Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.
This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.
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minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies youâhe remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.
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FEATURING;Â minghao x f!reader
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 WORD COUNT; 4.4k words
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 TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)
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 WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic
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 NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c
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SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk
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In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.
"How many kids do you want in the future?"
"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."
It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first postedâa reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.
It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.
Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.
"I don't really want to have kids..."
You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.
Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in wavesâas if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.
Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chestâa tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.
"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."
For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. Butâ"
Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lipsâone that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.
"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"
That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."
It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.
But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.
One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a whileâJoshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.
Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.
It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.
The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.
But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.
It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.
Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.
It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.
But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearmentânearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.
Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.
What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.
Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.
It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.
"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."
The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.
It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.
"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.
Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"
He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.
But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.
"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."
The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.
While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.
But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.
"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"
It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.
While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the childrenâMinghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.
So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.
As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.
It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.
"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"
For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.
"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.
"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."
Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actionsâeven from his stare alone.
"And what do you think it is that I want?"
"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."
God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.
It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living roomâcups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.
He's rightfully nervousâhands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.
With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.
"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admitsâhitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."
It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.
Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.
What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.
"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."
"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"
"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"
Oh. Oh.
"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kidsâ"
"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"
He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."
"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.
"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."
The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.
"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.
"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"
Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"
"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."
"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"
"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."
Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.
"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your handâpressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."
Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"
"Hey, like I saidâ"
"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"
The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.
Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Then I want that, too."
Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.
For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe toďżź stop taking the pills at this point in your life.
Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest albumâone where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.
And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.
But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.
"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"
With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"
He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."
Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.
He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.
The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal waveâinevitable, inescapable.
(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)
The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.
Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cuntâfilling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.
"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."
"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.
"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."
You preen at his praiseâno matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.
Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few momentsârefractory period be damnedâbefore gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.
"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."
"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."
"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of youâeven your kids."
Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.
Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.
The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into youâthe weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.
"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"
You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"
"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."
"W-Wait, Iâ"
Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clitâlathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.
He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.
So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no timeâmuffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.
"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."
Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long asâf-fuckâyou'll always be mine."
You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.
It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.
"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."
"Y/N, we're already married."
"I don't see how that's a problem."
As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.
Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.
⢠end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)
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pairing: wonwoo x reader
summary:Â being two of the most popular streamers across the board, your subscribers often speculate if your constant bickering with wonwoo has some underlying pretense. little did they know, the two of you have everything on display on a single, unsuspecting twitter account.Â
word count: 10.3k words
tags:Â fuck buddies, not quite enemies to lovers but it's the thought that counts, streamer!wonwoo, streamer!reader, attempt at humor, smut
warnings: wonwoo n reader run a shared porn account bc they're filthy like that, alcohol consumption, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)
notes:Â thank you sm for giving the teaser some love! this was just supposed to be pwp filth but...it grew itself a plot :| it also has some valorant jargon here and there but i'll come clean and say i've never played a second of that game my entire life LMAO
this is part of the game over series!
smut tags:Â sex tapes, unprotected sex, degradation, daddy kink, hard dom wonwoo, choking, overstimulation, aftercare
additional notes for the chat names!
texts: đâ⏠(ww), đ (reader)
discord:Â W0nwoo (ww), Koyahngi (reader)
twitch:Â everyone_woo (ww), Koyahngi (reader)
taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @seoksoop - @hanieb - @dreamhannies - @renjunphile - @thvhannie - @sysymei
Wonwoo doesnât make it a habit to watch your streams for two reasons.Â
The first is because youâre one of his tightest competitors in the streamer market. Giving you even a single view means that heâs contributing to your rise in popularity, which is very much detrimental to both Wonwooâs pride and his career.Â
Not that someone who only plays boring, open-world games can easily dethrone one of the most renowned competitive players on the platform, but he learned the hard way to never underestimate the charms of a cute girl who knows her way around both technology and the wallets of her subscribers. Â
The second reason isâŚsomewhat related to the first.
Theyâre all hanging out in Seungcheolâs apartment when Vernon opens up a Twitch stream to watch. Wonwoo is in the middle of a petty but intense Fruit Ninja competition with Mingyu on their phones, so he doesnât get to see which streamer heâs watching. Vernon is the type that likes to give newbies a chance, though, so at that moment, Wonwoo couldnât really care less.
But when he hears a familiar, high-pitched voice dish out her opening tagline for every stream, even Mingyu notices the way Wonwoo's face scrunches up with distaste.
âCanât believe you pulled a Koyahngi and Chill while Wonwooâs in the same room,â Seungcheol laughs when he returns with some beer. âWe all know heâs allergic to the sound of her voice.âÂ
âHey, I think itâs cute,â Vernon says. âHer outfit is, too. Look.â
Wonwoo, still stewing in his annoyance, doesn't move an inch, while Mingyu scoots closerâglancing over Vernonâs shoulder before letting out a wolf whistle.
âI really donât see the benefit to playing Stardew Valley in maid-cat girl fusion cosplay, but at least sheâs still in themeâoh, shit.â
Seungcheol looks at him once he settles himself on the sofa as well. âWhatâs wrong?â
âMy phone died while I was in the middle of a game,â Mingyu whines. âWonwoo-hyung, lemme borrow yours. We still havenât decided whoâs buying takeout tonight.â
While Wonwoo wouldâve normally responded by scoffing at Mingyu to just borrow a charger from Seungcheol, he completely ignores himâstern eyes glued to his phone as he types away at rapid speed. The moment he hits send, Wonwoo hears a soft chime ring over Koyahngiâs lo-fi background music.Â
You pause for a moment from whatever introductory segment you have planned and tell your viewers youâre just going to answer a text. Wonwooâs friends are none the wiser when he receives a reply the moment you put your phone back down and interact with the chat.
đââŹ: What did I say about wearing that outfit?
đ: hmm, canât remember :P
Fucking brat.
âHyung?â Mingyu calls out after emerging from Seungcheolâs roomâpresumably to hunt for a chargerâwhen he spots Wonwoo already halfway to the door. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âFriendâs having set-up problems. He texted me asking if I could come over and take a look,â he reasons calmly as he slips his shoes back on. âIâll head back here once Iâm done.âÂ
Seungcheol pouts at him. âYou better! Mingyu over here told us youâve been busy with some girl, thatâs why you couldn't hang out with the boys anymore.â
Vernon glances behind him to shoot Wonwoo an incredulous stare. âWonwoo-hyung? With a girl? Youâre not just making stuff up, right?âÂ
Mingyu immediately springs into action, blabbering something about how Wonwoo isnât the heartless prude people thought he was, but Wonwoo really doesnât give two shits about how his friends perceived his sex life. In fact, he was more interested in whatâs playing on the screen of Vernonâs iPadâthe view now unobstructed because the youngest has deigned to move away.
Again, the second reason why Wonwoo doesnât watch your streams is related to the first.Â
Youâre literally his tightest competitor, but when he sees you all dolled up in your stupid fucking catgirl outfits, heâs suddenly no different from the degenerates vying for your attention in the chat.
And there is nothing else that Wonwoo hates more than being thrown off his game like that.
Funnily enough, heâs reminded of the very thing that started this constant back-and-forth heâs been toeing around with you for a better part of the year when he slips into the driverâs seat of his car. Just before he can drop his phone into one of the cup holders on the middle console, a Twitter notification lights up on screen.Â
Wonwoo wouldâve thought it was from the account dedicated to interacting with his viewers outside of streams. Heâs got a decent number of followers there after all. Except the notifications for his official Twitter account have long been muted because of the massive online traction his tweets gain everyday.Â
No, this oneâs from another account entirely.
He feels no shame, opening up the most recent video you put up. What he does feel is a sick sort of pride at the sheer amount of engagement that the video received overnightâthose faceless Twitter accounts in the replies looking for other desperate fucks to recreate it with.Â
This is one of Wonwooâs favorites. Part of the select few that he actually deigned to keep hidden in the gallery of his phone forâŚfuture use. He can barely contain his own heady arousal as he watches the same clip he took with his own camera the previous night.Â
Those desperate little noises you made. The way your body writhed while getting a good dicking down. And how you were so fucking eager to slide Wonwooâs cock back inside your cunt after having him cum all over your tits.Â
Seeing you wearing the same goddamn fishnet bodysuit beneath your stupid maid costume on the stream not only made him pop a hard-on in the middle of boysâ night, but also called for drastic interventions, so to speak.
đââŹ: Finish up that stream asap. Iâll be there in 20.Â
đ: fuck you, i just started 5 minutes ago
đââŹ: You know I donât like it when you talk back, right?
đ: fine
đââŹ: What?
đ: âŚyes, daddy
đââŹ: Thatâs what I thought.
It all began during a relatively harmless Discord call between their circle friends.Â
Hanging out with other streamers isnât such a foreign concept to Wonwoo. If you live in the same apartment as renowned social butterfly Kim Mingyu, youâre bound to get roped into his goings-on anyway, so Wonwoo relents every timeâtelling himself thereâs no harm in meeting a bunch of new people, as long as they arenât shitty teammates in-game.
Tonight, though, itâs Vernon who brings a new face to their server, and their Discord tag is something that Wonwoo recognizes almost immediately.
âHey,â says one Koyahngi#0000, sounding a lot different than Wonwoo remembers. âItâs nice to meet you guys. Vernon said I could come hang out.â
The others in the voice call greet you with varying degrees of enthusiasmâfrom Jihoonâs mirrored but relaxed âheyâ, to Soonyoungâs immediate invitation to team up with him on a new FPS game theyâre trying out for the night.
As if having the same train of thought as Wonwoo, someone immediately pings him from the private server he shares with Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Vernonâone that Mingyu pathetically named as GAM3 BO1s. Wonwoo is quick to click on it more to eliminate the annoying red ping notification than anything else.
Min6yu: hey isnât she the new streamer who always gets on wonu-hyungâs nerves
Min6yu: bc her voice is always soâŚsqueaky
Min6yu: @W0nwoo
5coups: hasnât it occurred to u that maybe thatâs just part of the online persona
5coups: i think the reason why wonwoo is annoyed is bc sheâs stealing his brand
5coups: you know, as the government-assigned twitch cat
V3rnon: you guys arenât seriously talking about the person i invited in a server iâm also a part of, rightâŚ
5coups: gotta live with it, vern. you know gyu is the town gossip
W0nwoo: can we talk about this later?
W0nwoo: i canât be the only one hearing soonyoung wailing in the call because weâre taking too long to form teams
The first few rounds progress exactly as Wonwoo envisioned them to beâwith you being a constant dead weight to Soonyoungâs team, as Wonwooâs comes out victorious each time. But it seems that the only person remotely miffed by your presence is Wonwoo, as everyone else in the call would resort to saying things like, thatâs alright, youâll get better with practice or come hang out with us more often so you can get used to it!Â
Wonwoo isnât a fan of the latter, but if the tides of favor are pitted against him, twelve to one, he canât just overrule the majority like that.Â
Of course, he doesnât have a personal vendetta against newbies. Thatâs where everyone starts. Back in high school, Wonwoo used to be so bad at aiming his shots in FPS that Mingyu wouldnât talk to him for an entire day because Wonwoo inadvertently embarrassed him in front of some girl he was trying to get with at the time.Â
But thereâs justâŚsomething about you that ticks him off.
You arenât even using that pick-me-girl voice you typically do on your streams whenever youâre in a voice call with them, but itâs like youâre playing badly on purpose just so his friends could coo and coddle you. Wonwoo seems to be the only one who can see straight through the farce, and he doesnât know how to fucking deal with it.
Or maybe he shouldnât have to deal with it. He can just suck it up whenever one of his friends invites you to play games or fuck around in a Discord call. Itâs not like anyoneâs holding Wonwoo at gunpoint to interact with you.Â
Except one day, Jeonghan thought it would be a wonderful idea to have a quote-unquote friendly Valorant competition on-stream.Â
Wonwoo isnât as opposed to it at first. These little contests have always been a constant since they all started gaming years and years ago. Chan, Minghao, and Jun left the call a bit early for some prior commitments, which means the opposing team would be Jeonghan, Joshua, Woozi, Seokmin, and Seungkwan. Should be easy enough.
But just when Wonwoo thought heâd be playing with his usual Valorant team consisting of Seungcheol, Mingyu, Vernon, and Soonyoung, heâs presented with a bit of a surprise.
âWhat?â Wonwoo blurts out of instinct once the news that youâre going to be replacing Soonyoung for todayâs stream reaches his ears. âWhatâs wrong with Soonyoung?â
Jeonghan tuts at him in the call. âNow, Wonwoo-ah. Werenât you the one who suggested switching things up every now and again? Youâre the only one who seems miffed at the idea of getting to play alongside our new friend over here.â
âYeah, and thereâs a new banner coming out tonight in this gacha game Iâm playing,â Soonyoung quips. âIâve been sponsored with a fuck ton of cash to use on summons, so I gotta do the rolls live. Actually, Iâm gonna head out now. Good luck!â
The moment Soonyoung leaves the call, youâre all-too quick to jump into the spotlight.
âDonât worry, Wonwoo, Iâll try not to drag you down too much,â you tell him, and Wonwoo startles at the sound of your voice speaking to him directly. âYou might have to carry me a little, though~â
He doesnât like the idea of letting you have the last word, but Wonwoo would rather not antagonize you right before a joint stream with his buddies. Even if you seem to thrive off pushing his buttons whether knowingly or unknowingly, he has enough tact to keep things civil, especially in the middle of a voice call.Â
At least, thatâs the plan until all of you are several rounds into the first game.
âDo you have some sort of grudge against me?â Wonwoo mutters into his mic as his agent dies for the nth time on stream, while youâhaving played Sage since the beginningâstand over him without doing a single thing. âYou havenât tried to resurrect me even once.â
The jeering laughter of his other friends on the call inadvertently pisses him off, but the sound of you simpering is what makes his blood pressure rise into dangerous levels. âOh? Sorry, I kind of forgot how Sageâs abilities work. My bad!âÂ
âThis is our twentieth round,â he reminds you, eye twitching with annoyance. âAnd you literally just resurrected Cheol, like, a minute ago.â
âMaybe she doesnât want to waste her ult on scrubs who canât dodge headshots,â Mingyu snorts and Wonwoo has to keep himself from getting up from his chair just to give his best friend in the other room a knuckle sandwich. âI dunno if Wonwoo-hyungâs just terrible today or if Seungkwan actually got better at using sniper guns, but this is the most fun weâve had in a while.â
âSpeak for yourself, asshole,â Wonwoo grunts.
He can hear Seungkwan laugh as well. âItâs a compliment, but that somehow still feels like an insultâwhoa! Shua-hyung, Vernonâs planting a spike inââ
Before Seungkwan can even finish the sentence, his agent is swiftly annihilated by yours from behindâmaking quick work of Joshua, who was hiding behind a cargo holder while youâre at it, too. Wonwoo can hear Jihoon belting out a string of very colorful language that Jeonghan might have to edit out once he cross-posts the stream on YouTube. But with all agents from their team having been eliminated, the twentieth round inevitably goes to Wonwooâs team.Â
Normally, Wonwoo wouldâve been glad to celebrate his teamâs victory, even if he was hard-carried for an entire round because of some careless choices early on. But the fact that his best friends are all-too enthusiastic with that last play you made did his peace of mind no favors.
âSee, we told you youâd get better with practice,â Mingyu says, and Wonwoo would honestly like to digress.
Youâve never been bad at FPS. Thatâs just what you wanted everyone to think, so the moment you finally made groundbreaking plays, all attention would magnetize solely on you. Not that heâs been much of a glutton for the spotlight, though. Wonwoo simply despises people with hidden agendas, no matter how harmless, and the fact that heâs the only one who realizes this makes it even worse.
It doesnât help that he has a hunch that whatever blatant dislike he has for you, is very much reciprocated on your end.
Your friends assumed the constant bickering you had with Wonwoo during these streams is nothing but good-natured banter at the end of the day.
However, Wonwoo knows much, much better that this is more than just to boost the viewer engagement because of how entertaining it is to watch the two of you argue about the smallest things. (Typical âeveryone_woo and Koyahngi catfightâ, as Soonyoung horrifically dubbed it.)Â
There has to be something he can do to make you see yourself out of their circle as soon as possible. Pretending you donât exist just wonât work anymore because: 1.) Wonwoo is very, very easy to get a rise out of and; 2.) You always seem to go out of your way just to fuck with him every chance you get.Â
He needs to get rid of you, stat.
Donât misunderstand, though. Jeon Wonwoo isnât some sort of vengeful person who makes it his lifeâs goal to break you off from their circle entirely. Itâs not like heâs actively looking for some dirt on you so he could finally make his idiot friends see the light about your real personality. He kind of just hopes that karma would do its thing without requiring Wonwoo to lift a single finger.
Eventually, that does sort of happen. Just not in the way he ever wouldâve expected.
Wonwoo isnât particularly fond of using Twitter. Aside from the fact that he doesnât have much to say for his followers to see, the things that appear on his timeline can be a bitâŚquestionable.Â
From threads justifying that everyone_woo and min6yu_k have been dating since middle school, hereâs why to the blatant Twitter porn that his other, more degenerate streamer friends keep bringing onto his feed with their likesâWonwoo is yet to have a pleasant experience with the stupid app. He mostly just uses it to post stream schedules ahead of time, and thank the occasional follower when they make nice cat-themed merch for Wonwoo to see.
Wonwoo doesnât know what compelled him to scroll through the dumpster fire that is his Twitter timeline on this specific day, at this specific hour. When he has nothing better to do, he usually just channels the boredom into working out.Â
But today is more of a lazy day, and Wonwoo wants nothing more than to lounge on his gaming chair while waiting for something interesting to pop up. Why heâs expecting such a thing on Twitter is beyond him, but heâs already here anyways, right?
About five minutes through his infinite scrolling, it finally pops up.Â
Itâs another porn video liked by this guy he collaborated with for a Twitch event onceâa ratherâŚpromiscuous person named Johnny. Now that he thinks about it, Johnny seems to be the main source of all the NSFW content popping up in Wonwooâs feed, and he considers soft blocking him for a due timeline cleanse altogether.Â
But when Wonwoo finally reads the caption attached to the videoâŚ
đ â˘Â @_asd624915
pov: youâre fucking k0y4hng1 from behind đ¤¤
He scoffs the moment he finishes reading it, attempting to just block both the person who posted the video and Johnny at the same time. But what catches Wonwooâs eye is the red neon setting of the scandalous clip.Â
Wonwoo doesnât have to watch your streams to be familiar with the trademark neon red lights you had set up inside your gaming room. The streamer portrait at the bottom corner of your screen always contrasted with the games you played, and it was sort of an eyesore sometimes.Â
As the degen who tweeted it described, the girl in the video is being railed from behind while her partner films the entire thing with his phone. Wonwoo couldnât make out any other details because of the stark, neon red lighting, as well as the shitty 480p quality, so he figures that person just wants to project his sick fantasies about you on some amateur sex tape.Â
Thinking about why Johnny would even like this sort of thing gives Wonwoo a headache, so he just quits the application altogetherâdeciding to finally drag his ass back to the gym so he can just let it pass.
Itâs none of his business anyway.
Except it happens again a few days later.
The gaming community isnât completely full of people with questionable tastes. There are still streamers like Saerom that Wonwoo would actually consider a friend outside of his usual circle. She used to be more popular back when battle royale games were still a hit, but Saerom has since lied low in the gaming scene, and only goes live on Twitch at least once every three months.Â
So Wonwoo finds it a bit surprising to see her in the chat for tonightâs stream.Â
His newer viewers donât seem to know her, but some of the veterans on his channel all greet Saerom happilyâspamming the chat with the cutest emojis available on stream. He thanks them for their discretion, as he canât quite scroll back to read her first message. The chat is moving a little too fast, and things are getting a little too heated in the Valorant Icebox map.Â
Wonwoo isnât quite used to queueing solo anymore, so after carrying the rest of his team for thirteen rounds straight, he decides to cut the stream earlier than he usually would. He says goodbye to the viewers, not forgetting to give Saerom a quick special mention before ending the live.Â
However, just when heâs about to shut off his computer, he gets a Whisper notification.
SAEROM: hey, youâre friends with koyahngi, right?
everyone_woo: Uh. Sort of. Why?
SAEROM: oh um
SAEROM: iâm sorry if this seems a bit oddâŚbut iâm just concerned about her.Â
Saeromâs response makes him arch an eyebrow.Â
Did something happen to you? And is it so bad that a semi-retired Twitch streamer is reaching out to him just to check in on you?
everyone_woo: Is something the matter?Â
everyone_woo: I havenât really hung out with them in a while, so I wouldnât know
SAEROM: oh, i see
SAEROM: itâs just thatâŚthere are some weirdos on reddit saying they discovered her sex tapes
SAEROM: i had something similar happen to me in the past even if it's complete bs, so iâm just looking out for her, yknow?Â
SAEROM: their reasoning is so stupid too! just because the girl in the video has red mood lights, doesnât mean itâs koyahngi, right?
Huh. She must be talking about the same video that Johnny unknowingly put on Wonwooâs timeline a few days ago. He hasnât really been paying attention to social media platforms that arenât Twitch and YouTube, so he wasnât aware that those clips managed to gain some traction in the degen community after all.Â
everyone_woo: You know how fans and viewers can be sometimes.
everyone_woo: Thatâs the reason you laid back for a while, right?
SAEROM: well, yeah but just bc itâs a normal thing, doesnât mean i have to just sit back and watch it happen again to other people
SAEROM: sigh sorry iâm rambling. all of this just doesnât sit right w me, and youâre the only friend of hers that iâm still in touch with
SAEROM: you must think itâs weird for me to be fussing abt someone iâve never spoken to before lol
Wonwoo feels quite the opposite, actually. Itâs kind of relieving to know that there are still people like Saerom in this worldâcaring enough to be frustrated on your behalf even if the two of you have never interacted.Â
everyone_woo: Would it make you feel better if I talked to her about it?
SAEROM: omg? youâd really do that?!
SAEROM: seoyeon was completely wrong abt you, you're not a cold-hearted guy at all!
everyone_woo: âŚSo is that a yes or?
SAEROM: ok first of all, iâm not sure if thatâs necessary âcause idek if she knows meÂ
SAEROM: you donât have to Talk to her about it, but at least look after her for me?Â
everyone_woo: Ok. Iâll try.
SAEROM: thank you, youâre the best!Â
Itâs only when heâs halfway through his evening shower that what Wonwoo just offered to do for Saerom finally dawns on him. The moment the realization hits, Wonwoo closes his eyes and let the steady spray from the showerhead prickle his faceâbreathing deeply through his mouth before...
âFuck!â
Mingyu asks what the commotion was about when Wonwoo joins him at their two-seater dinner table. He probably heard him not-so gracefully lose it inside the bathroom, but Wonwoo is too pissed at himself to entertain Mingyuâs question, and thankfully, his roommate is sensible enough not to pry.
âGyu, can I ask something?â
Wonwoo asks this in the middle of cleaning up after dinner. Heâs in charge of doing the dishes, since Mingyu was charitable enough to cook dinner for both of them tonight. Mingyu glances at him from the couch, pausing the RPG he fed into the PS5. âYeah?â
âIf you have something important to tell a girl, where would you do it?â
Honestly, Wonwoo thought it would be alright to check up on you through a quick message on Discord. But the nature of your supposedâŚproblem is a bit too sensitive to bring up in a casual conversation. He figures that talking to you in person would be more appropriate. Never mind the fact that every other instance Wonwoo has met you in real life consisted of him completely avoiding you.Â
The sound of the water running is the only thing that can be heard throughout their apartment as Mingyu processes Wonwooâs question with an unreadable look. Itâs the first time heâs seen his roommate look so serious about something, so Wonwoo decides to give him some time to answer while he scrubs off some particularly tough fond sticking to the frying pan.Â
In reality, Mingyu actually had a last-minute meltdown in his head the moment Wonwoo asked the question. His roommate and best friend for more than ten years never expressed feelings or interest in other people. So the fact that Wonwoo is coming up to him now, asking about where to confess his feelings is kind of a big deal.
(Okay, thatâs definitely not what Wonwoo asked, but it might as well be, right?)
So to speak, Mingyu is trying to handle the situation as delicately as possible. He just knows the moment he lets even the tiniest laugh slip, Wonwoo would just scowl at him and drop the matter entirely. Which Mingyu does not want to happen, because surprise, surprise. Heâs actually rooting for his normally stoic roommate!Â
âHmm, I think the new samgyeopsal joint downtown serves some mad bulgogi,â Mingyu suggests because barbecue is always a safe choice. Unless the girl Wonwooâs trying to get with is a vegetarian, but thatâs out of the scope of Mingyuâs concern right now.
Wonwoo scrunches his brows together. âSamgyeopsal? Do I really have to eat with her?â
His roommate looks at him like thatâs a pivotal piece of information that everyone is aware of. Everyone but Wonwoo, it seems.Â
âDuh! Itâs to set the mood and stuff,â Mingyu says, and Wonwoo is starting to wonder if theyâre talking about the same thing. âAnyway, itâs better to invite her out for dinner. Nothing beats grilling meat and sharing a beer after a long day, am I right?â
Mingyu isnât exactly wrong about that.Â
Every time they all went out for samgyeopsal and a few drinks, the atmosphere has always been oddly comfortable. He might not like you as a person all that much, but Wonwoo would want you to be comfortable before he asks aboutâŚthe thing.
âFine,â Wonwoo relents just as heâs finished putting the last plate on the drying rack. âThanks for the input.â
When Wonwoo slowly pads back to his room, he wonders again if he should really exert this much effort for someone he doesnât even get along with. Sure, he told Saerom that heâd check up on you, butâŚshe insisted that he didnât necessarily have to talk to you, right?Â
All of a sudden, Mingyu starts clapping all the way in the living roomâeffectively startling Wonwoo from his quiet contemplation.Â
âYou can do it, hyung,â he says with an earnest smile. âI believe in you!â
Wonwoo simply shoots him a bizarre stare before slamming the door behind him, muttering about how strange Kim Mingyu could be sometimes.Â
W0nwoo: Hey. Are you free tomorrow evening?Â
Koyahngi: âŚdid you send that to the wrong person or
W0nwoo: No?
Koyahngi: who are you and what did you to do wonwoo
Koyahngi: the Real wonwoo would rather throw an entire match than ask me if iâm free tomorrow evening
Koyahngi: you better start fessing up or iâll tell mingyu
W0nwoo: Can you stop being weird about it? I just need to tell you something important.
Koyahngi: oh? professing your undying love for me already?
W0nwoo: Just answer the question.
Koyahngi: oooh you like ordering people around huh? but yeah i should be free after my stream.
Koyahngi: where are we going, lover boy?
W0nwoo: New samgyeopsal place downtown. Gyu said you already went with them once.
Koyahngi: okay, sounds like a date to me.Â
W0nwoo: Whatever. Just donât be late.
Of course, you make it a point to arrive twenty minutes late.
Wonwoo is already in the middle of grilling the restaurantâs famed bulgogi when you slide yourself into the seat adjacent to his, grinning so sweetly at him, Wonwoo almost rolls his eyes.Â
You arenât dressed the way you usually are in streams and conventions, having settled with a worn out sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. Itâs a far cry from all those complex catgirl outfits that Wonwoo has no idea how you have the patience to put together every stream. The switch up throws him off a bit, but he doesnât comment on itâcontent with grilling his meat in silence as you flag down a waiter to get your order in.
âSo,â you start, lacing your fingers together, âwhat does the elusive everyone_woo want from little old me?â
He forgot that if youâre annoying in their damn voice calls, youâre ten times worse when youâre actually in front of him. Wonwoo breathes in the fumes from the grill, willing the succulent aroma of grilling meat to calm him down before he responds.
âYou should eat first,â he insists, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. âYou might lose your appetite if we talk about it right away.â
You snort. âYou make it sound like you know a deep dark secret that can potentially ruin my life.â
âŚIn a way, he does, yeah.
Wonwoo assumed that eating outside without the company of your mutual friends would make the entire ordeal awkward as hell. Heâs used to bearing the brunt of uncomfortable silences, but itâs just like youâre built to never feel cumbersome in your lifeâeasily carrying the conversation with someone you supposedly hate, and hates you right back.Â
Youâre not someone who just talks and talks without discretion either. You know perfectly well when to fill the silence and when to let that silence set. Given that majority of his interactions with you involved his twelve other friends, thatâs not something Wonwoo wouldâve noticed about you right away.Â
Fine. Maybe you arenât as bad as he thought.
âOh, right. Do you remember Saerom? The famous battle royale player from a while back?â you suddenly ask, and Wonwoo nearly chokes on his beer. âShe popped into my stream earlier. It was fucking crazy! Iâve looked up to her since I was still in college, and then I see her leaving little hearts in the chat.â
As Wonwoo attempts to compose himself, he feels slightly reassured by the thought of Saerom easing herself into your orbit. The fact that you consider her as some sort of idol might just be a bonus, too. He wonders if he still needs to carry out what heâs supposed to do tonight, but then again, heâs already here.
And heâd be lying if he isnât the tiniest bit concerned about your PR once that Reddit fiasco starts spreading around.Â
That evening, he learns that youâre somewhat of a lightweight. Just two beers in, and your face is already red, and youâre laughing way too much in between sentences. Wonwoo has a sinking suspicion that he wonât be able to get his main agenda over with tonight.
He takes it upon himself to help you into the passenger seat of his car, trying to keep your grappling hands off him as you whine about how this is the only opportunity that youâll get to be in close proximity to Wonwoo before you go back to hating each other again in the morning. Wonwoo can only sigh in complete defeatâwondering why he ever thought doing Saerom this tedious favor was worth it in the first place.
Thankfully, youâre coherent enough to tell him your address, and much to Wonwooâs chagrin, you live on the other side of the district. It makes him ponder about why you accepted his invitation if the restaurant was completely out of the way, but then again youâve always been a little eccentric.Â
âWeâre here,â he says, nudging your knee once he pulls up in front of your apartment complex. âCan you climb up the stairs or am I going to have to be your human crutch again?â
Blinking out the sleepiness swimming in your eyes, you manage to beam at him with a smile that makes your eyes crinkle.
âYour duty is not over~â
You did not just fucking quote Sage in your drunken stupor.Â
There are only two things that pisses off Wonwoo these days. The first is Mingyuâs penchant for leaving his dirty clothes in the bathroom after a shower. The second is every single thing about you, which is un-fucking-fortunate for him because heâs forced to play Good Samaritan while you repeatedly wail, âEven death cannot stop me,â and every single one of your favorite agentâs in-game voice lines for no one but him to hear.
Wonwoo distantly wonders, if those weirdos on Twitter and Reddit saw you now, would they still think about you the same way?
When heâs finally in front of your door, you fumble a bit for your keysâdoing a pathetic little fist pump once the lock turns on the first try. Wonwoo sighs.Â
âYâknowâŚâ You peel yourself away from his grasp before leaning against the doorframe, staring at him in the fluorescent light of the hallway. âSaerom-unnie already mentioned the rumors going around about me after my stream.â
At that moment, Wonwoo feels like an anvil has been dropped into his stomach. He narrows his eyes, wondering if this is some sort of conversational bear trap that heâs in danger of falling for. But the look in your eyes is a little too glazed over to be anything but honest.
âWhat did she say?â he asks instead.
You hum, chuckling to yourself as you fold your arms in front of your chest. âThat you went out of your way to check on me on her behalf. So sweet of you, Wonwoo. Here I thought you were just some asshole whoâs never dated a girl in his life. That definitely explains why youâre always so mean to me.â
Wonwooâs gaze turns stony in a split secondâthe familiar dregs of irritation prickling the back of his neck. âIâm assuming youâre at least sober enough to walk back inside your place without my help? If thatâs the case, Iâll be goingââ
âTheyâre all true, you know.â
Your voice came out so softly, Wonwoo would have missed it if he wasnât as observant as he is. He scrutinizes you for a moment, deciding whether or not youâre messing with him again, but the way you hold his gaze so confidently tells him itâs the latter.
âOf course, I didnât tell that to Saerom-unnie,â you sigh, carding your fingers through your hair. âBut yep. The girl in the video that a bunch of creeps are saying resembles me? Thatâs actually me.â
The clip in question replays in the forefront of Wonwooâs mind like he didnât spend days forgetting about it altogether. He shakes his head when he catches himself thinking about it a little too long.Â
âOkay.â He swallows the lump in his throat. âWhy are you telling me then?â
You shrug. âBeats me.â
âYouâre being very strange tonight, you know?â
âYeah. I know,â you chuckle, leaning your head back while exposing your neck in a way thatâs a bit too sensual to be normal. âMaybe itâs because I know the truthâs safe in your hands. Kinda weird if you think about it, thoughâtrusting the guy who hates your guts with a dirty little secret that could end your entire career.â
If the context was any more different, Wonwoo wouldâve agreed. This is what heâs been waiting for, right? To get enough dirt on you so he can convince his friends to just kick you out of your little circle altogether.Â
But as insufferable as you might be, Wonwoo isnât such a terrible person that heâll throw you to the wolves without an ounce of remorse. Heâs seen what scandals like this have done to the careers of old streamer friends he no longer has contact with. Even if youâre purposely living your life on the literal edge, he would never consider deliberately ruining it.Â
He tells himself that the only reason he feels that way is because he refuses to get his hands dirty fromâŚwhatever youâve got going on for yourself. Not because of outright concern for you. Definitely not.
âIf you donât have anything else to say to me,â Wonwoo starts, trying not to think about the flush on your cheeks while youâre slumped against the doorframe, âIâm heading back home.â
He turns around with full intention of leaving without hearing your answer. However, you completely anticipated his next move, immediately snapping into motion to grab Wonwooâs wrist before he could even take a single step away. He grunts with surprise when you tug him closerâenough that your chests are flush against each other.
âI just remembered the other reason why I decided to tell you,â you giggle, running a finger along the rim of his glasses. âMy old dom quit on me, so I need to bring in someone new to make more content with.â
Wonwooâs eyes widen by the second as the implications of your words start to connect in his head. âWhat?â
You roll your eyes. âNo need to act so prissy with me, Wonwoo. I make sex tapes on the side for the entire world to see. As of the moment, thereâs no one to have sex with. Youâre a semi-attractive guy thatâs pressed up against me right now, and Iâm pretty sure fucking around with you wouldnât be tooââ
âStop. Holy shit. Stop talking,â Wonwoo rasps. He physically has to push you away so he can hear the sound of himself talking over the thundering of his heart.
You pout at him. âDonât tell me you havenât once thought about fucking me. Iâm pretty sure your other friends have entertained the idea at least once.â
âCan you shut up for one fucking second?âÂ
That seems to do the trick. In fact, Wonwoo doesnât miss the dazed yet pleased look in your eyes the moment he says the words with a bit more authority that he meant to channel into his voice.
Oh, you are so fucking sick.
âLook,â he sighs in between, dragging a palm over his face out of perplexion. âThis probably isnât a conversation we should be having in the hallway of your apartment complex. If your neighbors overhear, what then?â
âHmph. You think Iâll let myself live in a place with paper thin walls? The soundproofing here is great, mind you. The couple that lives a few units over might be having the wildest sex imaginable and weâre none the wiser!â
âThatâs not the fucking point,â Wonwoo growls. âYouâve obviously had too many to drink tonight, and youâre spilling all your lifeâs secrets willy-nilly. Donât proposition me like that again when youâre not sober enough to deal with the consequences after.â
You simper, hands gliding to the lapels of his jacket as you tug him back. He has to physically bite the inside of his cheek when those fingers glide across the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt, grazing across every ridge of his muscled chest.
âOh? Those consequences you speak of sound a bit too tempting to ignore.âÂ
Wonwoo looks at the pristine ceiling of the fourth floor hallway, as if praying for some sort of deliverance.
âGo home and get some sleep. Donât make me repeat myself,â he says, testing the waters ofâŚwhatever the fuck this is, and Wonwoo finds relief in the fact that you actually do as he says, stepping away from him just like he ordered.
âNot even a good night kiss?â you askâthe teasing lilt in your voice yet to fade.Â
Mustering all the self-restraint left in his body, he turns on his heel and walks away without another word.
Wonwoo doesnât hear from you for a few days after that.
He convinced himself that the conversation he had with you just outside your apartment was nothing but a fever dream. Though he only had one glass of beer, as heâs supposed to drive home, he canât really underestimate the effects of alcohol.Â
But just when he thought his life had finally resumed his preferred cadence of normalcy, another unexpected visitor hops onto his latest streamâsending the chat into a complete frenzy.
Unlike the mixed reactions that Saeromâs arrival last week incurred, seeing the renowned Twitch streamer Koyahngi leaving cat emojis in Wonwooâs stream chat is enough to drive his entire viewerbase up a wall.Â
Thankfully, he isnât playing a game that requires 200% of his utmost concentrationâhaving given the open-world gacha game that Soonyoung keeps begging them to play a chanceâso Wonwoo gets to peer over at the messages flooding across one side of his screen. One in particular catches his attention: why are a bunch of hot girls dropping by wonwooâs stream these days?Â
Wonwoo ultimately decides to brush them all off for now.
However, unlike Saerom who just observed his stream quietly after making her presence known, you constantly made comments about his overworld progressâsaying that heâs building this character wrong, and that thereâs an easier way to go around the obstacles; he just needs to use his head. Wonwoo forgot that this is a game that you also played frequently, and having to be on the receiving end of all your unsolicited advice made him want to end the stream altogether.
Except he canât dish out his snarky rebuttals like he typically would on their friendly Discord calls because, wow, his viewers really were eating this shit up. Since the two of you typically argued on your friendsâ streams and not his, Wonwoo hasnât seen the gravity of these splintered interactions until now.
His eyes parse through the fast-paced comments flying into the chat, catching on a few questionable ones, like someone begging for the TikTok fans to make edits, the fanfic writers to create stories about the greatest enemies-to-lovers couple in Twitch history, and so on.Â
Wonwoo has been making his livelihood off the internet for years, but he still canât get used to how strangely people behave sometimes.
He half-expects you to continue pestering him even after he finishes up with the stream, but his Discord notifs remain oddly silent, and Wonwoo decides to just hit the gym when Mingyu asks if he wants to come.
After heâs satisfied with todayâs session, Wonwoo waits for Mingyu by the locker room, as his roommate is still getting their usual trainer to spot him while he does his bench presses. But when he fishes his phone out of his gym bag, heâs surprised to see a couple of messages from yours truly.
Koyahngi: sooo are you free tonight?
Koyahngi: i havenât posted anything in a while, my followers must miss me
Wonwoo scowls at his phone once he reads the contents of your messagesâearning himself a wary stare from this one person that passed him in the hall. Clearing his throat, he schools his expression into complete neutrality as he types in a response.
W0nwoo: Why do I have to get roped into this again? Canât you just make your own content by yourself?Â
Koyahngi: theyâre more into seeing the actual thing that just me playing with myself
Koyahngi: that, and iâm kind of really horny these days
W0nwoo: âŚSo this is your idea of a booty call?
Koyahngi: pretty much, yeah.
âWonwoo-hyung, you wanna get some chicken before we head home?â he hears Mingyu call out at the other end of the hall.
He has half the mind to tell him that stuffing his face with fried food right after working out is counterproductive as hell, but then again, itâs not like Wonwoo can reprimand him when he wonât even be there to begin with.
âIâŚactually have other plans.â
âŚ
What the fuck is he doing here, honestly?
Itâs not like Wonwoo doesnât have any sort of sex drive or anything. In fact, the night after he dropped you off at your apartment, he mightâve had toâŚrelieve himself during a quick shower before bed. Not that heâd ever admit to ever doing it. Letting off some steam every now and again is understandable though.Â
But this? Sitting at the foot of your bed as you got ready for him to fuck you silly?
This is a different breed of foolishness.
He seriously considers sneaking out of your apartment before you can emerge from the en-suite. Wonwoo can just shoot you a quick message, saying that this was all a mistake, and that he hopes you can find a more suitable partner to fuck around with. BecauseâŚhe doesnât just do these kinds of things with other people. He wouldnât go as far as calling himself a romantic, but casual sex has never really interested himâinsisting that there are other things in life to focus his energy on.
However, you come out of the bathroom before he can even hope to make up his mind, a cute robe patterned with pink kittens hiding your body from view. You muster up a kind smile as Wonwoo swallows thickly.
Yep. No backing out now.
âYou look so tense for someone who just came from the gym,â you chuckle, making a beeline for your desk to grab your phone. âArenât work outs supposed to be a form of stress relief or something?â
âThey are, but a certain someone is stressing me out again.â
âHm. I wonder who?â
A few moments later, the mood lights hooked up to the ceiling start to glow, and you pad over to flip off the light switch. Almost immediately, the room is plunged into near-darkness, and Wonwoo feels himself take in a sharp breath when he sees how the red lighting paints your objectively cute robe in a moreâŚlascivious light.Â
âSo how do you wanna do this?â you ask before finally making your way towards the bedâplanting a knee on either side of Wonwooâs hips before hoisting yourself up to sit on his lap. He doesnât dare to move an inch.Â
âWhy are you asking me? Arenât you going to direct how your own content plays out?â he questions gruffly, keeping his palms firmly at his sides despite the sudden compulsion to place them on your hips.Â
You chuckle as you make a show of biting your bottom lipâone finger trailing down the dri-fit shirt that Wonwoo changed into after showering at the gym. âI donât think you understood what I was telling you the other night. Youâre my dom, Wonwoo. You get to call the shots, not me.â
He closes his eyes with a withering sigh, wondering what sort of atrocities heâs committed in a past life to warrant having to end up in this situation.
âDonât we have to get this on film? Canât exactly hold a phone when youâre all over me like this.â
A soft giggle reverberates in your chest before you roll your hips, earning an exasperated groan from the man below you. This time, Wonwoo canât contain the need to touch you, and his hands migrate to your thighs as he presses his hips further against yoursâeyes never straying too far from your own.Â
âYou donât have to think about that just yet,â you murmur, trailing your lips along the cut of his jaw. âLetâs get a feel of each other first. Iâll let you know what I like, and you let me know what you like, yeah?â
It gives him so much vertigo, seeing you like this under the same red lights heâs always found disparaging to catch a glimpse of in your streams. Wonwoo is tethering dangerously across the tightrope of his self-control, but when you lace your fingers around his nape to press your foreheads together, Wonwoo realizes the effort is completely futile.
âWhat do you say, daddy?âÂ
He doesnât have a daddy kink. He knows he doesnât. Heâs always found it weird how others got off at the prospect of calling their sexual partners such a thing.Â
So why the hell is Wonwoo crushing your lips together like heâll die if he doesnât kiss you right this second? Why are his fingers gripping the swell of your ass as tightly as they areâgrinding you down on his hardening length with a growl resonating deep in his chest? And why does he feel a rush of pride surge straight into his skull when you whimper against his mouth?
As he busies himself with devouring your lips, you shrug off the sleeves of your robe, making Wonwoo peel himself away for a second to get a glimpse of what youâve been hiding underneath. When heâs rewarded with the spill of your bare breasts, he takes a sharp breath through gritted teethârolling his hips upward at the thought that youâve chosen to forego underwear altogether.
âWhatâs your safeword?â he rasps, mouth hovering above your chest before he goes in for the kill, nipping and biting at your skin with the intention for it to hurt. A sick sense of satisfaction ripples in his chest when you moan out his name in response, and Wonwoo all but secures a strong arm around your waist to keep you from falling off.
âRed,â you mewl, all while you discard your robe altogether, rutting your bare cunt against his middle.Â
He sighs, reaching between your thighs to get a feel of just how ready you are for him. Wonwoo nearly bites down harshly when he finds you wet and wantingâyour essence already trickling out of your needy hole and onto his sweats.
âFuck,â he groans, lathering his free hand in your slick. âSo fucking wet for me already. Did you touch yourself before I got here?âÂ
âMmmm,â you purr, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. âFucked myself with a little toy thinking it was you.â
You assumed your eagerness to finally lie with the guy youâve been trying to get with for months might spur him further into action. But something unspeakable shifts in the air and for a moment, Wonwoo is so silent, you figure he didnât hear what you just said. Just when youâre about to call out his name, however, Wonwoo quickly maneuvers you off his lap, shoving you back onto the mattress with little heed for your comfort.Â
At first, you thought he was about to manhandle you into oblivion, but when the searing warmth of his body departs from yours, you look up at him with an inquisitive scowl.
âSounds to me like you donât need my cock after all,â he says coolly, yet fails to mask the anger sparking in his dark eyes. âWhy are you looking at me like that? Youâre obviously content with using a toy instead, right?â
âWonwoo,â you groan, frustrated that heâs playing games now when youâre finally so goddamn close to what youâve been hoping to happen for months. âCan you not go too deep into the domspace because I really, really need you to rail me like, right fucking now.âÂ
âShut up,â he scoffs before crossing his arms together. If it werenât for the outline of his cock bulging through his sweats, you wouldâve thought he was genuinely displeased with you. âCocksluts like you donât have the right to make demands.âÂ
Fuck.Â
You only had a hunch back then, but Jeon Wonwoo might just be the dom of your dreams.
Instead of playing the brat like you always do, you let out a helpless whimper, sliding down to the floor before crawling to Wonwooâs feet. He watches your movements with an impassive stare, looking so immovable even as you prop yourself up on your knees to nuzzle his clothed cock.
âThen what can I do for you, daddy?â you ask, fingers catching purchase on the strong flesh of his thighs. The heady scent of musk and detergent pervades your senses, and it takes every ounce of patience for you to keep yourself from pulling his sweatpants down and take him into your mouth. âYouâre not just going to stare at me all night while youâre all pent up like this, right?â
Whatever semblance of playfulness you deigned to parade around Wonwoo is quickly snuffed out when he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his ticked off gaze.
âI donât think you understood your own words when you said Iâm the one calling the shots here,â he growls, and you can feel another gush of slick seeping between your thighs. âYouâre not allowed to talk until I say so. Keep those cheeky fucking comments to yourself or Iâll leave you high and dry. Got that?â
Oh my god, heâs fucking perfect.
When Wonwoo finally gets to fuck the frustration out of his system, he lies next to you on the sheetsâwaiting for you to swim out of that post-orgasmic high as he inspects the damage heâs done to your body.
Itâs been a while since heâs gone out of his way to hook up with someone, so he isnât surprised to see the plethora of love bites and bruises he ended up scattering across your skin. Wonwoo feels particularly pleased with himself when he sees the deep rise and fall of your chestâthe bloom of hickeys youâve amassed on your breasts still recognizable even under the deep red lights.Â
âI think I might be in love with you,â you sigh wistfully once you finally come to your senses. Wonwoo rolls his eyes. âI havenât come that hard in months, Jesus.â
âCompliment me any more and itâll get to my head,â he says before addingâmuch more sincerely than he usually soundsâ âAre you okay?â
Turning around to face him, you pull him down for another kiss. Wonwoo grunts against your lips but snakes a hand around your waist anyways.Â
âI think youâre just about ready to film us now,â you whisper into the kiss, licking into his mouth in a way thatâs stoking the ebbing flames of his arousal back to life. âCan I borrow your phone?â
Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at your request but moves to the nightstand where he unceremoniously discarded his phone before fucking you stupid. There are a couple of texts and other Discord notifications on screen that he completely ignores in favor of handing it to you unlocked.Â
You adjust your position on the mattress, easing your legs apart with the silent invitation for Wonwoo to come between them again. He can hardly believe that youâre still looking at him with the same bedroom eyes that youâve been giving him since the night began. Just how much cock can you take, really?
âThe mood lights shouldnât be too dark, so donât use flash,â you instruct him, handing Wonwoo his phone back with the Camera app already up and running. âOther than that, youâre free to do whatever you want to me, daddy.â
Wonwoo heaves yet another internal sigh as he positions himself between your legs, rubbing his half-hard cock along your ruined cunt. With a bated breath, he hits the Record button.
He hasnât watched a lot of Twitter porn for a dozen reasons, but Wonwoo figures he shouldnât get your face in the frame. Now that heâs finally in the shoes of whoever was fucking you from behind in the first clip he saw, he realizes itâs a little hard to keep filming this debauchery while subsequently trying not to lose his mind from how good your pussy feels. And he isnât even inside you yet. Fuck.
The sensual way you move your body to meet his shallow thrusts makes him want to just chuck his phone back on the nightstand and ravish you all over again. But Wonwoo doesnât do that. He simply continues with his ministrations, relishing in the cock-drunk look in your eyes once you reach out to pump his length in your smaller hand.Â
You donât talk; neither does he. All that matters is the sensation of his cockhead sliding across your wet pussy lips while you jacked him off with a hazed out look in your eyes.Â
A possessive part of him takes great pride in knowing heâs the one making you feel like this; that heâs the reason behind that depraved expression youâre wearing. The moment you guide Wonwooâs cock back into your tight channel, he uses his free hand to clamp his strong fingers around your throatâpressing down with just enough pressure to make you feel lightheaded.
The squelch of your cunt is sickeningly sweet, especially knowing that you still have his load inside you. Wonwoo is a bit too eager as he fucks his spend even deeper into your abused cunt, all while maintaining a steady grip on his phone as he captures all this on camera. Heâs ruined you so badly that each time he slides himself to the hilt, he can see the creamy ring of your mixed juices at the base of his cock. Â
Youâre driving him so fucking crazy, he doesnât know what to do with himself.
After a few experimental thrusts, Wonwoo picks up the paceâthe grip he has on your throat tightening ever-so slightly. Just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.Â
Fuck it.Â
He tosses his phone somewhere on the bed before moving to hook your legs over his shoulders. You shoot Wonwoo a bewildered look, a question already resting on your tongue, but the words are ground to dust when he pushes himself back into your sopping heatâdeep enough that you can feel the fat head of his cock graze your cervix.Â
âFuck, daddy!â you wail, completely helpless as Wonwoo pounds into you with unforgiving vigor. âSo good⌠So fucking good.â
If you uttered those words the first time he fucked you earlier, he wouldâve choked you out for going against his âdonât speak unless I say soâ rule. But Wonwoo is just so obsessed with the tight fit of your cunt fluttering around his cock that he canât even find the headspace to be mad about your disobedience.Â
âYouâre such a greedy fucking slut,â he growls, nipping the lobe of your ear. âCanât get enough of this cock? You had to come onto me and let me ruin you twice in a single night?âÂ
The only response you can come up with is a high-pitched keen of his name as Wonwoo feels your cunt pulsate around him, squeezing his cock so fucking tight as you lose yourself to your nth orgasm. He hisses as he pulls himself out of the velvet heat of your pussy, jerking himself a few times before heâs painting your tits with white ribbons of cum.Â
Wonwoo delights himself with the sight of his emission shining atop the marks heâs left on your body, and even entertains the thought that he wonât ever mind seeing such a sight again.
It takes about thirty minutes for you and Wonwoo to clean upâat his insistence, of course. After all, if heâs going to break you apart, itâs only fair for him to put you back together once allâs said and done.Â
For some reason though, you havenât stopped looking at him weirdly as he runs a clean washcloth all over your spent body. Like the concept of aftercare is something completely foreign to you. But instead of bringing it up, you ask Wonwoo if you can borrow his phone again, and all he gives you is a small grunt of affirmation before padding over to the en-suite to get himself cleaned.
âYou didnât stop recording when you tossed it away?â He hears you laugh from the bedroom. âOh my godâŚâ
He didnâtâŚ? Oh, well. He was too goddamn horny to notice anyway.
Wonwoo gets dressed while you continue tinkering with the video he took on his phoneâairdropping it to yours so you could do a couple of changes. Turns out, there are a couple of instances where your face got caught in the frame, and youâre going to have to crop it and trim out the part where youâre audibly moaning each otherâs names if you want to keep committing these acts of deviance on the side.Â
âGotta say though, youâre a natural at getting my good angles,â you say, sounding completely pleased. âI wouldnât mind having you over again~âÂ
âDonât push your luck.â He scoffs as he fastens the string of his sweats and puts his glasses back on.Â
But the two of you know heâll be back either way.
When Wonwoo gets back to the apartment, he finds Mingyu lounging in front of the TV despite it being almost three in the morning. Something about marathoning a new drama that Wonwoo mightâve heard in passing. As exhausted as he is, he decides not to reprimand Mingyu altogether and marches straight to his room.
But just as heâs about to collapse straight into bed, his phone buzzes with another notification that makes him click his tongue in annoyance. Itâs been going off non-stop since he left your place, but he didnât pay it much mind since he assumed they were all Twitch and Discord notifs. Some of his friends did like pinging him unnecessarily even in the dead of night.
Although when Wonwoo realizes theyâre Twitter notifications, he pauses.
He muted the notifs on his Twitter account ages ago.Â
Confused, he takes off his glasses and places them on the nightstand, eyes narrowed when he realizes a new account has been logged onto his phone. An account that just happened to tweet the same video he just took on his phone not two hours earlier.Â
đ ⢠@ goodcat_badcat
miss me? đŚ
As fate might have it, a text notification hovers on top of his screenâwith a contact name he doesnât remember putting himself, but recognizes all the same.Â
đ: hope you enjoyed the show, daddy <3
As he reads through the text, he wonders distantly when this will all come back to bite him in the ass.
But then again, Wonwoo really couldnât care less.
part one - part two - part three - part four
end notes: hehe i really enjoyed writing this, so i hope you enjoyed reading as well! this is actually slated to have a second part sometime in the future, but for now, i think it'll do well as a standalone. i'll let wonwoo and reader fool around with their spicy sex life first before giving them ~feelings~ to worry about ^__^
this is part of the game over series!
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