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2PM

sorry not sorry but I'm only going to be writing about these two daddies cuties

Taecyeon

daddy's home (s)

Junho

[luvshuu]

Daddy's Home

mdni

pairing: dom!taecyeon x fem!reader warnings: age gap, slow sex, they need to be quiet, taecyeon is a single father, both oral receiving, taecyeon wants more children, hair pulling, intimate sex, baby making implied word count: 4k

taglist: @skzdreamz because we have been obsessing over these old men

You fidget nervously with the hem of your skirt as your eyes go to the man that’s sitting across from you, he has a black t-shirt on and black dress pants under it. The man looks sophisticated as his eyes go over your resume. “I know it’s not much” you look at him with a soft smile, you shake your head “And I totally understand if you don’t want to hire me but I can cook and clean while you’re working and also take care of your little one” he nods “You are what young to be a babysitter no?” you smile nervously and shake your head “I’ve just finished college and I’m ready for something different, he nods again and looks at you “Thank you for your time, I’ll contact you soon” He smiles and extends his hand, you shake it and a soft crying fills the room. “Can I?” you smile at him and he nods, you walk towards the baby’s room and open the door, inside there’s a little boy crying and you softly make your way to the cot. You pick the little boy up and the crying stops, the little boy looks at you with curious eyes, he rubs his eyes and yawns softly “You’re okay little one” you smile and gently rock him, you see a rocking chair in the corner and you sit down, the boy looks at you again wondering where his dad is. You can see him standing in the doorframe, he’s watching your every move, almost suspicious of you. The chair rocks back and forth and you watch as the little boy is trying to hold back her sleep, his eyes heavy and he leans against you, your warmth giving him the comfort he needed. The man steps inside and smiles “If you want you can have the job Y/n” you open your mouth in a silent gasp “I haven’t seen Joon this comfortable with someone” he smiles and he extends his hand, you shake his hand “Thank you so much sir.”

Rain is ticking against the windows and you are walking through the apartment with a laundry basket on your hip, Joon is finally asleep so you can do some chores around the house. It’s a nice and quiet life babysitting, you have all your attention on Joon when he’s awake and when he is asleep, and that’s most of the time, you get to clean the house, prepare for dinner and when Taecyeon comes home, you get to go home as well. A smile is on your lips as you are thinking about your boss, Joon’s father, Taecyeon. You know very well that he is way older than you are, but that doesn’t stop you from fantasizing about him. It’s wrong you know but you can’t help yourself, he’s a single father, he is very good looking, the way his hair falls as he just got out of the shower whenever you arrive, the way he apologizes for how he’s dressed, in just a towel. When he smiles it just lights up the entire room, and little do you know that the little shower endeavors are on purpose. 

You hear the door open and close and you look at your watch, he is right on time, as always. You finish setting the table for him and you walk back to the kitchen to look at your food. Taecyeon enters the room, he still has his uniform on. Taecyeon is in the military, he’s told you that, he trains other officers to become better and that’s why he is always home at night, he wanted a quiet life for him and Joon and with this job he has weekends off and enough time with his little man. “Hey” Taecyeon smiles and he stand behind you looking over your shoulder, you can feel his body against yours, barely touching. “It smells amazing” he smiles and you turn around, this way your body is completely against him so you take a step back “Thank you, I’ll set it on the table for you so get dressed” you smile and he nods. he takes a minute before he walks out of the kitchen and you blow out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, something about him just makes your entire body tingle.

You place the last bowl of food on the table and Taecyeon walks out of his room, his hair is messy and he is dressed in grey sweatpants and a loose shirt over it. “Have you eaten yet?” you shake your head as you put on your coat “No sir, I’m getting something on the way home” Taecyeon shakes his head and walks towards you, he puts his hands on your shoulders and takes off your coat “It won’t do, you can’t cook for me and then eat take out by yourself” he hangs up your coat and grabs your wrist “Eat with me?” the question doesn’t come over as a question, it’s more like a subtle command. You smile softly and nod “Okay I’ll eat with you.” Taecyeon grabs two wine glasses and a bottle of wine, your eyes go to his hands, the way he easily holds all three things in one hand. With his free hand he gets a corkscrew and he puts them down, he then walks to the cabinets in the kitchen to get your plate, bowl and utensils. He puts them down where you’re seated and he opens the wine bottle with a soft pop, he fills your glass first and then his and he looks at you “Thank you for dinner” he smiles and you give him a shy smile back “Thank you for the wine” you say and you quickly take a sip, feeling the alcohol go down your throat, you feel your cheeks heat up already and you really hope that he thinks it’s the alcohol because it’s actually his fault that your cheeks are red.

Soft music fills the kitchen, Taecyeon is standing up and gently swaying on the beat. You look at him and finish your wine “Dance with me” Taecyeon extends his hand, it might be the alcohol because otherwise you would’ve said ,,Maybe another time’’ but you take his hand with a smile and rosy cheeks “Okay” Taecyeon puts his hand on your hips and he holds yours with his other, you have one placed on his shoulder and you both sway with the music. His body is awfully close to yours and you can feel the temperature rising in the room, but it might be the alcohol’s work. “Did you have a good day at work?” You ask him with a soft smile, he nods and looks at you “Did you?” he chuckles and you can’t help but laugh, you can hear a soft cute rolling over his lips but he covers it by a quick cough. “Joon is a lovely kid, you’re raising him well” you smile, Taecyeon guides you across the room, the music has faded to the background and it really feels as if it’s only you two in the house. “Thank you” Taecyeon smiles brightly “That means a lot to me” you smile, something inside you wants to ask about the mother but you don’t want to intrude, it’s up to him if he wants to say. Taecyeon looks at your face, he can see that you’re lost in thought. A soft smile is on his lips and he stops dancing “Let me show you” he says snapping you back, he guides you to the couch and makes you sit down gently, he walks to the bookcase and takes out a book, he sits down next to you and looks at you “My wife” he takes a deep breath and opens the book, pictures of Taecyeon in a suit and a beautiful woman in a wedding dress appear. “She died while giving birth to Joon” he has a pained smile on his face and you take your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze. Taecyeon has tears in his eyes, it hurts him to talk about her “She was an amazing woman and I couldn’t wait for her, for us to grow old and raise Joon” he sighs and looks down, you close to book and put it on the coffee table, you turn towards Taecyeon and without thinking you sit down on his lap and cup his cheeks. You brush his tears away with your thumbs and you make him look at you “I’m so sorry for your loss, but she’s not gone, she will always be with you” you smile at him “She will look over you and Joon to make sure you two are happy and find your way in life” a soft sob leaves Taecyeon’s lips and you pull him close, he hesitates for a moment but wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tightly, tears flowing freely from his eyes. You two sit there for a long time, you’re almost sure Taecyeon has fallen asleep with the way his breathing is now steady and heavier then when you first wrapped him in your arms. A yawn escapes your lips and you look at the clock in the kitchen, it’s close to midnight and you are thankful that tomorrow is the weekend and that you won’t have to work then. 

The cries of Joon fills the room, you gently lay Taecyeon back and step off his lap to walk towards Joon’s room, you quickly pick him up and start rocking him “Sssh baby, I’m here” you smile softly and you can feel the Joon relax in your arms. “Let’s change your diaper and see if you’re hungry” you press a soft kiss on his forehead. 

You yawn again and look at Joon, he has his hands on yours that are holding his bottle and he drinks his milk quietly. 

You put Joon back in his cot and smile at his sleeping form, he is such an easy baby and you couldn’t wish for someone better to babysit. You walk towards the door and as you open it Taecyeon is standing right in front of you, you can feel his breath on your skin, his face is close to yours. Taecyeon his breath is unsteady, his heart going a hundred miles an hour and he has the urge to lean forward “Thank you, you’re great with Joon” he takes a step back so you can close the door behind you “Thank you sir” you look at him, eyes finding his and he avoids your eyes “I’ll go home now, I’ll see you on monday sir” you walk towards your coat and put it on, he walks with you and smiles “I’ll see you on monday and thank you, tonight meant a lot to me” he smiles and you nod while you walk to your shoes and put them on, you turn to Taecyeon, he reaches for a hug and you reach in as well, bumping your heads so you both move to the other side at the same time “Oh sorry” Taecyeon laughs awkwardly, you laugh as well and he presses a kiss on your cheek “Have a good weekend Y/n.” The door falls in the lock behind you, leaving Taecyeon behind in the hallway, he has a dumb smile on his face and he walks back to go to sleep after the long day. 

Your phone rings and you open your eyes sleepily, you grab your phone and answer it. “This is Y/n?” your voice is still groggy “Y/n! I’m rushing Joon to the hospital, something is not right!” the panic in Taecyeon’s voice is making you shoot up, wide awake now. “I’m on my way, which hospital are you going to?” while Taecyeon is giving you the details you are getting dressed quickly.

You rush into the hospital, Taecyeon is standing there he looks up when he sees you and you run up to him wrapping your arms around him. Taecyeon his shoulder slump and you can feel his weight press against you, he sobs into your shoulder and you pat his back softly. After a few minutes Taecyeon his shoulders still and you look at him “Let’s have a seat” you smile softly at him and take his hand, you bring him to the chairs “What’s going on?” Taecyeon looks at you, his eyes are red and he shakes his head “You know how we’ve been trying solid food right?” you nod “I was giving him food and I think he might have had an allergic reaction, he just stopped breathing and I-” he holds back a sob and you grab his hands, instinctively you press a kiss on hands “They’re running tests right now” you nod and put your hand on his shoulder “It’s going to be okay, he’s in good hands now” Taecyeon nods and he smiles softly “Thank you.”

“Mr Ok?” Taecyeon gets up and you stand up as well, he grabs your hand and you give him a squeeze “Your son is okay, he’s getting a drip right now” the doctor smiles “You can see him now” a sigh of relief rolls over Taecyeon his lips and he looks at you, he cups your cheeks and presses a kiss on your lips and then follows the doctor to Joon. You stand there frozen in your tracks, your cheeks heat up and you bring your hand to your lips. Taecyeon his cheeks heat up and he sits down in the chair next to Joon’s bed, you walk into the room and sit down next to Taecyeon, he grabs your hand and looks at you with a smile, you smile back but you feel there has been a shift in the air around you two. 

Taecyeon walks to Joon’s room and he lays him down in his bed, you close the door behind you and you start boiling the water in the kettle. Taecyeon walks back “He’s out” you smile softly “Doctor did say that he would be sleeping a lot” Taecyeon nods and he smiles softly “Thank you, that you could get there so fast and bring us home” you shake your head “It’s no problem really” Taecyeon looks at you and then to the kettle “Thank you for the tea but I need something” he smiles softly “Stronger?” you chuckle and you smile “The tea is for me but for you” you pour him a glass of whiskey “This is for you” Taecyeon mouths a thank you and he sits down taking the glass, you pour your glass and sit down next to him. A silence falls over you two, Taecyeon takes a sip and clears his throat, he looks at you through the corner of his eye. 

“Hey um..” you both say at the same time. Taecyeon chuckles softly “Sorry, you go ahead” you shake your head “No you” you smile and you look at him, your eyes fall down towards his lips, the way they move when he speaks. “I don’t know how to say it actually” he says and he looks at you, you look at him well, mostly at his lips. “Then show me” you whisper the words but they’re loud enough for Taecyeon to hear, he leans closer, his hand goes to your chin and he gently pulls your face closer to him, he presses his lips on your again. Butterflies fly around in your stomach and Taecyeon pulls you closer, you sit on his lap and Taecyeon his hand goes to your hips and he holds you close. 

Taecyeon has his hands on your back and he kisses you passionately, Taecyeon rubs your back and then breaks the kiss. His lips are a plumper than before, he has a hazy look in his eyes “Wow” he grins and then smiles. You smile and you lay your head against his forehead, Taecyeon presses a kiss on your nose. “I’ve been wanting to do this since we shared our wine” he smiles softly “And before that as well” he puts a strand of your hair behind your ear and you look at him “Really?” you bite your lip gently and he nods “Yes really” he caresses your cheek with a soft smile. You lay your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around you, you sit like that for a couple of minutes. “I’ll go check on Joon for a second” you say, you get off his lap and walk towards Joon’s room, letting out a big breath. You walk into the room and walk towards the cot Joon is sleeping in. 

Taecyeon takes a sip of his whiskey and he takes a deep breath, you close the door behind you and you smile at Taecyeon “Would you like to stay tonight?” Taecyeon smiles softly, you blush and smile at him “It is a workday tomorrow so sure” Taecyeon gets up and walks towards you, you smile at him and he wraps his arms around you “Thank you for today, I really mean it” he presses a kiss on your head. You wrap your arms around him “Of course, anything for Joon.”

You walk into the guest bedroom with a soft smile, you drop yourself onto the bed and you stare at the ceiling. Your heart is fluttering, you can just see Taecyeon his face in front of you, the way his lips feel on yours. You can still feel the tingle it has left on your lips, you bring your fingers to your lips and gently trace the spots where his lips have been. 

It’s a long night, you’re tossing and turning in your bed, you can’t stop seeing Taecyeon in front of you. You get up out of the bed and walk towards the kitchen, you walk on your tippy toes. You stop in your tracks as you see Taecyeon sitting at the kitchen bar, he has a cup of tea in front of him and another cup next to him “I heard you, figured you needed one” he says with a smile “Thank you” you sit down next to him. you wrap your hands around your cup and Taecyeon smiles softly. You two sit there in silence drinking your tea, it’s raining outside and you only know it because of the constant ticking against the window. It’s making the silence a lot more comfortable, you look at Taecyeon, only to find out he’s already looking at you. 

“Goodnight Taecyeon” you walk towards the guest room, Taecyeon grabs your wrist “Sorry I can’t do it anymore” Taecyeon pulls you closer and presses his lips on yours. You wrap your arms around him and he picks you up, you wrap your legs around his waist and he brings you to his own room, the room is dark, the curtains are drawn and you can smell his cologne hanging in the air. He lays you down on his bed, you feel the comfort of his blanket and mattress. Taecyeon presses kisses in your neck and you throw your head back a little, Taecyeon has his hands all over your body. It doesn’t take long for both of your clothes to fly through the air. 

Taecyeon starts pressing kisses from your neck down to your boobs, the kisses are wet and they leave a tingling sensation behind. You gasp softly as Taecyeon starts sucking on a sensitive spot. Taecyeon kisses back up and he presses a kiss on your lips “We do have to be quiet okay?” you nod and blush, Taecyeon unhooks your bra and your breast spring free, he puts his hand around one and gently squeezes it, a soft moan escapes your mouth and Taecyeon gives you a look, you purse your lips together and he nods “Good girl” he smiles and places kisses on your thigh and he gently pulls down your panties, Taecyeon hooks his arms under your knees and pulls you closer to him, a squeal leaves your lips and Taecyeon leans back over you and he presses his hand over your mouth, Taecyeon smiles “Quiet baby girl” you nod and Taecyeon slides his hand away but you open your mouth, he slides two fingers in and you start sucking on his fingers. With his free hand he slides over your thigh up to your heat, he slides two fingers over your slick and slips one inside, you moan against his fingers. Taecyeon grins and he moves his finger at a soft pace, collecting your slick and pushing it back inside, he adds a second finger and picks up his pace, he takes his fingers out of your mouth and gently wraps it around your neck, he doesn’t give a lot of a pressure, just a light squeeze to steady himself. 

Taecyeon takes out his fingers and brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. “You taste amazing” he kisses you and you wrap your legs around his waist and turn you both around so now that you’re on top. You straddle him and lean back down to press kisses on his chest, you kiss down all the way to his member. You take him in your hands and press a kiss to his tip, you can feel his body jolt a little at the touch. You start stroking him gently, taking him in your mouth. You moan softly as you take him all the way, trying to hold yourself from gagging as you bob your head up and down. Taecyeon has his eyes closed and he puts his hand in front of his mouth to stop loud moans coming from him. You fasten up your pace and Taecyeon’s free hand find his way to your hair and he makes a ponytail out of your hair and gently tugs your hair, you moan around his member and he pulls you back a little, drool dripping down your chin. He pulls you back up and presses his lips on yours, he turns you both around so you are under him again, he kisses you and you wrap your arms around his neck, he grabs one of your legs and lifts it up a little, bringing it up to your chest. He grabs his member and aligns himself at your entrance, he pushes gently in and you open your mouth, Taecyeon sees it as a sign and pushes his tongue inside your mouth and it’s a small fight for dominance that he quickly wins. You can feel him all the way up in your cervix and you have to hold back the loud moans that are about to roll over your lips, Taecyeon kisses you to muffle the sounds, he picks up his pace, hitting you in the right spot every time. He presses down on your belly where you can see the bulge of his dick inside you. Taecyeon has his head thrown back and he keeps his thrusts at a steady pace. You feel a weird knot come up in your stomach, Taecyeon feels you clench around his length and he keeps up his pace, he presses butterfly kisses in your neck and sucks at some spots leaving marks “I’m close” you whisper Taecyeon nods and presses kisses back to your lips “Cum for me baby” Taecyeon looks you in the eyes while still going in a steady pace. You moan softly and Taecyeon grabs your other leg and pushes that one up towards your chest as well. “Going to fill you up” Taecyeon whispers in your ear “You’ll look beautiful carrying my baby” he presses a kiss on your cheek and that’s all you need to take you over the edge, releasing over his dick. Taecyeon cums as well and fills you up all the way to the brim. He rides out both your highs and he releases your legs, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. “Is it too early to say that I think I’m in love?” he brushes your hair out of your hair and you look at him with a smile “You think?” he chuckles “I know” he presses a kiss on your nose “I love you” you roll on top of him and kiss him gently “I love you too.”

[luvshuu]

ONF

Hyojin

E-Tion

Seungjun

Wyatt

boss' time (s)

Minkyun

U

[luvshuu]

Boss' Time

MDNI

pairing: wyatt x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, oral female receiving, sir kink, office sex, wyatt's in love, wyatt's a sweetheart word count: 1.3k

taglist @skzdreamz

You’re sitting in your office, it’s already dark outside but you have plenty of work to do still. And aside from that your boss is still in his office as well, you are not allowed to leave until he does. Perks of being his assistant. The street lights outside turn on and a soft sigh leaves your lips, your phone rings and you pick up “Y/n? Can you order some food? Just get whatever you like” the low voice of your boss fills your ears “Do you want anything specific sir?” you ask with a soft smile, he might give you some killer hours on the job but he does take care of you. Just not in the way you really want him to. “I could go for dumplings but if you aren’t in the mood for that it’s okay if you order anything else.”

The lift opens and you pay the delivery man, he gives you a bag and you thank him with a bow. You walk towards the office of your boss and you knock gently “Come in Y/n” you open the door and your boss is sitting behind his desk, his black hair is a mess, it was styled when the day started but now loose strands are hanging everywhere and you can see in his eyes that he is tired. “I got your food sir” you smile and put the bag down, you take out his dumplings and his favourite burger. You put it down in front of him together with his drink, you want to walk towards the door to go eat your food at your own desk but he stops you by grabbing your wrist “You don’t have to call me sir anymore, you can just call me Wyatt” he smiles “And eat with me, you’ve been on your own for quite some time” you nod and sit down in front of his desk, you take out your own burger and wrap it open. “Thank you” Wyatt stands up from his desk and walks to one of his bookcases, he opens a cabinet revealing a small cooler and he takes out a soju bottle “You want some?” he looks at you, you nod with a soft smile “Thank you sir” you bite your lip “Um Wyatt” he chuckles and sits back down, he pours two glasses and you raise your eyebrow “I’m supposed to pour them” he smiles and slides one your way “But I’m keeping you here a lot of nights, I’m just repaying a small bit” he smiles and raises his glass, you raise yours as well and throw it back, the alcohol burning slightly in your throat. It doesn’t go unnoticed that this is your favourite flavour, peach. 

“How are you and the boyfriend?” Wyatt rolls up his sleeve and he takes a bite of his burger, you shake his head “We broke up a couple months ago” Wyatt swallows his food “Oh god, I’m sorry” you shake your head and take another shot “It’s all good now” you smile softly, it’s nice that Wyatt even remembered, you didn’t get that feeling a lot at places that you worked, the feeling that you are seen and heard. “I didn’t like him anyways” Wyatt puts his burger down “The fact he made you cry a lot, didn’t show up for dates” he shakes his head and takes a sip of his soda “No man would ever treat you like that” you look up at your boss, your eyes wide, you thought no one noticed. “I for sure wouldn’t treat you like that” a piece of food gets stuck in your throat and you cuff, your cheeks turn red and you start sipping your soda to help the piece go down, did he really just say that? You look up at Wyatt, he has an amused look in his eyes but also something more. 

You get up to throw the empty bag and wrapping papers away, you turn around and bump into Wyatt’s chest, you can feel his muscles through his clothes. You look at him, his cologne fills your nostrils giving you an instant comforting feeling. The cologne is warm and smoky, it’s making your mind hazy. Wyatt walks closer to you and you step backwards, until you are with your back against the wall. He puts one hand next to your head and leans closer to your face “I meant what I said, I would treat you good” you can feel his breath on your lips “Even better than good” you don’t hesitate when you lean forward and press your lips against his, he’s surprised by your sudden action but he kisses you back without thinking about it any more. His hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, the feeling of his lips against yours feels amazing, like you’re kissing a cloud. It’s as if fireworks explode inside your stomach, Wyatt places his hand on your cheek. He breaks the kiss and he looks at you, lust is in his eyes but you can see a sliver of something else. Wyatt caresses your cheek he smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” he pulls you towards the desk “The way you greet me every morning, the way you call me sir” he smiles and presses a soft kiss on your lips “Do you know what it does to me when you call me sir?” you shake your head blushing slightly “It gives me butterflies and it makes me hard” You chuckle softly and you take a step back “Is it making you feel butterflies when I do this?” you take off your shirt and Wyatt nods “Even more than that” Wyatt follows, he takes off his blouse and your eyes go towards his abs right away, he is very well toned, your hand goes towards his sixpack, tracing the lines, Wyatt places his hand over yours and he kisses it. 

Wyatt lifts you up and puts you down on the desk, he is pressing kisses in your neck. Both your clothes are on the floor, you have your hand wrapped around Wyatt’s member, you stroke it gently, soft groans leave his lips. He leaves marks all over your body and he lays you down, lining himself up at your entrance. He gently pushes in and you moan loudly, he moans softly in your ear.

You look at Wyatt and give him a nod, he starts thrusting gently and you moan, the feeling is overwhelming you feel him deep inside your stomach “Fuck” you moan softly “You feel amazing Y/n” Wyatt groans and he looks at it “Fuck sir” you moan loudly, Wyatt his mouth drops “Say that again baby” you moan and throw your head back “Sir!” Wyatt can’t help himself and he reaches his climax. You can feel him fill you up, you moan at the feeling, Wyatt pulls out “Fuck baby” he presses a kiss on your lips “Now it’s your turn” he goes down on his knees and he spreads your legs. He starts pressing kisses on your thighs closer to your heat, he presses a kiss on your clit and starts sucking gently, you moan loudly. Wyatt hooks his arms around your thighs and holds you tightly in place, you want to try to get away because the feelings get all too intense, a knot forming in your stomach. “Fuck, sir fuck” you moan loudly, Wyatt pushes one finger inside of you and you moan, he starts moving his finger and you grab his hair “Cum for me baby girl” you start moaning louder and Wyatt starts sucking your clit again taking you over the edge. Wyatt licks his finger and comes back up to give you a kiss “I’m so happy this happened” he smiles brightly, you nod and give him a kiss “I am too.”

[luvshuu]

The Boyz

Sangyeon

Jacob

Younghoon

Hyunjae

Juyeon

Kevin

New

Q

JuHaknyeon

Sunwoo

Eric

magic mike (s)

[luvshuu]

Magic Mike

MDNI pairing: eric x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, quickie, rough, messy, semi-public (foreplay starts public), handjob both receiving, reader is intoxicated word count: 1.7k

special dedication to @skzdreamz thank you for being my best friend 🤍

The street is a mess of people, glittering headlights, laughter and a steady thump of the music is leaking from club doors opening and closing. Among the crowd, a group of women is walking alongside each other. They’re covered in tiara’s, glittering sashes and there is one woman dressed in fully white, she is wearing a mini dress and her sash says bride to be. She’s holding a paper coffee cup in her hand and she is sipping on it, her cheeks are rosy and she looks at her friends “I have the best night with you guys” she wraps one of her arms around two of her friends, you smile, your friend lays her head against yours “I’m so in love with you guys” she smiles.

“We’ve got one more surprise for you” one of your friends says, you look in anticipation because not only was this a surprise for the bride-to-be but also for you. Every one had to plan one different thing that would be a surprise for everyone, you booked the spa session in the mornings, one other friend booked brunch with bottomless mimosa’s and now the last surprise.

Your friend group is standing outside a well neon lit theatre. There’s a sign right above the ticket sales but there are no performances on there. “Let’s go!”

The door opens and there’s a lot of women inside, they’re all dressed for a night out. Your friend leads you all to a pair of velvet seats somewhere in the front row “This is us”

As everyone is sitting shots are being passed around and as you tilt your head and feel the liquid glide down, the slow burn following after. After the second shot the lights dim, a hush sweeps over the room. Then, without warning, a deep, pulsing bassline slithers through the speakers—slow, deliberate, almost teasing. It hits low in the chest, more felt than heard, like the steady thump of a heartbeat slowed to a seductive crawl. A few heads turn, already recognizing the song before a single lyric is sung.

That unmistakable digital drip, like water falling in slow motion, echoed in the space—sharp, clean, and oddly intimate. Synthetic claps layered in, snapping with a mechanical precision that somehow still felt human. The beat had a swagger, a cocky rhythm that didn’t ask for attention—it commanded it.

Then a spotlight appears in the middle of the stage, a man in just a tanktop and jeans is sitting on a chair, your mouth drops. He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, there is a shine to his black hair and his sharp jawline combined with his high cheekbones makes his features ethereal. You can see that he tenses his muscles every now and then and you can tell he goes to the gym.

“I’m just a bachelor” the music continues, the husky voice of the beautiful man fills your ears, you edge closer, sitting at the edge of your seat.

“I’m looking for a partner” and you swear he makes eye contact with you, his eyes are dark and fixated on you. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, it may be the drinks you’ve had tonight but this man is making you feel things, especially performing this particular song.

Multiple spotlights appear and more men appear on the stage, they’re all dressed the same but you can’t take your eyes off that one man.

Your friends and you cheer loudly with the rest of the crowd, that’s when suddenly all the men spread out. The man with the black hair rushes to you, he stands in front of you and extends his hand, you feel the hands of your friends push you “Go!” They yell in unison, you take the man's hand “I’m Eric!” He yells in your ear “Y/n!” You smile and he pulls you onto the stage, he gently pushes you onto the chair, the chair kind of budges but Eric pulls the chair back so you don’t fall backwards.

It’s as if the music is louder, the crowd around you disappears and it’s you and Eric, grinding on you. He guides your hand over his body, you can feel his abs through the tanktop, his body is sweaty because of the stagelight and the dancing. He guides your hands to the neckline of the tanktop, you fold your hands over his and he rips off his shirt, you gasp slightly at your view. You let your hand glide over his abs straight towards his jeans, you can see him grow hard in his jeans. “Touch me” he whispers in your ear, you can feel his breath and you shudder, suddenly your hands are everywhere and you feel your mind clowd and everything happens all automatically. Next thing your lips on his and the kiss is messy, saliva covering your and his chin, the kiss is rushed, as if it would be the last. You start pressing kisses in his neck and once you pull back to look at him, you get snapped back to reality, loud cheering fills the theatre, Eric is covered in your red lipstick and you are pretty sure yours is everywhere as well.

“Meet me in the hallway of the bathrooms after the next song” Eric brings you back to your chair and presses one last kiss on your lips. Your friends cheer loudly and they all look at you, your eyes are on Eric, you feel your lips tingle and you make eye contact with your friends “Did that just?” They all nod “Woah” you grin, your best friend shakes you and cups your cheeks “Did he ask to meet you after?” Her voice is soft, just for you, you nod “Go get him” she presses a quick kiss on your forehead and grabs her purse, she grabs her mints and pushes one in your mouth and then she sprays her perfume on you and also in your shirt, you chuckle at her efforts and she pushes up your boobs “Now you’re ready” you laugh “Thank you y/f/n” she smiles and pushes you off your chair “Go, go get laid for both of us!” She giggles and you start walking towards the bathrooms.

You stand there in the hallway as you can faintly hear the music from the stage. The music fades and you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around. Eric is walking towards you, he’s still covered in your lipstick, he wastes no time and presses his lips on yours. The kiss is needy, he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him. He carries you into the bathroom and locks the door behind him, before you can wrap your head around things he pushes you against the door, he starts pressing butterfly kisses in your neck down towards your boobs, thank god for your friends making you wear this revealing top. He groans softly “You smell nice” he takes you out of your clothes and his jeans follow, you can see the outline of his length and you have to gulp a little. You go on your knees for him and your hands quickly find their way to his underwear, you pull it down and he groans. You wrap both hands around his length and you take his tip in your mouth. A moan escapes his lips and you start moving your head up and down, he grabs your hair and you groan softly. Saliva escapes the corners of your mouth and you gag softly, Eric takes this as an opportunity to gently thrust into your throat, you hold his hips and close your eyes, making soft sounds.

Eric pulls away from you with a groan “Fuck” he pulls you up and presses his lips on yours again “We don’t have long but god I want this to last forever” he lifts you up again and lays you against the sink, you can feel the coldness of the mirror against your back, giving you goosebumps “I feel the same” you look at him, Eric licks his fingers and slides up your folds, you moan and he inserts two fingers, making you gasp. He starts moving them quickly right away and you close your eyes “Fuck!” You moan.

Eric pushes his length inside you, he bottoms out right away making you gasp, a loud moan escape both your lips “Fuck me” you look at Eric, he nods and starts thrusting at a fast pace, you moan loudly at the feeling, you wrap your arms around Eric, your nails digging in his back, leaving marks all over his back. Eric is holding a steady pace, you feel a knot form in your stomach. With every thrust you can feel the knot getting closer to bursting. Eric feels you clench around him which is making him come closer to his high as well. “You feel amazing” he groans and he wraps one hand around your boob and gently squeezes it. “Fuck” you moan, Eric brings his hand to your clit and starts rubbing it, it’s all you need to get you over the edge. You cum with a loud moan and Eric follows right after. Your both out of breath, Eric rests his forehead against yours and he smiles “I do want your phone number now” you chuckle and look at him “Only now?” A shaky laugh rolls over his lips “No from the moment I saw you” you smile and gently push him away “You should go back to performing and I should go back to my friends” he nods and kisses you “I’ll definitely will be texting you from now on” you smile “You better” you get dressed and hand him his pants. He gets dressed as well and walks to the door, you gasp at seeing the marks on his back “Oh my god I’m sorry” you let your hand go over the marks, he chuckles “It’s okay, they won’t notice from the audience” he presses a kiss on your cheek and you give him your phone, he fills in his phone number and calls himself. “I’ll see you around” he kisses your cheek again and runs off. You walk back towards your friends with a newfound confidence and sit back in your seat.

A song starts playing and the men appear on stage again, they’re with their backs towards the audience and you recognize Eric immediately, the scratches on his back are bright pink and it’s like the spotlight illuminates them, your friends all turn to you and cheer “Go Y/n!!”

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! This is masterlist is going to be clearer than my skin, I'll have everything on here to guide you towards the pages you need to be on. reading is at own risk and I don't interact with or write about minors!! I take requests so feel free to ask away and if you want to be on my taglist you can!! I've got plenty of space!

warnings fluff (f): cutesy sappy love stories, sometimes with a hint of sadness maybe? smut (s): the regular mindless and mindful sex dark smut (d.s): this might say it for itself, it's dark think about noncon, dubcon, yandere, stalking themes

ateez

stray kids

the boyz

oneus

onf

2pm

got7

vixx

n.flying

woodz

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Stray Kids

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

adrenaline rush (s)

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Oneus

Seoho

the text (f)

Leedo

Keonhee

Hwanwoong

Xion

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Ateez

Seonghwa

poolside (s)

Hongjoong

Yunho

mafia son (s)

Yeosang

high school sweetheart (s)

San

sweet dreams (s)

Mingi

laced in midnight (s)

car sale (s)

Wooyoung

Jongho

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Adrenaline Rush

MDNI

pairing: dom!jeongin x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, established relationship, jeongin is very sweet, body worship, reader loves his hands, handjob both receiving word count: 1.4k

a/n: so i went to stray kids with my best friend @skzdreamz and holy shit have i fallen in love with every one. I'm changbin biased but definitely wrecked by I.N and Seungmin now (and all the others of course)

You watch the screens intensely, motors are racing past and you hold your eyes on the one in the red and black suit. His helmet has the same colours but has a design and the number 41 on the side. That’s your boyfriend, Jeongin, he’s a driver in the MotoGP. And you’re so proud of him, you’re there every time he has a race.

You have your hands in front of your mouth as the 10 final laps are coming up, your breath catches in your throat, this is where it gets exciting. Around here everyone wants to claim their spot in the top 10. You watch as Jeongin takes a sharp turn and someone from another team drives into him, he falls onto the ground and his motor spins off the track. Sparks are flying around and the motor itself catches fire, Jeongin still underneath it. You gasp and you take your headset off, this is what you were afraid of. You start running towards the crash, you’re not allowed to do that but you couldn’t care less.

“Y/n!” You get stopped at the barricade, Jeongin is standing up, he kicks his motor and turns your way as he hears someone call your name, he takes off his helmet. A little bit of blood is right above his brow, his suit has a few gashes and burnspots in it and you can see his skin through some parts, he drops his helmet to the ground and runs towards you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you, the kiss is salty because of his sweat but you don’t mind the taste. You wrap your arms around him and break the kiss, tears in your eyes. “Are you okay?” You grab hold of his cheeks and examine him “We should get you checked out” you help him over the barricade and he looks at you “After that, I want you” he presses another kiss on your lips “I want you in every corner of my dressing room” he whispers in your ear. Your cheeks turn red and you can feel the cameras on you as you both walk towards the medical tent.

“You made quite the stumble there” the medical examiner takes Jeongin’s arm and wraps a blood pressure cuff around it. He starts pumping it and Jeongin nods, his mind is everywhere else but the race. He crashed, he saw your face while it happened, he couldn’t have let that be the end. The doctor takes a few more tests “We’ll have the results in a little bit, take a rest, we’ll call you soon” Jeongin nods and gets up “Thank you” he bows and almost runs to his changing room, reporters are standing around waiting for Jeongin to say something, he ignores them and closes the door behind him.

You’re standing there in your underwear, Jeongin gasps and looks at you “You look stunning” he takes off his racing suit and you walk closer to help him out of his pants “Are you okay?” You look at him, Jeongin nods “More than okay, I just really really need you now” he cups your cheeks in his hand and presses a soft kiss on your lips, you look in his eyes and see that it’s filled with lust. You press your lips on his, Jeongin his hands go to your ass, he squeezes it gently and you jump up, he holds you and walks over to his vanity, he pushes you against the mirror and kisses you hard, goosebumps appear on your body because of the coldness of the mirror.

Jeongin unhooks your bra and your breast spring free, your nipples already hard. “You’re so beautiful” Jeongin smiles and presses soft kisses down to your breasts. “I can’t wait to make you my wife” he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and starts sucking, you moan softly and close your eyes. Your head rests against the mirror, your fingers find their way to Jeongin’s hair and you softly tug his hair, he presses kisses all over your chest and takes your other nipple in his mouth. You moan softly, Jeongin his hands are all over your body, you take his hand in yours, Jeongin brings his other hand to your thigh and squeezes it gently “Time to take these off baby” he hooks them under the waistband of your underwear, you release his other hand and you can hear the fabric rip, you look at Jeongin his hands, they’re big and veiny, you love how soft they feel against your skin but also how warm they are and how comforting they are. Jeongin notices you looking at his hands and he grins “You like them baby?” He brings his hands to his own underwear and your eyes follow them closely, you nod and he starts to push down his boxers painfully slow. You bite your lip and Jeongin steps out of his boxer, his member slaps against his stomach. You lick your lips and your hand is quickly wrapped around the base, Jeongin throws his head back and holds back a groan, you start stroking him gently, Jeongin lets out a moan. “Look at me baby” Jeongin looks at you, you wrap one arm around his neck and your lips meet. Your other hand speeding up your movements, Jeongin moans into your mouth, you start pressing kisses in his neck “Fuck” he moans “I love you so much” you can feel his hips stutter and he stops your movements “Not yet” he kisses you again, it’s a breathy kiss.

Jeongin props up your legs on the vanity desk, you feel one of his fingers rubbing up and down your slit, one of his fingers presses on your clit and a moan leaves your lips. “So fucking beautiful” he whispers against your skin, he starts sucking at a sensitive spot in the nape of your neck, his finger pushes into your heat and a louder moan escapes your mouth. Jeongin adds another finger “You’re always so tight for me baby” he starts moving his fingers up and down, your eyes fall shut and moans keep rolling over your lips. He’s moving his fingers at a fast pace, he can feel you clench with every thrust of his fingers, he angles his finger and he touches the spot that makes you moan even louder. Jeongin presses his fingers further in and you feel a knot form in your stomach “Fuck Jeongin..” you moan “I’m so close” Jeongin smiles and he keeps moving his fingers “Cum for me baby” he presses a kiss on your lips, you furrow your brows and moan loudly, Jeongin kisses your face mumbling sweet little words against your skin. Your mind gets foggy and you feel the knot burst. Jeongin coaxes you through your high, you rest your forehead against his and smile “That was amazing” Jeongin presses a kiss on your nose “You’re amazing.”

Jeongin presses his lips against yours, you kiss him back, he has one hand on the back of your head, his fingers all tangled up in your hair. You wrap your legs around his waist and gently grab his dick, you give a few pumps, he groans softly against your lips and you align him at your entrance, you gently move your leg to push him forward, Jeongin seems to get the hint and he gently thrusts inside you. You moan loudly, the feeling of Jeongin inside you is overwhelming, he fills you up so nicely. “Fuuuck” Jeongin moans “You feel amazing every single time” he peppers you in kisses “Jeongin..” you moan and you press your nails into his skin. “I want to love you forever” Jeongin starts moving his hips against you “I want to have a family with you” he cups your chin and presses a soft kiss on your lips, your eyes soften and you look at him “I love you” you whisper and you kiss him “I want that too.”

Jeongin is thrusting inside you with sharp thrusts, you moan, you have one arm around Jeongin his neck and one is holding the vanity tightly. You feel another knot form in your stomach, Jeongin feels his own high approaching, he keeps thrusting, putting one of your legs on his shoulder, bringing an entire new sensation to the both of you.

“Baby I’m close” Jeongin moans, you nod “Me too” it takes Jeongin a few more thrusts for his release and you follow quickly, exhaustion washes over both of you. Jeongin kisses you lazily, you wrap your arms around his neck “I love you so much baby” you kiss him and Jeongin pulls you closer “I love you too.”

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Mafia Son

MDNI

pairing: dom!yunho x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, forced marriage, breeding, oral fem!receiving, impact play, hair pulling, squirting word count: 3.5k

taglist: @skzdreamz

When Yunho’s father told him he had to keep an eye out on the rival gang’s daughter he didn’t think he had to actually follow her around every single day. Yunho is sitting inside a tree that is in front of a window. The lights are on in the room, you’re standing there with your arms around a guy. He has his hands on your ass and you’re deepening the kiss with him. Yunho rolls his eyes and leans with his back against the trunk. It’s a cold evening, the stars are shining brightly and the moon is high in the sky.

The light is turned off in the bedroom, Yunho has his night vision goggles on and he is looking at the two sleeping figures in the bed. Yunho closes his eyes and he sees you in front of him, the way your shirt flies off your head. The way you bend your neck when he presses kisses on that spot, the soft sounds leaving your lips. Yunho feels his pants grow tighter with every second he thinks about it. He isn’t supposed to think about you in that way but you just made love to someone right in front of him, he’s allowed a little fantasy.

Yunho yawns and looks back at the dark room, a light turns on and he can see you get out of bed. The man follows you and he wraps his arms around you, you press a kiss on the guy’s lips and he walks out of the room. Yunho follows your movements, you get dressed and walk towards the kitchen. Yunho waits for the guy to get into the car and drops down the tree and looks into the kitchen where you are seated at the kitchen island, a bowl of cereal in front of you. Completely oblivious from the man dressed in all black watching you from your kitchen window.

You walk back towards your room and Yunho easily climbs the tree again, you hear a rustle outside your window that makes you look, Yunho holds his breath as he stops in his tracks halfway the tree. You walk towards your window and open it, you lean against your windowsill and take in the fresh air, not knowing that Yunho is hanging on in the tree right in front of you. You walk towards your bed and lay back down, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

Yunho is sitting on your windowsill, he has his phone in his hands. He is looking at the text from his father.

Her father is a no show, it’s time, take her

He puts his phone away and steps into the room, the room is silent, Yunho walks closer to the bed and he lifts you up.

A car is sitting in your driveway, it’s not yours and you never even noticed. Yunho opens the backseat door and lays you down inside. He closes the door and sits down behind the wheel, he starts the car and drives away, leaving your home behind.

Yunho parks his car and looks back at you, you’re still sound asleep. He shakes his head “How can you sleep like this, you’re literally being kidnapped” he whispers and he strokes a piece of hair out of your face. Yunho steps out of the car and gets you out as well. He walks inside and he looks at you, you’re sleeping so peacefully, because of the slight rocking you start waking up a little. You open your eyes a little and look through your lashes at your surroundings. You notice the warmth of the man carrying you and you're curious as to what is happening.

You hear a door opening and jump out of the man’s arms, Yunho looks at you and before you can try to run, he stands in the doorway and blocks it. You look around and see that you’re in a bedroom, there is no window and there’s a few lights on.

“Going anywhere, sweetheart?” Yunho smirks and looks at you, you look around, panic filling your body. Yunho walks closer to you, his large body looming over you, before you know it you’re being cuffed to the bed. You tug your arm and look at him “What are you doing?” you look at him “Who do you think you are?” you yell at him, Yunho grabs a small stool and sits down in front of you “I am Jeong Yunho” he leans towards you and you lean backwards “You’re Jeong’s kid” you whisper and Yunho grins “You know my father” you nod and look at Yunho, you let your eyes fall on Yunho. “Your dad didn’t show up for his meeting today” you look at Yunho and you roll your eyes. “So you take me away from my bed over something that my father did?” you say, you hold up your hand “Sorry, didn’t do” you look at the man in front of you, you shake your arm so the handcuff rattles “I don’t have anything to do with my father so you can let me go now, thank you” you smile. Yunho shakes his head “You can’t tell me that your father doesn’t care about you, you’re his daughter, his pride” Yunho crosses his arms in disbelief, you shake your head “I dropped out of medical school, I only go out to party and drink and you think I’m something to be proud of?” you grab Yunho by his collar and pull him towards you. “Now uncuff me this instant or I will ask for a favor by my father” you say through gritted teeth, Yunho smiles “Cute, you’re feisty, but what you just did contradicted everything you said before” Yunho gets up from his stool “And that just confirms that we have the right person for this” He smiles and walks towards the door “I will see you in a minute.”

You look around the room one more time, you yank at the cuff one more time and sigh. You look at your hand and you yank again a little harder, the cuff springs free and then you fall backwards on the bed. You feel the soft comforter around you and you have to fight the urge not to fall asleep, you get up and the door opens, Yunho is standing in the door opening. All you can do in that moment is run towards him and hope for the best that he falls back and that you can run free. Instead of that happening, the moment you charge against him and Yunho lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder “I definitely need a different solution” he chuckles and kicks the door shut with his feet, he throws you on the bed and he looks at you “Daughter of a mafia boss, you definitely have tricks up your sleeve” Yunho sits on you with his knees on both of your sides, he pins your arms above your head and grabs with his free hand a rope from his back pocket and ties your hand together. Your feet follow and Yunho looks at you, he grins “My father will kill you if he finds out” you snarl at him, he shakes his head “No he won’t” Yunho caresses your cheek “You will understand soon enough.”

It’s been a couple hours, Yunho is sitting at the side of your bed he has a bowl of soup in his hand and he helps you sit up, he puts an extra pillow behind your head “Here you should eat something” he smiles gently and you look at him “I’ve seen you before” you say as you take a bite, Yunho raises an eyebrow “I’ve seen you around in the clubs I go to” Yunho nods and grabs another spoonful “You tried to hit on me a couple times” he laughs and he looks at you “Such a shame it never became a thing” you say with a seductive look on your face. Yunho leans closer to you, his face only inches away from yours, you can feel his breath on your lips. “Nice try sweetheart, you’re not escaping” you feel your cheeks heat up and shake your head “I wasn’t trying to” Yunho chuckles “Yeah, right.”

Your eyes follow Yunho as he is standing in front of the bed, he has his phone in his hand and a sigh leaves his lips. He looks at you for a second and sits down on the stool “Are you aware of what your father did to my family?” Yunho crosses his arms and he looks at you, you shake your head and try to sit up more, Yunho loosens up the rope around your hands and helps you sit up. “I don’t even know what my dad does most of the time” you sigh “I just know it’s some shady stuff and that he pays my bills” You rub your wrists and look at Yunho. “It sucks doesn’t it?” you nod and look at your hands “Are you aware what your father does?” you ask and with curious eyes you look at him, Yunho nods “I’m his right hand man and you, you’re my wife to be” he smiles. Your mouth drops and you shake your head “No way, I’m not going to get married to you!” Yunho smiles softly and leans closer to you again “You have no choice, your dad didn’t show up to the meeting he was supposed to which gives our family the right, to you” Yunho smiles “Per contract that your dad signed before you and I were even born” you raise an eyebrow and shake your head “No my father wouldn’t do that” you shake your head in disbelief, Yunho looks at you and he nods “They did, before we were born you see our fathers worked together” he folds his hand together “They signed a contract if things would ever fall apart and they miss a meeting they would marry off their children” your eyes widen “I’m sorry but what kind of contract is that?” you exclaim “It’s a contract where there is guaranteed richdom for both families.”

You’re pacing around the room, Yunho was kind enough to untie you, mostly because he locked the room so you couldn’t get out anyways. You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that this will be your husband, when you don’t know but he will be. You didn’t think arranged marriages were still a thing, but yet here you are in this situation.

Yunho comes back into the room “Want a tour of your new house?” You nod and he extends his arm, you take it carefully and he walks towards the door. “If you want to escape, try, be my guest but you won’t make it far” he whispers in your ear and then he smiles “Let’s go.”

The house is beautiful, it has more than four bedrooms, three bathrooms and a lot of empty rooms that you could host balls and other festivities in. The kitchen is huge as well and the living room is bigger than your entire apartment. “It’s a beautiful house” you smile softly and look at Yunho, he is already looking at you, you notice his dark brown eyes, they’re soft, like his features, his hair is hanging in front of his forehead and you have to fight the urge to run your hand through his hair.

“We’re going to make a call to your dad, that we have you here and that the wedding is going to happen” Yunho sits down at the table so you sit down in the chair next to him “If that’s okay with you” he smiles softly, you nod “I don’t have much of a choice or say in this” you bring your knees up to your chest and you hug them. Yunho looks at you, you can see a hint of guilt in his eyes. “Don’t go soft on me now, you’ve got to see this through” you say through gritted teeth, Yunho looks up and he clears his throat, shaking off the guilty feelings he had a minute ago.

The phone is ringing and Yunho is looking at it intently, he’s put the phone on speaker so you can listen along but you’re not allowed to say anything. “Hello?” Your father’s voice fills your ears, you wanna scream out, tell him where you are, who took you. “Hi, we have your daughter, she’s going to fulfill the contract” Yunho says, you can hear some paper rustling on your father’s end. “I’m sorry, who is this?” Yunho shoots a glance at you “Jeong Yunho and we have your daughter” you can hear the silence coming from the other end, you feel a glimmer of hope in your chest, your father will come and rescue you from this situation.

“I don’t have a daughter” your world seems to come down, everything around you slows down, your head starts to feel clouded, you can see Yunho but he moves in slow motion. You get up from your chair, stumbling, you almost trip over your own feet. Yunho gets up from his chair and walks after you, he wants to support you but you push his hands away. Instead of walking towards the front door to your freedom you walk towards a random bedroom, Yunho’s room. You close the door behind you and lay down under the covers. Tears are spilling from your eyes over your cheeks and you can’t stop the sobs leaving your mouth. Yunho is standing in front of the bedroom, he has his hand on the handle and as he hears your sobs he wants to barge into the room and make sure you’re okay. But it isn’t his place, he needs to give you some time and some space. He walks back to his phone and calls his own father, telling him how your father reacted.

You’re laying under the covers, cheeks sticky from all your tears, your throat is dry and you feel hot. The door of the room opens, Yunho walks in, he’s holding a glass of water. He puts it down on your nightstand and his hand hovers over the blanket, you grab the blanket to pull it down, instead of the blanket you also grab Yunho’s hand and pull it down, Yunho loses his balance and he falls forward into you. “Woah” Yunho looks at you, his face really close to yours. You bite your lip softly and Yunho smiles softly “I brought you some water” he says softly, his eyes scan your face, you nod softly “Thank you” you whisper back. “Now that I’m not the daughter, are the plans still on?” You whisper, Yunho smiles softly “Why? Did you change your mind?” You wipe your dried tears away with your sleeve and pull Yunho close to you “I might have a better plan” you bring your lips to his ear “I know a way to make him mad” you take his ear in between your teeth “Real mad” you cup Yunho his cheeks in your hands. You can see Yunho thinking about it and before you let him think more you press your lips against his, your lips move together as if they have been waiting for this.

Yunho pulls the blanket away from you, he straddles your hips with both his legs on either side. You wrap your arms around his neck, Yunho places his hands on your hips, he gently squeezes and you push your hips up into his. A soft groan leaves his lips, Yunho starts pressing kisses in your neck, you turn your head a little to give him more space and a soft moan escapes your lips.

You tug on Yunho’s shirt, he breaks the kiss and takes off his shirt, your eyes widen as you take in his body, he is not super muscular but he is well toned. Your hand goes from his collarbones down towards his pants, Yunho places his hand on yours and he laces your fingers. “Not yet, you first” he smiles and presses another kiss on your lips, you whimper softly. Yunho grins and he takes your sweater in his hands and pulls it over your head, exposing your breasts to the cooler air in the room. Yunho presses kisses in your neck and he kisses towards your breasts, Yunho takes your nipple in his mouth and gently starts sucking. You throw your head back and a soft moan escapes, Yunho brings his hand to your hip and gently massages your skin.

Your sweatpants fly away to a corner in the room and Yunho’s pants follow quickly. You tug on the waistband of his underwear, you turn him around and straddle him. You press soft kisses over his stomach and bite down in his waistband and you tug it down, his member springing free, slapping against his stomach. A groan leaves Yunho’s lips “You’re such a tease Y/n” he brings his hand to your hair and gives it a hard tug, you whimper and look through your lashes at him.

Yunho turns you both around again and he brings his lips to your ear “I could be gentle” he gives your breast a firm slap and a soft moan leaves your lips, you arch your back inviting him for another slap. “But that ain’t what you like, huh” Yunho grins and looks at you, he brings his hands to your underwear and he rips it apart.

Yunho lowers himself and puts your legs over his shoulders, he presses kisses in your inner thigh, you feel the tingle go straight to your heat and you want to close your legs but Yunho holds them effortlessly apart. He kisses closer to where you need him and you whine softly “Yunho” you moan. Yunho grins and you feel him getting closer to your heat. You gasp as Yunho pushes his tongue inside you, he hums softly and he quickly finds your clit. You moan louder as he starts sucking on your clit, you can feel one of his fingers at your entrance and he pushes his finger inside, you furrow your brows at the slight intrusion. Yunho adds another finger and starts to move them, you feel lightheaded, the feeling is too good.

The knot in your stomach is pulling tighter, you can feel yourself clench, Yunho feels it too around his fingers “Are you close sweetheart?” he looks at you, you have the sheets in your hands and your eyes closed. Yunho slaps your breasts with his free hand “Answer me sweetheart” you open your eyes and nod “Y-yes I’m close” Yunho grins and he pulls his fingers out. You whine at the loss of the sensation, Yunho brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. “If we’re going to make a baby we’re going to do it right” he grins and crawls back on top of you, he presses his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck.

Yunho aligns his length at your entrance and he gently rubs it over your slit. You look at Yunho, he is already looking at you, he rests his forehead against yours and your noses touch. It’s an intimate gesture, you feel butterflies in your stomach and just as you want to say something about it Yunho pushes in. A loud moan escapes your lips and you’re holding his hair tightly.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, Yunho has one of your legs over his shoulder and he is thrusting at a fast pace. Moans are rolling over your lips and Yunho grunts, he feels himself coming closer to the edge. “Fuck” he groans and he starts picking up his pace, he grabs your other leg and places it on his other shoulder, you gasp at the feeling. You feel a knot grow in your stomach, this one feels tighter than when Yunho just used his fingers. You clench around his length and moan loudly “Fuck Yunho” you look at him, Yunho presses his finger on your clit and starts rubbing it “Cum for me sweetheart” he kisses you again and you gasp into the kiss, Yunho softly bites your lip and you feel the knot release. Yunho gasps softly and you look at him, he’s waist down covered in your juices “Woah” he grins and looks at you “I haven’t seen you do that with the other guys” your cheeks turn red and you suddenly feel a little bit exposed. “That was amazing” he presses a kiss on your nose and you feel his fingers at your entrance, you gasp softly at the sensitivity. Yunho pushes his own cum back into you and he lifts you up and turns you around, he puts your legs against the wall and he lays down next to you. He puts a blanket over the both of you and he looks at you “We wait a couple of minutes and then we go again?” he asks it but you feel yourself getting hot all over again, you nod and he presses his lips against yours.

[luvshuu]

Car Sale

MDNI

pairing: mingi x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, ass slapping, pet names, hand job, (probably forgot some more) word count: 2.4K

A/n: Mingi in this outfit is doing something to me, actually this entire comeback. I don't know what they're eating but fuuuuck keep feeding us

taglist: @skzdreamz (if you want on my taglist let me know~)

You softly sing along with the music coming from your radio. It’s hot outside, your aircon is on full blast but the air coming from the vents is warm, you crank your window down and a deep sigh leaves your lips. You got this car from your dad a couple of years ago but it wasn’t the greatest. The window from the passenger side just falls down whenever you want to put the window down so it’s taped stuck. The radio barely receives anything and when it does it’s a lot of static coming through as well, making you resort to cd’s. Very old school of you.

You drive around the corner and you hear a faint sputter, another follows this one is louder. You press the gas pedal down, the car hesitates, it stutters forwards losing its momentum altogether. A warning light appears on your dashboard and starts blinking angrily. A grinding noise fills your ears, it’s unsettling, as if something under the hood has snapped.

You gently coax your car to the side of the road putting your hazard lights on, the car jerks one last time and it just silences. The hum of your engine gone, your music still playing softly. Steam comes up from under your hood, you don’t notice at first trying to start multiple times “Please come on” you whisper under your breath, that’s when you see the smoke and you take your key out of the ignition, you pop the hood open and get out of the car. You put your hand in your sleeve and open the hood, you feel the warmth of the car through your sleeve.

You take a seat on the curb with a sigh, this was not how you wanted to spend your day. Your eyes scan the little town that you’re stranded in, it doesn’t have much, a diner, a grocery store and family houses. you grab your phone and see that you have one bar, great you’re cut off from the outside world as well, just what you wanted.

“Having car trouble, Miss?” You look up and see a man standing next to you, you get up and nod “Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with it” the man smiles “I’ll call the local mechanic for you, he’ll pick you and the car up” the man disappears inside one of the homes and you smile softly.

It doesn’t take long before you see a small tow truck coming your way, he stops in front of your car and the door opens, your eyes go to the shoes, then the jeans and every single detail of the white blouse he is wearing. Then your eyes meet his, they’re a beautiful dark brown, he walks up to you and extends his hand “I’m Mingi” he barely smiles, you shake his hand “Y/n” he nods and points to his car “Have a seat in there, I’ll attach your car and we’ll be on our way to the shop” you nod and walk to the passenger side of his car and take a seat, you’re met with the cool air of his aircon and you get goosebumps on your skin, you didn’t know you were this hot, you lean your head against the window and a relieved sigh rolls over your lips.

In the shop Mingi has the hood of your car propped open and he is under your car. You cross your arms and you look at him “Aren’t you dressed a little too fancy to fix my car at this moment?” You ask, you lean against a beam and Mingi comes from under your car to look at you “I was on my way to a wedding, so yeah that’s why” he rolls back under your car “Oh my god I’m so sorry” you kneel next to him “You can fix my car after the wedding? I’m okay with waiting” he rolls back and looks at you, feeling a bit taken back by how close you suddenly are. “It’s okay, they’ll party until tomorrow” he gets up and looks at you “Do you want to try and start the car for me?” You nod and get into your car, leaving the door open so you can hear Mingi’s instructions. You try to start the car but are met with the same weird metal sounds you had before it broke down. “Okay so that’s not it” Mingi looks at the spot where your motor is and he is leaning against your car, your eyes go to him, the white blouse has a few grey stripes on them now from your car, the way he has his sleeves rolled up hugs his arm just right. You can see his muscles, you have to stop yourself from wanting to jump him right here and now.

“Miss?” Mingi is now standing in front of you, he’s waving his hand in front of your eyes “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that” your cheeks turn a dark red and Mingi chuckles “I asked what will you do if I can’t fix this car?” You bite your lip and look at your car for a second “Then I’ll have no other option than to buy a different one” you sigh softly “Okay then I have just the thing for you” Mingi grabs your wrist and pulls you towards a different part of the garage.

“I’m willing to interchange your car for one of these, you’ll obviously have to pay a little extra to cover the rest of the expenses but” Mingi opens a door and you see a lot of cars, all of them have a sale sign in their window with prices “I have options” he smiles, you look around and back at Mingi “So my car is actually dead?” Mingi nods and puts a hand on your shoulder “I’m afraid so, I’m sorry” you purse your lips and nod “It’s okay, nothing you can do about it” you walk towards the cars “Which one do you recommend?”

You’re in a car with Mingi, the wind is going through your hair and Mingi has sunglasses on. You drive back into the garage and get out of the car, you toss the keys at Mingi who catches it easily “So what do you think?” He smiles “I don’t think a cabriolet is for me” he nods and thinks for a second.

“I think I got the perfect car for you” he smiles “You said that two cars ago” you laugh but follow him anyways, Mingi stops in front of a car he blocks your view a little and you want to step aside to see the car but he grabs your shoulders “Close your eyes” you laugh but he looks serious so you close your eyes. Mingi grabs his phone and steps aside, he starts recording your face and smiles softly “Okay you can look” you open your eyes and are met with a red mustang, it’s gorgeous and way better than your old car.

“It’s from 1965 so it’s quite old but it’s a really good car” Mingi smiles, your mouth is still agape and you nod “I’ll” you shake your head “I’ll take it!”

Mingi is printing some paperwork and you’re sitting in his office, there’s pictures of him with his friends on the wall and another wall is covered of him shaking random people’s hands, you guess it’s for every car sale he’s made. You chuckle softly as you get up and walk closer towards the photo’s. You hear the door open and close and you smile “I’m guessing we have to take a picture like this now too?” You look at Mingi, he’s holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hands “Yeah of course” he smiles and walks towards the desk, he puts the glasses and the bottle down and grabs some papers from his backpocket. “We’ll make a picture after we sign the contract because then it’s official” you nod and walk towards him, he hands you a pen and you look at it carefully. You look at the paper in front of you and sign it, it’s literally the car of your dreams. “Before you leave I’ll make sure everything is okay with the car, don’t want you to break down again” he steps closer to you, you now smell his cologne, it’s warm and it’s pulling you closer to him. “Me or the car?” You look up at him, he hands you a flute and he smiles “The car” Mingi tilts his head a little and he looks at you, he is so close to you, you can see every little detail in his face. You feel the warmth of his body through your clothes, he puts down his flute and he takes yours as well, putting it down next to his.

Without thinking he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. You answer his kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, he lowers his hands to your ass and you jump, wrapping your legs around him. He lays you down on his desk and starts kissing your neck. “You don’t know how much I’ve been holding back” he whispers, you get goosebumps on your arm and look at him “Same here” Mingi pulls your shirt over your head and he looks at you “Gorgeous” he presses kisses from your neck down to your breasts and he gently pulls down the straps. Your boobs spring free from your bra and Mingi takes your nipple in between his teeth and starts sucking gently, you whimper softly and throw your head back. Mingi has his hands on your thighs, he hikes up your skirt and he takes a step back to look at you. Mingi brings his hands to his blouse and starts unbuttoning it, you watch his hands carefully. The veins in his hands, his big hands you can’t wait to have around your neck. You sit up and your hands go to his pants, you unbuckle his belt. Mingi watches you intently and he grabs the back of your hair, slightly pulling your hair. You pull down his jeans and you get off his desk and sit down on your knees in front of him. Mingi bites his lips as you free his member from his tight underwear, your eyes widen at how big he is.

You wrap your hand around his length, he groans softly at your touch, your hand feels soft.

You start moving your hand up and down at a soft pace, you look at Mingi, he has his head thrown back, his eyes are closed and he has his mouth open. Soft sounds leave his lips, you take his tip in your mouth and gently start sucking, he gasps and groans “Oh fuck” he pulls your hair a bit harder and you start sucking a bit harder, Mingi guides your head up and down, you moan softly and Mingi gently starts thrusting into your throat as well. Drool runs over your chin and you moan around his length, Mingi caresses your cheek “You look so gorgeous with my dick in your mouth” he groans softly “Taking me like a good girl” he smiles, you start bobbing your head faster and Mingi gasps “Fuck I’m close!” He pulls your head away and strokes his length, he cums with a groan, spurts of cum covering your face and you open your mouth to try and catch some of his cum. “I need you now” Mingi pulls you up and kisses you, he walks back to the desk and bends you over it. He pushes your underwear to the side and he pushes his finger inside your heat. You gasp and you grip the desk, Mingi starts moving his finger and he presses kisses on your shoulder “You’re so wet” he grins and he adds another finger, he kisses your cheek and leans back to look at where his fingers disappear in your heat. Moans leave your mouth, your mind is clouded.

Mingi removes his fingers and he brings them to your mouth, you open your mouth and starts sucking on his fingers “Good girl” Mingi grins and with his free hand he lines himself up at your entrance, he removed his fingers from your mouth and grabs your hips, he pushes his length in one go. You moan loudly and gasp at the intrusion, Mingi doesn’t start slow, he starts thrusting immediately, you moan and have to hold onto the desk. Some photos fall over and Mingi slaps your ass, you moan louder “Fuck, you’re so tight” he slaps your ass again “All for me?” He looks at you, you nod “Yes, yes just for you!” You moan, Mingi moans with you, he picks up his pace and you feel a knot form in your stomach. Mingi feels you clench around him, he groans and slaps your ass again “Cum for me baby” you moan loudly and you don’t need much for your release. Mingi keeps thrusting and helps you ride through your release, you feel the sensation intensify and moan loudly. “Fuck! Fuck!” You moan and Mingi leans over you and kisses you, Mingi feels himself come closer to the edge, he thrusts a few more times and feels himself cum. You moan softly and Mingi stills his hips “Fuck that was amazing” he presses another kiss on your cheek “Let me go clean you up, wait here” he walks to the bathroom and grabs a towel and wets it a little, he walks back and he cleans you up, he dresses you again and then himself.

“Time for the photo?” You look at Mingi and you laugh, he starts laughing with you “You could also just stay with me” he grabs your hand and presses a kiss on it. You blush and smile “I was on my way to a new life” you look at your hands interlaced with Mingi’s. You was on your way to nothing, here is Mingi, you could definitely see something with him. “I don’t mind staying here” you smile and Mingi jumps up “That is amazing!” He wraps you in a hug and presses a kiss on the top of your head. “Want to come to the wedding with me?” Mingi chuckles “That way I have a really good excuse at being this late” you two start laughing, you press a kiss on Mingi’s lips “I would love to” you walk towards the door “We’re going with my car!”

[luvshuu]

Poolside

MDNI

pairing: dom!seonghwa x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, they're in a pool, hwa gets possessive, choking, praise kink, established relationship, hand job both receiving word count: 1.4k

a/n: okay anyone else feeling things from Seonghwa's photo's on instagram? I just HAD to write something about him, I just feel so many things for him. When will I write about my own bias? No one will know, buuut enjoy, hope you enjoy, I haven't proof read or let anyone proof

You get in the pool, the water engulfs your body and the waves ripple over the edge of the pool. The water is cool to the touch and leaves goosebumps all over your skin. A loud splash fills the pool area and it makes you look up, you see a group of men at the edge of the pool and one is in the water. They’re all laughing and then their eyes fall on you. You swim towards the edge opposite from where they are standing, you hear the echoes of their footsteps as they walk away from their friend that is in the water. 

You feel the waves come closer to you and before you know it, there is a presence beside you. “Hi there” you have to do your best to not let your jaw drop. His delicate features makes him look ethereal. “Hi” you look him up and down and a soft chuckle leaves your lips, he raises an eyebrow and he looks you up and down as well “And what are you laughing about princess?” he cocks his head to the side and leans his arms on the edge. You smile at him “Well it isn’t really pool policy to wear clothes inside the pool” you point at his white tank top and your finger lingers at his denim jeans. He smiles and licks his lips “I’m sorry princess, I’ll fix it” he reaches for the hem of his top and lifts it over his head. 

It happens as if it’s in slow motion, the way the fabric sticks to his skin, the way his wet hair moves as the fabric goes over it. You lift yourself to sit on the edge, the cool air hits your skin. The mystery man looks at you and lifts himself out of the pool, you look at his toned body and you lean back a little. “Tell me Hwa” you look at him “Why did your friends push you in the pool?” the man chuckles and interlocks his fingers with yours. “I was talking about you all day so they wanted to drop me off at your place” he chuckles and brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss on it. You sit there with your boyfriend for a minute or so, basking in the silence around you. You look at him and he’s already looking at you, your cheeks flush instantly “What?” You smile and pull your knees up to hide your face behind “Nothing, I just love it when you talk policies to me” he leans closer to your ear to say it. You chuckle and shake your head, you look at him and you just notice how close he is to you, you can feel his breath in your neck. Instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck, Seonghwa smiles at you and leans more towards you making you lay on your back. “I’ve always wanted to try this” he whispers “What?” He presses a kiss on your nose “You taking me like the good girl you are in this pool” 

You flip Seonghwa over so you’re on top, you lean closer to him so that your lips are almost touching “We’ll have to get into the pool first for that Hwa” you get up quickly and dive into the pool. The warm water enclosing your body, as you come up you see Seonghwa sitting up, he is staring at you, he stands up and takes off his wet jeans and dives in after you.

Seonghwa comes up and you swim towards him, you wrap your arms around his neck and his arms find their way around your waist. You press your lips against his, your lips move in sync together. You both are hungry for more, Seonghwa swims to the edge and presses you softly against it and he starts pressing kisses in your neck. “I want everyone to know you’re mine” Seonghwa starts sucking on a sensitive spot in your neck and you close your eyes and a soft moan leaves your lip “My lifeguard girlfriend” he whispers and he starts leaving marks all over your neck and gets closer to your breasts. Seonghwa pushes your swimsuit straps down, his gaze is fixed on you, you feel Seonghwa his fingers all over your body and before you know it your swimsuit is floating up next to you. Before you know it you feel his hand on your thigh, you lace your fingers in his hair and gently pull it. A soft groan leaves his lips and he presses his lips against yours, the kiss is hungry and you can feel his fingers come closer to your heat. You feel him softly rub your clit and a moan leaves your mouth. Seonghwa presses kisses in your neck and you feel his finger glide inside you, the intrusion makes you moan loudly. “So tight for me princess” he smirks and looks at you, your hair is sticking against your neck and it feels like the water is boiling around you. 

Moans are filling the swimming pool, Seonghwa is 3 fingers deep inside you and you feel a knot forming in your stomach, you pull his hair gently and he groans. “Are you close princess?” he kisses your neck and takes your earlobe in his mouth “Cum for me princess” he moves his fingers faster and you feel everything wash over you. You have to catch your breath and Seonghwa kisses you “I love you so much” he smiles and you look at him “I love you too” you pull Seonghwa closer and you hook your finger under the band of his underwear “We need this off” you look at him “And preferably right now” you smile and Seonghwa nods “Yes princess” he brings his hands to his underwear and you stop him “Let me help” you look at him through your lashes “Please?” you smile and he puts his hands on yours and helps you guide him out of his underwear. 

Seonghwa groans softly as his length gets released from the fabric, you wrap your hand around his dick and start moving it gently up and down. He throws his head back and soft moans leave his mouth. You can feel him grow harder in your hand and you honestly can’t wait to feel him inside you.You pull Seonghwa closer to you and you gently pull his hair “Please Hwa” he starts placing kisses in your neck and he grabs your legs and guides them around his waist. He lines himself up at your entrance, he puts his hands on your hips and pushes in gently. A moan escapes your lips and you tug his hair. Seonghwa moans and he starts thrusting, you moan loudly and you let your hand go over his back, your nails digging into his skin. Seonghwa picks up his pace and the water sloshes in between the two of you, making both your faces wet. “I want to try something new” Seonghwa releases your legs and turns you around, he wraps your legs around his waist again. You grab the edge of the pool and you feel Seonghwa his hands on your hips and he starts thrusting again, you moan loudly. A knot is forming in your stomach, Seonghwa seems to notice and starts thrusting harder, he grabs your neck with one hand and brings you towards him. “Taking me so well princess” you moan and close your eyes, Seonghwa gently applies pressure on your throat “No princess, you’re going to look at me” he kisses your cheek and you open your eyes, your mind becomes clouded, the knot in your stomach starts to become tighter “Yes cum for me princess” Seonghwa lowers his hand and his finger presses on your clit. You moan loudly and rest your head on his shoulder. Moans leave your and Seonghwa’s lips, “You’re doing so amazing princess” Seonghwa presses kisses on your neck “Cum princess” and that is all you need to take you over the edge. Seonghwa releases at the same time as you and you feel him fill you up. You feel Seonghwa his arms around you and he presses a kiss on your temple, you smile and soft pants leaves your lips “You’ve done amazing princess”  Seonghwa smiles and you both drift off to the middle of the pool. “I love you so much Hwa” you look at him and he presses a kiss on your lips “I love you too y/n.”

taglist: @skzdreamz

[luvshuu]

A Spoonful of Trouble - Wooyoung x Reader

Summary: Three years of living with your best friend Wooyoung, and it’s all been chill… until a run-in with your old coworker, who’s dating your ex, forces you to lie. You tell her you’re in a relationship with Wooyoung, and now you both have to fake a relationship at a couples’ dinner. Wooyoung’s plan? Make your ex jealous. What starts as a harmless game soon sparks something you didn’t see coming.

Word count: 17.4K

Genre: Best-friend/Roomie Wooyoung, fake dating, comedy (it’s wooyoung, ofc its fun), friends-to-lovers, oneshot, smut

Warnings: Jealous undertones, Wooyoung with reader (fem pronouns), dom Wooyoung, he’s a tease, fingering, oral (fem receiving), choking and hair pulling, ass slaps and pussy slaps (lmao sorry) dirtytalk, unprotected sex, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: I was requested a Wooyoung fanfic (preferably friends to lovers) and your wish is my command. Also, I haven't read this through, so I excuse if there are any mistakes!

This is all for fun and is not meant to represent Wooyoung in any way.

You didn’t know Wooyoung before you moved in with him.

It wasn’t some childhood-friends-to-roommates situation. It was a Facebook listing, a desperate rent situation, and a quick video call where he grinned and said, “I’m clean, I cook, and I only walk around shirtless on laundry days, deal?”

Your boyfriend had just cheated on you and you were too broke to be picky.

You moved in two weeks later.

That was three years ago.

When you first moved in, things were simple. Polite nods in the hallway, careful division of chores, messages like “Can I use your oat milk?” and “Trash day’s Thursday.” You were strangers learning how to coexist. He was respectful, charming, funny in a careful kind of way.

But that changed. Slowly. Naturally.

There was the night he knocked on your door with two bowls of ramen after hearing you cry through the wall. The time he fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie, and you let him stay there. The mornings where he started making two cups of coffee without asking, and the way he never forgot which mug was your favorite.

Little things, at first. But they stacked up.

Now he knows your coffee order and your worst ex’s name. He doesn’t knock anymore when your door is open. And you don’t bother pretending to be annoyed when he drapes himself across the couch you’re already sitting on, like there’s not an entire empty seat next to you. You know his favorite hoodie and the playlist he only listens to when he’s feeling off.

You don’t even remember when it happened. When “roommate” became “friend,” and “friend” slowly became “best friend”.

He’s the first person you turn to when something happens, good or bad. You’ve become so used to him and his playful, flirtatious nature, that it’s just... normal now.

This morning, you wake up to the sound of a pan sizzling.

It’s not unusual. Wooyoung does most of the cooking in the apartment, partly because he’s better at it, mostly because he refuses to eat anything bland. You’ve learned not to interfere when he’s in his element, your only job is to show up and eat.

Still, it’s early, and he’s making a bit too much noise for someone who claims to love you “platonically.”

You shuffle out of your room, hair a mess, socks mismatched. The kitchen smells like garlic and eggs, and you see him standing at the stove, completely in his zone. Hoodie sleeves pushed up, spatula in hand, flipping something with a finesse that makes it obvious he knows he looks good doing it.

“You’re showing off,” you mutter, leaning against the doorframe.

He doesn’t look away from the pan. “You’re welcome.”

You make a beeline for your favorite mug, the one he always pretends to hate but still washes carefully every time you leave it in the sink.

“I figured you’d sleep in,” he says. “You stayed up late.”

“Yea, because someone wasn’t leaving my room.” you send him a glare.

“I like hanging out with you! and don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the story about the geek and the popular girl from my old highschool. That story is cute as hell.” he points the spatula with you like it’s a weapon.

You smirk behind the mug. “Okay, that one was kinda good.”

He grins, plating scrambled eggs and what looks like roasted vegetables. He slides the plate toward your usual spot at the counter like he’s done it a hundred times, because he has.

“How was your date?” you ask, poking your fork into a roasted tomato.

Wooyoung groans. “Disaster.”

“That bad?”

“She asked if I was in love with her halfway through the appetizer.”

“Bold of her,” you say, chewing.

“And when I said no, she looked at me like I kicked her in the face. Then she told me I ‘give off commitment issues.’”

You grin. “You do give off commitment issues.”

He glares playfully. “Okay, rude. I’m extremely loyal.”

“To me.”

“Exactly. My loyalty quota is full. Sorry to the rest of the world.” he shoots you a wink, nothing dramatic, just one of those natural, easy gestures he does without thinking. You don’t blush. Not anymore.

You're used to it. In the beginning, back when you were still adjusting to living with someone who looks like that, who flirts with the air he breathes, who walks around shirtless and steals fries from your plate and calls you “babe” just to watch your reaction, it was different.

But now? Immunity.

Mostly.

It’s easy with him, always has been. Closeness that doesn’t need explanation. No boundaries, because you don’t need them. Not when you’ve seen each other through every version of a day.

He sits beside you at the counter instead of across, thigh brushing yours like it’s second nature.

Because it is.

***

“You know,” you say, pushing the cart down the cereal aisle, “you could just admit you have the taste buds of a hyperactive child.”

Wooyoung gasps, dramatically offended as he holds up a neon box of chocolate puffs. “This is not childish. This is elite. You wouldn’t understand the depth of this flavor profile.”

Grocery shopping with Wooyoung is basically a weekly ritual at this point. Not because you can’t go alone, but because he insists on it. Claims you’d forget half the list and come back with snacks and nothing else. Which, to be fair, is kind of true.

You’re halfway through the cereal aisle, walking behind the cart as Wooyoung wanders a few feet ahead, eyes locked on the shelf like he’s making a life-or-death decision between sugary clusters or chocolate swirls.

He’s in his element, mumbling ingredients under his breath, holding one box up to the light like he’s reading ancient scrolls. You smile to yourself, letting him do his thing as you slow down, scanning your phone for the rest of your shared grocery list.

And then, just your luck, you hear it.

“Oh my god, Y/N?”

You look up too slowly.

Hana.

You turn, putting on the most polite expression you can muster as she approaches, all bright eyes and perfect hair and the same aggressive enthusiasm she used to bring to Monday morning staff meetings.

“Hana,” you say, trying to sound surprised instead of resigned. “Wow. Hi.”

“I thought that was you! Oh my god, it’s been what, like, forever? You look so… Anyways, it’s so good to see you!” She eyes you, then glances down into your cart before you can respond. “Frozen dumplings, instant rice, oh my god I love those snacks, they’re so bad but soooo addictive, right? Wait-, this kimchi brand is the worst. You should try the one from Jihyun’s Market across town. It’s organic.”

You blink. “I... like this one.”

“Sure, sure. I mean, I just think it’s better to be picky with fermented stuff, you know? Especially when you’re eating it alone.”

You don’t answer right away. She doesn’t wait.

“Gosh, how are you? I remember how you were always the chill one at work. So responsible. So put together. Like, you were always the single one! We called you "The Independent Icon" behind your back. Not in a mean way!”

You hadn’t planned on staying single forever. But a few years ago, your boyfriend cheated on you while he was on vacation, called you from the airport like it was no big deal. After that, you decided you were done. No dating for a while, no more risks. It was easier to be alone than to be blindsided again. Eventually, people stopped asking. Then they started assuming.

Your stomach twists. You glance down the aisle. Wooyoung is still several feet away, crouched in front of a lower shelf now, examining cereal boxes like he’s an art critic. Totally out of earshot.

“Oh, I didn’t know people talked about that,” you say, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Hana waves a hand. “Only in admiration, really. I mean, you’ve never brought a guy to any of our dinners. I think Minji even thought you were secretly dating a girl for a while, totally cool if you are! No judgment! But I told her, no way. Y/N is just focused. Did I tell you I got married, by the way? I don’t think you ever met my husband. We got married last year, tiny ceremony, super last minute. Here-, he’s gonna kill me for showing this, but look how ridiculous he looks in this suit.”

She pulls out her phone, swipes once, then holds it up to you.

You freeze.

You know that face.

The sharp jawline. The dimple on his left cheek. The same stupid smile he had when he came back from that trip and told you, casually, like it was weather, that he’d slept with someone else. “It didn’t mean anything,” he said, “we were just having a rough patch, right?”

Your stomach drops.

“That’s him,” Hana says proudly. “Total goofball, but he’s the best. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d find someone like him. But don’t worry, you’ll find someone too some day!”

Hana is still talking but her words blur.

You could say nothing. You could just smile, nod, and escape with your overpriced kimchi and frozen dumplings. But you nod slowly, eyes darting to the end of the aisle again. Suddenly, you hear yourself say, voice too quick and too loud:

“Actually, I’m dating someone.”

Hana’s brows lift. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah.” You point down the aisle.

She turns.

Wooyoung, still crouched, is now reading the back of a cereal box, completely oblivious to your social spiral.

“Oh?” Hana’s eyes are practically sparkling now, thrilled by this newfound information. “Look at you! I know you had it in you!” she says, nudging your arm. “You have to bring him to dinner. We’re doing a little couples night this Friday. Just a few of us from work, old and new. Minji’s coming, and Jihyun, and my husband’s inviting one of his coworkers and their girlfriend. You two should come!”

You hesitate, already internally spiraling. “Oh, I don’t know-”

“Come on! It’ll be fun. I need someone there who doesn’t talk about babies every ten seconds. Please.”

She’s already taking your nod as confirmation before you’ve fully given it. “Perfect! I’ll text you the details, I still have your number. You better show up.”

Just as she’s about to walk away, Wooyoung returns, holding two cereal boxes and strolling up casually.

Hana’s face lights up again. “See you soon!” she says brightly to him, giving you both a final little wave before disappearing around the corner.

Wooyoung blinks after her, then looks at you, eyebrows raised. “...Why do I feel like I just missed something deeply important?”

You stare at him, trying to decide where to begin.

He holds up the cereal boxes, undeterred. “Okay. Fruity Loops or Cinnamon Sugar Swirls. One has slightly fewer chemicals. I won’t say which.”

You inhale slowly, exhale even slower. “So, remember when you left me alone for two minutes?”

“Tragically, yes.”

“Well… in those two minutes, I may have… sort of… told someone we’re dating.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Wooyoung blinks. “You what?”

You gesture weakly down the aisle. “That was Hana. Old coworker. She’s always been weirdly obsessed with the fact that I’m single. She was doing her usual thing, and I panicked, and I pointed at you, and now she thinks we’re together, and- surprise! We’re going to a couples dinner on Friday.”

Wooyoung looks at you. Then at the cereal. Then back at you.

And then he grins.

Like really grins.

“Oh my God,” he says, eyes wide with delight. “This is amazing.”

“Wooyoung.”

“We’re fake dating? We’re doing the thing? Like the romcoms?”

You press a hand to your face. “It gets worse.”

His grin somehow grows. “I’m listening.”

“She’s married to my ex.”

Wooyoung blinks. “The ex?”

You nod. “She showed me a wedding photo. It’s him. The one who cheated on me while he was on vacation. The reason I swore off dating for like, three years.”

Wooyoung’s jaw drops, then slowly morphs into something almost unhinged with glee.

“Oh my God,” he breathes. “This is so much better than I thought.”

“Why are you happy?”

“Because,” he says, absolutely glowing, “I get to sit across from the guy who cheated on my best friend and pretend to be the hot, attentive boyfriend who’s so in love with her he’d die for her. I’m going to be so annoying. I’m going to feed you food.”

“Wooyoung.”

“I’m going to wipe sauce off your mouth. I’m going to put my arm around your chair. I’m going to call you baby in front of him.”

You groan. “This is going to kill me.”

“This is going to heal you,” he says. “You know what, this counts for both of the cereals. Sweet childhood nostalgia and the one that turns milk radioactive pink.” He throws the cereals into the cart with dramatic flair. “This is the best grocery trip of my life.”

***

Friday morning

He’s already in the kitchen when you shuffle in, still half-asleep, arms wrapped around yourself. The smell of eggs and butter greets you first.

“Good morning, my beautiful fake girlfriend!” he beams.

You groan. “Please don’t start.”

“Too late,” he sings, doing a dramatic spin with the spatula. “Do you want toast with your lies or just plain guilt?”

You drop your head onto the counter with a sigh. “I’m not built for this level of energy before caffeine.”

He slides a mug your way, your mug, with your preferred coffee, made just right. “I knew you’d be a flight risk this morning.”

You mutter a thank-you and take a long sip. It helps. But not enough.

“I think I’m panicking,” you say into the mug.

He sets your breakfast in front of you and leans on the counter across from where you sit. “Hey. We’ve got this. All we have to do is show up, eat some overpriced cheese cubes, pretend we’re madly in love, make your ex suffer for being the biggest asshole known to man, and leave. Easy.”

“Madly in love,” you echo flatly.

“Yes, madly.” His smile grows. “Madly, stupidly in love. To the point where your ex is going to regret every single life choice he made after cheating on you. And enough to make Hana go, ‘oh wow, they’re so cute, maybe I am a terrible friend for shaming her for being single for the entire time I’ve known her.’”

You blink. “You really hate him, don’t you?”

“I’ve never even met him and I already hope he has the biggest receding hairline I’ve ever seen.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“And besides,” he adds, stealing a bite of your toast, “we got chemistry.”

You make a face.

“We do, though. We’re best friends. We’re comfortable. We finish each other’s-”

“Don’t.”

“-sentences.”

You hurl a piece of toast crust at him. He dodges it with a smirk.

But he’s right. You are comfortable. You already know what shirt he’s going to wear tonight and that he’s going to pretend he didn’t plan it. You know he’s going to be charming and make everyone laugh and completely forget he’s pretending.

And that’s the part that begins to make your stomach twist.

The day goes faster than you anticipated, and before you know it, you’re both getting ready for the dinner.

You’re halfway through checking your bag for the fourth time when he walks out of his room, and everything in you stills.

He’s adjusting the sleeves of his black button-down, casually rolling them up past his elbows. He tucks his phone into his back pocket, grabs a bottle of wine off the counter. He’s talking, saying something about the wine in his hands, but you don’t hear a word.

Because damn. He looks good.

His black hair is styled a little messier than usual, in that perfectly undone way that probably took way too much effort. He’s tucked his shirt into dark slacks that fit just right, and he’s wearing that silver chain he only brings out for “important” nights.

Like fake dates, apparently.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even look like he’s trying. He looks like this is just how he always looks. Like he doesn’t know that he’s the kind of guy women cross sidewalks for just to sneak a better glance.

And you should be used to that. You live with him. You see him fresh out of bed, half-asleep, shirtless and in the same ratty sweats every Sunday. But this is different.

You recover fast, mutter something closer to sounds than actual words and spin on your heel toward the bathroom.

You need a second. Maybe two.

You close the door behind you and lean against it, willing your heart to calm down. It's just Wooyoung. Your best friend. Your roommate. Your fake boyfriend for the night. Nothing to get flustered over.

You run a hand down your dress, fix your lipstick, try not to think about how the curve of his smile made your stomach flutter.

Then, without a sound, the door cracks open.

He leans casually against the doorframe, watching you through the reflection. “Hey.”

Your eyes meet in the mirror, and for a second, you forget what you’re doing, because his gaze isn’t neutral.

It drops. Lingers.

Slides down the line of your black dress, the way it hugs your hips, the bare skin of your shoulders. It’s not crude, not obvious, but you can feel it. Like a slow drag of heat over your body.

You blink. “You’re not allowed to just come in here.”

“I knocked.”

You glare.

He lifts his hands, innocent. “You just didn’t hear it. Selective hearing, maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but he doesn’t move. Just stay there, eyes trailing from your hair to your lips to the way you’re fidgeting with your rings.

“What’s up?” you ask, voice soft.

He tilts his head slightly, smile tugging at one side of his mouth. “Just thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Funny,” he deadpans. Then after a beat, “I was wondering how much of a boyfriend I’m allowed to be tonight.”

Your stomach tightens.

He says it lightly, but there’s something in his voice, something teasing, but slower. More deliberate.

You meet his gaze in the mirror again. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” he says, stepping a little further into the room, “can I hold your hand? Whisper something in your ear if it gets boring? Pull you in when he’s watching?”

You swallow. He’s close now, not too close, but close enough that the air feels warmer.

“Or maybe,” he continues, eyes flicking to your lips just for a second, “kiss your cheek. You know. If it feels natural. Just enough to make him wonder.” There’s something electric in his voice now, light, amused, but edged with something darker. He smiles, wider this time, and it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Actually… can I make your ex jealous as fuck? Is that allowed?”

“What do you want to do?” you ask, your voice quieter than you mean it to be.

“I mean… if you give me even a little room to play…” He leans in, just slightly, not touching. “I swear I’ll ruin his whole fucking night.”

You’re still staring when he backs away, grin wide, eyes too pleased.

“No pressure," he says, putting both of his hands up, he smiles again, but this time it’s softer. “I’ll do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

Your mouth is dry.

“Do whatever you want,” you manage. “Just… don’t be weird.”

He grins. “I make no promises”

You’re smiling, even as you turn away to grab your perfume, trying not to let him see how warm your cheeks are.

And as he walks out, he says it over his shoulder.

“You didn’t say no to the kiss.”

***

The knock sounds louder than you expect. You suddenly feel overdressed, underprepared, and painfully aware of the fact that your hand is linked with Wooyoung’s.

You didn’t mean to hold hands.

It just sort of… happened. One second you were adjusting your sleeve, the next his fingers found yours, no hesitation, like they’d done it a thousand times. And now it’s too late to pull away without it being weird.

“Y/N! Oh my god, finally! Come in!” Hana screams as she opens the door. You’re barely stepping inside when she notices the man next to you, her eyes widening. “And this is…?”

“Wooyoung,” he says smoothly, offering the wine bottle with both charm and ease. “Nice to meet you.”

Hana takes it with a delighted hum, already ushering you both inside. You barely get a foot in before her voice lifts again. “Babe, come meet my old co-worker!”

And there he is.

Standing a few steps inside the hallway, one hand curled loosely around a drink. He turns at the sound and freezes. Just for a second, quick enough to pass for nothing, but not to you. You see it. His eyes widen slightly, and something flickers across his face. Confusion. Surprise. Like he wasn’t told. Like he wasn’t ready.

But you smile, smooth and pleasant. Step forward, extend your hand like you’ve never seen him before in your life.

“Hi,” you say. “Nice to meet you.”

You smile like it’s nothing. Like you don’t know him. Like he’s just another name you’ll forget by morning. There’s the barest pause before he sets the glass down and shakes your hand. “Yeah,” he says, guarded, eyes flicking to Wooyoung. “You too.”

Before you can say anything, Wooyoung steps forward smoothly, hand outstretched, “Hi,” he says, voice warm and a little too cheerful. “I’m Wooyoung. Her boyfriend.”

There’s a pause. One breath too long. Your ex shifts, not quite hiding the way his eyes flick to your still-joined hands.

“…Right,” he says finally, taking Wooyoung’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Hana, being the overly-excited host that she is, smiles at the situation. “Everyone’s in the kitchen. Come on, we’re just doing drinks and snacks before dinner.”

You glance toward the kitchen, grateful for the distraction, but not before you feel Wooyoung’s hand press gently against your lower back, guiding you forward.

As if to say: I’ve got you.

But also…

Watch me work.

The house is warm and golden-lit, filled with soft music and the quiet sounds of people mingling. Laughter drifts from the back, layered over the clink of glasses and the sizzle of something on the stove.

The kitchen is full, couples leaning against counters, clustered near the island, perched on stools. Everyone looks up when you enter, and Hana claps her hands once. “Everyone, this is Y/N and her boyfriend, Wooyoung.”

You swear the word echoes for a second. Boyfriend.

Wooyoung just nods with a relaxed smile, greeting the group like he’s done this a hundred times. He’s introduced to a few of the guys first, and within a minute he’s already laughing at something, fully immersed in conversation.

You hang back, trying not to fidget, trying to ignore how good he looks tonight, sleeves rolled, watch glinting, hair pushed back perfectly like he didn’t even try. And then, as if on cue, Hana pipes up from across the room, tossing the words over her shoulder like they’re harmless.

“I still can’t believe Y/N’s in a relationship now,” she says brightly, like it’s a funny little update. “I didn’t believe it at first, Y/N in a relationship? We all thought she was allergic to commitment!”

There’s a few laughs, light, not cruel. The kind of laugh that happens when people think they’re in on something. The moment the words leave Hana’s mouth, your ex looks up. His expression flickers with a hint of surprise.

You open your mouth, unsure what to say. But before you can speak, Wooyoung cuts in. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t even look particularly bothered. He just glances over at Hana with an easy, almost lazy kind of smile.

“If loving her is a commitment, then it’s the easiest type of commitment I’ve ever made.”

You blink.

Your ex doesn’t say anything. His lips press into a tight line, but his eyes narrow further, jaw clenching slightly as he watches Wooyoung.

But Wooyoung’s gaze never shifts away from you, his hand finding yours again, linking your fingers effortlessly. His smile is small, but there’s a touch of pride behind it. He’s enjoying this.

The women smile. A couple guys glance over like damn. And Hana? She laughs, charmed. “Wow, okay. You’re already winning points.”

You try to smile like your heart didn’t just skip an entire beat.

Hana insists on giving you and Wooyoung a quick tour before dinner. “It’s not huge,” she says, with a laugh that’s anything but modest. “We just really wanted something simple but tasteful. Natural light was a must. You know how it is.”

Wooyoung nods beside you like he deeply, deeply understands the weight of natural light, and you catch the subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“And this-” Hana gestures grandly as she opens a set of double doors. “This is my favorite room. The light in here at golden hour? Unreal. We had the cushions custom made to match the ceiling beams. And the books are mostly for decoration, but it kind of gives the right mood, don’t you think?”

You nod along politely, half-listening, while Wooyoung leans down slightly, his voice warm and low against your ear.

“Do you think if I mention natural light three more times, we unlock a secret level of the tour?”

Your breath hitches with a soft laugh, and before you can stop yourself, you tilt your head slightly toward him, shoulder brushing his chest. His smile lingers like he’s proud of himself, but there’s something else behind it too, something quieter. The way your face lights up when you laugh, how you don’t pull away. It flickers in his chest and sits there, unexpected.

His hand lingers a little longer at the small of your back as you follow Hana to the next room.

The dinner table is lively, plates are passed around, and glasses are filled as casual conversation flows. Across the table, your ex is quiet. He hasn’t said much all night, just observed. His smile is polite, his presence steady, but you can feel his gaze on you every now and then, especially when Wooyoung leans in to refill your glass or casually touches your wrist while talking.

The group is in a comfortable rhythm, and just as you're about to take a bite of your food, one of the guests leans back in their chair with a curious smile.

“So how did you two meet each other?”

You freeze, your mind racing. And across from you, you swear you see your ex stiffen slightly, eyes narrowing just the tiniest bit.

Wooyoung notices immediately.

He smiles at you, that teasing, mischievous look in his eyes as he leans forward, taking the cue. He opens his mouth, and suddenly, his voice fills the room. Smooth, charming, and effortlessly natural.

"Oh, this one’s my favorite story," he says, his voice warm and playful, his eyes lighting up as if he's about to tell the most incredible tale.

He pauses for dramatic effect, glancing at you, making sure you’re paying attention. You give him a quick nod, still unsure of where he’s going with this.

“It was one of those nights you’re not even supposed to go out, you know? I almost canceled.” He lets out a soft laugh, glancing at you. “But then she walked in.”

Everyone leans in slightly, curious.

“She wasn’t supposed to be there either, actually. Our friend had to convince her. She was tired, had a long week,” He looks at you briefly, as if asking permission with his eyes, but his smile says he already knows you’ll let him go on.

“She came in late, a little out of breath, tucking her hair behind her ear, apologizing even though no one noticed. And I swear-” He leans back, that crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “-the second I saw her, I forgot what I was saying mid-sentence. Just totally lost it. My friend thought I was choking on my drink.”

Soft laughter bubbles around the table. Your cheeks warm.

“She sat right across from me, and I swear I didn’t hear a single thing anyone else said the whole night. I spent the night trying to make her laugh.”

It’s smooth, too smooth, but his tone is light, playful, like he’s just telling a fond memory, not spinning an elaborate lie. He continues, eyes sparkling.

“I asked for her number before we left, and she said no.”

A small gasp comes from someone at the table, and Wooyoung grins like he’s telling a bedtime story.

“She said I seemed like the kind of guy who flirts with everyone.” More laughter. Wooyoung presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Which-, okay, fair. But I wasn't flirting with her… or maybe I was, but I just wanted to keep talking to her. So I said, ‘If she doesn’t want to give it to me, fine, I’ll earn it.’ And I kept showing up whenever our friend invited people out. I'd always make sure to sit next to her. Always brought something small. Coffee, gum, dumb stuff, just to have an excuse to talk.”

He looks at you then. Really looks at you.

“And eventually… she let me walk her home.”

Someone lets out a little aww.

“I didn’t try anything,” he adds. “I just wanted to stretch out the moment as long as I could. I think we stood outside her door for half an hour just talking. I memorized the color of her front light. The chipped tile on her step. Her laugh.”

The table is completely silent.

“And the next time?” His smile curves wider. “She kissed me first. Which I will never let her forget.”

The table is enchanted.

For a moment after Wooyoung finishes, there’s a soft, stunned silence, like everyone’s holding their breath without realizing it. Then:

“Oh my God,” someone breathes.

The woman across from you nudges her partner. “You never chased me like that.”

“You didn’t run,” he deadpans.

“So you’re telling me you saw her once and just knew?” another friend adds, reaching for more wine.

“I told our mutual friend to introduce us, and he said ‘don’t bother.’” He stretches his arm along the back of your chair, fingers lightly brushing the bare skin of your shoulder. “So obviously I did the exact opposite.”

The table erupts with laughter. Real, full, warm.

“God, that sounds so like you,” Hana laughs, sending you a playful glance.

Laughter bubbles around the table, easy and entertained.

But not from everyone.

Across the table, your ex’s grip on his fork tightens, just for a moment. Not dramatic, not enough to draw attention from anyone else, but you see it. The twitch in his jaw. The way he shifts back in his chair like he needs space to breathe.

Wooyoung leans in slightly, hand still resting lightly behind your neck now, fingers brushing just enough to make it look natural. Intimate.

“And when she finally said yes,” he adds, voice lower now, more deliberate, “I knew I wasn’t gonna let her go.”

Your chest tightens.

The air feels heavier.

Meanwhile, you’re frozen in place, staring at your wine glass, heart racing as if you lived every second of that made-up story. You catch someone across the table watching you with a knowing smile, clearly convinced you're the luckiest girl alive.

And for a second, just one, you almost believe it too.

The rest of the dinner unfolds like a well-rehearsed play. Light laughter, wine refills, soft clinks of cutlery against porcelain. Conversation drifts easily between the couples, like they’ve all known each other forever, even if some only met tonight. And somehow, you and Wooyoung fall into it without trying.

After the dinner, the buzz of conversation in the living room fades as you step quietly down the hallway toward the bathroom. You need a second to breathe, just a minute alone after everything that’s happened tonight.

You close the bathroom door behind you and lean against it for a moment, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Wooyoung’s charming story about how you met still lingers in your mind, and the way everyone seemed so enchanted by him... it felt like something out of a movie. It had been easy to get swept up in it all, even though it was completely fabricated.

After a few moments, you open the bathroom door and nearly jump out of your skin.

Wooyoung is standing right there in the hallway, hands in his pockets like he’s just been casually waiting. His gaze flicks up to meet yours immediately, and a slow, knowing smile pulls at his lips.

He doesn’t say anything right away, just leans his shoulder against the doorframe, arms now crossed, like he’s settling in.

You swallow hard. “You scared me.”

“Did I?” His voice is low, soft. Like a secret passed between friends. “Sorry. You just disappeared.”

“I needed a second. Too many couples,” you say, attempting a light laugh that comes out a bit thin. “Too much… love.”

“So?” he murmurs beside you. “How am I doing?”

You glance at him, eyebrows raised.

“The fake boyfriend thing,” he adds with a sly grin. “Convincing enough for you?”

You shrug, but your smile gives you away. “I’ve seen worse performances.”

“Cold,” he mutters, holding a hand over his chest like you’ve wounded him. “Here I am, carrying the entire romance on my back.”

You laugh quietly, then shake your head, your voice dropping again. “Honestly, I think everyone at the table wants to date you now.”

“Jealous?” he says, all teeth and sparkle, but his voice is soft, teasing rather than cocky.

You roll your eyes, even as your stomach flips. “Please.”

Then he tilts his head, studying you. His tone shifts, still playful, but quieter. “You know, you’re still a little pink.”

You blink. “What?”

“Your cheeks,” he says, nodding toward them. “Blushing. Again.”

You cross your arms instinctively, heart picking up pace. “I’m not.”

“You are,” he whispers. He leans a little closer. “It’s kinda cute.”

Your breath catches.

“You’re insufferable,” you whisper, smiling despite yourself.

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

The moment hangs, just a little too long. You’re standing in the dim hallway, lights soft, voices muffled behind walls, and he’s looking at you like this is his favorite part of the night.

You clear your throat, trying to reset something in the air. “We should go back.”

“Yeah,” he says, straightening slowly. “Before someone thinks we’re sneaking off to make out.”

Wooyoung straightens just a little, the moment sliding away like water off skin. He gives you one last glance, a wink for good measure, then turns and walks toward the others. That leaves you standing in the hallway, heart racing, wondering why his lazy confidence always makes it hard to tell when he’s joking and when he isn’t.

You follow behind, still feeling the blush he called out.

You offer to help Hana out in the kitchen. Wooyoung is busy winning everybody’s hearts with his charm, so you aren’t concerned about him.

You rinse off a plate, hands moving on autopilot as you stack it neatly on the drying rack. Hana leans against the counter beside you, sipping the last of her wine, her smile still painted on from dinner. “Seriously though,” she says, nudging your hip with hers, “I wasn’t expecting you to show up with someone like that.”

You huff a laugh. “Like what?”

“Like… funny. Hot. Charismatic. The way he talks about you?” She raises a brow. “Unreal.”

You smile, tight-lipped. “Yeah. He’s something.”

“I mean…” She grins. “You glow around him. It’s wild. Like, he looks at you like he’s already picking out your wedding venue.”

You laugh, quiet, awkward. “He’s just… sweet.”

Hana raises her brows. “He’s obsessed. In a good way.” She tilts her head toward the hallway. “I’m gonna go grab the wine opener. Don’t let me forget it again. Be back in a sec.”

The back door clicks shut behind her, and silence settles again. It’s nice for a moment, just you, the clink of cutlery, the steam from the sink. You keep washing dishes, grateful for the moment alone.

But it doesn’t last.

You hear movement behind you. Slow. Hesitant.

You turn your head and freeze.

It’s him.

Your ex.

He stands just past the threshold, hands in his pockets, gaze locked on you. He steps in without saying anything at first. Just lingers a little too close to the kitchen island, his eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to figure out what he’s seeing.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he says.

You dry your hands on a towel, steadying yourself. “Clearly.”

He takes a step in. Not too close, but enough to unsettle you.

His eyes flick around the room, then land back on you. “You look good.”

You sigh quietly, turning back to the sink. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m just saying.”

Another beat.

You hear him shift again, leaning slightly against the island behind you. You can feel his eyes on your back.

“That guy,” he says finally. “The one who came with you. Wooyoung.”

You don’t look at him. “What about him?”

He hesitates. Then, carefully: “Are you two… serious?”

You pause, then shrug. “That’s none of your business.”

He lets out a low breath. “So that’s a yes.”

You turn slowly, facing him now. “Why are you here, really?”

“In my own house?”

“No,” you say. “Why are you in this kitchen, right now?”

He stares at you. Silent.

“I fucked up,” he blurts, “Okay? I know I did. I’ve been thinking about it since-”

“Don’t,” you snap, but still keeping your voice down so the rest of the party won't hear. “You don’t get to come here, pretend we’re still something, and then act surprised that I moved on. You’re married.”

His mouth opens, then closes. He looks at you like you’ve just hit him.

“You moved on?” he repeats, like the words are bitter on his tongue. “With him?”

You step back. “You don’t know him.”

He scoffs. “I might not, but I can still see how insufferable he is.”

You stare at him, lips parted in disbelief. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”

He takes another step forward, eyes sharper now. “I just don’t get it. After everything-”

“No,” you say firmly, holding your hand up. “You don’t get anything. You lost the right to have an opinion the second you slept with someone else.”

There’s a beat of silence. Your heart pounds in your ears.

And then…

“Everything okay in here?” Wooyoung’s voice is cold. Threatening almost.

You don’t need to look. You feel it, the air shifting, the way the atmosphere bends around his presence. But you still turn your head. And it steadies you instantly.

He’s leaning in the doorway. One hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks, the other hanging loose at his side. His posture is relaxed. His expression? Somewhere between nonchalance and interest.

But his eyes?

They’re fixed on your ex.

And they could kill.

Your ex straightens, caught off guard. “Uh-, yeah. We were just-”

Wooyoung steps fully into the room like he’s walking through water, unconcerned by the tension that’s thick enough to drown in. He nods once, a polite gesture with razor edges, then glances at you.

His voice lowers. Smooth, velvety. Unmistakably his.

“You okay, baby?”

The pet name slips out effortlessly. Like it belongs there. Like you belong to him. Then he closes the space between you and him, his hand brushing the small of your back with casual ownership.

Your breath stutters. “I’m fine.”

His gaze lingers on your ex, sharp enough to make the air hum.

“Then I’ll ask one more time,” he murmurs, voice dipped in steel, eyes locked on your ex. “Is there a problem?”

Your ex lets out a quiet scoff, trying to play it cool. “No problem at all.”

Wooyoung breathes in once, slow.

“Then I’ll make this simple,” he says, softly now. Dangerous soft. “If you’ve got something to say, say it.” He tilts his head, the barest shift of muscle. His smile is slight, almost gentle, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “If not…” His jaw tightens just once. “Walk away before you make me repeat myself.”

Your ex doesn’t speak again. Doesn’t look at you. Just leaves.

And Wooyoung watches every step. Tracks him with the kind of gaze that doesn’t flinch. It says everything he hasn’t:

Try it again. I dare you.

When it’s just the two of you again, Wooyoung’s fingers trace your spine once, barely there. A silent check-in.

Then, slowly, his focus shifts. Back to you.

His voice drops. Low. Controlled.

“You okay?”

You nod once, but it’s tight. Too tight. And he sees it.

His brows pinch just slightly. “Did he say something?”

“No,” you whisper, and it’s true, mostly. “He was just… being him.”

Wooyoung exhales slowly through his nose, jaw clenching. Like he’s trying not to say something that would ruin the whole night. But then he looks at you, really looks at you, and something in him softens. Just a little.

His hand slides from your back to your waist, anchoring you close. He studies your face for a moment, like he’s not fully convinced, but then he exhales and gives a small nod back.

“I didn’t want to step in too early,” he says, voice soft now. “You looked like you had it under control. You did.”

There’s something warm in your chest at that, that he trusted you to hold your own.

You meet his eyes.

He’s not angry.

He’s present.

“I know you don’t need anyone to defend you,” he says, quieter now. “But I’m here. If you ever want me to.”

That part lingers. A gentle offering.

You smile faintly. “Thanks.”

He leans just a little closer, his voice dipping like he doesn’t want to be overheard, even by the walls, and something wicked flickers at the corner of his mouth. “Guess I’ll have to make it clearer you’re taken.”

Your heart skips a beat.

His hand gives your waist the faintest squeeze, not possessive, just sure. Then he straightens up, tone lighter, a glint in his eye as he teases, “You ready to go back out there, or should we hide out in here a little longer?”

You smile. “Let’s go.”

Wooyoung laces his fingers with yours as you step out of the kitchen. He doesn’t say much. Just keeps his hand on you, sometimes at your back, sometimes curled around your fingers, like he doesn’t trust the room not to try and touch you.

The energy around him simmers low. Controlled. Patient.

But it’s there.

You feel it in the way his gaze lingers a little too long when you make eye contact The way his thumb brushes your skin when you pass your ex. Like a fuse waiting for flame.

The evening moves on. Laughter. Drinks. Music humming low in the background. But that energy never leaves him.

Then, after another drink, his palm slides against your waist as he leans in, murmuring just low enough for only you to hear. “Come outside with me for a sec?”

You glance up, surprised by the quiet invitation, but nod. “Yeah. Okay."

He takes your hand and leads you through the back door, into the cool hush of the backyard. String lights sway gently above. A few scattered chairs dot the patio, mostly empty.

He pulls you just far enough into the yard that you’re framed under the golden light, a sight impossible to miss. Then he stops just enough to pull you in close, his hands resting firmly on your waist. His breath brushes your neck as he leans in, voice low and a little teasing.

“Do you trust me?”

You meet his gaze, smiling without hesitation, but a little confused. “Of course.”

But before you can say anything more, he leans in, no warning, no hesitation, and his mouth finds your neck.

Slow. Deliberate. Unapologetically possessive.

His grip on your waist tightens, firm and grounding, like he's anchoring himself to you, or maybe keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Your fingers twitch, aching to clutch at his shirt, his shoulders, anything. But he doesn’t stop. His mouth keeps moving, tongue flicking, lips parting as he sucks softly at the spot just above your collarbone, lazy, indulgent, filthy in how intimate it feels.

You gasp, hips tilting forward instinctively, heat already pooling low and heavy in your belly. He doesn’t miss it, he hums against your throat like he felt it happen.

Wooyoung pulls back just enough to murmur, voice thick and close to your ear, “You weren’t expecting that, huh?”

His tone is teasing, pleased, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. Then he leans back in, grazing your neck again, his nose brushing over the same spot he just kissed.

“Fake boyfriend of the year, right?” he adds, a low smirk in his voice.

It pulls a laugh from you, too real, too soft, and he chuckles under his breath like he lives for the sound.

And then he looks up.

Over your shoulder.

Still smiling.

You don’t turn. You don’t even realize why his gaze has sharpened. But Wooyoung knows. He’s known from the moment he stepped outside.

“Oh, hey,” he says, just loud enough, like the thought only now occurred to him. “Didn’t see you there.”

You blink, startled, then turn.

And there he is.

Your ex is sitting in the far corner of the backyard, posture stiff, one hand loosely holding a glass of something amber that he’s no longer drinking. He’s been watching, long enough, clearly. His eyes flick from your face to where Wooyoung’s hand rests against your hip like it was made to be there. His mouth is drawn in a line so tight it might split.

He’d been watching.

Wooyoung's arm wraps a little tighter around your waist. Not possessive. Not aggressive. Just… secure. Like he has every right to hold you like this. Like he dares anyone to question it.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Wooyoung says, cool and lazy.

Your ex stares, jaw tight.

Wooyoung doesn’t wait. His posture is casual, but there’s a glint in his eye that betrays him, too amused, too at-ease.

“Nice night, isn’t it?” he adds, like it’s nothing. “Stars out. Music inside. My girl tastes like sangria. Hard to complain.”

You stiffen slightly, but Wooyoung doesn’t flinch. He’s still smiling faintly, watching you with that unbothered, pretty-boy charm that somehow makes everything worse.

Your ex lifts his drink and mutters, “Some of us came out here to be alone.”

Wooyoung cocks his head. “Oh, totally fair. Should’ve said something.”

There’s a beat of silence, sharp enough to cut through. But he doesn’t move. He stays planted right there beside you, hand still snug on your waist like it belongs there.

Then he blinks, as if struck by a thought.

“Oh-, wait,” he says, voice still sweet. “You want us back inside?” He huffs a quiet laugh, almost apologetic. “Damn. That’s on me.”

Your ex sets his glass down with a soft clink on the stone railing. “You always this annoying?”

Wooyoung grins. “Only when I’m in a good mood.”

“Y/N! Wooyoung!”

Hana bursts out, loud and glowing, wine glass in one hand, joy practically spilling out of her. Her eyes land on you both and she lights up like the fourth of July.

“Oh my God, there you are!” she grins. “I was about to come get you, everyone keeps asking where the hot couple went!”

You see your ex stiffen. Wooyoung’s smile stretches.

“Hot couple,” he echoes, biting back a laugh.

Hana gasps dramatically. “Don’t act shy now! You two are disgusting. I love it.”

“I'm not mad about it. She’s got great taste,” Wooyoung teases with a little shrug, for a second glancing over at your ex. “Eventually.”

Your ex’s jaw tightens. He looks like he might speak.

But Wooyoung leans in one last time, whispering low into your ear, voice soft enough to make your skin spark:

"Success, baby"

He smirks before sliding his hand into yours, pulling you gently toward the house where Hana is waiting, oblivious to the tension left behind.

The night has mellowed. The lights are dim, the wine is flowing, and laughter has started to echo easier around the table. Someone’s passed around dessert, tiramisu in glass jars, and Wooyoung’s excused himself to the bathroom with that lazy, effortless vibe only he can pull off without trying. You’d felt his hand brush your shoulder as he left, and it still lingers there somehow, phantom-warm.

Hana’s had just enough wine to get bold. She sits across from you, grinning over the rim of her glass.

“Okay,” she says, loudly enough to cut across the overlapping chatter. “New question for the couples.”

The table quiets, interest piqued.

Her eyes land on you like a spotlight. “What’s your favorite physical thing about your partner?”

A few groans. Someone throws a napkin in her direction.

“Don’t roll your eyes,” she warns, laughing. “And no safe answers either. I don’t want to hear about how they ‘have a nice smile’ or ‘beautiful eyes’, everyone says that. I want the thing. The detail. The part of them that does it for you when you’re not even trying to look. The one that makes your brain short-circuit a little.”

You laugh, swallowing a little too quickly. The wine burns, and suddenly the air feels too warm.

“I’ll go last,” Hana says, clearly loving this. “Y/N, go.”

You freeze. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Her smile is practically villainous. “He’s not even here. You can be honest.”

Everyone chuckles. The pressure thickens.

You hesitate, lips parting, unsure. Your eyes flick toward the hallway where Wooyoung disappeared. As if he might walk in just in time to save you.

But he doesn’t.

You clear your throat and say, maybe a little too honestly, “His hands.”

“Ooh,” someone says. “That’s a good one.”

You glance down at the table, fingers curling around your wine glass. “They’re just… nice,” you say, not looking up. “He moves them a lot when he talks. And they’re always doing something. Tapping, pulling at a sleeve, playing with his rings or-, whatever. Just always… moving.”

Your voice quiets as the room listens. You feel exposed, like you said something too intimate.

You don’t realize the room has fallen silent. Until it hits you that no one’s said anything back.

And then...

“I should leave more often if this is what I get to come back to.”

And Wooyoung is standing just behind you, leaning lazily against the doorway, arms crossed, one brow raised in interest.

Your breath halts.

There’s laughter again around the table, but your throat goes dry. Hana’s grinning at the perfect timing. “There he is,” she says, wiggling her brows. “Right on cue. We’re playing favorites.”

Wooyoung raises a brow. “Favorites?”

“Favorite physical thing about each other,” she explains, eyes sparkling. “And no cop-outs like smile or eyes. We’re talking the thing. The detail that ruins you. Your turn”

He chuckles under his breath, clearly amused. He doesn’t hesitate.

“Her neck.”

A beat of silence. His voice is smooth but deliberate, like the words were waiting in his mouth.

You feel your body go still.

Then he moves, slowly, stepping closer behind your chair, his hand brushing your shoulder as he comes to a stop. You’re suddenly very aware of how exposed your skin is where your top dips to your collarbone, of how warm the air feels even though he hasn’t touched you.

“She’s got this curve,” he says, quieter now, like he’s letting everyone else fade out. “Right here," His fingers trace the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, so lightly it barely counts as a touch. “Right where her hair rests.”

Then his tone shifts, warmer, quieter. Real.

“In the mornings,” he says, like he’s letting the rest of the room fall away, “when she’s still half-asleep and pulls her hair up without thinking. Stretching, yawning, no makeup, nothing, this part’s just exposed. The light hits it, and I swear to God-” He cuts himself off with a low exhale, shaking his head with a crooked smile. “It makes it really hard to be on time for anything.”

The silence that follows is a different kind of hush. Not teasing. Not performative.

It’s weighted. Personal.

Like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t making any of that up. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until he pulls back, barely.

“Plus,” he adds, a lazy grin playing on his lips, “it’s really unfair that you smell the way you do.”

“Okay, damn,” someone says from across the table, but you can’t even register who.

Wooyoung finally moves, slipping back into the seat beside you. But he doesn’t lean back, doesn’t settle into comfort like before. He sits just a little closer than he needs to. His thigh brushes yours. Warm. Steady. You don’t move.

The game rolls on, Hana gesturing to the couple across from you with a flourish, their answer met with giggles and teasing. But the background fades, soft, foggy, because you feel it. The weight of Wooyoung’s stare.

When you finally turn your head, you find him already watching you.

And everything in his face is different.

Gone is the cocky smile, the playful glint in his eye. He’s quiet now. Studying you, like he’s not sure where the line is anymore. Like maybe he doesn’t want to know.

And then, another gaze.

You catch it from the corner of your eye: your ex, sitting stiff at the far end of the table, his expression unreadable. He’s watching Wooyoung like a hawk, jaw tight, mouth set in a firm line.

Wooyoung senses it. You can feel the shift in him, the small breath he takes. The flicker of heat in his chest, like he might respond, say something, smirk just to provoke.

But he doesn’t.

Because it’s not about him anymore.

After a few more rounds of the game, you step into the hallway and let your back hit the wall with a quiet sigh. The noise from the living room still hums faintly behind you, laughter, the clink of glasses, someone shuffling a deck of cards. It’s warm in there, but your skin feels too tight. You just need a minute.

You close your eyes.

Footsteps approach, soft, familiar.

Wooyoung slips into the hallway like he’s done it a hundred times, like he always knows when you need the space. He falls in beside you, close but not crowding, his shoulder hovering just shy of yours as he leans against the wall.

“You always vanish when it gets too loud,” he says, his voice low.

You keep your eyes forward, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t vanish. I relocate.”

He hums. “Right. Into hallways. Or kitchen corners. Or that one time it was behind the couch.”

“That was one time.”

“It was still dramatic,” he teases, nudging your arm lightly. Your breath catches, just a little. It’s playful. It’s Wooyoung. But something about the way he talks makes your stomach flip.

“You look really pretty tonight.”

The words land like a spark, and your breath catches before you can help it. You blink up at him, startled.

“I-, what?”

He grins, slow and lopsided. “Just saying. I don’t think I told you earlier.”

You feel your face flush, warmth blooming across your cheeks, down your neck. You look away instantly, trying to mask it with a half-laugh.

“I’m honest,” he counters, still looking at you. You can feel it, the weight of his gaze, the way it lingers. “I mean, you always look good, but tonight…” His voice dips, softer now. “It’s kind of unfair.”

You glance away, suddenly hyperaware of how close he’s standing. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” he asks, leaning just slightly toward you. “Is it that hard to believe? Do I need to be faking a relationship for you to believe it?”

You don’t answer. You’re not sure you can. Your heart’s already too loud in your ears.

He nudges your arm gently. “You know, for someone who lives with me, you’re really bad at accepting compliments.”

You try to play it off. “Maybe you just give too many.”

“Mm,” he muses. “Or maybe you’re just really easy to compliment.”

You let out a breathy sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tucking your chin down in embarrassment. “Can you not?”

You finally glance at him, and he’s already watching you with that infuriatingly unreadable look, somewhere between playful and serious. Like he’s holding back.

He doesn’t say anything else for a second. He just looks at you.

And somehow, that says more than the rest.

You try not to smile. You fail.

Wooyoung pushes himself off the wall with a lazy stretch, then turns his body to face you, effectively placing his back toward the living room.

“Come back in when you’re ready,” he says softly, his voice carrying that usual teasing warmth. “You don’t have to rush. But I’ll be on my seat, being distractingly attractive… in case that helps.”

You almost laugh, but then your eyes drift past him.

Your stomach dips.

Your ex is standing just inside the living room, half-shadowed but unmistakably watching. His expression is unreadable, his eyes sharp and fixed directly on you.

“Wait,” you breathe, reaching out without thinking.

You grab Wooyoung’s shirt and pull him a little closer. He stumbles forward a step, surprised but not resisting. His brows furrow slightly in confusion as he looks down at you.

“Do you trust me?” you ask now, your voice quieter now. There’s a tremor in it, not fear, but urgency. Purpose.

Wooyoung’s expression shifts, softening. “Yes,” he says, instantly. “Of course.”

That’s all you need.

Your hands move quickly, one sliding up to the back of his neck, the other gripping the front of his shirt. You rise onto your toes and kiss him. Firm and deliberate. Lips meeting his in a way that leaves no room for questions. His mouth parts slightly in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans in.

When you break the kiss just slightly, you don’t step back. You stay close, close enough that your lips graze his as you whisper, “He’s watchi-,”

You don’t get to finish. Wooyoung’s lips are on yours again before you even register, like they need to be. Like he doesn’t care about why you kissed him, or for who, but because he can’t stop now that you’ve let it happen.

This time it’s deeper. Hungrier.

You can’t help but deepen the kiss when he slides his tongue slightly into your mouth, and one of his hands slips down to your lower back, guiding you closer. The other lifts to your jaw, gentle but sure. l

You feel your back press lightly into the wall behind you as he moves with you, not rough, but insistent. The kind of kiss that drowns everything else out, conversation, footsteps, your ex’s presence across the room.

His lips part yours, his breath hot and heavy against your cheek between kisses. His grip tightens at your waist, grounding you. You respond instinctively, hands curling into his shirt, lips moving with his, matching every shift and tilt of his head.

It’s a performance. That’s how it started.

But it doesn’t feel like one anymore.

It feels like heat, like want, like a spark that caught fire the second you gave it permission. And he’s kissing you like he’s not planning to stop anytime soon.

And for just a second, you let yourself melt into it. Into him.

But then… it passes.

The air changes again.

You blink and glance over to the living room. Your ex is gone. Vanished back into the room. Wooyoung slows, then stops. His hands remain on you, his breath still a little uneven.

You pull back first, just enough to look at him.

His eyes are already on you. There’s something different there now, an emotion you haven’t seen from him before. Not just playfulness, not just comfort. Something heavier. Hungrier.

You force a small, awkward smile and drop your hands from his neck, stepping back just slightly. “Okay,” you say, clearing your throat. “I think that worked.”

Wooyoung doesn’t say anything for a second. He just studies you like he’s seeing you clearly for the first time. Then he nods, slow and unreadable, and finally, he smiles. But it’s not quite the same. Something about it is quieter. Almost reverent.

At the end of the night, shoes shuffle at the door. Coats rustle. The air is heavy with the kind of tired that follows too much wine and too much pretending.

“Get home safe, okay?” Hana says warmly, stepping toward you both as you’re about to leave. Her smile is soft, a little teasing. “You two are seriously adorable. Like… sickening. I love it.”

You laugh, a bit breathlessly, already halfway into your coat. But before you can say anything, Wooyoung’s arm snakes naturally around your waist, casual, confident. You feel his fingers press into your side, warm through the fabric.

“Thanks, Hana,” he says, flashing her a grin. “She keeps me in line.”

You roll your eyes and glance up at him, but the smile tugging at your lips is real, too real. “Barely,” you murmur, playing along.

His eyes flick to yours for a second. Just long enough to make your stomach twist.

Hana grins and gives you both a quick hug before stepping back into the house. “Bye, lovebirds.”

The door closes behind you.

The air outside bites cold against your skin.

And just like that, his arm drops from your waist. The performance ends.

Neither of you says a word as you walk to the curb. You don’t know if it’s the silence or the absence of his touch that makes the air feel heavier now, but it’s different.

The cab pulls up with a soft screech. He opens the door for you like always, waits for you to slide in, then follows without a word. The car is warm, too warm, and too quiet.

You're both staring straight ahead.

The streetlights flicker past, painting gold across his face. In the confined space, the silence between you buzzes, thick with something unspoken, something ignited hours ago that neither of you has dared to acknowledge.

The apartment door clicks shut behind you with a softness that feels far too loud in the quiet.

Coats are hung. Shoes are kicked off. The scent of his usual candle lingers in the air, citrus and something darker underneath. Normally comforting. Now it just makes your heart beat faster.

Wooyoung heads to the kitchen without a word. His shoulders are relaxed, but there’s something taut underneath it all. You hesitate in the hallway, watching him open the cabinet, sleeves pushed to his elbows, veins still prominent down his forearms from earlier, and you hate how you notice.

You drift into the kitchen slowly, lingering by the edge of the counter.

“So,” you offer, light and a little too bright, “that was fun, right? Peak acting performance. Someone give us Oscars.”

No answer. He fills the glass with water from the tap, moves with that same quiet ease, but doesn’t glance at you once.

You try again, a bit more playful. “Think we fooled them? I mean, your story about how we met really sold it. Ten out of ten commitment.”

He finally looks at you, just looks. And it’s a look that completely steals the breath from your chest. Calm, dark, unreadable. His eyes are locked on yours like he's waiting for you to crack first. And suddenly you're hyperaware of everything. How hot your cheeks feel, how your voice might've sounded too eager, how the silence seems to wrap around your body like a second skin.

You clear yours softly. “Anyway. Um. I’m gonna-, I think I’m just gonna head to bed.”

Still nothing from him.

You nod quickly. “Night.”

You turn, heart hammering now, and you’ve only made it a step or two down the hall when his voice floats to you, quiet, even.

“If you ever need a fake boyfriend again…”

You stop. Your fingers twitch at your side.

“…you know where to find me.”

You turn back toward him slowly. He’s still in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter, glass in hand, eyes unreadable, but fixed on you like he’s daring you to say something. To ask him what he means. To call him out.

You don’t.

You meet his gaze, and it’s only for a second, but something heavy passes between you, something weighty and unspoken that neither of you wants to name.

Then you nod.

Not a joking nod. Not one meant to brush things off. Just… quiet acknowledgement. You walk off with your heartbeat pounding in your ears, like your body knows something your mind hasn’t caught up with. You don’t look back, but you feel his eyes on you the whole way down the hall.

The door clicks softly shut behind you.

And for a long time, you just stand there in the silence of your room, pulse racing, breath held, trying to figure out what exactly that was.

You don’t even remember walking to your vanity. You’ve just been standing here, fingers curled loosely along the edge, eyes locked on your reflection like it might give you answers. But all it gives you is the echo of him. His words. His gaze. His lips on yours. The way your body reacted like it knew something you didn’t.

There’s a knock.

A soft one.

You straighten up fast, like you’re guilty of something. “Come in.”

The door creaks open behind you.

You meet his gaze through the mirror as he strolls in, easy and casual, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to be here, in your space, late at night.

He doesn’t say anything right away. Just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you.

You manage a breath. “Not tired?”

His shoulders lift in the faintest shrug. “Not really.”

Then silence again.

But it’s not awkward, it’s thick. Charged.

“I was thinking about something,” he finally says, his voice smooth, a little playful.

You glance at him in the mirror, trying not to let your pulse jump. “Yeah? About what?”

Wooyoung pushes off the frame, making his way toward you at an unhurried pace. “You’re better at this whole fake relationship thing than you give yourself credit for.”

You attempt a shrug. “Just playing along.”

A soft laugh leaves him. “Mm. Sure.”

He walks further into the room. Not quickly. Not even directly toward you. He slows as he passes by your bed, eyes roaming lazily over the space like he’s trying to memorize it. But you know that’s not what this is.

He’s letting the silence stretch.

He’s letting you squirm.

You glance at him through the mirror, just as he finally makes his way behind you.

You don’t move.

You can’t.

He stops right behind you, not touching, but close. You keep your eyes locked on the mirror, but it’s no use. He’s everywhere now. In your space. In your breath.

“And the things you said tonight,” he says, voice soft but pointed. “Those were part of the act too?”

You try to keep your tone even. “What things?”

He tilts his head. “The part where you said you like my hands. That you stare at them when I’m not looking.”

You freeze just slightly.

"I-, uhm... I dont-..." You glance down instinctively, suddenly very aware of your own hands fidgeting.

“Funny,” he says softly, “You think I haven’t noticed? When I’m cooking. When I’m fixing something around the apartment. You always get quiet.”

His hand lifts, fingertips brushing your hair gently off your shoulder. You shiver as he lowers his voice again.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he says. “I do love your neck.”

You don’t answer, but he doesn’t need you to.

“In the mornings,” he murmurs. “When you’re in the kitchen, still half asleep, standing by the window. Your head tilts just a little. That soft little spot here,” he gestures near your collarbone, but still doesn’t touch. “barely covered.”

You’re not breathing properly now.

“And I try,” he continues, “I really try to keep it together, but you standing there like that…? That does something to me.”

You let out a slow, shaky breath, shoulders dropping ever so slightly.

His fingers trail lightly along the back of your neck, not quite touching skin yet, but enough to make you lean into it. He steps in fully now, his hands finding your waist, and you instinctively lean back into him.

And then, finally, his mouth brushes your neck. Gentle. Slow. A teasing press that turns into something deeper. You feel the smile against your skin as he kisses again, and again, lower this time, until your knees threaten to give.

You gasp, just a little, and he smiles against your throat.

“You know,” he starts, voice casual, “if this wasn’t fake…”

Your breath hitches.

“…I would’ve done a lot of things differently tonight.”

You swallow hard. “Like what?”

He trails one finger along your side, feather-light, just enough to make you squirm.

“If this wasn’t fake…” he begins, like it’s casual, like he’s not setting you on fire, “I wouldn’t have let you leave my side once tonight. I would’ve had my hand on you the whole dinner, your thigh, your back, the curve of your hip, just to remind you who you belong to.”

Your stomach tightens.

He brushes his fingers lightly along your sides, not quite ticklish, just maddeningly slow.

“I’d bring you home,” he continues, lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear, “take your hand, lead you to your room like I’ve been waiting to all night. And I wouldn’t rush it. No pretending, no performance. Just you. Me. And the dress I’ve been dying to take off you.”

He trails his knuckles lightly down your side, slow and reverent.

“I’d unzip it real slow…”

You hear the faintest shift of fabric.

“Let it slip off your shoulders while I kissed right here…” he presses a single, feather-light kiss to the side of your neck, “and here…” another just below your ear, “until you were shivering.”

Your eyes flutter closed, and he watches your reflection like he’s memorizing the moment.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers just below your ear.

You’re at a loss for words but you’re hungry for more. You shake your head as you swallow, but realise how dry your mouth is. His hands slide up your sides, warm, sure, with a smile on his face.

“If it hadn't been fake, I’d press you against this vanity,” he goes on, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Make you watch as I touched every inch of your skin.”

You can’t look away from the mirror, from the image of his hands exploring you, slow and confident, like he’s known this body forever.

“I’d hold your hips right here.” His hands grip you firmly, positioning your body with ease. “And I’d make sure the only thing you remembered from tonight was how I made you feel.”

"Yeah?" you manage to say, too invested in everything he's saying.

“If this wasn’t fake…” he murmurs, his hands still on you, tracing the curve of your body as if he owns it. “I’d make you see stars. I’d fuck you right here, make you forget you were ever pretending.”

You let out a light gasp, feeling your heart in your throat.

He presses against you, his hand finding its way to your neck, just enough to make you tilt your head back, exposing more of that sensitive skin. He breathes softly against it.

“You’d be mine. I’d make sure you knew it, every fucking inch of you.”

You’re a breath away from crumbling, your chest rising and falling in rapid succession as you realize how much you want him, how easily you’re giving into the fantasy.

His lips are still close to your ear, breath warm, voice impossibly soft.

“But then again…” he murmurs, the barest smile in his tone, “this is all fake… isn’t it?”

You stiffen.

He lets out a low chuckle, his nose skimming the line of your jaw as he continues, casually cruel in the way only he can be. “None of this would actually happen. I mean, why would it?”

"Why not?" you barely let out a whisper.

His fingers drag slowly down your sides, feather-light, torturously teasing. He’s pretending to think, pretending to be thoughtful, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. “You and me, coming home after a night like that, all dressed up, all tense and wired… and me just…” His hand glides over your hips. “Peeling you out of this dress and fucking you over your vanity?”

He hums, tilting his head. “Seems a little far-fetched, don’t you think?”

You inhale sharply, your body practically trembling from restraint.

He leans in again, lips just at your neck now. “You haven’t said much,” he whispers, his hand brushing lower, just enough to make you flinch. “Should I stop?” His fingers press gently into your thighs now, possessive even in their softness. “Because we’re faking it, right?” He lets out a slow, amused breath. “And I’d hate to make things confusing.”

You swallow hard, your mouth dry, your skin flushed everywhere.

“Unless you want me to keep going,” he murmurs, eyes locking with yours in the reflection, darker now, heavy with intent. “But you’d have to say it, sweetheart.”

His fingers trail between your legs, light as a threat.

You grip the edge of the vanity with white knuckles, heart pounding in your throat. “Wooyoung…”

His hand slides up, over your stomach, between your breasts, up to your throat, never squeezing, just there. Possessive. Protective. His lips trail along your shoulder, just above the strap of your dress, while the other hand finally finds the zipper.

“I’d take you like this,” he says lowly, kissing the back of your neck. “Make you look at yourself while I ruin you, slow… deep… mine.”

Your knees nearly give out.

He presses forward just a little more, breath ragged now against your skin. “But maybe we should stop.”

You whimper, actually whimper, and shake your head.

“No, please,” you whisper, your voice breaking apart like the last wall crumbling. "Don't stop."

His hands freeze for just a moment, then he smirks, low and satisfied.

“There she is.”

His smirk deepens, wicked, triumphant. He doesn’t say a word.

Then, with deliberate force, he turns you.

Your back meets the cool edge of the vanity. Before you can fully catch your breath, his veiny hand is already on your throat, firm but careful, guiding your head back just enough to look up at him.

You gasp from the way it makes your knees go weak, the way it makes your heart stutter in your chest.

His gaze drops to your lips. Then slowly, almost torturously, he leans in, breath brushing your mouth, letting you feel the heat of it before he claims you.

The kiss is devastating. Nothing sweet. Nothing soft.

His mouth crashes into yours like he’s starved for it, tongue, teeth, everything. He takes and takes, groaning low in his throat the moment you moan against him. That tiny, helpless sound makes his fingers tighten slightly on your neck, his other hand sliding possessively down your side to your hip.

“God, you sound so pretty when you do that,” he breathes between kisses, voice wrecked.

You melt under him, into him, letting him press you back against the vanity like he wants to fuse you to it. He breaks the kiss with a growl, breath hot against your lips, then suddenly, he spins you again.

You can’t speak. You can’t think. All you can do is feel his hands on your hips, feel the way his body aligns with yours so perfectly it’s almost cruel.

“Still pretending?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Or can I finally touch you like I’ve wanted to all fucking night?”

You nod before he even finishes the sentence. "Yes-, yes please," you whimper, hips tilting back into his, head tipping to give him more of your neck.

He chuckles under his breath.

“Thought so.”

You don’t have a chance to respond before his hands are on you again, more urgent this time. His fingers find the zipper of your dress, and he pulls it down, letting you feel every inch of his focus on you.

The dress slides off your body, pooling at your feet, and he’s quick to step back just enough to take you in. His eyes rake over you like he’s starving. You stand there, vulnerable, under his gaze, and you can’t help the way your body reacts to him. The heat between your legs intensifies, the ache in your chest growing stronger.

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes raking over you from behind. “You’re a goddamn dream.”

You gasp as he presses you into the vanity, your body trapped between the cool wood and the heat of him. His hands slide down to your thighs, pulling them apart slowly, giving him access, making sure you feel every moment of it. His voice drops to a velvet growl. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby. Right here.” His lips press behind your ear again, “Tell me you want it,” he demands.

And you can’t hold back anymore. The tension in your body snaps, and you nod, your breath quickening. “I want it.”

He smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Good girl.”

His hand presses firmly between your thighs, rubbing you through the soaked fabric with just enough pressure to make your legs weaken beneath you.

He chuckles against your skin when he feels you tremble. “Already this wet for me, baby?”

You nod helplessly, and his free hand slides up your back, tangling in your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose more of your neck.

His teeth graze your pulse point, and you moan again, louder this time. "Look in the mirror as I touch you."

Your breath stutters, lashes fluttering as your gaze locks on the reflection. “Fuck, Wooyoung…” you whisper, already unsteady, your thighs trembling under his stare alone.

Then, with no warning, he hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and drags them down your thighs, letting them fall. Cool air brushes against your wetness, and your whole body jolts in response.

“Jesus-” you exhale, shivering.

His fingers slide through your slick folds, slow and deliberate, just enough pressure to make you twitch. You moan, sharp and helpless, eyes fluttering closed for a second until he tuts softly beside your ear.

“Eyes open, sweetheart. I said look.”

You obey, forcing your eyes to the mirror again, and the sight of you, glowing, needy, lips parted, legs trembling, draws a sound from deep in your throat.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing just below your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

Then, he pushes in, just one finger at first, thick and deliberate. He doesn’t rush. He presses in knuckle by knuckle, watching your face in the mirror as your lips part and your back arches. The way your body welcomes him makes his cock twitch under the fabrics.

“There we go,” he whispers, dark and pleased. “So fucking tight.”

He gives you a moment to adjust, curling that single finger just right, then pulls back, almost all the way, before pushing in again, deeper this time. You whimper, soft and broken.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw. “You let me in so easily.”

When he slides in a second finger, your knees nearly give out, but he catches you, pressing his chest to your back and flattening his palm over your belly.

You cry out, raw and desperate, body jerking in his arms.

“Right there,” you gasp. “Fuck, right there-, don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

His lips trace your jaw, voice molten.

“Good girl,” he whispers, moving his fingers just the way you need. “Let me hear you.”

And you do.

Loud, unfiltered, desperate for more.

Your hands grip the edge of the vanity. He watches in the mirror as your face twists in pleasure, breath shuddering every time he pumps into you. He doesn’t relent. His fingers are steady, coaxing, relentless, fucking you precisely, like he’s memorizing every reaction.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands softly.

“So good,” you breathe. “It’s-, god, Wooyoung-”

“That’s right,” he cuts in, curling his fingers deeper. “Say my name like that.”

He shifts just slightly, just enough to hit the spot that sends stars bursting behind your eyes, and keeps that rhythm. Over and over.

“Come on,” he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I can feel it. You’re right there, aren’t you?”

You nod, desperately, eyes fluttering shut.

But he doesn’t let you. His free hand curls around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, guiding you back to the mirror.

“No. Look,” he growls, his voice low and possessive. “I want you to see how good I make you feel. How pretty you look falling apart just for me.”

You force your eyes open, lips parted, eye makeup already smudged, breath shaking, and what you see unravels you: his body pressed to yours, his hand moving between your legs like he owns you, his gaze fixed entirely on your reflection.

The sight of it, the feeling of him everywhere, inside and around you, tips you over the edge.

You cry out, helpless and raw, as your body clenches hard around his fingers. He doesn’t slow. He works you through it, murmuring praise against your ear.

“That’s it,” he groans. “That’s my good girl. So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

Your hips jerk, grinding into his palm as your orgasm pulses through you, long and overwhelming. When the waves finally ease, your body limp and trembling, he slowly withdraws his fingers, slick and shining.

You shiver, eyes fluttering shut as he presses his hips against you, the thick hardness of him pressing against your thighs.

He suddenly guides you forward, one hand on your back, he presses you down firmly, bending you over.

“Stay just like that,” he commands, stepping back slightly to admire the view, your ass pushed out, your eyes wide in the mirror, lips already parted. “Fuck. Look at you.”

Then you feel it, his hands on your thighs, spreading them, dragging his fingers slowly along your skin. His shirt hangs open, wrinkled and useless now, clinging to one shoulder, exposing his toned chest, flushed and rising with every harsh breath. His palm presses to the center of your back, bending you over the vanity with a firm, unyielding push.

“Stay like that,” he murmurs, voice low and dark. “I want you spread out. Pretty. Obedient.”

You obey without thinking, chest against the cool surface. Then, with excruciating slowness, he undoes his belt. The sound alone makes your breath hitch. He keeps his eyes locked on yours in the mirror as he pushes his pants down just enough and frees himself, fingers wrapping around his cock like he’s been aching for this.

And when you see him… you go still.

He’s thick, long, flushed and heavy in his hand, already glistening at the tip.

Your gasp escapes before you can stop it.

“Oh?” he smirks, stroking himself lazily, intentionally, letting your eyes drink in every inch. “Surprised?”

You hear the sound of him spitting in his hand, stroking himself once, twice, and then that thick, hard length is sliding between your folds, teasing your entrance.

His hand slides into your hair, not rough, but controlling, guiding your eyes back to the mirror.

“Eyes on the mirror,” he commands, hand fisting your hair just enough to lift your gaze. “You’re gonna watch what it looks like when your best friend finally fucks you.”

Then, with one slow, devastating thrust, he sinks into you.

Deep.

Possessive.

Claiming.

He groans behind you, head falling forward, one hand gripping your hip tight enough to bruise.

“God-, fuck, you’re big,” you gasp, hands scrambling to grip the edge of the vanity.

He pulls out halfway, then slams back in, hard enough to make the vanity rattle.

You gasp, fingers scrambling for the edge, and he laughs behind you, breathless.

“More,” you cry, pushing back into him, shaking. “Don’t stop-, fuck, please don’t stop.”

“You want more?” he hisses, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head up so you’re forced to look at yourself in the mirror. “Look at this mess. Look what I’m doing to you.”

He slams into you harder. Filthy. Relentless. His palm lands on your ass, then rubs over the sting like he owns every inch of your body.

Then he snaps, hips continually slamming into you with a rhythm that steals the breath from your lungs. Over and over again. The sound of skin against skin echoes, obscene and raw, as he pounds into you like he’s lost all restraint. He leans over you suddenly, chest pressing to your back. His breath fans hot across your skin as his lips find your shoulder.

He kisses it once. Then again, slower.

“You gonna come like this?” he demands, voice thick and breathless. “Bent over, ass red, stuffed full of me?”

“Yes-,”

But he doesn’t let you come.

Not yet.

Just when your body tenses, right on the edge, he pulls out halfway and stills.

You let out a sob, raw and desperate, collapsing onto your elbows against the vanity.

“No…” you whimper, voice trembling. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I said so,” he growls behind you, breathing hard. “And if you’re mine now… you come when I let you.”

A sharp slap lands on your ass, the heat blooming instantly, making you cry out and he grins at the way your thighs twitch, how your body tries to grind back into him without thinking.

“Oh, you like that,” he mutters, dragging his palm over the curve of your ass, then gripping both cheeks hard, spreading you open as he groans. “Look at this view. Fucking perfect. So pretty and messy for me.”

His hand grabs your wrist, dragging you upright, spinning you to face him. His mouth crashes into yours in a messy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue and breathless need. You barely have time to cling to him before he’s walking you backward toward the bed.

“You think I was gonna finish you over a vanity?” he growls against your lips. “Not a fucking chance.”

You fall back onto the mattress with a gasp, legs spread slightly, chest heaving, body already trembling from the way he’s used you, and he just stands there for a second, looking down at you like he’s never seen anything more perfect.

Then his eyes narrow.

“Spread your legs wider.”

You do, instantly.

His shirt is half off, a desperate tug of fabric, and as he pulls his pants fully down, he’s not wasting any time to let you get a full look at him. His cock stands heavy, dripping with need, leaking as he strokes himself with a low growl.

You open your mouth, but the words die as he moves closer, kneeling on the edge of the bed. His hand wraps around your ankle and drags you toward him, his grip firm, claiming. He leans over you, one hand planted beside your head, the other dragging slowly along your inner thigh.

“Tell me,” he demands, brushing his nose along your jaw. “Did it turn you on? Knowing he saw you with me? Knowing he saw how badly I wanted to rip that dress off you?”

“Yes,” you whisper, breath hitching.

Then he’s kissing you again, slower this time but just as possessive. His hand wraps behind your neck, holding you in place as he takes what he wants, savoring your reactions, feeding off every moan that escapes you.

“Look at this,” he mutters, gaze locked between your legs. “So swollen. So wet. All for me.”

His hand drags slowly down your stomach, the heat of his palm branding every inch of skin it touches. It’s not hurried, no, it’s maddeningly slow, his fingers grazing along the dip below your navel, making your muscles jump with anticipation.

Then his fingers reach your folds, gliding through your slickness, deliberately lazy. You twitch under his touch, hips tilting up instinctively.

And then-

He slaps your pussy. Open palm. Quick.

The sound cracks through the room, sharp and obscene. The sting hits you a second later, blooming heat across your center, and your whole body jolts, legs trembling.

“Fuck-!” you cry out, back arching off the bed. “Wooyoung-,”

He smirks down at you, all dark satisfaction. “Oh yeah,” he says, eyes heavy with lust. “You liked that.”

Before you can catch your breath, he does it again. A second slap, just as sharp. The impact makes your thighs jerk apart, a cry tearing from your throat.

He moans, actually moans at the sight of you coming undone. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you take it like that.”

Your body is pulsing, burning, begging.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, breath hot as he leans closer, dragging two fingers through your folds again. “Dripping. You get this wet from just my hand?”

He rubs your clit in tight, quick circles, pressure unforgiving but just right, sending sparks up your spine. The contrast of pain and pleasure makes your head spin.

Your hands grip the sheets hard enough to cramp. “Fuck, Wooyoung-, don’t stop-”

He chuckles low and hungry. “Didn’t plan on it.”

With one smooth motion, he shifts, settling between your thighs. His cock, thick, flushed, already leaking, presses against your entrance, the tip catching on your slick folds. He rubs himself through your arousal, slow and teasing, just enough to make your hips chase him.

You try to lift your hips, to take him in, but he pins you back down, eyes wild.

“No. I get to fuck you when I say so,” he growls, mouth crashing down onto yours, kissing you hard, deep, messy, like he’s starving. Like your mouth is the only thing that’s ever tasted good.

When he finally thrusts in, it’s a single, brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt and knocking the air right out of your lungs.

“Fuck,-” you gasp, eyes rolling back.

He doesn’t give you a second to adjust before pulling back and slamming into you again, the force of it leaving you breathless.

He doesn’t stop. He grabs your wrists, pins them above your head, body caging you in like a predator. His mouth finds yours, kissing you like he’s drowning, messy and hot and desperate. Teeth, tongue, breathless moans between every clashing movement.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he growls against your lips. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

So you do.

His pupils are blown, his hair a mess, sweat on his brow, mouth parted. But it’s his eyes, the way he’s looking at you like you’re all he’s ever wanted, and that makes your heart slam against your ribs.

You’re gasping, crying out, and he swallows every sound, his kiss never softening, only growing more frenzied as his hips pound into you.

“You feel that?” he pants into your mouth. “That’s mine. This pussy’s mine.”

He lets go of your wrists just long enough to grab your thigh, throw your leg over his shoulder, driving deeper, angle harsher. His grip is punishing, like he needs to hold you down to keep from losing his mind.

“Shit-,” you sob, clinging to him now. “You’re so deep-, I can’t-,”

“You can,” he growls. “Oh, fuck, baby-, that’s it,” he smirks, sweat dripping down from his neck. “You feel so good-, so fucking tight, so wet, I could stay buried in this pussy forever.”

He drops his head to your neck, biting and sucking bruises into your skin, marking you as his hands move constantly, palming your breast, gripping your hip, dragging across your thigh, he can’t stop touching you.

“That’s it,” he pants. “Let me make you feel so fucking good.”

You clench around him and he nearly loses it, thrusts getting sloppier, harder, messier. He grabs your jaw, forces your eyes to his.

“Please-, Wooyoung, I’m close-”

“Yeah? Let me hear you. Come for me. Come on my cock, baby, let me feel you.”

And it hits you, fast and deep, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashes through you like a wave you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

Wooyoung watches it take you, and it wrecks him.

“God, baby,” he growls, suddenly losing all rhythm, all control. “You feel so-, fuck, I’m not gonna last-,”

You reach up, grabbing his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you just like he did to you. “Don’t stop. Give it to me.”

That does it.

With a strangled moan of your name, he buries himself in you with a final, desperate thrust. His whole body tenses as he gives in, letting himself fall apart.

You can’t help but look at his face as that wave of pleasure overtakes him. His mouth is parted, lips trembling with the sounds he can’t hold back, brows drawn together in a tight knot like he’s fighting to stay grounded. The muscles in his jaw twitch, veins standing out along his neck and arms, his whole body straining as he spills everything into you.

When he finally exhales, it’s a ragged, shaky breath, and his body slowly relaxes, chest rising and falling heavily as he tries to come back down. He doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t say a word. He just lowers his weight over you gently, careful not to crush you, his face pressing into the crook of your neck.

You can still feel the warmth of him inside you, the lingering tension of release pulsing between your bodies.

Then he lifts his head, just barely, and looks down at you, really looks. His gaze roams over your flushed cheeks, kiss-bitten lips, the way you’re still dazed and boneless beneath him.

And then he grins. Slow, smug, wicked.

“God,” he says, voice low and pleased.

You blink up at him, heart stuttering. “What?”

He doesn’t answer right away, just lets his eyes drag over you like he’s memorizing everything. The mess he’s made of you. The way you still haven’t caught your breath.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says simply, but it lands heavy in your chest. “Like… stupid beautiful.”

Heat rushes to your face. You instinctively turn your head, trying to hide the way your lips curl, the way you can’t even look at him right now.

But that just makes him laugh, low and breathless.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, fingers catching your chin, turning your face back to his. “don’t get all shy on me now. Not after the things I just did to you.”

“Wooyoung-“ you try to protest, flustered, but it’s useless.

He shifts suddenly, his hand pinning your wrist to the bed as he leans in, eyes blazing. “Nope,” he growls playfully.

When his mouth crashes into yours, it’s not sweet or teasing, it’s intense. Deep and all-consuming, like he’s starving for you. His tongue claims yours, every movement deliberate, dominant.

When he finally pulls back, barely an inch, his lips are swollen and his voice is wrecked.

“I’m never gonna get enough of you,” he murmurs against your lips. “Never.”

***

You wake up slowly, the soft light of the morning creeping into the room, bathing everything in a warm glow. His arm is still draped over you, his breath steady and calm. You shift gently, trying not to wake him, but you can’t help but linger for a moment, watching his peaceful expression. He looks so content, so relaxed, last night still feels like a dream.

Carefully, you lift his arm from your waist and slip out of bed. As you stand, you glance back at him. His face is soft, his black hair a little messy, and the sight of him, even in his sleep, makes your heart flutter. You try to suppress the smile that tugs at your lips, but you can’t help it.

Quietly, you make your way to the kitchen. The cool air of the morning greets you as you open the cabinet and pull out his cereal box.

You’re perched on the kitchen counter, bare legs dangling, quietly munching on a bowl of Wooyoung’s ridiculous neon-colored cereal. The box sits beside you, obnoxiously bright. You’d teased him for years about how awful it looked, and secretly craved it every time.

You hear the soft shuffle of feet before you see him.

Wooyoung emerges from the hallway, shirtless, his hair a messy halo of waves, eyes still heavy with sleep. He looks like a dream and somehow worse for your heart in the morning light. A familiar ache stirs in your chest. This is your best friend. Your roommate. The same guy who left his laundry in the hallway and screamed at horror games.

The same guy who had his hands all over you last night and made you come like no one else.

“Morning, roomie,” he mutters, voice low and rough, smirking when his eyes catch yours. They linger. “Is that my cereal?”

You nod, trying not to choke on it now that your mouth’s gone dry. “It was calling to me.”

He walks right up to you, stepping between your legs like he’s done it a thousand times. Only now, there’s nothing innocent about the way he crowds your space.

You glance down, gripping the bowl a little tighter. Your voice comes out quieter than you meant. “You, uh… want some?”

He doesn’t answer.

Just takes the spoon from your hand, still warm from your touch, and scoops up a bite like it’s nothing. His other hand settles on your thigh, casual but firm. You forget how to breathe.

He hums like it’s gourmet. “God, I love this shit.”

You try to roll your eyes, but it’s weak. He’s too close. Too warm. Too real.

And then, without warning, he leans in close, mouth brushing your ear.

“Good morning, beautiful,”

Before you can say anything else, before your heart can fully flip in your chest, he kisses you.

It’s soft at first, like he’s testing the waters, but then it deepens, and the world around you fades. There’s no rush, no frantic need, just the slow, steady push and pull of lips, the quiet hum of connection between you two, something that’s always been there but is only now being acknowledged.

His lips linger just long enough to make your stomach twist in the best way before he pulls back, barely.

You stare at him, still a little dazed. He smirks.

“What?” he says, all fake innocence. “You gonna yell at me for stealing your cereal or for kissing you?”

You eye him, lips twitching. “Still weighing my options.”

He shrugs, hands still warm where they’re resting on your thighs. “Take your time. I’ve got all morning.”

“You’re literally the most impatient person I know,” you mutter.

“Mm,” he hums, brushing his thumb just under the hem of your shorts, right where it makes your breath catch. “Not when it comes to you. I like watching you squirm too much.”

You exhale a laugh, trying not to give him the satisfaction. He just grins wider, enjoying seeing you like this.

It’s completely unfair, the way he looks so relaxed. Like this, you and him and whatever happened last night, isn’t a big deal. Like waking up tangled together, touching each other like that, was just the natural next step.

And maybe… maybe it was.

“You know,” he adds after a beat, glancing at your bowl again, “I thought about that last night.”

“What, the cereal?” you ask, trying to level your voice.

He nods, all faux-innocent. “Had this whole internal debate. Go finish the box or save you some.”

You squint at him. “You didn’t even eat any.”

“Exactly.” He grins. “Fell asleep. Dreamt about it. Woke up, and there you were. Stealing the first bowl like some greedy little gremlin.”

You scoff. “Wow. Rude.”

“And hungry,” he adds, stealing your spoon without looking. He takes another bite, still watching you, chewing like he’s thinking about sin. “Might be craving something a little messier, though.”

You scoff, but your thighs tense around his hips, pulling him in closer. He feels it. Of course he does.

You think that’s the end of it, but then he tilts his head a little, voice dropping. “Also, you were real cute sneaking around out here like I couldn’t hear you. Hair all messy. Wearing nothing but your-”

“Stop,” you cut in, already feeling the heat crawl up your neck.

He just laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. “I’m just saying. Round two almost happened right then and there.”

You shoot him a look. “I was literally getting cereal.”

He leans in, lips brushing your cheek again before he murmurs, “Yeah, and you still looked hot.”

You go quiet, too aware of his mouth near yours and the fact that he’s still standing between your knees like he belongs there.

You open your mouth, no idea what you’re even going to say, but he’s already leaning in.

And then he kisses you again, easy, unhurried, like it’s just what he does now. Like kissing you is second nature.

And god, maybe it is.

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Laced in Midnight

MDNI

pairing: incubus!mingi x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, oral, mingi is also kind of sweet but possessive, reader gets drugged (sort of), ass slapping, choking, size kink, reader gets blindfolded, also readers first time word count: 1.9K

a/n: this is taking place in the victorian era because I thought it would be fitting, plus I like those corset style dresses, but not too accurate because I put mingi in leather trousers, sorry that it's not too much of a rough incubus one <3

Mist came down upon the village, usually around this time of the year that never happens. It’s too warm this year around, but the mist is signalling that the temperature is going to drop quickly. You have found yourself in the forest, the mist is clinging to your skirt, it’s cold and wet. You have been in these woods quite a couple times, but never when the mist approached. That is mostly because the moors are quite confusing when you can’t see the paths you took before. The basket in your hand is weighing heavy with the fruits and vegetables you were plucking, you can feel the cloak around you get damp. 

A soft piano melody fills your ears, you turn around to search for the sound. Maybe the moors is playing tricks on you. You start walking towards the sound, your feet have their own will and follow the sound. The melody is getting louder with every step you take and with every step your feet sink slightly into the damp soil, the woods are thinning out and after a couple minutes you step out into a clearing. A manor sits right in the middle, the woods surround the manor. You can see candlelight inside the big windows of the manor. Your eyes trail up towards the top window, you can see the piano and a figure sitting at it. 

You approach the big front door and as you want to put your hand up to knock on the door it opens, your hands grab your skirt and you carefully walk inside. Your heels make a soft click noise as you enter the big open hall. The tile flooring look clean and the candlelight from the chandelier above you reflects in the floor. You lift your skirt a little to take off your shoes. You leave your boots at the door and look around, the piano melody has changed, it changed to a more somber melody. first it was enchanting, happy now it’s more sad. 

The railing of the stairs feel cold under your touch, you slowly walk up the stairs, your eyes immediately finds the door where the music is coming from. Hesitation fills your body for just a second but you push the door open anyways. Candles are all around the room, on the floor, in the windowsill, the piano has candles on them as well. The melody is now at it’s loudest but you can’t see the figure that you saw from outside. The room is empty, you walk towards the piano, your fingers slide gently over the keys without making a sound. Your eye falls on the two wine glasses, they both have a red liquid in it. Without thinking you grab one of the glasses and take a sip, the burn of the alcohol inside fills your throat. Drowsiness fills your body and your eyes start feeling heavy. “Good girl” you hear a deep voice say before everything turns black. 

You open your eyes, your head feels hazy. The room is still a bit blurry but after blinking a couple times everything goes back to normal. You immediately notice the tall figure at the end of the bed you're on, the candlelight reflects on his black leather trousers, his cream coloured sleeves of his blouse are rolled up and you can see the veins in his arms. Without thinking you lick your lips and you look up at him, the tall figure. Your eyes scan his face, time has seemed to slow down. His jawline is sharp, but in just the right places and soft where you wouldn’t expect it. His features dance the line between danger and desire. His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded. You might have imagined it but they seem to hint at a slight dark red colour. It’s as if his eyes look right through you, as if they already know all your secrets before you even know them yourself. 

The air in the room changes, it thickens and grows warmer. Cold sweat appears on your back, making the silk of your dress stick to your back. You didn’t notice that the man is now sitting beside you, the bed dents at where the man is sitting. He scans your entire body, his hand is gently tracing along with his gaze “Pretty little thing aren’t you?” he looks at you, his eyes start glowing red and it knocks the breath out of you. You can feel a heat going through your entire body and where the man has his hand placed you can feel a slight burn. “I want you to know what name you’ll be screaming tonight” he extends his hand, you shakily grab his hand, an entirely different feeling filling your body, are you really this excited about this stranger touching you? “It’s Mingi, miss?” he brings your hand to his lips and starts pressing gentle kisses on the back of your hand. “Y/n” you whisper, he places kisses all over your arm towards your neck and you lay back to give him access. 

“You are aware that after this you will be ruined and there will be no chance of getting married right?” Mingi looks at you, he has his lips curved into a smrik. Your breath catches in your throat and you nod “You will be mine, and mine only” you nod again “My own, personal little play thing” Mingi leans closer to you, one of his hand is resting on your back and the other hand slides up from your knee towards your ass, he squeezes it hard and presses his lips on your. The kiss is fierce and passionate.  

Mingi is laying on top of you, his hand still under your skirt on your ass, he is kneading the spot and is placing kisses in your neck. Soft moans roll over your lips, Mingi is leaving wet kisses and reaches your breasts. “Time to remove this” he reaches for your corset and undoes the little knot so he can loosen it, you sit up a little so he can lift it over your head. You’re left in just your silk underdress and he looks at you, you can feel your cheeks redden and you can’t help but feel wet at just his stares. You rub your legs together but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Mingi grabs your legs and pulls you towards him, his hands reach under your skirt and his fingers hook around the material of your underwear. He slides them off and he pushes your skirt up, revealing you to him. 

Mingi traces his fingers around your heat, you want to close your legs and get him where you want it. Mingi holds your legs open with one leg and without warning he pushes one finger inside you. A gasp leaves your lips and you throw your head back, his one finger is filling you up already. “You’re so tight y/n” Mingi groans softly and starts moving his finger “I need to prep you before you can even take all of me”  he leans over you still thrusting his finger inside you and he bites down on your shoulder. You moan as Mingi adds another finger, it slightly hurts, he’s stretching you open and you want to crawl away and go back to the other feeling. Mingi pulls you back and scissors his fingers open a little “It’ll feel good in a minute baby” you whine softly and tears start to prick in your eyes. Mingi notices and he kisses your cheeks and shushes you. You feel a weird sensation in the pit of your stomach, Mingi feels you clench around his fingers and looks at you “Yes cum for me baby” he starts moving his fingers a little faster and he presses another finger on your clit. All the sensations together makes your mind clouded, you can feel your stomach explode and you cum over his fingers. “Good girl” Mingi brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on them, making a soft satisfied noise. 

He helps you out of your dress and takes off his own blouse. He starts unbuckling his belt and you can feel yourself grow nervous. Mingi helps you sit up “It’s going to be okay, it is going to hurt just a little bit at first but after that it’s going to feel good” he puts your hair on one shoulder and kisses the other, he grabs your hand and gently guides you towards his crotch. You can feel the outline of his dick through his underwear. You gasp at the size and with wide eyes you look at him “It won’t fit” you whisper, he just smiles and kicks off his trousers and underwear “Yes it will, don’t worry baby.”

You are laying on your back, Mingi is hovering over you and he has his dick in his hand. He lines himself up at your entrance and gently pushes in. You gasp at the intrusion, tears are welling up in your eyes and slowly rolling down your cheeks. 

Mingi doesn’t wait for you to adjust to the intrusion and pushes in, you moan softly at the feeling. Mingi holds onto your hips and starts thrusting, you moan loudly. Mingi groans in your ear and he grabs onto your neck with one hand, you feel your airway close a little. Mingi starts thrusting harder and he looks at you “You look so tiny under me, so good with me buried inside you” he groans and you moan. Your mind is starting to get hazy and as you feel your eyes getting heavy, Mingi removes his hand from your throat and you take a deep breath, your lungs fill with air and your cloudy mind starts to clear out. 

“I want you to try something” Mingi gets up and he pulls you up, you look up at him and he walks to one drawer and he comes back with a white lace blindfold. He wraps it around your eyes and you try to look at him, because it’s lace you can’t see everything but you can see his silhouette vaguely. Mingi sits down and he lift you up gently and puts you on his lap. He helps you put your arms around him and you can feel him line himself up at your entrance again. You roll your head back and Mingi pushes you down on his dick. He holds you down at your hips and starts thrusting up. You hold him tightly and he digs his nails in your hips, he starts rubbing your ass with one hand and he slaps it. You jolt forward and lace your fingers in his hair to steady yourself. Mingi slaps it again and this time he slaps it harder. You feel another knot in your stomach and you moan a little louder. Mingi picks up his pace and he grabs your neck again “Cum for me baby” he whispers in your ear and that’s all you need.  You fall backwards on the bed, exhaustion fills your entire body. You push the blindfold a bit up and as you open your eyes you see that Mingi has disappeared. You look around the room, it’s empty and you see the wine on the nightstand next to you, you want to see him again and soon too. You take the glass and take a sip, feeling drowsy as the wine hits you close your eyes again. When you open your eyes Mingi is there again “Couldn’t get enough of me baby?”

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Sweet Dreams

MDNI

pairing: incubus!san x fem!reader warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, san is a literal demon, ass slapping, degrading, it's all happening in readers dream, talking about breeding word count: 2.3K

a/n: I don't know where my mind went with this but my entire for you page is filled with videos of san and I just neeeeeded to make a post for him, he may not be my bias but he is definitely wrecking that at this moment.

“See it doesn’t do anything” you exclaim as you take your fingers off from the planchette. Your friend raises an eyebrow “It won’t if you keep removing your hands!” you place your hands back on the planchette with your friend and she closes her eyes, you on the other hand are looking at your hands.

“If anyone is there please give us a sign” your friend says, the planchette starts moving slowly, it doesn’t feel pushed as one would feel if one of the party started pushing the planchette. Your friend opens her eyes and looks at the board “It says hi, really?” You roll your eyes and your friend smiles “Friendly ghost yay!” As soon as those words leave her mouth the planchette moves to the words „no”

You shoot your friend a look, she shrugs and looks back at the board. “No, as in not friendly?” goosebumps appear on your skin and you can feel a cold breeze against the back of your neck. The planchette starts moving towards the individual letters, both your eyes follow the planchette. Something in you tells that your friend is moving it and orchestrating everything that is happening at this very moment, but there is another voice in your head that says this is all very real and happening. 

“Sometimes?” your friend looks at you with a smug face, she wiggles her eyebrows and starts giggling “We have a fun ghost on our hands” you shake your head, the planchette moves back to the word „no” and you look at your friend, there is a silence, the sound of the candlelight flickering is the only sound that fills the room. The silence speaks louder than words but your friend decides to ruin it. “Are you something different than a ghost?” this time the planchette moves to „yes” taking your breath away. “Don’t you dare ask it another question” you warn your friend, a strange feeling appears in the pit of your stomach. “But where is the fun in that?” she grins and looks back at the board “What are you then?” the planchette starts moving again „d” your eyes follow it closely „e” “I don’t like where this is going y/f/n” it moves to another „m” and you don’t let it finish, it’s as if a pair of hands grab you from behind but you stand up quickly, letting go of the planchette. “No! I quit, don’t mess with me!” you look at your friend “I know you are the one that’s moving it!” your friend bids a quick thanks and goodbye. She stands up “I wasn’t moving it! You let go before you said goodbye that brings bad luck y/n” she shakes her head and grabs her wine and takes a sip. “Bad luck? How can this fake experience bring bad luck, you moved it!” and suddenly a cold breeze fills the rooms and it blows out all the candles, one by one. 

“Must’ve been the wind” you say through your teeth, but the air feels different, as if something has joined you and your friend. “The wind? Seriously? In a closed space with all the windows and doors closed?” you can hear the sarcasm in your friends tone. You roll your eyes and move over to the light switch, the light turns on right away and you look at her “See this works just fine” you take a seat on the couch and take a sip of your wine. “We should burn the board, I don’t want it here.”

And that’s what the two of you did, burn the ouija board. You’re looking at the flames in front of you, it’s nice outside, it’s still warm even though it’s after midnight. “People will think you’re weird burning something at this hour” your friend giggles and looks at you. You nod and look back at her “And it’s all your fault” you smile and you wrap your arm around your friend. “Let’s head inside, time for some rest” you both walk back inside, leaving the fire to burn. 

Once in bed you look at your alarm clock, it will be ringing in just a couple hours for work. You sigh and close your eyes, it doesn’t take that long for you to fall asleep but that might be because of the wine. 

A shiver rolls down your spine, small beads of sweat appear on your forehead. You’re biting your lip, the intense knot in your stomach feels familiar but different at the same time. Your hands are gripping your bed sheets, your head is rolled back, soft moans and whimpers are leaving your lips. “Like that” you moan softly, you look back and you can see a pair of arms wrapped around your legs, whoever is in between your legs has red hair and when the person looks up you see a pair of red eyes. 

That’s the moment you shoot up in bed, sweat on your forehead, a sigh leaves your lips “It was just a dream” you whisper to yourself, you look at the alarm clock and sigh, an hour has passed. You turn around to your side and a weird wet feeling is in between your legs, you throw off your blankets and look at your legs. You’re laying in a wet spot on your bed, your eyes grow in confusion. you move off the bed, your legs wobbly and you have to hold yourself up. “What the fuck” you mumble under your breath. 

The smell of clean bed sheets fill your nose, you lay back down in your bed and sigh. Your eyes go back towards your legs, you can see the faint mark of fingernails on your legs. They’re the same way as how the man in your dream was holding your legs. You shake your head “I’m just shaken up, I’ve had too much wine, this is not real” you whisper as you close your eyes. 

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already so wet for me princess” a deep raspy voice fills your ears, you sit up in your bed and look around. A pair of red glowing eyes appear in the corner of your room, even better the man is sitting on the chair in the corner. “Who are you?” 

The man stands up — it catches you off guard. He’s in a suit, effortlessly put together, but your eyes go straight to the blouse stretched across his arms. It clings in all the right places, tight enough to hint at the strength beneath. Veins trace along his forearm, and something about the way they move—like he doesn’t even try—pulls your gaze and holds it there.

His arm flexes slightly as he adjusts his cuff. You swallow, heat blooming low in your stomach. He’s built. And he knows exactly what that does to people. He smiles at you, “I’m the one you summoned.”

Your mouth falls open, he must be joking, there is no way that this is the entity you’ve communicated with through the ouija board. “There’s no chance that makes you a ghost” he shakes his head with a sigh “Not a ghost, if you girls even bothered to stay and let me finish my sentence you would’ve figured out I was a demon” he stalks closer to you “And even better, I’m an incubus” he has a smug grin on his face, you can’t help yourself and let out a chuckle “A sex demon?” You look at him “Why would we have summoned a sex demon” he leans into you, hands on either side of you and by the force of him getting closer to you, you start leaning back “Maybe because someone is so horny that they need a demon like me to satisfy her needs” he licks his lips and your eyes follow his tongue.

“And princess, it’s an incubus” before you know it, his lips are on yours. It feels as if you’re on fire the kiss is that intense, you wrap your arms around his neck but he immediately pulls away “That won’t do” he smiles and takes off his tie. He wraps his tie around your wrists and pushes your arms up “This is perfect” he smiles and kisses you again, his one hand is holding onto the tie, making sure you won’t move your hands and the other is resting in between your thighs and slowly going up towards where you need him most.

Soft moans fill the bedroom, the demon has his fingers inside you, he is pumping them slowly. Your eyes are closed from pleasure, the man is pressing kisses in your neck, covering it with hickeys. “Close” you moan softly, the man bites down on your neck a little and you feel his teeth scrape the skin “Cum for me princess, say my name when you do” he traces his tongue over your neck. “It’s San by the way” he bites down again and you cum with a loud moan, his name rolling over your lips. You’re trying to catch your breath but San isn’t having it, he wants more and he wants to see you absolutely wrecked. He starts undoing his blouse, your eyes follow his slender fingers that are loosening the buttons. His chest gets exposed and you bite your lip as you look at his muscles, you can see the muscles tense when he leans closer and his eyes meet yours “Like the view princess?” your cheeks turn red and you nod, he saw you staring anyways, no need to lie. 

“Plus I’m a demon inside your dream, I can read you like a book” he grins and he gets up a little, one knee leaning on the bed and he pulls you closer towards him. Before you can make any sound he has you flipped over on your stomach and pulls down your pajama shorts all the way. You hear the zipper of his pants and you curse slightly that you are not allowed to see any of this happening. San pushes your legs up so your face is down but your ass is up and before you know his hand is in contact with your ass. A sting rings through your body and a gasp leaves your lips. 

San has his length in his hands and he gives it a few strokes before he aligns himself with your entrance, he rubs your ass a little and gives it another smack. “Oh yeah, just a reminder” San leans in and he slams his length all the way in at once “I won’t be gentle” you gasp at the intrusion, a moan rolls over your lips and San starts thrusting at a rapid pace. The skin slapping sound fills the room together with your moans, sweat appears on your forehead making your hair stick to the sides of your face. The bed moves with every thrust San makes and you can feel another knot in your stomach, San groans at the feeling of you clenching around his dick. “You’re so tight, it’s like you were just waiting for me” he slaps your ass again. He leans forward and grabs a handful of your hair, he pulls you closer towards him and the soft sting of your hair being pulled is sending shivers down your spine. “You’re such a slut for me” you moan and your eyes roll back “Just for you.”

San grins widely “Just for me princess?” you nod and he pulls your hair a bit harder “Use your words” you gulp and try to focus on anything else than the pleasure that’s building up inside you. “Just for you” he let’s go of your hair and starts thrusting even faster. Your face is being pushed in the pillow and your moans are stifled. “If you continue being this good of a slut to me I might just claim you and have you carry my off-spring” he groans and you moan louder “You’d like that don’t you?” he slaps your ass again “Yes San.” The knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter with the minute, San notices this and he grins. His hand slaps your ass once more but he lingers, this time letting his finger trace up your heat towards your clit. Once he has his finger there he presses down and starts rubbing it. “Cum for me princess” you moan louder and hold onto the tie around your hands. The thrusts combined with San stimulating your clit gets all too much for you and you feel the knot release, this time a lot harder than the first time. San looks at you as you squirt over his fingers, he flips you around and puts his fingers in front of your mouth, you open them and you immediately start sucking on his fingers. San starts rocking his hips again, he looks at you, your eyes are rolled all the way back, a small drop of spit is in the corner of your mouth from sucking on his fingers. You feel sensitive from cumming twice but it isn’t stopping San from going another round. He isn’t even breaking a sweat yet, you feel exhaustion trying to take over your body. San groans loudly in your ear and you can feel his warm ropes of cum fill you up, you moan softly and your eyes fall closed. “Can’t wait for another round princess” San whispers as he bites your ear softly. 

The alarm from your clock fills the room and you shoot up, as you look at your alarm you panic. You should have been at work two hours ago. You get up from bed but your knees give in and you fall onto the floor, suddenly everything that happened in your dream comes back to you and you can feel the soreness in your body, so maybe it wasn’t all a dream?

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