he takes a breath through his nose to bury himself inside you, finally coming inside you, closing his eyes.

It's so hot in the car right now, your ragged breathing coming from both of you, sweat dripping down your skin, and your bodies shaking.

after a few moments, he pulls out his cock, watching as your cum and his cum leak out of you. He untangles your hair, letting go of you, and you collapse on the seats in the back of his car, shaking, leaking, and sobbing drunkenly.

Wooin pulls his pants back on, leaning over your body, running his thumb over your thigh in a circular motion, and placing a kiss on your temple.

"Let's go home so I can take care of you"

you sob, looking at him and nodding briefly. sleep begins to overtake your body as you roll onto your back in the back seat of his car, still leaking.

and he laughs softly at your state, but he's so fucking happy that you called him, because he's missed this sight in front of him so much.

but now he won't let you take cover with your skirt. It's such a good sight, isn't it? And when he takes you home at the wheel, he wants to look at your ruined body through the rearview mirror of the car.

i like this song so much, I'm just exploding

[i-nssomniia]

I have notifications on you turned on because it's so great

Dirty Little Secret

shameless smut, sneaky link! Hajun, reader as Wooin's lil sis LMAO

sex with you was always good. that much was obvious.

/but fucking in your brother’s kitchen? now that was something else.

you’re perched on the edge of the counter, cold granite digging into your ass, shirt pulled enough to showcase your body to his hazed eyes, knees slung over joker’s tattooed arms as he thrusts up into you with the kind of reckless rhythm that makes your brain go static. the only light in the room spills from the cracked fridge door—painting you both in a sinful glow.

“a-ah, joker—fuck—stop—ngh—stop growling—” you pant, voice catching as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, low, primal sounds vibrating against your skin.

he doesn’t stop. of course he doesn’t.

he only groans louder, lips dragging down your collarbone before he sinks his teeth into the top of your chest—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp, back arching straight into his hands.

his grip shifts—one hand still braced under your thigh, the other sneaking up between your bodies to grab a handful of your tits. you feel dwarfed by him, like you always do when he’s got you like this—huge frame caging you in, wide hands easily covering more of you than they should. he groans again, rough and obscene, like he’s been thinking about this all week.

“fuck, i missed these,” he mutters, mouth trailing messily over the curve of your breast as he thumbs your nipple, watching it pebble under his palm. “you always wear those tight little tops when i’m around, too. like you want me to lose it.”

you whimper, head tipping back as he plays with you—rolling, pinching, sucking, until you’re panting his name through your teeth.

“you’re the one sneaking me in, babe,” he pants, hips still snapping up into you, filthy and fast. “middle of the night, no panties, acting all innocent while your tits bounce in my face—fuck.”

you cover your mouth with one hand, the other clinging to the back of his neck as whatever was behind you creaks against both your weight. he shifts again, letting both hands take your ass now, dragging you closer to the edge so he can drive in deeper, rougher—like he’s trying to leave you ruined for anyone else. the stretch is still unreal, every time—it’s not just the thickness, it’s the way he fills every inch of you, like you were made to take it.

“you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he groans, breath ragged. “keep clenching like that and you’re gonna make me cum right here, next to your brother’s goddamn sink.”

your moans are muffled against your palm, but your body gives you away—tightening, shaking, begging for it. he leans in, biting your lip, tongue tangling with yours, one hand slipping back up to squeeze your tits again like he can’t get enough.

“say it,” he mutters against your mouth, voice wrecked. “say you love it. say you love being my dirty little secret.”

you nod, lips brushing his as you whisper, “i love it. i love it, joker. don’t stop.”

he grins, cocky and wild. worthy of his name.

“then keep quiet, baby—unless you want your brother to walk in and see what a filthy little slut you really are.”

his words make your cunt flutter around him, a high-pitched gasp breaking through your throat before you can stop it. his grin only widens.

“mm, just like that,” he murmurs, fucking you harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen, masked only by the hum of the fridge and the quiet, desperate whines slipping past your bitten lips.

he pulls back just enough to watch—your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust, your flushed chest heaving, pupils blown wide and glassy. he’s so much bigger than you like this, every movement sending your smaller body jolting back against the counter with no effort at all. his thumb drags up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, catching your bottom lip to smear the spit pooling there.

“look at you,” he pants. “ruined. and we haven’t even gotten to dessert.”

his hand slides between your bodies again, fingers slipping down to your clit, already throbbing and soaked. he rubs tight, filthy circles over it, making your thighs twitch against his ribs.

“you gonna cum for me right here, sweetheart?” he asks, tone smug and low. “you gonna cream on my cock with your brother just down the hall?”

your mouth opens but no words come—just a choked cry as your orgasm hits you hard and fast, clenching around him so tight he curses, forehead dropping to yours.

he doesn’t stop moving—not when you start shaking, not when you sob his name like a prayer, nails digging crescents into his back. he fucks you through it, through the aftershocks, through the tremble in your thighs, until he’s right there with you—his thrusts sloppier, more desperate.

“shit—fuck, baby—where do you want it?” he groans, voice fraying at the edges.

your fingers fist in his hair, tugging him closer as you whisper, “inside. want you to fill me up.”

his eyes roll back as he buries himself to the hilt, growling into your mouth as he spills inside you—hot, thick, possessive.

you both stay there for a second, breathless and trembling, his cum already dripping down your thigh.

then, after a beat, he laughs softly, still pressed to your chest. “next time,” he mutters, kissing your collarbone, “we’re trying the laundry room.”

you snort, weakly smacking the back of his head. “you’re such a menace.”

he grins, still buried deep inside you.

“yeah. but i’m your menace.”

[i-nssomniia]

Fuck, he's so good

Dirty Little Secret

shameless smut, sneaky link! Hajun, reader as Wooin's lil sis LMAO

sex with you was always good. that much was obvious.

/but fucking in your brother’s kitchen? now that was something else.

you’re perched on the edge of the counter, cold granite digging into your ass, shirt pulled enough to showcase your body to his hazed eyes, knees slung over joker’s tattooed arms as he thrusts up into you with the kind of reckless rhythm that makes your brain go static. the only light in the room spills from the cracked fridge door—painting you both in a sinful glow.

“a-ah, joker—fuck—stop—ngh—stop growling—” you pant, voice catching as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, low, primal sounds vibrating against your skin.

he doesn’t stop. of course he doesn’t.

he only groans louder, lips dragging down your collarbone before he sinks his teeth into the top of your chest—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp, back arching straight into his hands.

his grip shifts—one hand still braced under your thigh, the other sneaking up between your bodies to grab a handful of your tits. you feel dwarfed by him, like you always do when he’s got you like this—huge frame caging you in, wide hands easily covering more of you than they should. he groans again, rough and obscene, like he’s been thinking about this all week.

“fuck, i missed these,” he mutters, mouth trailing messily over the curve of your breast as he thumbs your nipple, watching it pebble under his palm. “you always wear those tight little tops when i’m around, too. like you want me to lose it.”

you whimper, head tipping back as he plays with you—rolling, pinching, sucking, until you’re panting his name through your teeth.

“you’re the one sneaking me in, babe,” he pants, hips still snapping up into you, filthy and fast. “middle of the night, no panties, acting all innocent while your tits bounce in my face—fuck.”

you cover your mouth with one hand, the other clinging to the back of his neck as whatever was behind you creaks against both your weight. he shifts again, letting both hands take your ass now, dragging you closer to the edge so he can drive in deeper, rougher—like he’s trying to leave you ruined for anyone else. the stretch is still unreal, every time—it’s not just the thickness, it’s the way he fills every inch of you, like you were made to take it.

“you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he groans, breath ragged. “keep clenching like that and you’re gonna make me cum right here, next to your brother’s goddamn sink.”

your moans are muffled against your palm, but your body gives you away—tightening, shaking, begging for it. he leans in, biting your lip, tongue tangling with yours, one hand slipping back up to squeeze your tits again like he can’t get enough.

“say it,” he mutters against your mouth, voice wrecked. “say you love it. say you love being my dirty little secret.”

you nod, lips brushing his as you whisper, “i love it. i love it, joker. don’t stop.”

he grins, cocky and wild. worthy of his name.

“then keep quiet, baby—unless you want your brother to walk in and see what a filthy little slut you really are.”

his words make your cunt flutter around him, a high-pitched gasp breaking through your throat before you can stop it. his grin only widens.

“mm, just like that,” he murmurs, fucking you harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen, masked only by the hum of the fridge and the quiet, desperate whines slipping past your bitten lips.

he pulls back just enough to watch—your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust, your flushed chest heaving, pupils blown wide and glassy. he’s so much bigger than you like this, every movement sending your smaller body jolting back against the counter with no effort at all. his thumb drags up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, catching your bottom lip to smear the spit pooling there.

“look at you,” he pants. “ruined. and we haven’t even gotten to dessert.”

his hand slides between your bodies again, fingers slipping down to your clit, already throbbing and soaked. he rubs tight, filthy circles over it, making your thighs twitch against his ribs.

“you gonna cum for me right here, sweetheart?” he asks, tone smug and low. “you gonna cream on my cock with your brother just down the hall?”

your mouth opens but no words come—just a choked cry as your orgasm hits you hard and fast, clenching around him so tight he curses, forehead dropping to yours.

he doesn’t stop moving—not when you start shaking, not when you sob his name like a prayer, nails digging crescents into his back. he fucks you through it, through the aftershocks, through the tremble in your thighs, until he’s right there with you—his thrusts sloppier, more desperate.

“shit—fuck, baby—where do you want it?” he groans, voice fraying at the edges.

your fingers fist in his hair, tugging him closer as you whisper, “inside. want you to fill me up.”

his eyes roll back as he buries himself to the hilt, growling into your mouth as he spills inside you—hot, thick, possessive.

you both stay there for a second, breathless and trembling, his cum already dripping down your thigh.

then, after a beat, he laughs softly, still pressed to your chest. “next time,” he mutters, kissing your collarbone, “we’re trying the laundry room.”

you snort, weakly smacking the back of his head. “you’re such a menace.”

he grins, still buried deep inside you.

“yeah. but i’m your menace.”

[i-nssomniia]

YEEEES OOOH

DOWN BAD AND ON YOUR KNEES

smut, blowjobs, roommates, cum-eating, drinking, hyuk a freak fr fr

you’ve never really seen each other as more than roommates—friends, at best, on the rare days he’s sane enough not to say something that makes him sound like a pervert or a full-blown psychopath.

“gagging already? it’s not even halfway, babe—come on, suck it like you mean it.”

who would’ve thought—five bottles of soju, a lost bet, and some pent-up tension later, and now you’re on your knees in the living room, eyes glassy, throat burning, and hands gripping his thighs like a lifeline.

he leans back against the couch, breath shallow, face flushed from both alcohol and the heat of it all. one hand rests lazily on your head, fingers weaving into your hair like he’s done this a thousand times, even though you both know this is new territory.

“shit,” he mutters, jaw slackening as he watches you struggle to take more. “you look so fucking good like that. eyes all watery, mouth stretched—fuck.”

you glare up at him the best you can with your lips around him, cheeks flushed from effort, shame, and a little bit of pride.

he laughs, low and tipsy, running a thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.

“y’know,” he drawls, slurring slightly, “i’ve seen your ass like—what, a hundred times? ‘s always when you're bending over for snacks or dropping your phone like a klutz—never thought i'd actually have you like this.”

he hisses when your tongue flicks just right.

“don’t give me attitude now,” he grins, breath stuttering. “you’re the one who got all cocky about losing. said you could take anything.”

you try to pull back—barely an inch—and he gently presses your head forward again.

“nah-uh. you’re already here, sweetheart,” he hums, voice warm with drunken satisfaction. “might as well prove it.”

your head swims, pulse thudding in your ears. you're both too tipsy for this to make sense—but not drunk enough to stop.

and from the way his grip tightens, his mouth slackens, and his words start to slur into near-groans, one thing’s painfully clear:

he’s enjoying the hell out of this—and he’s oh, so close.

you feel it the moment his body tenses—hips stuttering, breath catching in his throat like he’s trying not to fall apart right there. a low, broken groan spills from his mouth as he presses deeper, hand fisting in your hair.

“fuck—shit, shit—there, there—stay just like that,” he pants, voice wrecked as he finally cums, warm and sudden down your throat, making you choke on the sheer force of it.

you pull back with a gasp, coughing hard, strings of it slipping from your lips as you collapse onto the floor, one hand bracing yourself, the other shaking slightly.

your lungs burn. your throat’s a mess. your eyes sting from tears.

“hyuk—” you croak, barely able to speak, still half-gagging, half-breathless.

you don’t even get the chance to spit.

because he’s already on you.

he drops to his knees in front of you, messy hair, flushed face.

“fuck,” he breathes out, looking at you like you’re the most sinful, beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

and then—

he kisses you.

no hesitation.

mouth crashing onto yours, tongue greedy, tasting everything—your spit, your effort, himself.

you flinch in surprise, but he holds your jaw, deepening it like he means it, groaning against your lips like he’s addicted.

“you’re fucking insane,” you whisper, dazed, eyes fluttering open as he finally pulls back—only a breath away.

his grin is lazy, cocky, dangerous.

“you think i’m gonna waste a taste of me on the floor?” he smirks, wiping the corner of your lip with his thumb before licking it clean. “nah. i earned that.”

you blink, still coughing a little, still half-slumped on the carpet, and he’s already shifting—pulling you into his lap, hands roaming like he can’t stop touching.

“you good?” he asks, voice lower now, head tilting to study you. “need water? or are you gonna let me fuck you properly now?”

you stare at him.

“hyuk.”

“what?” he grins. “you said you were down bad. this counts.”

[i-nssomniia]

🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

Heyy can you write for Wooin x reader who can't make herself c*m?😭

baby, i'ma need more than a hug.

synopsis. your boyfriend, wooin, helps you with your not-so little problem that he unknowingly caused.

content. MDNI, fingering, very light sub-dom themes, masturbation, established rs, dirty talk, mention of spanking.

a/n. ^^ YES I CAN. thank u for requesting n i hope u like ittt. also im sorry if its bad bc i think its not one of my best works aaa but still i loved writing this prompt so hehe thank u!!!

you’ve tried, and tried, and tried — vain attempts of replicating the pleasuring sensation that your boyfriend has made you discover and feel whilst dating him.

you were a saint before you met him, untouched and inexperienced, never seeking out the urge to have sex with anyone. the explicit sex scenes from movies you’ve watched before, and porn you’ve unintentionally stumbled across whilst surfing online, became a reality for you, and you sunk into the trenches of wanting more.

he was gentle with your first, constantly checking up on you every few thrusts while you were too overwhelmed with the unfamiliar feeling that coiled in your lower abdomen. his reassurance and gentle touches amidst chasing his own high made you feel comfortable, despite him having to kiss your tears away as he was just too girthy.

what you thought would be soft, relaxed sex from then on, was quite the contrary. wooin had you wrapped around his finger — or rather, his dick — fucking you into oblivion and making you see stars each time with his mean thrusts; rough and raunchy.

your first time was merely a test run for him, to gauge how compatible your body would be with his. and somehow, he figured to make you feel sore and achy after each time, because, “you can take it.”

well, you couldn’t. but to make matters much worse for you, you wanted more of it.

more of that submission you feel when you’re beneath him, taking his cock in your tight cunt as he pounds you from behind. you wanted more of his touch, the way his fingertips rub your perky nipples that send shivers down your spine drove you over the edge.

you’re not exactly depraved of him, but a little greed couldn’t hurt. (you’ll regret that later on).

it’s safe to say that wooin has ruined sex for you, as you’re now desperately humping your hand, whining into the pillow as you attempt to mute your gasps. you’re laid on your stomach, your hand beneath you and against your slick warmth as they rub in circles.

you’ve lost count on your failed attempts to masturbate. every time you do it, you always end up sticky, sweaty, and sexually frustrated, fingers coated in your juices you’ve been rubbing for almost an hour before you give up each time.

it’s like a curse has been cast upon you, to not be able to satisfy yourself without ever needing your boyfriend’s help. lately, he’s been coming home later than usual due to a sudden influx of clubgoers to his establishment, and with him being owner, he had duties he needed to fulfil there.

it’s the sixth night of this occurrence, almost a week of not having sex, mind you. you just couldn’t stand it anymore, and you turned to the only thing that could possibly offer you some relief for your itch.

you raise your hips, grinding your cunt against your fingers as they rub your wet folds sloppily. no technique, only desperation, maybe that’s the reason for your failures. tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes, wanting to just feel your climax and get it over with.

but your body refuses to heed your mind, it just needs something more. “baby, what do you think you’re doing?” his snide voice calls from the bedroom door. you stop your movements in a panic, before turning your flushed face to meet his eyes.

wooin leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and gaze unrelenting. your cunt clenches in anticipation, the feeling of getting caught building up your arousal. “you just couldn’t wait, huh?” he teases, walking over to you and smacking your ass playfully as he sits close to your waist.

“‘m sorry…” you whine, stuffing your face into the pillow again to hide your embarrassment as you remove your hand from your pussy. “did you make yourself come from your fingers?” his dirty words made you shiver as you shake your head.

he coos, feigning sympathy for you. “do you want to come, baby?” you lift your head up and look at him, nodding desperately with your flustered cheeks puffed out. “use your words, hm?”

“i want to come… please.” your begging pleases his ears as he smirks, trailing his hand from your nape down to your back. he squeezes your ass harshly, making your hips twitch. “lift up your hips,” he commands, and you do as told.

without wasting any second, he plunges two fingers into your hole, rubbing your insides so perfectly that make you arch your back. you gasp in pleasure, whimpering as he fingers you unforgivingly before taking them out and rubbing your clit.

you kick your legs up, squirming from his touch you desperately needed as he inserts his fingers back into your cunt again. you clench around him, coating him with your wetness while your ass jiggles in time with his ruthless slams.

“you’re so tight. gonna come, baby?” he moves his fingers faster as you moan your response, crying out in bliss and flailing your feet in overwhelming pleasure. your orgasm crashes onto you quickly, stilling your body as you pulsate around his fingers tightly.

your body squirms uncontrollably, breathless whimpers escape your mouth as he continues to finger you through your orgasm, this time rubbing your spot deeply as you attempt to pull your hips away from him.

“fine, fine. i’ll stop.” he relents, removing his fingers from your cunt. “so fuckin’ wet, just for me.” he licks your slick off his fingers, and you watch back in horror before weakly kicking him in the stomach to stop him.

“it’s dirty…”

“oh, so you admit you’re a dirty girl? good to know.”

“shut up! you know what i mean,” you lie on your back, catching your breath from your climax.

but seeing him remove his orange cap and clothes, you know you’re not spared any second to relax now.

[i-nssomniia]

So, I'M GOING TO GET ON MY KNEES HERE NOW, OH MY GOD, OH, HOW GOOD IT WAS

"Loved It So Much, Had to Film It"

shameless smut, twt porn links, reverse cowgirl, doggy, cowgirl, video recording, MDNI

>click the link if u want visual but it's not really relevant lol also no vinny cus he minor

Hyuk

he always jokes about starting a porn account—just so the whole world could see it’s only his dick you take. only his you beg for. only his that splits you open like that.

“shit—hold on,” he huffed, snickering as the camera wobbled in his hand, his other gripping your ass tight.

you were laughing too—breathless, high off the way he kept pulling you back onto him, cock hitting deep with every slap of skin. the sheets were a mess beneath you, your knees slipping just a little every time his hips snapped forward.

“god—this angle’s so fucked, Hyuk–” you choked out between moans, glancing back with a teasing grin. “if this ends up in your hidden folder, i want director credits.”

“shut up,” he grunted, twitching inside you, trying to keep focus but losing it fast.

“you’re not even filming right—” your voice broke into a whimper as he hit that spot just right, “—mmfuck—dropped it again?”

the camera sagged from his grip, landing uselessly in the sheets. he cursed under his breath, then fully abandoned it, both hands flying to your hips as he fucked up into you harder, sweat-slick and panting.

“i was gonna cum just holding the damn thing—what the fuck were you even saying—”

“you’re terrible at this,” you giggled, moaning halfway through as your head dipped into the pillows, “—ngh—no wonder the last one was all blurry—shit—”

“you’re literally laughing while i’m losing my fucking mind,” he growled, chest pressed to your back now, his thrusts growing ragged. “god—you feel so good—fuck—keep doing that—keep talking—”

you were whimpering and gasping and still somehow grinning, pushing back into every thrust like you wanted to break him.

“say cheese, baby,” you teased between broken moans, “’cause you’re about to ruin another sex tape.”

he groaned—loud and guttural—before snapping his hips up one last time, burying himself deep as he came with a choked, desperate sound.

Wooin

he loves filming you taking him—especially when you’re both high and lazy and tangled up on his couch, limbs draped over each other like you’ve got nowhere else to be. the camera’s perched on the coffee table just a few feet away, tilted up at the perfect angle—just enough to catch the way your ass bounces, the way his cock disappears into you with every slow grind down.

he’s slouched low into the cushions, shirt half-off, pants pushed down to his thighs. you’re straddling him, knees digging into the couch, arms wrapped around his neck for balance. the only light in the room is the tv’s flicker and the red record light blinking steady.

you’re already sinking down again, sloppy and slow, moaning like you don’t even realize you’re being filmed.

“feels so good… love you—ah…”

your voice is thick, a little breathless, a little ruined. his hands are on your hips now—one squeezing, the other sliding down to spread you wider, to watch himself slide in again, slow and messy.

“fuck—look at that,” he groans, eyes locked on the stretch, the slick noise of it echoing too loud in the quiet room. “you see what you’re doing to me, babe?”

you don’t answer—not with words. just roll your hips, slow and filthy, like you know exactly what you’re doing. like you’re showing off for the camera. your thighs are shaking, breath hitching every time he grinds up into you.

“shit—ride it, baby, yeah—just like that. fuckin’ love watchin’ you take it…”

he’s slurring now, voice low and wrecked, forehead pressed to your shoulder as you keep moving. your spine arches a little when he hits that spot, and your moan comes out cracked and wet against his ear.

“m-making a mess, baby,” you whisper, giggling through it, high off him, high off everything.

“that’s the fuckin’ point,” he breathes, bucking up into you once—sharp, needy. “gon’ fill you up again. want the camera to catch it all—how full you get for me. fuck.”

his hand slips up your back, other still gripping your ass like he’ll die if you stop. you keep riding—slow, syrupy rhythm, high and ruined and so damn gone.

the camera keeps recording. blinking red. catching every slick sound, every bounce, every moan you try and muffle into his neck.

Joker/Hajun

contrary to what anyone might think—he loves being taken care of. especially by you. with his cock buried deep inside your soaked, fucked-out cunt. the sheets are ruined, covered in cum—yours, his—he doesn’t care.

right now, the only thing he’s thinking about is how good you look bent over in front of him—ass covered in the first load he couldn’t hold back when you’d jerked him off earlier—before you climbed on top, took him in like you needed it. like your body was made to fuck him.

you’re folded over, cheek pressed to the sheets near his feet, knees spread wide, ass bouncing as you fuck yourself on his cock. he’s barely holding the camera steady, voice hoarse and low behind it, breathing heavy like an animal.

“fuck—look at you,” he groans, “just milking my dick—so fuckin’ good for me.”

you moan out, breath stuttering, back arching deeper when he thrusts up just right.

“shit—twitching again, hajun?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder, a wicked little smirk tugging at your lips. “gonna cum already?”

he groans again—louder this time, sharp and choked, like the pressure’s hitting all at once. the camera dips. he lets it fall.

“fuck, i wanna cum in your mouth this time,” he pants, grabbing your hips to still you. “get over here, love. wanna see you drool around it.”

you don’t even hesitate. you ease off of him, dragging his cock out of your soaked cunt with a wet, needy sound that makes you both moan. he’s flushed, hard and twitching, shiny with your mess. and you—dazed, lips parted, hair clinging to your cheeks—you crawl between his thighs like it’s instinct.

“whatever you want,” you whisper, licking your lips.

your hand wraps around the base, mouth sliding over him slow, tongue teasing before you sink down with a moan.

“fuck—just like that,” he breathes, head falling back as you bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, hands stroking what your throat can’t take. his fingers tangle in your hair, holding on, barely surviving.

“don’t stop—shit, i’m gonna cum—fuck, take it—”

he jerks once, twice—and breaks with a loud, desperate groan, spilling down your throat. you swallow everything, jaw aching, spit leaking as you pull off with a soft pop.

he slumps back, chest rising hard, breath wrecked.

“fuck,” he whispers, eyes blown and spent. “you’re gonna kill me one day.”

you grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“only if you beg.”

[i-nssomniia]

Forgotten textbooks, pens and umbrellas

Pairing: Vinny x reader

Tags: college au, tsundere!Vinny

Note: idea came thanks to this POST! It is also a must-read. @wthphe1n - the author of the idea, thank you💗

college au part1 with Wooin college au part2 with Owen college au part3 with Hyuk college au part5 with Joker

@wthphe1n @shintaru @dzvelinaskebiyars

you just sigh briefly, trying to suppress your growing annoyance or frustration as you sit down next to him. there are no more empty seats in the classroom, so you don't have much of a choice, and you're already late for class, so you're paying the price for that.

you quietly take out your notebook, pens, and fumble through your bag to find your philosophy textbook, realizing that you forgot it. you were in such a hurry to get to class that you didn't grab the textbook that was lying on the table.

and you can feel his gaze in your gut, which is definitely mocking you, or so you think. And you don't even have to turn your head when he says softly to you, - "Wow, look at this, our college head nerd forgot his textbook. Should I mark this as an important event on the calendar?"

Your nervous tic re-activates in front of your eyes every time he makes these pointed remarks about anything, from learning abilities to your appearance.

"I was just in a hurry," - you open your notebook, trying to focus your thoughts around the lecture as the professor explains the topic. You could ask him to share the textbook with you, as long as he kept quiet. Preferably, always. But he won't do it, and you certainly won't ask him for a textbook then.

"So, what happened the night before?", - he leans closer to you, speaking in a whisper to avoid attracting the attention of others or the professor, - "Were you busy with someone, or did you just spend your day off alone, as usual?"

your eyes roll as you turn your face to him. he's close enough, but that's not what's bothering you right now, - "what do you care? are you afraid I'll stop paying attention to you in college, If my thoughts are busy with someone else?", - of course, there was no one else, you just didn't want to indulge him that he was right, that you spent the weekend alone enjoying yourself and your affairs. There's nothing wrong with that, but for some reason you want to make everything to the maximum next to him.

his face seems to go cold in that moment, his eyebrows furrowing, - "do you think I'll be jealous of your attention or something?", - he doesn't even control the tone of his voice, speaking a little louder than before, - "never."

"Oh, what a pity," - you say, resting your head on your hand, - "I was already thinking that you're asking me about this because you're jealous, because I can't think of any other reason why-"

your little speech to Vinny is interrupted by the professor's voice, causing you both to turn your attention to him.

"Miss, please repeat what I just said."

The professor's voice is stern, clearly displeased with the fact that the students in his lecture have dared to pay attention to something or someone else while he is presenting his material.

"repeat?", - you swallow, trying to find some other clue from the other students, but it's useless. Even your heart is beating so loudly, and God bless you if no one here can see how nervous you are. The last thing you want is to get into an argument with the philosophy teacher, after all, who wants to face him and his suffocating comments one-on-one during an exam? That's right, no one, and you included.

"Yes, we referenced one of the theories in your textbook."

textbook. Of course, it was the day you forgot him. and now, when you're mentally preparing to get up and admit that you didn't pay attention to his lecture and came without study material, you see Vinny moving the textbook out of the corner of your eye, pointing with your finger at a line in the text.

you start reading without thinking, tilting your head a little to see better when his finger moves over the words in the text so that you can answer the professor. and when he stops, you look up at the teacher in silence, and of course it doesn't escape his eyes that you didn't read this from your textbook.

"Did you forget your textbook?"

"Oh, you know, I just-"

"I borrowed it from her," - Vinny's voice sounds like a bolt from the blue. You turn your head to look at him in confusion, wondering what the hell he's doing.

You hear the professor reprimanding him, and you see Vinny simply nodding briefly and moving the textbook to the middle of the desk for the two of you.

and here the lecture continues, but you can't help but feel uncomfortable, constantly thinking about it. You even noticed that he was constantly waiting for you to copy the material from the textbook in order to turn the page, or how he silently handed you an eraser so that you could erase your pencil.

After the lecture, as the classroom gradually empties, he packs his things and, without looking at you, says, - "Don't forget your textbook next time. Or do you want me to save you again?"

You feel a slight blush spread across your cheeks, - "I won't forget next time," - you clear your throat as you respond to him. It's so awkward and embarrassing coming from him that you just want to disappear or throw the same textbook at him just to avoid receiving comments from him.

maybe next time you won't forget your textbook, but the pen. seriously? you've been so distracted lately, whether it's due to exam preparation or constantly thinking about that red head. and you don't even have time to ask one of the other students for a pen when he simply places it on the table for you, silently sitting next to you.

you turn your head towards him as he arranges his belongings on the table, placing his bag near the chair leg, - "why?"

"because it's cold sitting by the window today, I don't plan to get sick," - he answers you so irritably, the word was the most obvious thing in the world, even for a child, - "but you probably don't care about the weather forecast, you dressed so lightly, coming in a skirt, even though it's going to rain and strong wind after class today."

"damn...", - you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. You definitely didn't look at the forecast this morning. It was so bright outside, and when the little clouds appeared in the sky, you certainly didn't think that a heavy rain would be waiting for you when you returned home later.

so a few hours later, you're standing inside the college campus at the exit, and you're definitely convinced that what he said was true. but the problem wasn't that, it was that the rain wasn't going to stop for the next couple of hours, according to the forecast, and now getting home has become a challenge. Should you call a taxi? No, you don't have much money left. Should you run to the bus through the rain? You're lucky if some asshole doesn't take a picture of your underwear as your skirt lifts up due to the strong wind outside and your running.

and as you go through all these options in your head, thinking which one is the least worst, which one you can still choose to not fight a huge list of consequences, you feel hot breath on your neck from behind. and warm hands that go between your waist and arms to tie a man's sweater around your waist.

"it's for the best," - Vinny sighs briefly, tying the sleeves of his jacket together in front of him, taking a couple of steps forward, and looking over his shoulder to find your red face and eyes focused on him, - "Are you going to stand there? I thought we were heading home because class is over."

He holds up the umbrella in his hand for you to see. It takes all your willpower to take a step towards him, trying to calm your damn heart, which won't stop echoing in your ears.

you just fall in line beside him as you leave the building, stepping under his umbrella he holds for you, and you even stumble a little in the moment when he tugs your shoulder closer to him without saying a word.

“you will owe me for this”

his voice is a little hoarse as he walks with you arm in arm, not even looking at you.

“and what do you want?”

"homemade food," he replies so quickly and without hesitation, as if he's been waiting for this moment for a long time, but quickly corrects himself, "more specifically, there's a homemade food cafe near my house. I want to go there, but I'm short on money."

You let out a small sigh, nodding briefly at him as you walk side by side. You try not to look at his face to avoid revealing your own embarrassment.

and he's so happy about it, because he feels like his ears are burning so much, and you would definitely notice that one side of him is wet from the rain when he tilts the umbrella more towards you. and the way you're so close to him right now is causing a shiver to run through his body, and he knows it's not from the cold rain or the fact that he's only wearing a shirt, having given you his jacket to keep your skirt from hitching up.

and maybe later, when you go to the cafe he mentioned, you'll realize it was a date because he won't let you pay.

and maybe even later, when he's putting your favorite drink on the edge of your desk every time class starts, and he's always sitting next to you from now on, you'll realize that this boy is so deeply in love with you.

This will all happen later, but for now, you're just walking home with him under the same umbrella, trying not to look at him because you're so embarrassed by him right now. By him and the thought of meeting him outside of college. and even though it's cold around you, you feel warm next to him.

MASTERLIST

[i-nssomniia]

OH JESUS

NEEDY

morning sex, smut, established relationship, needy!reader

you’re not exactly the horniest tool in the shed, but there’s just something about waking up to your boyfriend, all warm and stretched out beside you.

something about the way his shirt’s ridden up, the quiet flex of his stomach and that lazy kind of strength he never means to show. and then there’s the slow press of his morning wood against your thigh, thick and insistent, while you’re draped over him like it’s the most natural thing in the world

so god forbid you inch a little closer, clumsily straddling his thigh through the mess of pillows and blankets tangled around you both. barely awake, but definitely needy now, you nuzzle into his neck and give him a soft, lazy shake.

“...can i put it in...?”

you spoke against his skin, voice thick with sleep, just horny enough to tug at his eye mask and try waking him up for a sleepy little yes.

he mumbled something incoherent, face scrunching as a warm streak of sunlight cut across the bed. his hands found your waist, slow and heavy with sleep, one eye cracking open to glance at you. you’re already moving, dazed and needy, still half-asleep but grinding against his thigh like your body knows what it wants before your mind catches up.

“wooin... want it...” you breathe out, barely more than a whimper.

he groans, deep and rough, and shifts beneath you—slow, careful—until you’re straddling his hips, still tucked into the crook of his neck.

“mm... ’kay... lemme put it in, baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked with sleep, eyes still shut but hands already guiding you closer.

he didn’t bother taking it off—just nudged your underwear to the side with the lazy care of someone still caught in a dream. then he was sinking into you, slow and steady, a soft sigh falling from his lips like it was second nature.

his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, and for a while, he barely moved—just let you rock your hips in that slow, aching rhythm. the sun was warm, your breath against his neck even warmer, and he was teetering on the edge of sleep again.

“...gon’ move… just sleep…” you whispered, almost too soft to catch, voice cracking with the need you were too tired to hide. “m’ sorry...”

you pressed kisses to the side of his neck—half-apology, half-instinct—as you kept moving, small whimpers slipping out of you every time your hips met.

“g-gon’ cum...”

you said it so sweetly, so breathless, like a prayer. and it was like flipping a switch—his eyes flew open, hands clamped tight on your hips.

“oh—fuck, yeah?” he breathed, voice suddenly deeper, rougher.

his grip on your hips tightened, and before you could say another word, he was moving—rolling his hips up into you with deliberate force, chasing the way your breath hitched every time.

no more lazy pace. no more half-asleep rhythm. he fucked up into you like a switch had flipped, like waking up to you falling apart on top of him was the only alarm he ever needed.

the quiet of the morning slowly gave way to your soft whines and breathy moans, muffled against his neck as he did what he did best—making you feel good, even half-awake.

his eyes stayed on you, heavy-lidded but focused, watching the way you clung to him like you’d fall apart without him. the way your mouth dropped open when he hit just right. the way you whispered his name like it was the only thing you could still remember.

“mm—baby...” he breathed, voice strained, feeling you start to shake around him.

you clenched down hard, body trembling, and he lost it—groaning low and sharp into your shoulder as he came, burying himself deep as he did.

you stayed like that for a beat, breathing each other in. heavy limbs. full silence. the kind that felt sacred.

then, he laughed—low and rough in his chest. “you’re such a menace this morning, you know that?”

you let out a sleepy whine, face buried in his neck. “m’ not a menace...”

“baby,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “you woke me up by grinding on my thigh and asking to put it in. i was dreaming about breakfast.”

“i said sorry...” you mumbled, still breathless, voice small.

“you said sorry while riding me.”

“i meant it...”

he laughed again, arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulled the blanket over both of you. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

you sighed, already half-asleep again, murmuring against his skin. “love you...”

“love you too, needy.”