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fatal trouble

pairing: vampire!sunghoon x reader

synopsis: your roommate is hot. really really hot. and odd too. really really odd. after a strange experience with him, you slowly start distancing yourself from him. but, it becomes exceptionally hard with your feelings coming in the way. how are you supposed to protect yourself if you can’t resist him? the answer is you don’t need to. your fates are intertwined and there's no letting go.

genre: roommates to lovers, vampire au, soulmate au

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of nightmares and blood, jealous!sunghoon,

note: dropping this before i go on hiatus for a month due to school work. i haven't proofread it that well i hope there are no mistakes. also im obsessed with vampire aus, enhablr needs more of them fr!! i hope you enjoy reading this!

word count: 6k

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face, casting long shadows across sunghoon's pristine white sheets. you were sprawled out on his bed, legs crossed beneath you, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of textbooks and papers. the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room, broken only by the intermittent clicks of your keyboard.

sunghoon sat at his desk, a silhouette against the darkened room, save for the focused beam of his desk lamp. his fingers danced across the keyboard with an almost rhythmic precision, the soft glow of the screen reflecting in his dark eyes. you’d grown accustomed to the sight of him engrossed in his work, a solitary figure lost in the world of ones and zeros.

you’d known each other for a few months now, the kind of acquaintance born out of shared living space and the occasional group project. as roommates sharing the same major, your apartment had become a de facto study hub. computer science had thrown you together more often than not, and tonight was no exception.

“hey, did you get the part about the algorithm?” your voice, a whisper in the quiet, cut through the comfortable silence.

sunghoon glanced up, his eyes a deep, almost unnatural shade of red in the dim light. for a moment, you were struck by how different he looked compared to the daylight. “yeah, i think so. isn’t it something about minimising the time complexity?”

you nodded, your eyes scanning the code on your screen. “exactly. i’m just having trouble with the implementation.”

a comfortable silence settled over the room as you both focused on your respective screens. the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of keys and the occasional sigh of frustration. you glanced up at sunghoon, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of his monitor. his long, slender fingers moved with an almost hypnotic grace across the keyboard.

there was something undeniably attractive about his focused intensity. his features, normally sharp and aloof, softened slightly when he was engrossed in his work. it was a side of him you rarely saw, and it was oddly captivating.

you shook your head, mentally scolding yourself for such thoughts. he was your roommate, nothing more. and besides, there was no way he could be interested in someone like you.

“hey,” sunghoon’s voice cut through your reverie, “i think i figured it out.”

you blinked, startled. “oh, really? want to explain it?”

he nodded, sliding his chair back and standing up. he walked over to your side of the bed, his tall frame looming over you. as he leaned in to point at your screen, his scent washed over you – a subtle blend of wood and something else, almost sweet, that you couldn’t quite place.

you felt a strange warmth creeping up your neck as he hovered over you. his proximity was unnerving, yet strangely intoxicating. you swallowed hard, trying to focus on the code in front of you.

sunghoon's breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble, "try this." his finger hovered over your keyboard, about to demonstrate.

you felt a shiver run down your spine, not from the cool night air but from the inexplicable sensation of being so close to him. his scent, a mix of something woodsy and faintly sweet, was intoxicating. you tried to focus on the code, to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

he typed a few lines, his fingers brushing against yours. the contact sent a jolt of electricity through you. you forced yourself to concentrate on the screen, trying to understand the changes he made.

"see?" he said, straightening up. "it's simpler this way."

you nodded, still reeling from the physical contact. "thanks," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper.

sunghoon stepped back, a small smile playing on his lips. "no problem," he said, turning back to his own computer.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. it was just sunghoon, your roommate. nothing more. but the way he had acted, the way he had touched you, it was making it hard to think of him that way.

the room was quiet again, the only sounds the soft clacking of keyboards and the occasional rustle of paper. you were deep in thought, trying to wrap your head around a particularly complex problem when a question popped into your head. on impulse, you asked, “so, sunghoon, what do you do in your free time, when you’re not, you know, studying?”

sunghoon paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. a flicker of something, perhaps surprise or amusement, passed across his face before he responded smoothly, “free time is a luxury for a computer science student, don’t you think? but when i do find a spare moment, i usually spend it reading or exploring new coding languages.”

his answer was polite, but it felt rehearsed, as if he'd prepared a response for just such a question. a sense of curiosity sparked within you. you’d always thought sunghoon was a bit of an enigma, but this was a new level of intrigue.

curiosity, a persistent itch, prodded you to ask something more than just about schoolwork.

“hey, i was curious about this” you started, your voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner, “where are you from?” it was a simple question, one you would normally ask any new acquaintance, but there was something about sunghoon that made you curious about his past.

he paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. for a moment, there was a stillness in the room that was almost palpable. then, with a casual shrug, he replied, "oh, just a small town. nothing interesting." the response was swift, deflecting your question with ease.

confused, you returned to your code, but your mind was racing. there was something off about sunghoon, something that had intrigued you from the moment you met him. you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there were strange little details that had started to accumulate.

there were those odd instances – like the time you'd woken up in the middle of the night to find the kitchen light on and sunghoon standing at the counter, completely motionless, his eyes glowing an eerie red. or the way he seemed to have an uncanny ability to appear and disappear without a sound. and then there was the peculiar lack of a reflection in any mirror in his room.

these memories surfaced, sharp and clear, as if your brain was piecing together a puzzle it didn't know existed. you shook your head, dismissing the thoughts as overactive imagination. after all, sunghoon was just your roommate, a fellow computer science student. nothing more, nothing less.

a yawn escaped your lips as you stretched, the late hour finally catching up with you. “i think i’m going to call it a night,” you announced, rubbing your eyes. the weight of the unanswered questions about sunghoon was beginning to feel heavy.

sunghoon nodded, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. “alright, good night then. i’ll probably stay up a bit longer.”

you nodded in response, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. as you stood up, you glanced down at the floor. something was off. the soft glow from sunghoon’s computer cast long shadows on the floor, including a distinct one from his chair. but there was no shadow of sunghoon himself. the spot where his shadow should have been was empty, an inky void against the illuminated floor.

a chill ran down your spine. your heart pounded in your ears. your mind raced, trying to come up with a logical explanation, but nothing made sense. you snatched up your bag, your movements jerky and panicked. without a second thought, you fled back to your room, the door slamming shut behind you. you fumbled with the lock, your hands trembling. only when you heard the satisfying click of the lock did you allow yourself to breathe.

your heart pounded in your ears as you leaned against the cool metal of your door. the realisation of what you had seen was slowly sinking in. no human lacked a shadow. it was impossible. a chill ran down your spine.

you tried to rationalise it away. maybe there was a draft, or a trick of the light. but deep down, you knew better. something was profoundly wrong, and it was connected to sunghoon. the friendly, quiet roommate you thought you knew was now shrouded in an unsettling mystery.

you glanced at the clock. it was late, and exhaustion was starting to creep in. you needed to sleep, to clear your head. but how could you sleep with this looming over you? you decided to distract yourself by pulling out a book from your shelf, hoping the words would drown out the unsettling thoughts.

as you turned the pages, your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. his unusual behaviour, the absence of his shadow, it all fit together into a terrifying puzzle. you tried to shake off the feeling, but it was like a persistent itch you couldn't scratch.

sleep finally claimed you, but it was restless. your dreams were filled with shadows, long and menacing, closing in on you. you woke up with a start, your heart racing. the first light of dawn was filtering through your curtains. you got out of bed and went to the window. the world outside looked ordinary, peaceful. but you knew the truth was far from it.

something was wrong with sunghoon, and you were determined to find out what.

the days following your unsettling discovery were a blur of forced normalcy. you tried to interact with sunghoon as if nothing was amiss, but the weight of your knowledge cast a long shadow over your interactions. you found yourself avoiding his gaze, your voice trembling when you spoke to him.

sunghoon seemed oblivious to your discomfort at first. he’d always been a quiet person, so his reserved nature didn’t raise any immediate suspicion. however, as the days turned into weeks, his patience began to wear thin.

"hey, are you free to study together tomorrow?" he asked one evening as you were both making dinner. his tone was casual, but you could detect a hint of underlying disappointment.

your heart skipped a beat. you’d been avoiding his study invitations, coming up with increasingly elaborate excuses. the truth hung heavy in the air, a tangible thing between you. you hesitated, your mind racing.

"i... i’m really busy tomorrow," you stammered, your voice barely audible. "maybe next week?"

disappointment flashed across sunghoon’s face before he masked it with a forced smile. "sure, no problem," he replied, his voice flat.

as he turned away, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. you'd hurt him, and you knew it.

the night was a descent into terror. you dreamt of shadows, long and menacing, closing in on you. sunghoon was there, but not as you knew him. his eyes burned with an unnatural light, and his form was distorted, monstrous. you were running, but your legs were leaden, and the shadows were gaining on you. a scream built in your throat, but no sound escaped.

you woke with a start, drenched in sweat. your heart pounded like a drumbeat in your chest. panic washed over you as you gasped for air. you were disoriented, unsure of where you were. a noise from the living room startled you, and you jumped out of bed.

the light was on, and there, standing in the doorway, was sunghoon, his face etched with concern. before you could react, you found yourself lunging at him, your hands grasping at his neck. he didn't fight back, instead, he held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

your sobs racked your body as you clung to him, finding solace in his warmth. he shushed you softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. gradually, your breathing began to slow, and your body relaxed.

when you finally calmed down, sunghoon gently guided you back to bed. he sat on the edge, running a comforting hand through your hair. you clung to him, your fear slowly dissipating.

in the quiet that followed, you felt a strange urge to confide in him. your voice was barely a whisper when you began, "i dreamt of you... as something... different."

sunghoon stiffened, but his grip on you didn't loosen. something flashed behind his eyes, but he listened intently as you recounted the terrifying details of your nightmare. when you finished, he was silent for a long moment. finally, he whispered, "go back to sleep," and you felt him lean down to kiss your forehead.

with that, he quietly left the room, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

the days that followed were a careful ballet of avoidance. you moved through your days with a practised detachment, constructing an invisible wall between yourself and sunghoon. the weight of your decision pressed down on you like a physical burden. despite the burgeoning crush that had blossomed in the quiet corners of your heart, you'd created a formidable wall between yourself and sunghoon. his enigmatic nature, coupled with the unsettling discoveries you'd made, had convinced you to keep him at arm's length. it was a lonely existence, a self-imposed exile that offered a semblance of safety.

your days were a monotonous cycle of lectures, assignments, and solitary meals. you'd found solace in the company of your classmate, lee heeseung, his cheerful demeanour a stark contrast to the storm raging within you. yet, even as you laughed and shared stories with him, a part of you longed for the quiet intensity of sunghoon's presence.

in the vast, impersonal lecture hall, you’d sought refuge in the anonymity of the crowd. but even here, you couldn't escape the weight of your decision. a persistent sense of being watched gnawed at you, a constant reminder of the eyes that followed your every move. and you knew very well who it was. it was during one such lecture that the tension reached a breaking point.

you were engrossed in your notes when a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught your attention. a cold prickle ran down your spine as you slowly turned your head. there, in the row behind you, sat sunghoon, his gaze fixed intently on you. his expression was a complex interplay of emotions - longing, pain, and a flicker of something darker.

your heart pounded in your chest as a wave of guilt washed over you. you'd hurt him, pushed him away without a second thought. in that moment, as his eyes held yours, you realised the depth of your own cowardice.

not to mention, with each passing night your nightmares had intensified. each night a descent into a darker, more terrifying realm. sleep, once a refuge, had transformed into a battlefield, leaving you exhausted and on edge. the physical toll was evident - dark circles shadowed your eyes, and your skin had started to take on a sickly pallor.

despite your deteriorating condition, you continued to maintain your distance from sunghoon. guilt gnawed at you, but fear held you captive. yet, in the aftermath of each nightmare, you found yourself seeking solace in his presence. he’d sit by your bed his silent vigil a comforting anchor in the storm of your nightmares. his touch, gentle and reassuring, had become a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink of despair.

one particularly harrowing night, you woke up screaming, your body drenched in sweat. sunghoon was by your side almost instantly, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. as your fear subsided, you began to recount the nightmare, your voice trembling.

"i... i dreamt of a place," you managed to say, your words halting. "a dark place, with... with strange symbols."

sunghoon's grip tightened around you. "and you were alone," he finished for you, his voice low and soothing.

your eyes widened in shock. how could he know what you had dreamt about? you hadn’t even managed to complete your story. yet, sunghoon had described it perfectly, as if he had been there with you.

a chill ran down your spine. you pulled away from him, your eyes filled with fear and confusion. sunghoon simply looked at you, his expression unreadable, before turning and leaving the room.

what did this mean? how could sunghoon know about your nightmares? the answers were as elusive as ever, but one thing was certain: the line between the ordinary and the extraordinary was blurring, and you were caught in the crossfire.

the nightmares ceased as abruptly as they had begun. you woke each morning feeling refreshed, the spectre of terror finally lifted from your shoulders. a sense of relief washed over you, but it was tinged with a strange melancholy. the nightly visits from sunghoon, a comforting ritual amidst the chaos, were now absent.

initially, you welcomed the return to normalcy. the constant fear and exhaustion had taken a toll on you, and the ability to sleep soundly was a precious gift. but as days turned into weeks, a nagging sense of unease crept in. sunghoon's absence, once a welcome respite, now felt like a void.

you started noticing subtle changes in him. his eyes, once bright and alert, were now shadowed by dark circles. his once sharp features seemed softened by fatigue. it was as if a weight was pressing down on him, a burden he carried alone.

a pang of guilt struck you. perhaps your avoidance had contributed to his deteriorating condition. you wanted to reach out, to offer support, but fear held you back. what if your presence only made things worse? what if you discovered something terrifying?

you longed to reach out to him, to offer solace and support, but the words remained trapped in your throat. the fear of rejection, of further pushing him away, paralyzed you. it was a cruel irony that the person you yearned to comfort was the one causing you the most pain.

the afternoon sun beat down on the bustling campus as you made your way towards the nearest convenience store. the promise of a refreshing popsicle was the only thing that could lure you away from the confines of your dorm room. with a popsicle clutched in your hand, you emerged from the store, ready to face the world, one frozen treat at a time.

just as you were about to savour the first bite, heeseung materialised beside you, his infectious grin lighting up his face. "arcade?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. you nodded, the prospect of a distraction proving too tempting to resist.

you split the popsicle down the middle, the sweet, icy treat a welcome respite from the oppressive heat. as you handed one half to heeseung, a strange sensation washed over you. it was as if a cold draft had swept across your skin, a shiver that had nothing to do with the melting popsicle in your hand.

instinctively, you turned around, your heart pounding in your chest. there, on the other side of the road, stood sunghoon, his figure cast in the harsh sunlight. his eyes, usually guarded, were fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on hostility. a scowl marred his usually indifferent features, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

you offered a timid smile, a feeble attempt to bridge the chasm between you. but his gaze remained unwavering, cold and unforgiving. with a final, contemptuous glance, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

a wave of guilt and confusion washed over you. you'd hurt him, you knew that. but the intensity of his reaction was unexpected, almost frightening. as you turned back to heeseung, you forced a smile, determined to push the unsettling encounter to the back of your mind.

the encounter with sunghoon left a bitter taste in your mouth. his hostile glare had shattered the fragile peace you'd been cultivating. as you and heeseung made your way to the arcade, your mind raced, trying to decipher the meaning behind sunghoon's outburst. had your avoidance pushed him to the brink? or was there something more sinister at play?

the arcade, with its flashing lights and the cacophony of sound, offered a temporary escape from the turmoil within. you lost yourself in the rhythm of the games, the competitive spirit temporarily drowning out the unsettling incident. yet, even as you laughed and cheered with heeseung, your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon, his angry gaze burning into your memory.

as the afternoon wore on, a sense of unease settled over you. the carefree atmosphere of the arcade couldn't mask the growing storm within. the incident with sunghoon had opened a wound, a raw and painful reminder of the complex dynamics between you.

you glanced at heeseung, his laughter infectious, and felt a pang of guilt. he was doing everything to lift your spirits, to distract you from your troubles. but your mind was elsewhere, trapped in a labyrinth of doubt and fear.

the walk back to your dorm was a solitary affair. the campus, usually bustling with activity, seemed deserted. with each step, the weight of your worries grew heavier. the encounter with sunghoon had forced you to confront the reality of the situation. you couldn't continue to bury your head in the sand, hoping that the problem would resolve itself.

the weight of the day pressed down on you as you unlocked the apartment door. exhaustion tugged at your limbs, but the lingering unease from your encounter with sunghoon kept your mind racing.

as you stepped into the living room, a jolt of surprise ran through you. sunghoon was standing in the kitchen, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the refrigerator.

there was an unnatural stillness to him, a predatory calm that sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes, when they met yours, held a strange intensity, a glint of something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. "fancy seeing you here," he said, his voice low and measured.

you forced a smile, your heart pounding in your chest. "just got back," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

he approached you slowly, his steps deliberate. "we have that new assignment," he began, his voice low and seductive. "maybe we could work on it together tomorrow?"

your mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse. "i'm... i'm pretty busy," you stammered, avoiding his gaze.

sunghoon's expression darkened. with a swift movement, he closed the distance between you, cornering you against the kitchen counter, his hands grabbing your hips. his proximity was unnerving, his scent, a mix of wood and something faintly sweet, filling your senses. you could feel his breath on your skin, hot and heavy.

"don't lie to me," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "i know what's going on."

his grip tightened around you, and you winced.

"it's nothing," you insisted, your voice trembling. "just... busy."

"busy with heeseung?" he spat out, his jealousy evident in his tone. his eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger simmering beneath the surface.

your face flushed with embarrassment. he was taking this the wrong way. “it’s not like that,” you stammered, your voice barely a whisper.

sunghoon's grip tightened, pinning you against the cool surface of the counter. his breath was warm against your skin, and a strange sensation, a mix of fear and excitement, coursed through your veins.

“don’t lie to me,” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “you're avoiding me.”

you didn't know why, but the power dynamic between you and sunghoon was intoxicating. he had never behaved this way before let alone showcase jealousy so blatantly. it was hot. you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

before you could respond, you found yourself leaning in, your lips brushing against his. it was an impulsive act, a desperate attempt to silence him, to end the confrontation. but, to your surprise, he responded, his lips moving against yours with a gentle intensity.

the world seemed to slow down as the kiss deepened. but as quickly as it had begun, it ended. you pulled away, your heart pounding in your chest.

overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, you turned and fled to your room, slamming the door behind you. you leaned against the door, panting, your mind racing.

the realisation of what you had done hit you like a tidal wave. you had kissed your roommate, a person you were actively avoiding due to a growing sense of fear and unease. the implications of your actions were terrifying. you'd crossed a line, a boundary you had carefully constructed to protect yourself.

a series of frantic knocks on the door jolted you out of your stupor. it was sunghoon, his voice muffled through the wood. "open up, please," he pleaded. your heart pounded in your chest. you couldn't face him now. you needed time to process what had happened, to regain control of the situation.

the knocking continued for a few minutes before finally ceasing. silence enveloped the room, heavy and oppressive. you slid down the door, your body trembling. what had you done?

morning arrived with a sense of foreboding. the thought of facing sunghoon filled you with dread, but the need to uncover the truth was stronger. you waited until the sound of his footsteps faded down the hallway, a sign that he had left for his morning jog.

with a deep breath, you crept into sunghoon's room, a sense of trepidation gnawing at you. the room was immaculate, a stark contrast to the chaos that often reigned in your own space. everything had its place, every surface spotless. there were no hidden compartments, no secret drawers, no clues to the enigmatic man who inhabited this space.

disappointment washed over you. you'd hoped to find something, anything that would explain the strange occurrences, the unsettling behaviour. but the room held no secrets, only a sense of emptiness.

your eyes scanned the room, searching for any hidden compartments or secret passages. everything seemed ordinary, almost mundane. disappointment was beginning to creep in when your gaze fell on a small cabinet tucked beneath sunghoon's desk. it was always locked, a tantalising enigma that had piqued your curiosity countless times.

today, however, there was a change. a key was lodged in the lock, an open invitation to delve into the forbidden. a wave of hesitation washed over you. you were invading his privacy, crossing a line you had sworn never to cross. but the allure of the unknown was too strong. curiosity, like a relentless tide, pulled you forward.

with trembling hands, you grasped the key and turned it. the lock clicked open with a satisfyingly smooth sound. you slid open the cabinet door, your heart pounding in your chest. a mini-fridge, small and unassuming, greeted you. a wave of relief washed over you. so this was the secret? a hidden stash of snacks?

you reached out to open the fridge door, a smirk playing on your lips. but as the cool air enveloped you, your blood ran cold.

inside, lined up neatly on the shelves, were rows of blood bags. the crimson liquid glinted in the dim light, a chilling contrast to the sterile white plastic. the sight was so surreal, so utterly horrifying, that for a moment, you thought you were hallucinating.

your mind went blank. a wave of nausea washed over you as you stared at the horrifying contents of the fridge. this couldn't be real. this was a nightmare, a twisted hallucination. but the cold, hard truth stared back at you, undeniable and terrifying.

the world tilted as your legs gave way, sending you crashing to the knees. blood bags. sunghoon kept blood bags. your roommate, the seemingly normal guy you knew, was a… vampire? the very concept seemed absurd, ripped from the pages of a fantasy novel. yet, the evidence sat before you, a stark reality that defied logic.

panic clawed at your throat, but a desperate hope flickered within you. maybe it was a medical condition. maybe he had a strange blood fetish. anything but a vampire!

"vampires don't exist, do they?", you mutter to yourself still in shock.

"yes, they do," a low voice confirmed, sending a tremor through your entire body. you spun around, scream caught in your throat. sunghoon stood in the doorway, his face unreadable, his eyes a bottomless well of emotions.

shame washed over you in a tidal wave. you felt exposed, not just for snooping, but for the fear and disgust that clouded your mind.

jumping out the window, a ridiculous notion moments ago, now seemed like the only way out. here, trapped in this surreal nightmare, your only escape seemed to be a dramatic leap from the fourth floor. it wouldn't kill you, right? you’d only break a few bones at best, which you were absolutely okay with.

with a burst of adrenaline, you scrambled to your feet and bolted towards the window, desperation fueling your actions. but before you could reach the latch, a hand clamped around your waist, pulling you back with an iron grip. "don't even think about it," sunghoon's voice was a low growl, the air crackling with unspoken emotions.

you were pinned against his chest, his warmth a stark contrast to the chilling terror that gripped you. his eyes, no longer cold and distant, burned with a mix of anger and concern.

his words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the wildness of your actions. you struggled against his hold, your fear fueling your resistance. but there was an undeniable strength in him, a power that held you captive.

"please, let me go," you gasped, your voice trembling.

sunghoon's grip loosened slightly, and he took a step back. his eyes held a mixture of concern and something else, something you couldn't quite decipher. "i won't hurt you," he said, his voice soft. "i need to explain."

your eyes met his, a mixture of fear and confusion swirling in their depths. sunghoon seemed to read your mind, his expression softening as he took a step closer. he sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to carry the weight of centuries.

"i know this is a lot to take in," he began, his voice low and steady. "but i need you to trust me."

you nodded, your mind racing. there was something about his tone, a vulnerability beneath the hardened exterior, that compelled you to listen.

"i'm a vampire," he said, the words hanging heavy in the air. "it's not how i wanted things to be, but it's the reality i've been forced to live with."

he paused, his eyes searching your face for any signs of revulsion. but to your surprise, a strange sense of calm washed over you. this was the answer, the missing piece to the puzzle.

he went on to explain his existence, the centuries of solitude, and the desperate hope that had brought him to you. he talked about the blood bags, a necessary evil to sustain his life.

he continued, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "i’ve been alone for so long. i've tried to live a normal life, to blend in. and then i met you."

his gaze softened, a tender look replacing the earlier intensity. "you're my anchor, my reason to keep going. your nightmares, the ones you've been having, are a connection between us. we share them, a soulmate bond, if you will. it's the only way for me to experience human emotions, to feel truly alive."

the revelation was mind-boggling. a vampire? your soulmate? it was a story straight out of a gothic novel. yet, as he spoke, a sense of peace washed over you. there was a truth in his eyes, a vulnerability that resonated with your own.

without thinking, you reached out and hugged him. your arms wrapped around him, offering comfort and acceptance. he froze, surprised by your sudden embrace.

"i don't care," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. "i'll figure it out. we'll figure it out together."

he returned the hug, his arms tightening around you. his face was buried in your neck, his breath warm against your skin. you could feel his heart pounding against your chest, a rhythm that mirrored your own. in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, fear and confusion faded, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility.

"i'm so sorry about the nightmares," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "i stopped sleeping for a while, trying to find a way to stop them. i hated seeing you scared, all because of me."

your heart ached for him. he had sacrificed his own well-being to protect you. anger and concern warred within you. how could he be so selfless, so reckless? you pushed against his chest, needing to see his face, to read the emotions swirling in his eyes.

"don't be stupid," you scolded, your voice stern. "you can't just stop sleeping."

you gently pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between you. you needed to see his face, to gauge his sincerity.

"stop," he whined, his voice laced with playful annoyance. "just stay like this for a little longer."

his words were a stark contrast to the seriousness of the situation, but they had the desired effect. you froze, your body responding to the unexpected shift in tone. sunghoon's grip tightened around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. his lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. the warmth of his breath mingled with the scent of his skin, creating an intoxicating blend that clouded your senses.

you were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, fear and confusion replaced by a growing sense of intimacy. the line between platonic comfort and something more was blurring, and you were dangerously close to crossing it.

his voice dropped to a low octave, a husky rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "i can't stop thinking about how your lips felt against mine last night," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. he pulled back, his eyes holding yours, a mischievous glint in their depths.

"can we do that again?" he asked, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

before you could respond, his lips were on yours, claiming your mouth with a fierce urgency. the kiss was a whirlwind, a tempest of emotions and sensations. his tongue explored your mouth, demanding entrance, while your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. the kiss was different from the one you had shared the night before, filled with a newfound urgency and intensity. his tongue explored your mouth, a dance of desire and longing. you could feel the heat radiating from his body, a warmth that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. with a swift movement, he lifted you onto the bed, his lips trailing a path of fire down your neck. he nuzzled your skin, his breath creating a tingling sensation. "you smell so good," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "i had to stop myself from pouncing on you the first time i saw you."

"from now on, you're sleeping in my bed," he declared, his voice firm. "i need to make sure those nightmares don't come back. and besides, i like having you close."

as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. in this moment, with sunghoon holding you close, everything else seemed to fade away. the line between reality and fantasy blurred, replaced by a single, undeniable truth: you were in the arms of a vampire, and you were dangerously close to falling in love.

his lips trailed down your neck, with such heat that it left you breathless. he nibbled at your skin, his teeth gently scraping against your sensitive flesh. the sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire. you gasped, your body arching involuntarily.

"i'm not going to bite you," he promised, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"not yet, at least."

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UNLIKELY DUO

ִ ࣪ᯓ★ ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ── jeon wonwoo

SUMMARY: ── wonwoo and you, initially at odds, find unexpected chemistry and romance when you're paired for a performance together, leading to a deeper connection both on and off stage. GENRE: eventual SMUT (18+), idol!au, enemies to lovers if you squint CW/TAGS: soft!dom wonwoo, sub!reader, face sitting, piv sex, unprotected sex (don't do it), light choking, reader is refered to as a girl, praise, bigdick!wonwoo, a little crying during sex, oral sex (f!recieving)

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the flashing lights of the reality show set were blinding, and the clamor of the studio audience was deafening. you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as the host’s enthusiastic voice boomed over the speakers. the new show, unlikely duos, was all about creating unexpected pairings and testing their ability to work together. for the most part, the show had managed to pair up individuals who, if not exactly friends, were at least on amicable terms.

but then there was you and wonwoo.

you, a solo artist with a reputation for independence and a no-nonsense attitude, had been paired with wonwoo from seventeen—a man known for his cool demeanor and sharp wit. your interactions had always been professional, but there was an undeniable edge to your relationship - and an interaction earlier that day hadn’t helped.

now, you were thrust into a situation where you had no choice but to collaborate with him. the first challenge was simple enough: introduce yourselves and your artistic styles to the audience. as soon as you stepped onto the stage together, you both played the part with practiced ease.

“hey, everyone,” you said with a warm smile. “i’m y/n, and i’m excited to be here working on something fresh with my new partner.”

wonwoo nodded, a charming smile on his face. “and i’m wonwoo. looking forward to blending our styles and seeing what kind of exciting stage we can create together.”

the audience responded with applause, and the host beamed at the smooth interaction. you and wonwoo exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the challenge ahead.

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you had arrived early that day, ready to get into the swing of things. you had been looking forward to this opportunity, but as the hours went by, the nerves started to creep in. a mix of excitement and anxiety kept you on edge. the studio was packed with crew members and set pieces, and the constant movement around you only heightened your tension.

wonwoo arrived a bit later, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to the bustling energy of the studio. he approached with a warm smile. “hi, i’m wonwoo. nice to meet you.” “hi, i’m y/n. nice to meet you too,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite your nerves, bowing politely.

as you straightened up, trying to muster a genuine smile, wonwoo took a step forward to extend his hand. unfortunately, he misjudged his footing and accidentally bumped into you. the jolt caused him to spill his coffee all over your outfit. the hot liquid splashed across your clothes, and you felt a wave of frustration and embarrassment wash over you.

your eyes widened as you realized what had happened. “are you serious?” you said, your voice tinged with irritation.

wonwoo’s face went pale as he saw the mess. “oh shit, i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to—”

before he could finish, you cut him off, feeling the anger rise. “this is just great. i’ve been waiting for hours for you, and now i’m covered in coffee.”

wonwoo’s eyes were filled with genuine regret as he quickly grabbed some paper towels from a nearby table. “please, let me help you clean up. i really didn’t see that coming.”

you tried to keep your composure as you took the towels from him, attempting to dab at the stain on your clothes. the coffee was still warm, and the smell of it mixed with your mounting frustration. “it’s fine,” you said through gritted teeth, your voice barely controlled. “just… let’s get this over with.”

despite wonwoo’s efforts to apologize and help clean up, the incident had already dampened your mood. the coffee spill seemed to symbolize all the stress and nerves you had been feeling all day. the next segment of the show felt like a blur, and it was hard to focus with your outfit now stained and your frustration simmering just below the surface.

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the backstage area was a hive of activity, with crew members hustling to set up for the next segment of the show. you and wonwoo had been separated from the rest of the group, given a small rehearsal room to brainstorm and plan your performance. the door clicked shut behind you, leaving the two of you alone.

you glanced around the room, taking in the assortment of musical instruments and props. “alright, so where do we start? do you have any ideas, or should i just take charge?”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “oh, i didn’t realize we had a designated leader. i thought we were supposed to collaborate.”

you crossed your arms, feigning innocence. “collaborate, sure. but, i already had some ideas-”

wonwoo cut you off with a playful smirk. “i’m sure you do. but before you get too far ahead, let’s make sure we’re on the same page. what’s your vision?”

you raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed but trying to keep it light. “my vision? alright, fine. as i was saying…i really wanna do a cover.”

wonwoo nodded, his expression thoughtful, “what song?”

“so, i was thinking,” you said, sighing, “my vision for today’s cover performance is to do something a bit unexpected? i guess… how about a trouble maker cover?”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, his expression turning skeptical. “trouble maker? you mean the song by hyuna and jang hyun-seung? isn’t that a bit…” he looked for the right word, “i don’t know—controversial?”

you felt a sharp pang of irritation. “controversial? it’s a classic, and it’s supposed to be fun…”

wonwoo looked uneasy. “i just think, you know.. fans might have mixed?.. reactions. it’s a bold choice, and not everyone might get the idea you’re planning. it could overshadow our performance.”

you crossed your arms, clearly frustrated. “i don’t know about you but i’m not playing it safe. if you’re too worried about what fans might think, we’ll never get anywhere.”

wonwoo rubbed the back of his neck, visibly conflicted. “it’s not that i’m afraid of taking risks. i just want us to be seen as a strong duo, not just a controversy.”

you exhaled sharply, feeling the frustration mount. “look, i get it. you want to make a good impression. but i feel like that’s the perfect song because-”

wonwoo cut you off, his tone attempting to reassure you. “no, i mean, it’s not that i don’t like the idea. it’s just that—”

you shot him a pointed look, your arms still crossed. “so you’re saying you don’t like it, but you’re not saying it outright?”

you nodded, feeling a bit of relief. “i’ll see you in the practice room then… i hope you won’t be late this time.”

wonwoo chuckled softly, the tension easing. “no promises, but i’ll try to be on time.”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

as you both entered the practice room, the atmosphere was still tense but more focused. the choreography for “trouble maker” was notoriously flirty and required a lot of coordination and chemistry. both of you stood in front of the mirrored wall, trying to get a feel for the moves.

“so, i think the part where we’re back-to-back should be slower, more dramatic,” you suggested, running through the choreography in your head.

wonwoo shook his head, frowning slightly. “i don’t think slowing it down would work. it needs to be sharper, with more impact, to match the beat drop.”

you rolled your eyes. “it’s a sexy song, not a sprint. if we rush through it, it’ll lose its effect.”

“it’s not about rushing. it’s about hitting the beat. if we don’t match the intensity of the music, it’ll look off,” wonwoo countered, crossing his arms.

you mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and glaring at him through the mirror. “i know what i’m talking about. i’ve performed this style before.”

“yeah, and so have i,” he shot back. “if we keep it slow, the energy will drop, and we’ll lose the audience’s attention.”

you groaned, throwing your hands up. “you’re missing the point! it’s not about speed; it’s about chemistry. the slower the move, the more tension we can build.”

wonwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “chemistry? you mean like how we’re yelling at each other right now? great tension,” he replied, voice laced with sarcasm. the practice room staff, who had been standing nearby to help with the choreography, exchanged awkward glances. a few of them shifted their weight uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether to intervene or let you hash it out. one of them subtly nudged another, and you caught sight of a nervous smile being exchanged.

you couldn’t help but smirk, despite your annoyance. “look, if you want tension, we’re already nailing it. but if we want to sell this as a duo, we need to trust each other’s instincts a little more.”

wonwoo stared at you for a moment, then sighed. “fine. let’s try it your way. slow it down. but if it looks awkward, we go with my version.”

“deal,” you agreed, a slight smile breaking through your frustration. “and when it works, i get to say i told you so.”

wonwoo chuckled, shaking his head. “sure, but don’t get used to it.”

noticing the staff’s discomfort, you took a deep breath and composed yourself. you turned back to wonwoo, lowering your voice to a more even tone. “alright, let’s not scare off the entire crew. can we please just get it together and focus?” wonwoo blinked, surprised by the sudden change in your demeanor. he looked around and seemed to realize for the first time how the staff was watching the two of you bicker like an old married couple. a sheepish smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “yeah, you’re right. sorry about that.” you both apologetically bow as a staff member passes by.

you both had agreed to try out a slowed-down version of the choreography first, emphasizing every move to create more tension between the beats. as the music swelled, you moved closer to wonwoo, feeling the shift in the air between you. the choreography demanded a certain closeness, and with each step, you could feel his presence becoming more tangible—his breath, his warmth, the subtle intensity of his eyes meeting yours.

as you slid into the first part of the routine, your body flowed naturally with the rhythm. your hand grazed his arm before trailing up to his shoulder, your eyes locked on his. wonwoo followed suit, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you closer in a move that mirrored the sensual push and pull of the song. for a moment, you almost forgot you were rehearsing. the space between you making you lost. the staff members around the room had grown quiet, some of them watching intently as the two of you danced. the room’s energy had shifted from awkward tension to something that had everyone’s attention.

as you moved into the more suggestive part of the choreography, where you both had to lean in close, practically breathing the same air, you could feel wonwoo's breath hitch slightly. his hand was steady on your waist, but his eyes gave away a flicker of nervousness—or perhaps, something else. the proximity was more intimate than either of you had anticipated, the choreography forcing a closeness that blurred lines.

you leaned back, holding his gaze while executing a slow body roll, your hand trailing down his chest as part of the choreography. wonwoo’s eyes never left yours, but you caught the slight change in his breathing. he didn’t flinch or pull away; instead, his hand slid up to your back, holding you there as the beat of the music pulsed through the room.

just as the moment stretched almost to a breaking point, the music suddenly stopped. an awkward silence filled the room, amplifying the reality of how close you were to each other. the sudden absence of sound brought everything into sharp focus—the rapid rise and fall of your breaths, the way wonwoo’s hand was still on your waist, your own fingers resting against his chest.

you blinked, realizing just how tightly you’d been holding onto him. there was an uncomfortable beat where neither of you moved, unsure of how to transition out of the intensity of the moment.

wonwoo was the first to pull back, clearing his throat awkwardly. “uh, that… that was good, good job,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. his eyes darted away, breaking the intense eye contact that had held you both in place.

“yeah,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flush you felt creeping up your cheeks. you took a small step back, putting a bit more distance between you. “i think we… definitely got the timing down.”

the next run-through of the choreography was smoother, but the tension from the previous moment still lingered in the air. each time you and wonwoo moved through the suggestive parts of the routine, you were hyper-aware of every touch, every glance. you did your best to focus on perfecting the dance, but your mind kept replaying the way he’d looked at you earlier, his expression hovering somewhere between surprise and something else you couldn’t quite pin down.

when the song finally ended, you both broke apart, slightly out of breath. the room buzzed with the murmurs of the crew, who were discussing adjustments and camera angles. you were thankful for the distraction as one of the staff members handed you a water bottle.

you took the opportunity to move to the far side of the room, away from the center of attention, and took a long sip of water. the cold liquid was refreshing, and it gave you a moment to calm your racing thoughts. you leaned against the wall, trying to ground yourself and shake off the strange mix of feelings that had settled in your chest.

for a few minutes, you focused on your breathing, eyes closed, trying to center yourself. but when you opened them, you immediately noticed wonwoo across the room, his eyes fixed on you. he was drinking from his own water bottle, his gaze lingering just a moment too long before he quickly looked away when he realized you’d caught him.

you felt a twinge in your chest, a mixture of nerves and a flutter of hope that you quickly tried to squash. he’s probably just thinking about the choreography, you told yourself. he’s just focused on the performance.

but as the minutes passed and the water break stretched on, you couldn’t help but notice that this wasn’t an isolated incident. wonwoo seemed to keep glancing your way, his eyes soft and contemplative. each time you caught him looking, he would shift his gaze or pretend to adjust something on his phone, but there was a certain pattern to it—a kind of rhythm to the way he kept sneaking glances at you.

when the music finally stopped for the last time, the crew began to scatter, gathering their equipment and making notes for the next session. you could feel the exhaustion settling in, both from the physical strain of the dance and the trials of the day. you bowed and said your goodbyes to the staff, leaving you and wonwoo alone in the practice room.

you took a deep breath, reaching for your bag and tossing your water bottle inside. you had half a mind to head straight home and decompress, but just as you turned to leave, you felt a presence beside you. you looked up to see wonwoo standing there, his expression softer than it had been during practice.

"hey," he started, his voice quiet enough that it felt almost private, "i don’t live too far from here. i thought, maybe… if you’re not too tired, you could come over to my place for a few drinks?"

there was a moment of silence as you processed his words. a dozen thoughts ran through your mind—was he just being friendly? was this his way of smoothing over the tension from earlier? or was there something more to this invitation? you didn’t want to make a scene or overthink the offer.

your eyes met his, and for a second, you hesitated. "you mean, like… just us?" you asked, your voice cautious.

wonwoo nodded, a small, almost shy smile forming on his lips. “yeah, just us i guess.” his tone was casual, but there was an underlying sincerity that made you wonder if he’d been feeling the same strange tension all day. you shook that feeling off immediately.

you swallowed, trying to play it cool. “are you sure you want to spend more time with me after all the arguing we did today?” you teased lightly, arching a brow. he chuckled, a deep, rich sound that seemed to ease some of the nerves in your chest.

“maybe that’s exactly why. besides,” he added, his smile turning more confident, “i think there's more to talk about than choreography.”

there was something in his eyes—an earnestness that felt disarming. the idea of spending time with him outside of this controlled environment was tempting, more so than you wanted to admit. after a beat, you found yourself nodding. “shit.. why not? but i hope you have some good drinks - i need one after today.” wonwoo’s smile widened, a hint of relief in his expression as he shut the door behind you.

₊⊹ the cool night air brushed against your skin as you leaned against the railing of wonwoo’s rooftop, a half-empty glass in your hand. the city lights stretched out below, a sea of twinkling stars spread across the earth. it was surprisingly quiet up here, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the streets below. you took a deep breath, feeling the alcohol warm your insides and dull the sharp edges of your nerves. a few drinks in, you’d both loosened up, the earlier tension from practice melting away into something softer, more relaxed. you found yourself talking more easily with wonwoo than you’d expected, sharing stories about the highs and lows of being in the industry, the constant push and pull of public perception versus personal expression.

wonwoo sat on the low brick wall beside you, his own drink held loosely in his hand. he seemed more at ease now, his usual calm demeanor even softer under the dim glow of the rooftop lights. you caught him watching you again, but this time it didn’t feel strange or unsettling. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the natural comfort that had developed between you two over the last hour, but it felt… nice. he took a sip from his glass, then glanced down at his feet, a small, sheepish smile forming on his lips. “you know, i still feel bad about earlier today… with the coffee,” he started, his voice a bit hesitant.

you chuckled, remembering the moment with a bit more fondness now that it was a few hours behind you. “yeah, that wasn’t exactly the best first impression,” you teased, bumping his arm lightly.

he laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that endearing way you were starting to find really charming. “no, it definitely wasn’t,” he admitted. he paused for a moment, taking another sip of his drink, and you could see him gathering his thoughts. “it was even worse because… well, i was kind of embarrassed. i’ve, uh… actually been a bit of a fan of yours for a while now.”

you blinked, caught completely off guard. “what?” you asked, genuinely surprised. “you’re kidding.”

he shook his head, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color—whether from the drinks or embarrassment, you couldn’t quite tell. “no, i’m serious. i’ve always thought you were really talented. your vocals, your stage presence… it’s kind of intimidating, actually,” he said, his gaze lifting to meet yours, a sincere vulnerability in his eyes.

you stared at him, processing his words. you’d expected a lot of things tonight, but this wasn’t one of them. wonwoo, one of the most composed idols you’d ever met, admitting he was a fan of yours? it didn’t quite compute. “you’re joking,” you said again, but there was a small, disbelieving smile tugging at your lips.

he shook his head, more firmly this time. “no, i mean it. i remember seeing one of your solo stages a while back, and i was really impressed. you have this… presence that’s hard to look away from.”

you could feel your face heating up, a mix of flattery and embarrassment swirling in your chest. “i… wow, i don’t know what to say,” you stammered, your usual confidence wavering under his earnest gaze. “i had no idea.”

wonwoo chuckled, his smile growing wider. “well, i didn’t expect to be spilling coffee all over someone i really admire on the first day of filming,” he joked, but there was a sincerity beneath his words that made your heart flutter. “i thought i’d fucked up any chance of us getting along.”

a small laugh escaped your lips, and you looked down at your drink, feeling a strange warmth spread through you—not just from the alcohol. “to be honest, i thought you were just being distant because you didn’t want to be here, b

eing late and everything,” you admitted. “i had no idea you were a fan.” he looked genuinely surprised. “really? i guess i just… didn’t want to come off too strong. you know how it is… you’re really fucking cool, and i didn’t want to mess things up by being awkward.”

the late-night sky stretched vast and deep above, a canvas of inky blue dotted with a smattering of stars that peeked through the haze of the city lights. the stars were faint but persistent, twinkling like distant diamonds, each one a tiny beacon of light fighting to be seen against the glow of seoul. the moon hung low, a soft, crescent sliver casting a gentle, silver-blue hue across the rooftop.

you chuckled at his candid admission and playfully nudged his shoulder with yours. “don’t worry about it, seriously.”

a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips, and he let out a breathy laugh. “thanks,” he said, his tone still carrying a hint of self-mockery. you could tell he was still a bit embarrassed about it all, but there was something incredibly endearing in the way he’d just laid it out there, honest and unfiltered.

wonwoo’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of surprise in his gaze before it softened, warmth pooling in those deep brown eyes. for a moment, neither of you spoke. the sounds of the city below seemed to fade, replaced by the quiet hum of the rooftop and the cool night breeze rustling your hair. his eyes stayed on yours, and you couldn’t help but feel a current of something passing between you—a silent understanding, a spark of something that hadn’t been there before.

you felt your heart rate pick up just a bit as the silence stretched on, neither of you looking away. his gaze was intense but gentle, as if he were trying to figure out what was on your mind—or maybe trying to figure out what was on his. there was a subtle shift in the air, a tension that felt almost like anticipation.

your lips curved into a small smile, the kind that spoke of mischief and curiosity. his eyes flicked to your lips for the briefest moment before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

“maybe… maybe we should head inside,” he suggested, his voice a bit quieter now. “it’s getting kind of cold up here.”

you smiled a little wider, amused by his sudden change of tone. “sure,” you replied, still feeling that lingering heat from the unspoken moment. “lead the way.”

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wonwoo led you through the entryway of his apartment into a spacious living area, where plush couches and a neatly organized coffee table awaited. the view from the large windows showed the city lights twinkling below, a backdrop to the intimate setting.

you set your drink down on the kitchen counter, which was clean and impeccably arranged. wonwoo, ever the gentleman, took your coat with a polite smile. “let me hang this up for you,” he said, carefully draping it over a coat rack by the door. the small, thoughtful gesture made you feel even more comfortable.

you slipped out of your shoes, feeling the soft, warm floor beneath your feet and you felt yourself relaxing into the space.

“hey, now that we’re here,” you said, a smile playing on your lips, “why don’t we use this chance to perfect that one part of the choreo? it might be easier with a bit more space.”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, “uh, yeah sure.” he moved to clear a space in the middle of the room, adjusting the furniture slightly to create a makeshift practice area.

you nodded, stepping into the open area and stretching slightly to loosen up. “great, let’s see if we can get it just right this time,” you said, your tone light and encouraging.

the living room was filled with the soft hum of the music, its rhythm guiding your movements as you and wonwoo practiced the choreography. the space felt intimate, the distance between you shrinking with each step. as you moved together, the routine’s intricacies brought you closer, the mirrored movements drawing you into each other’s personal space.

you executed the first sequence with practiced ease, your bodies moving in sync, the fluidity of your dance a testament to the hours of practice. wonwoo’s hand brushed against yours as you spun, the contact electric. his gaze was locked on you, his eyes intense, and you could feel the heat between you building with each beat of the music.

the routine’s next section required even closer contact. you found yourselves in a tight embrace, your bodies pressed together as you executed a series of intertwined steps. wonwoo’s hand rested firmly on your lower back, his touch sending a shiver up your spine.

your faces were inches apart, and as you leaned in for a particularly close turn, you could feel his breath mingling with yours. the space between you seemed charged, every movement amplified by the undeniable tension. his eyes flicked down to your lips, and for a heartbeat, the music faded into the background.

you both stood there, the world around you feeling distant and irrelevant as you locked eyes. there was a moment of hesitation, an unspoken question hanging in the air. the rhythm of your breaths seemed to sync, a silent understanding passing between you.

wonwoo’s gaze remained fixed on yours, his expression a mixture of desire and uncertainty. his hand was warm on your back, and you could see him struggling to find the right words. finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “can i?”

the simple question carried a weight of vulnerability, and it made your heart flutter. you nodded, the corners of your mouth lifting in a soft, encouraging smile. “please.” wonwoo closed the distance between you with a sudden, fervent urgency. his lips crashed into yours, the kiss immediate and consuming .your bodies pressed together, the heat of his touch making you melt into his arms as one hand held your waist and his other held your cheek. his lips moved against yours with an eager intensity, his tongue gently probing as he explored, every motion. his hands roamed to your back, pulling you closer, making the kiss feel even more intimate.

wonwoo, driven by a mix of passion and playfulness, started to guide you toward the couch. his lips never left yours, even as he maneuvered you both across the room. you stumbled slightly, laughing breathlessly into the kiss.

he pulled away just long enough to flash you a mischievous grin. “so, this is what you meant by chemistry huh?”

you chuckled, trying to catch your breath. “oh, you caught that, did you? i guess i should have specified.”

wonwoo’s smile widened as he lowered himself back to kiss you again, the passion in his touch as intense as ever. “you’re making it very hard to focus on anything but you right now.”

the kiss resumed, deeper and more fervent. wonwoo’s body pressed down onto yours as he maneuvered himself onto the couch, his weight resting comfortably against you. the cushions beneath were soft, creating a space where the world outside seemed to vanish. his hands were warm on your hips, his touch both reassuring and electrifying.

as you lay there, feeling the intensity of his presence, you couldn’t help but respond to the closeness. your movements became more instinctive, and without fully realizing it, you started to grind gently against him.

wonwoo’s breath hitched, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. his hands tightened on your hips, guiding and encouraging you subtly.

“fuck,” he breathed, the curse escaping his lips in a raw, husky whisper. his eyes were dark with desire as he looked at you, a mixture of awe and longing reflected in his gaze.

he began to kiss down your neck, his lips moving with a tender, burning intensity. each kiss was soft but deliberate, trailing from your jawline to the base of your throat. the touch of his lips against your skin sent shivers down your spine, the sensation both electrifying and soothing.

as he continued his exploration, his voice was a low, reverent murmur against your skin. “you’re so pretty,” he said, the words almost reverent. “so, so pretty.”

the tenderness in his voice made your heart race even faster, the combination of his words and touch creating a heady mix of pleasure and emotion. the kisses down your neck were gentle but passionate, each one conveying a deep appreciation and desire that matched the heat of the moment. as he continued to explore, his fingers began to rest on the hem of your shirt. he fidgeted with it, his movements tentative and full of longing.

his eyes met yours, filled with a question that needed no words. the intensity in his gaze was both gentle and pleading, as if he was silently asking for permission to take things further.

you felt your heart race, the heat of the moment making everything seem more vivid. with a small, reassuring nod, you gave him the consent he was looking for. wonwoo’s eyes softened with relief and appreciation. a tender smile curved his lips as he slowly lifted the hem of your shirt, his movements careful and respectful. he took his time, savoring the moment as he gently guided the fabric upwards, his touch light and deliberate.

you propped yourself up on your elbows, a mix of anticipation and excitement in the air as you started to slip off your shirt. the fabric slid over your shoulders, revealing more of your skin to wonwoo’s eager gaze.

wonwoo watched with a blend of admiration and tenderness as you removed your shirt. his fingers lightly grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. as you finished, he gently unclasped your bra with practiced ease, his movements careful and deliberate.

with a soft gasp, you felt the cool air against your exposed skin. wonwoo’s lips immediately moved to your chest, his kisses tender and filled with adoration. his lips brushed over your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts, each touch gentle but fervent.

between kisses, his voice was a soothing murmur, filled with sweet nothings that made your heart flutter. “god,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “you’ve got the prettiest tits i’ve ever seen, jesus fucking christ.”

the way he spoke, so unrestrained and dirty, made you squeeze your thighs together as he closed his mouth around the bud of your breast as you let out a whine. your gaze was locked on him, taking in the intensity of his focus as he lavished attention on your skin. the sight of him so absorbed in his affection made your heart race, and you found yourself unable to resist the urge to touch him in return. you reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, gently pulling him closer, wonwoo's reaction was immediate and telling. his breath hitched, and he let out a low, appreciative groan. his eyes closed for a moment as he relished the sensation, a subtle shiver running through him. he seemed to lean into your touch, reaching up to kiss you properly and fervently as you tugged gently on his hair.

as you kissed, his hands began to wander, moving south on your body. his fingers gently traced the waistband of your sweatpants. for a brief moment, he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. there was a question in his gaze, an unspoken request for approval.

you met his gaze, feeling the heat of the moment and the connection between you. with a small, encouraging nod, you gave him the consent he was seeking once again. slowly, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and began to lower them. his movements were deliberate and tender, ensuring you were comfortable as he continued to respect the intimacy of the moment. the sweatpants slid down, and he looked up at you once more, the anticipation in his eyes mingling with a deep affection.

with a deep, appreciative breath, he began to remove his shirt. he pulled it over his head, revealing his toned physique beneath. the soft fabric fell away, and he tossed the shirt aside, his bare skin illuminated by the gentle lighting of the room. the sight of him, exposed and close, intensified the intimate atmosphere. wonwoo’s eyes never left yours as he finished taking off shirt, his expression filled with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability. his hands rested lightly on your waist, his touch warm and reassuring.

he leaned in again, his breath warm against your skin. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice a low, gentle murmur filled with concern. the connection between you deepened as he awaited your response, his hands remaining tender and attentive. wonwoo leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he looked into your eyes. “what do you want?” he asked softly, his voice a low murmur filled with genuine curiosity and affection. “tell me what you need.”

his hands continued their gentle ascent, his touch both reassuring and exhilarating. he awaited your response with a patient, attentive expression, making sure that every move was guided by your desires and comfort.

you felt the intensity of wonwoo's touch as his hands climbed higher on your thighs. meeting his gaze, you bit your lip, your voice husky with desire. "touch me" you said, your eyes locked on his, filled with longing.

wonwoo obliges and starts tracing circles over your soaked underwear, your back arches and he presses kisses on your neck and behind your ear, “that’s it babygirl.” he pulls back to slip off your panties and you kick them to the side. you whine as he backs away for a moment and sits up, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear, “sit on my face.”

your breath hitches, “you want me to sit on… your face?” you trail off and before you know it he’s positioned himself under you. you sit up on your knees and crawl until your core is above his face. your chest heaves up and down as he caresses your thighs and his hands move up to grab your ass and pull you in.

you let out a soft moan as his tongue flicks at your clit. there’s something so intimate about this position, his mouth so close to your most sensitive spot, he's practically begging for you to grind against him. and you do.

your hands move to the back of the couch, gripping it as you rock your hips back and forth. you can feel the tension building in your legs as you ride out the waves of pleasure he sends through you.

his hands come up and grip your hips, guiding them to move faster. he scrapes his teeth gently against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers racing through you. you can feel your orgasm building, and it's just on the edge of your reach.

you lean forward, resting your hands on wonwoo's broad shoulders and let out a breathy plea for more, "don't stop. please, don't stop." he responds immediately, his tongue working more insistently, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release.

wonwoo's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in tighter, his fingers massaging your sensitive spots. you feel your climax coming - it's getting stronger with every passing second and all your muscles begin to tighten up, from the tips of your toes to your fingertips. and with one last flick of wonwoo's tongue, you’re thrown off the edge of the cliff and into the whirlwind of pleasure that you've been craving all this time. your entire body shudders and trembles as you let out a soft, loud groan. wonwoo keeps going for a few more seconds, savoring the taste of you before pulling back. you fall to the other side of the couch and he immediately resumes his position on top of you with open mouthed kisses that leave you tasting yourself on his lips.

“you taste so fucking good,” he mutters between kisses. you feel him, hard as anyone can be, against your thigh and your hand palms his erection under his sweats and over his boxers.

he groans and his head moves back from kissing you, you grab his hair with your other hand as he says, “you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you?” you practically moan in response and nod as he kicks his sweatpants off - revealing an awfully large and intimidating bulge through his underwear. you run your hand over the stretched fabric, grabbing onto him and looking him in the eyes.

he helps you remove his boxers and his thick, hard cock springs free. you wrap your hand around it, and he groans at the contact. you can’t help but feel nerves at the thought of him inside of you, how he’d stretch you so wide.

you start to stroke him gently, feeling his heat and hardness against your palm. he shifts his hips, encouraging you to move faster, but you keep the pace slow and steady, wanting to tease him a little.

“wanna feel you wonwoo…” you say shyly, holding the base of his length. that’s all it takes for him to prop you against a pillow at the base of the couch and position himself between your spread legs.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders - one playing with his hair. he slides the tip of his cock up and down your folds and you whine, head falling back. you protest, “i want you now wonwoo please-”

he sighs and positions himself at the base of your hole, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, “you’ve been so patient - so fucking good, wanna make you feel so good.” your breathe catches in your throat as he enters you, the sensation was sharp and intense, a stinging heat that seemed to pierce through the surface of your skin. it was almost uncomfortable, like a sudden, unexpected jolt that made you flinch. but as the seconds passed, something shifted. the sting began to melt away, replaced by a warm, soothing sensation that spread slowly and evenly. he bottoms out and you blink, eyes watering. he kisses away the tears as he tells you how good you’re doing for him and you nod - ready for him to move.

as wonwoo moves slowly at first, savoring every sensation, he can feel your tightness enveloping him and curses to himself, “not gonna last long if you tighten up like that sweetheart - fuck.” you apologetically attempt to loosen up as he fucks you at a slow pace.

“you feel s’good - fuck. so warm and tight around me.” he says before catching your mouth in a strong kiss. his pace quickens, and your head is crashing back and forth into the pillow behind you as your whole body moves with his. you sigh and whine at every thrust - until he hits a spot inside of you that makes your grip on his hair tighten and you moan into his mouth. he groans as his thrusts become more intense and urgent as you tell him to keep going, just like that between kisses.

wonwoo pulls back from the kiss to face you, moving a hand to your throat and lightly applying pressure as he holds your face up to face him. the breathlessness of his touch - light but leading, makes you feel a familiar pit in your stomach as your orgasm builds. the room is filled with the lewd noises of skin slapping together and your cries. “taking me so fucking well - fuck angel…your pussy feels so good i need you to come around me,” wonwoo says next to your ear before biting at your neck.

it doesn’t take much longer before you feel your orgasm come to a peak and you chant his name like a prayer, tightening around him and making him moan into your mouth as he chases you for a kiss.

you practically sob as he continues slamming into you as you’re sensitive and growing tired. he reassures you, “i know baby, i know, you can take me, i'm almost there.”

then he made the mistake of looking down, staring directly into your eyes, which were rolled back in pleasure, brows furrowed in a fucked out state.

"shit, baby, i'm gonna cum. you gotta- fuck.” he pulls out and you sit up, opening your mouth wide as he leaks fluid onto your tongue - stroking himself dry until he comes down from his peak. you close your mouth and swallow, chest heaving up and down as the two of you sit up side by side on the couch.

as the intensity of the moment fades, a sense of calm and closeness envelops you both. wonwoo gently wraps his arms around you, his touch reassuring and warm. his breathing slows to a steady rhythm, matching yours as you both settle into the comfort of each other's presence.

he leans in, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, whispering gentle affirmations. he leans in, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, whispering gentle affirmations. “you did so good for me, angel,” he says, wiping the remainder of tears from your eyes and tucking your messy hair behind your ears. his voice is soothing, a balm to the intensity of the moment.

wonwoo stands up and moves to grab a soft, damp rag from the bathroom. he returns with it and gently begins to wipe your face, his touch tender and attentive. after making sure you’re comfortably clean, he heads to his closet and pulls out an oversized t-shirt of his. with a warm smile, he offers it to you, helping you slip it on. after you slip into wonwoo's oversized t-shirt, there’s a brief, almost awkward silence between you two. the room feels quieter now, the intimacy of the moment giving way to a more relaxed, tranquil atmosphere. both of you settle into the calm, the residual energy of the experience lingering but softened.

wonwoo breaks the silence with a lighthearted chuckle. “well,” he says, a playful grin spreading across his face, “i guess i’ve officially succeeded as your biggest fanboy now.” his tone is teasing, and the warmth in his eyes adds a touch of humor to the situation.

you can’t help but laugh, the sound a mix of amusement and relief. you playfully nudge him with your elbow, a grin spreading across your face, “was that your plan all along genius? go on ‘unlikely duo’ just to get in my pants?” you joke.

wonwoo raises an eyebrow, pretending to consider your question with a mock-serious expression. “ah, you’ve caught me. my master plan was to become the ultimate fanboy and score a spot on ‘unlikely duo’ just to, well, get to know you better.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “guess it worked out pretty well, didn’t it?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “smooth talker, aren’t you? i’m starting to think you had this all figured out from the start.”

he feigns being hurt and holds a hand to his chest, “how do i know all that chemistry talk you had going wasn’t just a ploy to get me to fuck you?”

you laugh, shaking your head as you reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from wonwoo’s face. “in your dreams, wonwoo,” you tease, your voice light and playful. the two of you settle into a comfortable silence. wonwoo’s arms remain wrapped around you, his presence a reassuring and calming force. the room is softly lit, casting a warm glow over the space, enhancing the sense of intimacy and peace. you both find a comfortable position, wonwoo pulling you close against him. his breathing becomes steady, matching your own as you both begin to drift towards sleep.

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the stage is set, the lights are blazing, and the audience’s energy is electric. wonwoo and you take the stage, ready to perform your trouble maker cover. from the moment the music starts, it’s clear that both of you are completely in sync. your movements are sharp and fluid, your chemistry undeniable. the choreography is flawless, and the performance exudes confidence and passion, captivating the audience from start to finish.

as the final notes of the song fade away, the crowd erupts into applause. the interviewer steps forward, a broad smile on her face as they approach you both - who are catching your breathes. “that was an incredible performance!” she exclaim. “you two have such amazing chemistry on stage. how do you manage to make it look so effortless?”

you exchange a knowing glance with wonwoo, a playful smirk on both of your faces. wonwoo takes the lead in answering, his tone warm and genuine. “well, it helps that we get along so well off stage,” he says, glancing at you with a hint of a smile. “we’ve spent a lot of time together, in and out of rehearsals, and that really translates into our performance.”

you nod in agreement, adding, “exactly. we’ve built a great rapport and understanding of each other’s style, which makes everything flow naturally. plus, we genuinely enjoy performing together, and that energy definitely comes through when we’re on stage.”

the interviewer looks impressed, nodding thoughtfully. “it definitely shows. you two make a fantastic duo, both in terms of performance and chemistry. thanks for sharing that with us!”

you nod and smile, “definitely. we’ve spent a lot of time working on our performance and really understanding each other’s styles. it makes performing together feel effortless and the energy just naturally translates.”

the interviewer grins, clearly pleased with your response. “it really does come through. you both have a fantastic dynamic, and it’s clear you’re having a great time. thanks for giving us a glimpse into how you make it all work!”

๋࣭⭑

you’re lounging comfortably in wonwoo’s apartment, nestled on the couch as you scroll through the flood of comments about your recent performance. wonwoo, sitting beside you, gently kisses your neck, his touch warm and soothing. you chuckle softly, reading through the various reactions. “wow, there’s a lot of sweet comments here,” you say, your eyes scanning the screen. then, you come across a comment that makes you pause. you read out loud, “they’re definitely fucking.”

you laugh, turning your head slightly to meet wonwoo’s amused gaze. “well shit, they got us there.” you say with a smirk, showing him the comment. he chuckles, pressing a teasing kiss to your shoulder. “looks like we were too obvious,” he says, his tone playful.

without missing a beat, wonwoo gently cups your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours. you melt into the kiss, feeling a surge of connection and contentment as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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audisive · 6 months

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♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

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heartkaji · 5 days

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suna rintarou’s the type of guy to comment “my girl prettier” under random thirst traps of girls he sees on his for you page.

and you hate when he does it. not because you’re mad that he’s even interacting with the videos in the first place, but because it’s just so fucking embarassing.

“rin, you do realize you can just scroll past, right ?”

suna rintarou drags a lazy palm up your bare stomach. “nah,” he mumbles into your hair, “gotta let the whole world know i’m dating the baddest b of them all.”

“you’re so embarrassing.”

he kisses your hair, a small grin tugging at his lips. you roll your eyes as you encounter suna in yet another comment section, this time writing ‘looked at my girl and smiled.’ you flick his cheek & he dips his head to place his lips on your neck. “i love you too.”

bear in mind that his comments are always replied to with ‘nobody asked’ or ‘and the crowd…doesn’t care ?’ but frankly suna doesn’t care either. you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and the whole wide world (or the entire comment section at least) will know it.

this is you and suna i fear

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c0llisiion · 8 months

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NEED TO KNOW — j.jk

★Pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

★genre: smut

★: older!jk, dads bestfriend!jk , oral (giving and receiving ) , unprotected sex , reader has a crush on jk, bachelor!jk, big dick jk, size kink kinda, hair pulling, gagging, slapping, pervert jk , dry humping , anal play , degradation, name calling, nicknames - lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 4,395

A/N: remember that time I mentioned a jk fic that i was writing? This is that fic. Literally put this on hold for 2 months and finished writing it last night 😭 anyways enjoy!!

.02 <3

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

“But i dont wannnnaaaaa goooooo!..” you whined as you declined your dad’s offer to go to his big company party. “Sweetheart this is a huge deal for me …” your dad countered. “… more over, mr.jeon is going to be there ..!” Your ears perked up at the mention of Mr. Jeon. The tall, tatted bachelor with his piercings and built body, who has been your dad’s best friend since his college days.

Since you were a teenager, you have had the biggest crush on him. He was perfect in every way. He was older. More wiser. Handsome. Just your type. The initial infatuation was small, but as you grew into your adult years, it grew stronger.

You were starting to dream about him. Not even the usual kind. Wet dreams.

He grew older like fine wine. Body covered in beautiful art. Built like an actual Greek god.

Surprisingly, he was not yet married, even though he was well off in his late 40s. He used to say 'no woman has ever caught my attention' when someone mentioned him still being single at his age—from what you've heard.

Your dad and him, being business partners, frequently bring him to your home. Always hanging out at the bar or in your dad’s study. You capitalized on these small visits and began attempting to attract his attention. Whenever he came over, you started hanging out at the bar. Offering to make him special drinks. Talking about his interests , which you found out through intense stalking just to impress him. wearing revealing clothes, buying him his favorite food and snacks whenever you visit his office to pick up something for your father. You got very close to him. Your obsession with him became stronger because he seemed so nonchalant about your little tactics. The worst thing you have ever done was hire someone to break off one of his relationships. Only you were meant for him. No one else.

Hearing your father say that he would be there was another opportunity to impress him. You shot up. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS BEFORE???” You say as you rummage into your closet for the perfect dress. Your father believed that your attraction to Jungkook was innocent and similar to that of a child. You had always said you hated the smell of alcohol, so he thought it was strange for you to start hanging out at the bar. Despite noticing many changes, he dismissed them as 'innocence', so he expected you to join him if he mentioned Jungkook. He left your room with a satisfied smile on his lips. You finally found the dress. A satin spaghetti strap dress in black, his favorite color, with a dangerously low open back. The dress was revealing when you put it on; the side of your boob was peeking out, but it hugged your curves perfectly. As the time got closer, you finished up spraying on your most expensive perfume, taking a final look at yourself before leaving.

The party was classy. A huge venue with what appeared to be millions of waiters with champagne. Upon entering the venue with your family, your eyes immediately searched for Jungkook. It wasn't long before you spotted him in the middle of a small group. He seemed to notice your family and hurried towards all of you without delay. As he got closer, your heart was beating fast. “Hey hey! My man!” He said taking your dad into a tight hug. “You could have come a bit more later!” He said sarcastically, taking a jab at your dad’s late-coming habit. “Don't blame me! This one took too long!” Your dad exclaimed, hugging you by your side. Jungkook’s eyes landed on you. He stared you down. Taking in each and every curve, his eyes eventually landed on your chest before he looked at your face and smiled. “So glad you came! You look gorgeous tonight.” He said, taking in your hand and kissing the back of your palm slowly, in a sensual way, while deeply staring into your eyes. He pulled away and rubbed the skin with his thumb before giving you a smirk. You felt your insides melt and your brain malfunction at his simple gesture. You were frozen in place and didn’t know what to do. You shyly backed away and looked down , trying to hide your wide smile with your bangs, which Jungkook took notes on.

Time flew by as you watched Jungkook speak in front of the huge crowd with charisma and confidence. One of his best traits. He always caught everyone’s attention with his choice of words and tone. It was embarrassing for you to admit that, but it turned you on. Your legs were crossed, rubbing your thighs together from time to time, and no one seemed to notice, except for Jungkook, of course. He eyed you every time you made a small movement.

All the speeches and boring talks concluded, which made you run out onto the balcony for some fresh air. You stared off into the distance, thinking about what Jungkook had done to you earlier. Was it platonic? Was he just being nice? Does he have feeli- “did all those old men bore you out?” Jungkook was behind you. His voice husky. His lip and eyebrow piercing, shining under the moonlight. You were caught off guard and turned around to see ‘your man', “mr.jeon! Ugh you scared me!” You said dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. He gets closer with a charming smile on his face and hands in his pockets. “My apologies. I didn't mean to scare you!” He let out a soft chuckle. “How is your night going?” He asked you. “Hm? Oh good i guess, it’s kinda boring, but i would do anything for my father..” He chuckled and gave you a side eye. “For your father? Really?” it seemed like he knew the real reason why you were here in the first place. “Wdym really? I love my dad!” You said in a playful, offended tone. He chuckled once again. “Fine fine! I know how much you adore him.” You sighed softly and smiled.

“I like that dress on you. It suits you a lot.” He said while eyeing you. You blushed at his compliment, looking down and fiddling with your acrylic nails. “Thank you..” you mumbled under your breath. You feel him getting closer to you. “Sorry? I didn’t hear you, sweetheart.” His hands were on your hips, squeezing them softly. You froze in place. Heart beating faster. Your legs threatening to fall. His hands creeped towards your ass. Groping it softly, not wanting to seem too pushy. “Mr.jeon…-“ you let out a shaky whimper at his touch. “It’s jungkook for you, doll.” He said leaning in closer to your ears. He took a huge sniff of your neck and hair. “Thierry mugler alien eau de parfum? You have good taste.” He said while softly chuckling in your ears before pulling away. He lifted your chin so you can look at him. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you stared into his intoxicating eyes. “What did you want to say earlier?” You gulped before speaking up. “Thank you… jungkook.” He smiled at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. His hands went under your ears, caressing the soft skin gently. Your eyes widened, and you just stood there. “I’ll see you around okay?” He said smiling before he left. You were standing put, like a statue, your limbs refusing to move.

A few days went by, and you were still processing whatever happened with jungkook that night. His kiss. The way his hands caressed your body. His little nicknames. It was just too much to process. You didn’t see or hear much from jungkook since that day. There were small interactions, but he seemed to ignore you each time. You were starting to get worried. What happened? What did you do wrong? Did you fuck up? Does he hate you?. You never stopped overthinking.

One morning, you heard the familiar voice of Jungkook from the kitchen, laughing and giggling with your father. You quickly put on your clothes and dolled up, still hoping to impress him, before you went downstairs. “Ah! She’s finally awake! We were just talking about you!” Your father exclaimed. You observed jungkook as he sat on the kitchen island and ate what appeared to be lucky charms. His favorite cereal. He glanced at you briefly before turning away. You felt your heart shatter. After all that he did? Is this the way he treats you? . You walked past him and got yourself a glass of orange juice. “Did you sleepwell princess?” Your father inquired. Jungkook was still not looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the newspaper in front of him. “Yeah yeah i did.” You said putting on a fake smile. “Oh!” Your father exclaimed as he heard his phone ring. “Excuse me.” He said before rushing out of the kitchen.

You glared at jungkook and gulped down your orange juice before dropping the glass onto the table. Jungkook noticed your action, which made him put his newspaper aside and walk towards you. “What’s wrong?” He inquired, leaning onto the island. “Hmph!” You huffed, turning around. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Come onnn! Tell me.” He said while hugging your waist from the back. You let out a heavy sigh before turning back around. “What did I do wrong? Why do you keep doing this to me?” You asked. “Doing what?” “Are you seriously going to act like you don’t know?” You said folding your arms. Jungkook had a confused look on his face. “You are ignoring me damn it!” “Ohhhhh! About that! I just didn’t have anything to say.” He said shrugging. You rolled your eyes at him. “Admit it, Jungkook, you just want to play with my feelings. You don’t care about me. You never did.” You let it all out. It was weird for you to act like this, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jungkooks eyes darkened, and he stared at you. You gulp. “You think I don’t care about you? Me? Not caring about you? You think i come to your house almost every other day for your father?” He said while pushing you down onto the island. He turned you around and hugged you close to his body; you could feel his clothed hard dick on your pussy. You shudder when he slowly grinds his hips into your behind. “Ya feel that doll? Thats how you got me everyday..” he said whispering into your ears. His free hand found your right tit before he gave it a squeeze. Tugging the thin white fabric of your crop top down to expose your hardened nipple. You hear him darkly chuckle in your ear before giving the sensitive bud a squeeze. His hips never seemed to stop as he continued dry-humping you. You felt yourself involuntarily lowering yourself on the island, pushing your ass back into him for more stimulation. He immediately pulls away, leaving you weak and clenching around absolutely nothing. You whined, turning around to face him with pleading eyes. “What?” He scoffed at how desperate you were. He got closer and fixed your shirt. He didn’t say anything and just rubbed your shoulders down before walking away.

A while later, you were napping in your bedroom. It was not uncommon for you to take naps in between the day since you were basically unemployed and didn’t have much to do, and you also needed one after what happened with jungkook.

All the blinds were shut, leaving the room completely dark. It was silent; the only sound that was heard was the faint noise of the air conditioner. You were in deep sleep and didn’t notice or hear Jungkook entering your room. You felt the bed sink next to you before you felt a cold hand on your hip. His hands, kneading the soft flesh of your ass before it grazed around your desperate cunt. You whine when you feel his fingers touch and draw circles on your sensitive part. “Shh..” he shushed you before pressing onto your pussy. He chuckles at how quickly you got wet. Your mouth was agape, soft grunts escaping every second. He slowly pushed you onto your stomach, climbing on top of you before pulling your pink panties to the side.

It was dark, and he couldn’t see much, but he could feel how soaked you were. He spread your cheeks and lowered his mouth down onto your cunt, sucking on it. Your eyes shot open, heavy breathing as you turned around to see the man of your dreams eat you out from behind. “Ju-jungkook..?” He shut you up by lapping his tongue over your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, your head falling sideways, already drooling even though he barely started. He lifted your ass up using his strong hands, making you arch your back. He dropped his head lower and started sucking on your clit, his big nose pressing into your soaking pussy. You grabbed a handful of his hair from behind and pushed him closer. He hummed into your pussy, making you gasp for air. Loud slurping and squelching sounds, along with his groans and your moans, echoed throughout the room. You were seeing stars. The way his mouth ate you out and the feeling of his cold lip ring on your pussy were beyond comprehensible. Your heart started beating faster as you felt your body warm up, and a knot formed in your abdomen. Jungkook took notes on your body language and pulled away. You cried out when you lost contact.

He leaned in and switched on one of your bed lights, finally giving the room some light. He observed your body. Your ass was still up, your pussy glistening with his spit and your arousal. It was clenching and unclenching around nothing. He let out a scoff before turning you around. Your face already looked fucked out. Tears painted your cheeks, and drool was all over your mouth. He hovered over you, placing a hand on the headboard. He used his other hand to wipe your face clean. “We have gotten ourselves a good hour; better make this quick, alright?” You nodded softly and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a soft and tender kiss. He kissed you back and hugged you closely to his body. His hands went under your tee, squeezing your tit. You whined into the kiss. “You are so sensitive, sweetheart…” he mumbled. You break off the kiss and cup his face. “Jungkook… want more..” He tilted his head to the side and stared at you. He put on a smirk before standing at the foot of the bed.

He took off his pullover, revealing his tatted arms and toned abs and pecs. The soft bed light that was illuminating the room was able to capture every detail of his body. You stare. Hand in between your legs, squeezed shut. You bit your lip softly before your eyes met his. He gestured for you to come closer, which made you crawl to him. Your face was now right in front of his hard dick. You could see the bulge growing. His hand went behind your head, grasping your hair gently. You looked up at him with your doe eyes, which instantly made him fold, but he kept his composure. He gave you a nod, pushing your head closer to his crotch. Your nose nudged the bulge before your greedy fingers hastily unzipped his pants. Your eyes widened when his cock sprung out and hit his stomach. He was big. Girthy. The tip was red, and you could see his precum peaking from the slit. Without wasting time, you took a stripe from the base of his dick until the tip before you sucked on it. He hissed at the feeling of your plump lips sucking on his sensitive tip. He was starting to get impatient and pushed your head down, filling your mouth even though he was only half way in. You looked at him with teary eyes as you choked around his girth. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. His other hand caressed your cheek, pushing himself further down your throat. You could feel him. Your jaws were hurting, and you grabbed onto his hips for stability. Your throat spasmed around his cock. He noticed how you were kinda struggling. “Better make me feel good, okay? I want that throat to show me what it got.” With that, he started thrusting into your mouth. You started choking and gagging around his length, which just turned him on even more.

He yanked your head off of his cock. A string of pre cum and saliva connected your lips and his cock head. You looked up at him and whined, wanting his dick to stuff your mouth again. He bent down to your level before licking your chin clean, swallowing the mixture before speaking to you. “On your knees and hands, baby girl." You obliged immediately, taking off your flimsy tee before throwing your ass in the air and arching your back for him. You felt the bed dip behind you, and jungkooks long dick landed on your ass, slowly grinding through the sheer panties.His wet cock making it translucent. You whimpered, already feeling yourself getting hotter. “You are such a dumbslut.” He lowly chuckled.

“You think it wasn’t obvious?” He removed your skirt and ripped your panties. You gasp at his sudden action. “All these skimpy skirts and tops.. and just when I'm around? Were you that desperate, princess ?” He said while pushing his cockhead into your sopping hole.

You let out a loud moan; his tip was enough to stretch you out. “Not gonna lie… i was very flattered” gripping your ass cheeks as he slowly pushed further, letting you adjust to his size. He continued. “I only kept my cool because you were my best friend's daughter, but—holy shit-“ he gets cut off as you clench around his length, tears already dripping down your face. Your mind fogging up. You were constantly letting out soft moans and whimpers as he slowly bottomed down into you. “Woah there-“ he chuckled. “im not even half way in sweetheart” he said while grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. You looked at him with teary eyes. Lips quivering. He smirked before kissing your cheek. He let go of your hair and pushed your head down into the pillow using his hand. The other hand was on your hip as he finally pushed all the way in. “Since you are begging for it— ” you let out a loud scream as he filled you to the brim.

Although it was painful, the pleasure made you forget about the pain. you felt warm spit fall on your pussy as he starts moving. “Gon’ fuck you silly, alright? Isn’t that what you wanted? Getting dicked down by your father's friend? What a whore…” You nodded incoherently. A loud cry left your lips as his hips thrust into you harshly. His pace was slow, but the way he thrust in was so... Your body was moving forward with every thrust. Sounds of wet skin slapping echoed through your room. You were not able to focus on anything. His pace increased, and so did the harshness of his thrust. You clenched around him, making him fall forward. He caged your tiny body under his larger one. “Fuck babygirl.. you are gonna rip my dick off..” he chuckled. “Jungk-kook… feels too good…” you managed to blabber out as he fucked into you like a madman. “Yeah? you like that? You liked getting fucked by older men, dont you sweatheart?” You whined as his large hands gripped your hair.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This man has seen you grow up. He has been there since you were a baby.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds…” he said while landing a tight slap on your ass, reddening the area almost immediately. You gasped and whimpered, letting out a loud pornographic moan as Jungkook hit a specific spot. His other hand found your swollen clit and started drawing rough circles on it. Pinching and tugging the abused nub. Your legs trembled, and your moans got louder. “F-fuck! Jungkook…don’t s-stop! Feels so good!” You babbled. Jungkooks eyes were focused on your pussy. The way you took in his length. Your milky white cream coated his entire length, collecting at the base of his cock.

He stopped thrusting in you for a moment. You whined as you felt him suddenly stop. Jungkook smirked before leaning over and whispering in your ears. “Fuck yourself on me, doll.” You cried in defeat. Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to start moving. You gulped before slowly rocking your body forward and backward. You could feel his every inch penetrating the insides of your gummy walls. His large tip hitting your cervix over and over again. “Thats all you can do? Wow.. so pathetic..” he scoffed. You shook your head furiously and started going faster. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan as he watched your ass ripple. “Play with that little clit of yours.” He commanded. You reached down in between your legs, finding the sensitive nub almost immediately. You slowly rubbed your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned out as the stimulation of your pussy and clit was getting overwhelming. You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Mouth in a soft ‘o’ shape and eyes crossed as his cock hit your gspot every time you moved in and out. Jungkook was in a different world. His eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat dripped down his neck. He was close to cumming just by seeing you fuck yourself on him.

His hands spread your ass cheeks, before a glob of spit landed on your asshole. You shuddered and panicked, stopping for a moment. “J-jungko-?” “Just focus on fucking yourself; everything is going to be alright…” he reassured you. You nodded before going back. His long fingers toyed with your rim. You grunt when you feel his fingers prod into your asshole. “Shh- shh.. youre safe .. jus’ wan’ try something new..” You gulped and shut your eyes tightly as his fingers ventured further into your asshole. He shoved three of his fingers into you, making you moan out loud. “Fuckkkkk- so tight…” he whispered. You melt and crumble when you feel his fingers move inside of you. You buried your head in your pillow, muffling out any unholy noise.

Your pussy and asshole clenched around his fingers and dick, making him groan. “So damn sensitive… has any guy fucked you, this good princess?” You shake your head. “N-no sir …” Jungkook shot up at the name. His fingers increasing in speed. You let out choked-out moans and cries as his fingers curled inside your asshole. “Say that again, will ya?” His other hand found your hips and started stretching your pussy out again. “Please.. f-fuck me harder… sir.” That was all it took to make Jungkook go feral. His cock left your pussy and was immediately shoved inside your sensitive ass. Your eyes shot out, and you couldn’t make any noise as you looked back at jungkook with tears rolling down your cheeks. He pinned your wrists behind your back before moving in and out. He struggled, initially. curse him for not stretching you out more, but his cream-coated cock provided enough lube for him to start pounding into you smoothly. “Shits so fucking tight- gah-“ your lips quivered and legs trembled as Jungkook fucked into you with great strength.

You screamed out, finally getting your voice back after he fully plunged his cock into you. Your cunt was leaking arousal, dripping down your thighs. Jungkook didnt seem to stop. His heavy, cum-filled balls were slapping against your pussy. “Jungkoook…- its too- too much!” You cried out. “Take it. You are a big girl. Take it like a big girl. I know you fucking can. Look at your little ass sucking me in. So good. So fucking good.” He pulled your body back and pounded into you. Your face was a mess. You cried and moaned like a bitch in heat every time he filled you to the brim. You felt your orgasm approaching as the feeling of the familiar knot in your stomach began growing. “Jung-jungkook- gon’ cum…” you whined. “Go on princess… be a good girl and cum all over me..” you nodded weakly, focusing on reaching your high. Jungkook flipped you over, laying you down on your back. His hands pushed your legs up against your chest. You were in ecstasy as the new position had you seeing stars. You observed Jungkook's sweaty body and fucked-out face.

A slap was landed on your glistening, sopping pussy before two fingers were shoved inside them. His thumb stimulating your clit. “Ngh- oh fuck- jungkook m’ so close…!” Your eyebrows were knit together, and sweat dripped down your face. The overstimulation getting too intense. Both his hips and hands increased their pace, determined to help you reach your high. You saw white as Jungkook pressed down on your sensitive bud. Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy and landed on his abdomen. You screamed as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Yeah.. just like that.. so dirty.. you are such a dirty little girl..” Jungkook's movements got sloppier. Your orgasm turned him on by a mile, and he was close to cumming himself. You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, not noticing that he had slipped out of you and was furiously jerking himself off. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out all over your body. Coating your stomach and your boobs. You moan as you feel his hot cum land on your body, taking the mixture in your shaky fingers and licking it off while staring into his eyes. Jungkook smirked at you with half-lidded eyes.

“My dirty little girl."

A/N: HEHE THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGG! how was it tho? This would have been a stepcest fic but i changed my mind in the middle 🙁💔 im currently writing fics from my inbox! You can send in your rqs <3

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