#gamer wonwoo

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🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Look up at me for a moment, gorgeous,” Wonwoo commands, and you do as you’re told. He meets your gaze, his skin flushed from your mouth suctioning on his cock. “Just need to get your eyes right for your character,” he explains, threading his fingers through your hair and aiding you up and down on his throbbing length. “Such pretty eyes. You look so good staring up at me with your mouth stuffed full, baby.”

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, use of dragon knotted dildo toy, use of vibrator, multiple reader orgasms, blow job, dirty talk, slight power play/humiliation, clit sucking, overstimulation, pussy stretching, reader rides the toy then Wonwoo uses the toy to make her cum again, talking reader through it, mutual masturbation, Wonwoo strokes himself off to the reader using her toys, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwoo’s) puppy

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 3.9k

🍭 aus. Established relationship au, gamer!Wonwoo, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know this is on the shorter side, it’s pwp, but I’ve been reading shorter things lately, and I’ve been insanely busy, so I figured a short and sweet fic couldn’t hurt after last month's near 20k meanie fic :)

You wake up to an empty bed, your hand stretching uselessly toward your boyfriend’s side of the mattress, to no avail. With a slight groan and a huff of sleepy annoyance, you wrap yourself tighter in your white duvet, searching for the energy to sit up.

A clicking sound has your brows furrowing, and you wrap your body tight in the blanket as you open your eyes to look around.

Wonwoo’s sitting at his gaming station in the corner of the room, large earphones snug around his head. For a guy who’s a bit of a night owl, you’re shocked he’s awake and playing video games right now, but as you stare at the screen, you realize what’s going on.

With the new Fallout TV show, Wonwoo’s been wanting to do another playthrough of Fallout 4. He’s been talking about it on Twitch streams for the better part of a week. Leave it to your boyfriend to get the energy to restart a video game at nine am on a Saturday morning.

As much as you love Wonwoo and what he does for work - being a streamer is his dream afterall - you kind of wish he was still in bed with you. He’d been up late gaming last night, and was too tired afterward to take care of your growing needs. You’re at the part of your cycle where you’ve been very horny lately, and you’d been crossing your fingers for morning sex, but by the way Wonwoo is locked in on his screen, you can guess that might not be in the cards.

You watch him a few moments longer, realizing that he’s not actively streaming. It looks like he’s just doing general character creation, but with a boyfriend as meticulous as Wonwoo, you know that could take a while.

Quietly slipping from bed, you wrap yourself in a kimono style robe that Wonwoo had got for you on a recent trip to Japan. You head to the bathroom, intent on completing your morning skin care routine, taking your time and brushing your teeth. 

When you head back to your shared room with Wonwoo fifteen minutes later, your boyfriend looks like he hasn’t even moved a muscle aside from his twitching thumbs on the controller.

Approaching Wonwoo, you lean over the back of his chair, loosely guiding your fingers across his shoulders and down to his bare chest. 

Wonwoo immediately takes his headphones off, turning to press a kiss to your cheek while you linger behind him.

“Good morning,” you breathe.

“Morning, baby,” he says, voice deep and crackly with exhaustion.

“Watcha doing?”

“Just making my Fallout character,” he responds smoothly, turning to look back at the screen. “I’m glad you’re awake actually.”

“Yeah?” you grin. “And why is that?”

“I’m almost done, and when I move onto my wife character, I want to model her after you. As good as my memory is, it’s probably better to have you here with me when I do it.”

God, he’s such a nerd.

You love him, your whole heart warming in your chest at the notion of him creating a wife character based off of you.

“Are you sure you want to put the time into that?” you ask. “We both know what happens to the wife within the first fifteen minutes of the game.”

Wonwoo only shrugs. “I woke up to your pretty face and I guess I was inspired.”

“Hey, puppy?” The pet name immediately draws his attention, and he turns to look at you, a smirk growing on his lips.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you take a break for a bit?”

Wonwoo’s eyes scan you up and down, and then he sets his controller to the side, reaching for you instead. You allow him to lace his fingers with yours, drawing you in front of him. He positions you between his spread thighs, using his free digits to tug on the belt of your kimono robe. You don’t even need to verbalize what you need, Wonwoo knows you too well, and within seconds, your robe is opening to expose your naked body.

“I guess I didn’t really have the energy to take care of you last night,” Wonwoo admits, leaning forward to press his lips to the spot above your navel.

You let go of his hand in favour of threading your fingers through his curls, his hair teasing your sensitive skin as he presses kisses up toward your rib cage. He cups the back of your thighs, tugging you closer.

Wonwoo reaches your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick at the underside of your boob, eyes gazing up at you.

“How about a compromise?” he suggests, breath hot on your sensitive skin.

“A compromise?” Your words come out shaky as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

He hums against the sensitive bud, one hand lifting to massage your ass. Then, he pulls away from your breast, looking up at you with a grin. “I just wanna finish your character first.”

You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head at Wonwoo. You step away from him, but he grabs at your hand. “Kiss,” he instructs, and you begrudgingly lean down to press a chaste peck to his lips. His fingers thread through your hair, cupping the back of your skull to keep your mouth on his for a few moments longer, then he releases you. 

“Should only take five or ten minutes,” he tells you. “And I need you here to model.” 

“One second,” you groan, heading to your closet.

If he doesn’t want to fuck you right away, if he wants to prioritize his video game, that’s just fine. You can start without him.

You find a good sized toy, one of the dragon style ones that Wonwoo had been obsessed with a few months ago. He loves watching the coulourful, ribbed cock with a wide ‘knot’ base work you open for him, and fuck it, today feels like a good day for you to enjoy it too.

You also grab a trusty black vibrator and a bottle of lube for good measure before going back to your boyfriend.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything as you sink to the ground, he simply pushes his chair back, giving you some space to settle under the table his computer is on. You can feel his gaze on you when you open the bottle of lube, squirting some onto the toy before suctioning it to the floor.

“Five or ten minutes, right?” you ask, easing over the head of the toy and facing your boyfriend.

“Uh huh,” he mumbles, looking down to watch the way you sink the head of the toy into your pussy. “Think you can get all the way down to the knot with that time frame?”

“Probably,” you groan, closing your eyes to enjoy the way the tip feels inside of you. “But… puppy, you haven’t fucked me in so long, I’m pretty tight.”

“You’ll work yourself open,” Wonwoo assures you, his attention turning back to his screen, although you can see his cock beginning to strain against the grey fabric of his sweatpants.

The tip of the toy is tapered compared to the base, with all sorts of ridges that stimulate your inner walls as you test yourself up and down. The lube makes it easy to slide an inch or two inside your aching core, and as much as you’d like to try to sink down fully, you want to go slowly with this, seeing as you have five to ten minutes.

You grab your vibrator, turning it up to a medium setting and placing it on your clit. 

Your head is bowed, thighs already quivering as the sensation of the vibrator surges through you. A moan slips past your lips, your pace quickening on the toy, another inch sinking into you with your motions.

“That’s my good baby,” Wonwoo coos, reaching down to cup your cheek.

When you look up at him, you find his gaze still fixed to his computer screen, and it makes you angry.

You bite your lower lip, bouncing faster, harder- pressing the vibrator firmly to your clit in hopes that the pleasurable sensations will distract you from your growing annoyance.

“Wonwoo-” you groan.

“Puppy,” he corrects you.

“Please-”

“Please what?” your boyfriend counters.

“Fuck me?”

Wonwoo looks down at you finally, that shit eating smirk returning to his lips. “One cock inside of you isn’t enough right now, baby?”

“No, want your cock,” you insist.

“Okay, just remember, you asked for it, and I told you five or ten minutes.” Wonwoo sighs, lifting his hips and pulling his pants down, his hard length slapping up against his lower abdomen.

You’d meant you wanted his cock in your pussy, but you suppose you hadn’t specified what you wanted him to fuck-

Sucking Wonwoo off while he creates a video game character hadn’t been on todays bingo card, but you know how your boyfriend gets when he’s gaming, and you fear this might be the only way to have a piece of him while he’s focused.

Licking your lips, you pull him closer, the wheels of his chair dragging against the ground. With the hand not on the vibrator, you grab the base of his cock, adjusting so you can wrap your mouth around the tip.

Wonwoo releases a pleased groan, and you can feel your pussy clench around the toy.

Your eyes close, your focus going to the sensations ringing through your body. You take more of the dragon cock, slowly moving up and down on it in tandem with your mouth on Wonwoo. The vibrations on your clit are still making your legs shake, and as you get lost in the feeling of blowing your lover, you think you might cum pretty quick this way.

“That’s it, baby,” Wonwoo coos. “My good girl, being so patient.”

Fuck him for praising your patience. He knows lines like that make you eager to please him in this way, eager for more whispered words of affirmation even while he’s neglecting your aching pussy, fully content with you using a toy while he prioritizes his game-

“Look up at me for a moment, gorgeous,” he commands, and you do as you’re told. He meets your gaze, his skin flushed from your mouth suctioning on his cock. “Just need to get your eyes right for your character,” he explains, threading his fingers through your hair and aiding you up and down on his throbbing length. “Such pretty eyes. You look so good staring up at me with your mouth stuffed full, baby.”

Fuck. Your toes curl at his words.

If his skin wasn’t betraying the effect you’re having on him, you’d never be able to tell by the steady baritone of his morning voice. He’s not shuddering, not breathing deeply- it makes you want to suck on him even harder. You want to earn Wonwoo’s sounds of pleasure- sounds that can be so rare from a man who uses his voice for a living.

“Hows that cock feel inside of you?” he asks, gaze shifting up to his screen again. “Getting you nice and stretched for me, huh?”

You groan around his length, sucking roughly on his sensitive tip.

Wonwoo takes a sharp breath, and your body tingles with your success of earning a strangled sound from him.

“I’m almost done,” he assures you. “But I want to watch you take the knot first, be a good girl and sink down on the toy for me.”

You pull off of his cock with a popping sound, wiping a hand across your saliva wet lips. “What does it matter to you? You can’t even see me taking this.”

“True, but I know the sounds you make when you stuff yourself full with that toy. Wanna hear your pretty sounds baby.”

How is he so good at dirty talk while still staring at his computer screen?

“Nerd,” you whisper under your breath.

“Hmm?” He looks down at you with a grin, and you know he heard what you said.

“Nothing.”

“You’re gonna get it in two minutes,” he warns.

“Lucky me,” you say sarcastically, riding the toy faster, pushing yourself closer and closer to the wide base.

Wonwoo’s left hand finds his cock, and he begins to stroke himself while you focus on your own pleasure, rubbing the vibrator back and forth along your aching clit.

A whimper escapes you when you sink all the way down to the knot of the toy, hovering over the widest section.

“That’s the sound,” Wonwoo muses. “Come on, sink down on it.”

“I’m too tight,” you tell him, moving up and down, unable to go any further onto the knotted base.

“When you take it, I’ll take you,” Wonwoo promises, stroking his cock faster.

Looking up at him, you find your boyfriend staring at you now. He’s set the controller aside, and you have his full attention.

“Can’t you just fuck me right now?” you plead, motions stopping.

“I’m just a gamer nerd, remember, baby? Isn’t it my job to watch an angel like you make herself cum on some stupid toy before I get a taste?”

Fuck. 

He makes it sound like he’s the victim here, although clearly you’re the one aching for him.

“Puppy,” you groan, looking down and focusing on taking the knot. “I’m not wet enough-”

“Then cum. Use your vibe and make yourself cum, should make it easier.”

“But I want you,” you whine.

He laughs. “Brat.”

“Nerd,” you fire back. 

Wonwoo’s grin only widens. “Be a good girl, make yourself cum, take the dragon knot-”

“Anything else?” you huff, rubbing the vibrator hard on your clit.

“Yeah, one more thing.” Wonwoo sits back smugly in his chair, spreading his thighs even wider. “Suck my balls.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. Sucking his dick is one thing, but sucking his balls? Generally with past boyfriends, you’ve stuck to their cocks- but Wonwoo has a very specific way of challenging you to do things like this. 

He knows you can’t refuse. He carries all the cards. If you want his dick inside of you, you’re going to have to do this for him. It’s not like you hate sucking balls, it’s not like you’ve ever voiced it to him that this is a boundary for you, it’s just… regularly, you’d rather… well, you’d rather not. 

But you suppose this is what you get for calling him a nerd. 

With a sigh, you lean forward, licking at the space just below the fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Don’t be shy,” he tells you. 

You decide to focus mainly on your own pleasure while you take one of his balls into your mouth. He’s doing this to degrade you, to get back at you for being impatient- but at the same time, from the contented groan that leaves his lips, you know Wonwoo’s sensitive in this area. 

His sounds do make things easier for you, and you close your eyes, rubbing your clit hard with the vibrator.

“That’s it,” he coos. “I love it when you’re a good girl for me.”

You whimper at his words, your core throbbing desperately.

“Better be fast and cum though, I’m not sure I can handle much of this, you’re just so good with your mouth.”

And now he’s threatening to not even fuck you? He’ll stroke himself to the finish line if you don’t cum first?

This man will be the death of you.

“Come on, baby, I know you want to cum,” he encourages you. “Be a good girl and just do it, cum from that vibrator and the dragon cock inside your tight fucking pussy.”

His words are the last straw and you pull off his balls to let out a deep groan. You bury your face against his thigh, pussy fluttering as your orgasm slams into you. Your walls contract around what you can take of the toy, and you feel a rush of wetness coat the silicon, helping you bob up and down even faster-

“That’s it,” Wonwoo breathes, rubbing his cock even faster. “Just a little more and I’ll fuck you.”

You whimper like a whore in heat, biting gently against Wonwoo’s thigh as you push yourself to sink further onto the toy, your inner walls screaming at you due to the stretch.

“Good girl,” your boyfriend praises you, petting you with a warm hand that makes your entire body ache.

You turn the vibrator off, nearly overstimulated. Tossing it to the side you focus on the dildo, feeling your pussy stretch to accommodate part of the knot.

“Almost there,” Wonwoo says, and by the way he’s stroking his cock, you’re not sure if he’s talking about you or himself.

“Wonwoo, please,” you beg. “I can’t-”

“You’re the one who wanted to be filled today, just take a little more and I’ll fill you,” he says, his motions faltering on his length. 

You grab at his thighs, squeezing and using him for leverage to rock up and down on the toy. Your eyes clench shut as you bob up and down, your wetness coating the silicon until-

You let out a gasp as you sink fully onto the toy, pausing while your thighs quiver. Another mini orgasm rushes through you at the feeling of being stretched this way, the knot stuck in your sensitive hole-

“That’s it,” Wonwoo says, moving into action immediately. He pushes away from you, standing up. Hands that are surprisingly gentle reach down and pull you to your feet, making you cry out from the way the toy is still lodged inside of you. “Fuck, you are tight,” he notes from the way the dragon cock didn’t immediately shoot out of you from the change in position. 

“Puppy-” you whimper, already delirious. 

Wonwoo helps you onto the bed, sinking to his knees at the foot of the mattress. He spreads your thighs, and you look down to see his pupils blow with lust while he stares at the large toy still embedded in your pussy.

He licks his lips. “Fuck, I always love it when you take this fucking knot.”

You whisper his name, moaning loudly when he grabs the base of the toy and gently thrusts it in and out of you. 

Then, he shifts, and his tongue finds your clit. “One more?” he practically pleads. “Then another when I’m inside of you?”

It’s been days since he’s made you cum, and it feels like today, he’s going to make up for that. You can bet that by tonight, you’ll have lost track of how many times you’ve orgasmed, and you honestly don’t mind.

“Please,” you whisper, reaching down to thread your fingers in his sleep tossled curls.

Wonwoo wraps his lips around your clit, gently rocking the toy inside of you. He doesn’t pull it all the way out, just shifts the knot along your sensitive walls, stretched to the limit and already throbbing.

“Fuck, that’s so good, puppy,” you groan, throwing your head back, eyes clenching shut. You begin to rock your hips, feeling impossibly full- his mouth suctions lewdly around your sensitive bud and your entire body quakes, thighs shaking on either side of his head. “Shit-”

Wonwoo grins against your pussy, an invitation for you to cum on the toy-

Fuck, you need him so badly, and your need spurs your body on, your muscles clenching as you teeter on the edge of an orgasm.

His teeth graze your clit and that’s all you need to topple over the edge, your legs attempting to close around Wonwoo while your pussy throbs desperately around the toy. The sounds escaping you now are practically inhumane, your entire body overtaken by white hot pleasure that courses through you like an electric wave.

Wonwoo pulls the toy from your core and you jolt from the loss, eyes opening to stare down at your boyfriend-

He releases your clit from your mouth, standing quickly. “Fuck, you look so good cumming on that stupid toy,” Wonwoo groans, grabbing the base of his cock and lining his tip up with your still aching pussy. “Gonna fill you now, like I promised.”

He sheaths himself inside of you and you let out a loud moan of releif. “Puppy,” you whimper, making grabby hands at him.

Wonwoo wastes no time, shifting his knees onto the bed, getting on top of you so he can press his lips to yours. Your tongues begin to clash immediately, and the kiss feels almost feverish as you tangle your fingers in his curls.

He’s such a good kisser, but you can hardly focus on his lips with the way his hips are already moving, thrusting so the tip of his cock hits your cervix with each motion-

“Fuck, fuck-” you whimper, feeling tears in your eyes from the overstimulation.

Wonwoo’s mouth finds your throat, his mouth narrowing in on your sweet spot, sucking roughly.

“Puppy-” you cry, tangling your legs tighter around his hips.

“I know, I’m close too,” he pants. “Watching you take that fucking knot just does something to me-”

Your core throbs at his words- you’d guessed he’d been close while jacking off, but hearing him say it this directly makes you even hornier. Your pussy is a sloppy mess, so wet that each thrust has it practically squelching.

 “Please, puppy, please-” you pant, nuzzling against his cheek and licking at his sensitive ear. “Want your cum, want it so bad.”

“Fuck,” Wonwoo groans. “Rub your clit, need you squeezing me when I cum.” 

You shove a hand between your bodies, nearly crying from the sensitivity of your overworked bud- but you’re not about to give up now. You’re not a weakling, and if Wonwoo wants one more orgasm out of you, you’ll give him one.

“Feels so good,” you gasp, rubbing even harder, your core clenching tight around Wonwoo’s cock while he pants loudly in your ear.

“Need you to cum,” he grits out, fingers digging into your hips. “Come on, baby, cum for me.”

You shut your eyes tight, focusing on all the pleasure surging through you, and when Wonwoo bites gently into your throat, your high hits you straight on.

You gasp loudly, back arching off of the bed, pushing your tits toward Wonwoo’s chest. He releases his own sound of pleasure, and you can feel his cock throbbing while your walls clench around him, painting your insides as you both cum hard. 

You listen to his moans, loving the way he grabs you tightly as he cums, his thrusts faltering, motions shallow, as if he wants to be as deep as possible when he fills you up.

Your lips find his throat, pressing kisses there that make him shiver as you ride out your orgasms, and soon, your muscles are relaxing, the tightness making way for a slacked, exhausted feeling that overwhelms you.

Wonwoo stills on top of you, panting loudly by your ear.

“I think…” he swallows thickly. “I think we should go back to sleep now.”

You laugh, petting his curls. “What about your precious video game?”

“Fuck the video game,” he counters. “Right now, I’m going to clean you up, go back to sleep with you curled on my chest, then we can wake up in a few hours, do it again, get takeout-”

“You have the whole day planned out, don’t you, nerd?”

Wonwoo only laughs. “Don’t test me, baby.”

“Never.”

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🔮 preview. “That’s it,” Wonwoo coos. He simply can’t help his dominant tendencies. How is it that you’re supposed to be the one in control, but it still feels like he’s got you wrapped around his finger... And his cock.

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, handcuff bondage, reader tries to dom Wonwoo, edging, oral, blow job, pussy eating, 69, choking, dirty talk, pet names, reader is slightly in control, Wonwoo breaks the handcuffs, slight crying/dacryphilia, power dynamic, power switch, teasing, creampie, slight fallout roleplay, masturbation, deep throating, etc…   I petnames. (hers) baby (his) puppy, sir 

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 3k I teaser wc. 130

🌙 starring. Wonwoo x afab!Reader

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“Hey, puppy?” you call, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, watching your boyfriend close up his stream for the night.

“Yes, baby?”

The nerd doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing, but you suppose that’s no new behaviour. With a huff, you disconnect from the door frame, sauntering over to Wonwoo, your skin tight outfit squeezing you with each step.

Leaning over his back, you allow your hands to dance across his chest, Wonwoo looks down, and that’s when you get his attention.

His body goes rigid, and he slowly turns to look at you, taking in the full body Fallout Vault dweller costume you’re wearing.

“Baby…” Wonwoo lets out a chuckle, “what are you doing?”

“Playing into your addiction,” you say smoothly. “What, you don’t like it?”

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[wonwooridul]

404 ERROR this user is malfunctioning cause of error: gamer wonwoo

[tacosandbitch]

jeon wonwoo you're so crazy for this

[kpopformylife]

Gamer Wonwoo

[hoshiputa]

GAM3 BO1

💌 jeon wonwoo X female reader

🎫 preview: "Will you fuck me, please?" "Of course I will." Wonwoo stood up and stretched his hand to help you stand, immediately slipping his hand in between your legs, touching the wet fabric of your underwear. Your thighs clenched around his hand, making your boyfriend chuckle. "My baby is always so needy."

cw: nsfw, established relationship, smut, computer scientist wonwoo, under the desk blowjobs, breeding, fingerfucking, dom/sub undertones

word count: 3.7k

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gam3bo1 and his sweater paws against the world 🧃

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control me - jeon wonwoo

gamer bf!wonwoo x fem!reader

word count: ~3.0k

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warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), porn with minimal plot, princess & kitten & baby used as petnames, voyeurism? (no one’s watching but they’re listening), guided sex?, dirty talk, blow job, deep throating, throat/face fucking, hair pulling, praising (reader is called a good girl), degradation?, reader is called a brat, manhandling?, definitely some unresolved/confused feelings (but we don’t talk about that here), let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

your boyfriend sat at his desk, the bright screen of his monitor lit up his face as he grumbled into his mic, irritated at one of his teammates for allowing him to get killed in the game. it was always attractive to watch him play, his jaw set, his eyes narrowed in concentration and his fingers tapping at his keyboard allowing the veins in his arms to become prominent. it always got your gears turning as you sat on the edge of the bed with your legs tightly crossed, waiting for the opportunity to talk to him.

“baby?” you pout once you see the lobby screen. you watch wonwoo hit the hotkey for his mic as he pushes one of the ears back to listen to you.

“what’s up princess?” he cocks an eyebrow, tilting his head back enough to see the pout on your face. he pretends he doesn’t know why you’re pouting, but he knows exactly what you want, it’s his job after all (at least he thinks it is), as your boyfriend, to know you like the back of his hand. 

“how much longer are you gonna be playing?” you uncross your legs, letting your thighs squeeze together to hopefully help emphasize that you need a little help down there. 

“i promised the boys that i’d be on all night.” he mumbles, seeming to not realize that your neediness was because you were extremely turned on right now. wonwoo has always been a good judge of character, able to read anyone like an open book and know exactly what they’re thinking before they even think it. but when it came to you he preferred to not read you, wanting you to tell him exactly what you wanted when you wanted it, which is why he’s acting oblivious. 

“all night?” you huff, before falling back against the bed already given up on the thought of him coming to fuck your brains out on it. 

“i’m sorry baby,” he laughs softly before cursing quietly, looking at his computer screen. “i’ll cuddle you all night i promise.” he mumbles before he’s unmuting to talk to his friends who started another match without him noticing. 

you grumble to yourself about wanting to get fucked, not cuddled. rolling over onto your stomach you grab your phone that was laying on the bed and you start to aimlessly scroll through all your socials. it felt like forever passed by (it was only five minutes) before you finally sat back up, a brilliant idea popping into your head. 

you remembered a conversation you had with wonwoo awhile back where you discussed the possibility of him fucking you with the boys either watching or listening through their discord. it was no surprise to wonwoo that the boys were physically attracted to you (and maybe even emotionally but that’s something he didn’t want to tap into knowing it would just piss him off) so he agreed that if the time ever came for them to all be in the mood then he’d fuck you with them around in some way. 

with a devilish smile on your face you open up your messages with vernon, knowing he’d actually respond to you out of the three. the message said something along the lines of ‘wonwoo isn’t paying attention to me so im gonna suck him off under the table until he does, do you and the boys wanna fuck with him while i do it?’

it didn’t take long for vernon to text back, saying he’d ask the boys in the next lobby. so now, here you were, kicking your feet impatiently as you watched wonwoo's screen. once the word victory flashed on the screen you squealed quietly, catching your boyfriend's attention. 

“you normally don’t react when i win or lose.” he deafened himself so the boys can’t hear him and he can't hear them. he pulls his headphones down to rest around his neck as he spins in the chair to face you. “do you really want my attention that badly?” he can’t help the way his lips twitch up into the slightest smile, he’ll never admit it but he loves it when you’re desperate for his attention. 

just as you were going to respond you got a message from vernon. ‘we’re all in.’ you can’t help but bite your lip before looking back up at wonwoo, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. wonwoo swallows the lump in his throat, knowing exactly what that look was for. 

“i do want your attention but, i know you hate breaking your promises to your boys so how about a compromise?” you slowly slide off the bed to walk up to where he’s sitting. out of instinct wonwoo wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs to hold you in place as he looks up at you. god he looked so hot, looking at you like you were the center of his world (and you were). 

“compromise?” he mumbled, his fingers digging into your flesh when you reach your hands out to trail down his chest and stomach, stopping just before the waistband of his sweats. 

“mhm, you can keep playing with your boys and i can just sit under your desk…” you’re slow to drop to your knees in front of him, looking up through your eyelashes. “like this.” his breath catches in his throat, his dick jumping a little in excitement at the sight of you on your knees for him. 

“what if the boys hear?” he mumbles, looking up at the screen where a countdown started signaling they were about to join a new game. “fuck it, just be quiet under there.” he mumbles as he lets you get comfortable under his desk, a happy squeal leaving you making him shake his head with a fond smile on his face. 

you quickly text vernon to tell him that the plan is starting. tossing your phone to the side you make quick work at tugging a wonwoo's sweats and boxers down enough to free his half hard dick, exposing it to the cold air and causing wonwoo to hiss quietly. 

“yeah i’m all good,” he grumbles into his mic before he glances down at you, almost groaning at the sight of you practically drooling over his dick. “just hit my desk, that's all.” he reassures his friends before he focuses back on the game. 

wonwoo is normally good at keeping his composure, he doesn’t lose self control easily and right now he was definitely demonstrating it. he barely paid you half a mind while you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, before leaning in to flick the tip of your tongue over the slit. you took your time, slobbering up his dick so that you can pump your hand up and down it so that he can get fully hard before you take it in your mouth. 

the only indication that you got that your boyfriend was enjoying himself was his legs tensing up and his words were muffled, he was talking through his teeth as he clenched his jaw to keep from moaning. 

“hey man, are you sure you’re good?” mingyu grumbles into his mic, knowing exactly what was wrong. wonwoo lets out a strained “all good.” his jaw clenching harder when you finally take the tip of his dick in your mouth. 

his eyes roll a little as his hand squeezes his mouse tighter, his fingers more aggressively tapping his keys as he tries to distract himself from the warmth of your mouth surrounding his dick. he doesn’t remember getting so hard but he’s not surprised, his body reacted so quickly to you and he should be embarrassed but considering it was you he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“you don’t sound good,” vernon laughs quietly, huffing when he gets downed in the game. “sounds like you got something distracting you.” vernon was thankful they weren’t video chatting so that wonwoo couldn’t see the smirk on his face.

“i’m not distracted.” wonwoo grunts, his hips bucking up into your mouth a little. he has to bite his tongue to keep from groaning at the small sound you made. 

“are you sure?” seungcheol sounded smug, like he knew something and if it wasn’t for the tip of his dick sliding down your throat wonwoo would’ve bit back at the older male. “if i didn’t know any better i would assume y/n was doing something to you.” 

wonwoo’s eyes widened a little as he looked over at discord to make sure his camera wasn’t on. how could cheol possibly know what was going on? in the few seconds that he was distracted someone came up and killed wonwoo, causing him to groan in annoyance (and pleasure). 

“what happened woo?” mingyu pokes at him. “is y/n really sucking your dick or something? is that why you turned to shit all i’ve a sudden?” 

“shut up gyu,” wonwoo hisses, his hand going to grab your hair and push you further down on his dick, desperate to feel more of your throat surrounding him. “you’re just talking shit now.” he tries so hard not to make any sounds that would give him away. 

“talking shit? i’m just telling the truth. it’s not my fault you can’t handle the thought of y/n wrapping her lips around your dick.” mingyu laughs a little, knowing he’s getting under wonwoo's skin while he’s falling apart in your hands (and mouth). 

you swallow a little around the tip of wonwoo's dick to hopefully distract him from arguing back with mingyu and it works surprisingly well when his eyes close and he lets out a loud curse. 

“maybe he’s not imagining y/n’s mouth around his dick.” vernon just stares at his screen, a small smirk playing on his face but his ears are bright red.

“didn’t know you were the type to whine woo.” seungcheol teases. “is she taking you all in? or is she only teasing you?” this was starting to get fun for them as they continued to relentlessly tease and coo dirty things into wonwoo's ears. a lot of it was their own fantasies poking through, how they wished you would suck them off but they’d rather sit on a hot grill than admit that out loud. 

“god fuck you all.” wonwoo moans as his head falls back, his self control completely crumbling as he relishes in the feeling of your mouth. his legs were tensing and his fingers were gripping tighter on your hair, helping you ease all the way down on his dick, your nose brushing against his pelvic. 

“aww you here that he wants to fuck us.” mingyu jokes, and wonwoo was about to cuss him out but instead he stumbled over his words, your hand had slipped into his boxers to squeeze at his balls. 

“fuck, y/n such a good girl.” wonwoo mumbles in a haze, his orgasm fast approaching now that you’ve taken up messaging his balls. 

“she is a good girl.” one of the guys breathed out, it was hard for wonwoo to tell as his blood rushed in his ears, his hips bucking up more aggressively as his orgasm was right there, and just as he was ready to unload down your throat you manage to pull yourself off his dick. he gasps in surprise and stutters. 

“why’d you stop?” he looked at you with wide eyes while panting softly. 

“beg.” you smirk up at him, you thought you had the upper hand here since he was basically putty in your hands.

“what?” his eyes went from surprised to ‘are you serious?’.

“you heard me.” the boys were muttering in wonwoo's ears about how you were being a little brat, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you ripped his orgasm away wonwoo would’ve told them off for calling you a brat (not that they were wrong but only he got to call you that). 

in one quick movement wonwoo grabs your hair again and tugs you up so he can come face to face with you, an almost malicious smirk on his face. he mumbles against your lips, asking you to repeat yourself again. 

“i want you to be-“ before you can finish your sentence wonwoo is pushing you back down to sit on your heels. he tugs your head down and growls at you to put his dick back in your mouth, and he almost misses the way his friend breathing hitched. you were happy to have his dick back in your mouth, your eyelashes flutter as you look back up at him. you knew what was coming and you were fully prepared for wonwoo's wrath (though you hope that he doesn’t withhold any orgasms from you like you did to him).

he definitely isn’t nice in the way he pushes you fully down on his dick, your throat already prepped to deepthroat him.  

“you wanna be a little brat?” he groans as he holds your head down on his dick, causing you to gag a little (not that you cared, you were just happy that he finally lost control). “have my friends whisper dirty shit in my ears while you gagged on my dick?” he grunts when you swallow, the warmth of your throat squeezing around him deliciously. “well now you’re gonna take everything i give you while they get to listen.” he rips his headphones off his head, and with one hand he adjusts them on yours so you can hear everything his friends are doing and they can clearly hear all the wet lewd sounds of wonwoo fucking your throat. 

vernon let’s out a string of curses, his head falling back against his gaming chair as he listened to the way he can tell that wonwoo's dick is far down your throat. he didn’t want to think about how big his friends dick was but he also couldn’t help but imagine just how much you could take in that pretty mouth of yours. 

mingyu was shamelessly moaning, his hand shoved down his pants and the loud sound of his hand jerking himself off could be picked up by his expensive mic. his forehead was resting on his desk as the only thing he could think about was wonwoo's quiet grunts and your loud gagging and occasional moaning. 

seungcheol was in a similar position as vernon, his head hanging off the back of his chair, his eyes closed as he contemplated his next words. teasing wonwoo was one thing, it was fun even but after hearing you he couldn’t help the way his cock jumped in his pants.

“fuck you sound so pretty.” vernons voice felt hoarse, his throat gone dry but he couldn’t stand not saying anything. he felt like he needed to say something because god did you really sound so pretty. 

“so pretty.” mingyu breathes out in between his moans, his hand speeding up when he notices that wonwoo sped up as well. it’s not that he was relying on wonwoo to determine how fast he jerked himself off but he didn’t want to prematurely finish before the fun was over. 

“sound like such a good girl.” seungcheol groans lowly, his own hand palming over the tent in his pants, his own self control jumping out the window. “are you a good girl y/n?” you nod your head around wonwoo's dick before realizing they can see you, so you hum to acknowledge seungcheol words. 

“fuck.” wonwoo groans at the vibrations from you humming around his dick. “are they making pretty sounds for you kitten?” you hum again as you swallow around his dick again, drawing a louder groan from your boyfriend. 

his fingers dig into your scalp as he fucks your throat faster, his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. the boys could definitely hear him loud and clear but he could care less at this point, there was no shame anymore as he relentlessly bucks his hips up. 

wonwoo's orgasm was fast approaching again, the coil winding itself back up as his moans got more airy. his legs began to tense up and he was for sure going to get a cramp in them until you started smoothing your hands over his thighs. despite how ruthless he was fucking into your mouth and how blurred your vision was from tears you couldn’t help but think he looked so pretty, his hair messed up from his headphones being pulled off and his eyes squeezed closed as his jaw fell slack. 

“god, fuck.” he curses loudly as he finally cums down your throat, his hips still bucking up as he rides his orgasm out. you make the lewdest gagging sound ever as you struggle to swallow his cum while having his dick still shoved down your throat. “shit.” he finally pulls out of your mouth, watching how a thick string of saliva and cum connect your mouth and his dick. “so pretty.” he sighs fondly as he gently wipes your lips before grabbing your chin to tug you up to sit in his lap. 

your thin pajama pants were soaked through from how aroused you were. he couldn’t help but sigh contently at the warmth of your clothed cunt sitting on top of his semi hard dick. he coos quietly at you as he takes the headphones off your head, messing your hair up even more but neither of you cared, especially when you two were able to hear mingyu cum through the headphones as vernon curses about how hot that was and cheol mumbles that he’s still extremely hard. 

“that was hot.” you mumble loud enough for the boys to hear you through the mic as you settle down in wonwoo's lap, getting comfortable in the minimal space you two had on the gaming chair. your boyfriend had a lazy smirk on his face, he was always the type to want to sleep after sex but he was far from done with you tonight, and despite the fatigue he was starting to feel he was definitely going to ruin you.  “what do you boys think i should do to her next?” wonwoo mumbles into his mic once he has his headphones back on, this time he was gonna give them something to listen to as they tell him how to fuck you. 

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[rubyreduji]

[minors dni]

greasy gamer pervert wonwoo who you're forced to live with because he's friends with your brother and now you guys share an apartment and he's the worst roommate ever because all he does is tease you and play video games

and he's such a fucking loser like barely wears pants and rarely does chores so you're left doing all of the cooking and cleaning. the only place you don't clean is wonwoo's room because you're too scared to go in there but every once in a while wonwoo comes out with a stack of dishes for you to do and you want to strangle him even more than normal

the most infuriating thing about living with wonwoo though is the fact that he's so effortlessly handsome and charming even when he's being the most rancid human being you've ever met. you'll be seconds away from yelling at him but then he shoots you a sly smile and suddenly you're doing his laundry for him

the factor of living with wonwoo that you weren't expecting at all is the way he's a total fucking pervert. you can hear his hentai porn videos blasting out of his speakers at 2am in the morning and you know it's on purpose because when he's gaming he always wears those digusting headphones that make his hair even greasier than it already is

then there was that time when you came home from a long day at work and wonwoo was in only his boxers on the couch, his dick pulled out from the leg, jerking himself hard, his other hand cupped around his balls. his whimpering was pathetic as he tried to get off. when you walked in you stopped right in the entrance, staring at him. neither of you said a word or made a move to leave either so wonwoo continued to buck up into his fist. he stared at you the whole time and you didn't take your eyes off of him either until he gasped and spurted semen all over his hand. after he finished you just scoffed and headed to your room and tried to banish all thoughts of just how long wonwoo was

after that day wonwoo got more bold with you. made sleazy comments to you and found any reason to put his hands on you and even started to coo about how you made such a good little house wife for him. you always brushed him off, calling him disgusting, but you could feel your resolve breaking everytime he'd brush up against you on his way to the bathroom or casually grope at your breasts while you were making dinner

everything comes to a head when you go to make a bowl of rice and realize that there are no bowls left in your cupboard which means they're all hiding in wonwoo's nasty gamer cave he calls a bedroom. you sigh as you make your way to his room. you knock but there's no response. ugh he probably has his headphones on

"wonwoo-" you open the door to chew him out but stop when you see the sight in front of you. first off wonwoo's room is not as dirty as you expected, but there is a pile of bowls sitting next to his PC. that's not what has you stopped though

laying on his bed is wonwoo, jerking off again, but this time he has a pair of pink cotton panties held up to his nose as he takes deep breaths, hand rapidly pumping at his length. the panties in his hand are the same panties you just put in your hamper before you took a shower

"f-fuck y/n," wonwoo gasps, glancing to where you're standing. "smells so fucking good. want the real thing in my face too. think about you every night doing this."

his eyes are drooped and hazed with lust and his too long hair is pulled back into a ponytail that makes him look way too sexy for your own good

he brings the cloth down from his nose and wraps his around his hard cock. "i-if you're gonna just s-stand there, least you can do is h-help out."

that's when everything breaks and you're on his bed, hand wrapping around his own as you press your lips up against his. he tastes like stale energy drinks and its gross but also so intoxicating

"want your pussy," wonwoo growls against your mouth. his long, bony fingers plunge into your shorts and panties and touch your dripping slit. he smirks at you before inserting two fingers in right away and you gasp. "so fucking good. so wet and warm."

he only fingers you for a few moments before he's tearing off your clothes and pulling on to his lap

"be lucky i'm not forcing my dick down your throat," wonwoo says as he lines his dick up to your pussy

he sheathes himself up into you and you whine and clamp down on him as wonwoo groans

"shit y/n. always knew your cunt would be perfect. now take it like a good girl."

wonwoo fucks you hard and fast and there are tears spilling out of your eyes by the time he's cumming inside of you, filling you up with his sticky white semen. he doesnt stop there though and flips your bodies over and starts to rut into you again. not that you're complaining at all. his dick hits in you do deep and you ashamedly loved the way he stares at you like you're nothing but an object to use

wonwoo cums in you again, his hand around your throat, his mouth on your tits. you hate how much you love it. wonwoo is panting into the valley of our breasts as he pulls out of you

"always knew you were a dirty girl who wanted me," he purrs. "don't deny it doll. you didn't stop me this time and you aren't going to stop me next time."

and you know he's right, already desiring to do it again

wonwoo is still the worst roommate ever but at least now he can make up for it with his dick

[part 2]

[sluttywoozi]

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~3k

Summary: Progamer!wonwoo is having a minor breakdown in a closet pre-tournament. Good thing you know the perfect good luck charm for him!

Warnings: smut (MINORS DNI), swearing, oral (wonu receiving), fingering, nipple play, mention of bruising, semipublic sex, unprotected sex (reader and wonu are in a committed relationship and only sleep with each other and reader is on birth control sooo), tiny flash of pain kink, wonu likes your thighs

Reader Notes: no gendered pronouns used but reader has vagina and breasts

Wonwoo’s taking deep breaths in the closet when he feels his phone buzz, knowing it could only be you. He’d turned notifications off for everyone else, he didn’t want anyone distracting him or worsening his already frazzled nerves. He can’t believe this day has come so soon; he almost doesn’t feel ready though he knows he did everything he could to prepare. 

Today is The Tournament. 

Despite his confidence in his skill and that of his teammates, he knows there’s a chance his team will lose today. This match isn’t very important in the grand scheme of things, they’ve already qualified for _World and this score won’t count towards his Sector 17 standings, but Wonwoo is more nervous than he’s ever been. 

He wishes he wasn’t, he wishes he didn’t still care so much, he wishes he had more time. But it’s too late now and he needs to compose himself, because soon, he’ll come face to face with them. 

His ex-team. The team he started with his best friend and the stray nerds they picked up along the way. The team that he built from the ground up. The team that kicked him to the curb without a second thought. 

Wonwoo knows his team could lose today because he grew up with his opponents. Hell, he taught half of them how to play. 

Of course, that didn’t matter to them when they mutinied against him, but that’s okay. 

Really. 

His phone buzzes again, pulling him from his thoughts. Pressing his forehead into the wall just a bit longer, he sighs before checking to see what you’d said. 

babe where are u? 

are you okay?

Nervous as he is, Wonwoo can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face. He should’ve known you’d be worrying about him, you’d been there through the fallout and know what today means to him. 

He pushes up his glasses and the sleeves of his hoodie, sending you directions to the storage closet he’s hiding in. He makes sure to use landmarks, knowing you’re directionally challenged and liable to get lost. He’s not yet done enough wallowing to leave the dark space to find you.  

Now that he knows you’re on your way, some of his energy returns. He doesn’t like to be anxious or nervous in front of you, but he knows, at this point, you’re the only one who can help. 

Bouncing in his vans, Wonwoo tries to fix his hair, knowing it’s been smushed by the wall and not wanting you to see him anxious and messy. He thinks he’s getting there when there’s a knock on the door. Gentle as it was, he still jumps, and his hand flies up and out of his hair, undoing his progress. 

He opens the door a sliver, peeking out to see your concerned face. He opens it a bit more, grabbing your hand through the crack and pulling you in quickly. 

A bit too quickly, apparently, because you stumble on your feet and into his chest. His arms wrap around you and he laughs, stabilizing you and then squeezing a bit, just for fun. You swat at his chest and whine, “don’t laugh, it was your fault!”

He just laughs more, and you can’t hold your pout for long before your giggles join his. Nerves momentarily forgotten, he leans down to kiss you, having missed you for the 15 minutes he’d been hiding. You bite down on his lip unexpectedly, making him breathe out a bit of a moan and grip onto you tighter. 

The kiss gets deeper than he intended but he can’t complain, not when you’re sucking on his tongue like this and he can feel your heartbeat against his. His glasses slip down his nose with the movement of his mouth and you push them back up for him, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs and making his heart clench. 

He loves how you care for him, it shows in everything you do, even in moments like this. 

Especially in moments like this, he thinks, as you sink down to your knees, trailing your fingers over the logo on his hoodie as you go. He’s trying not to hyperventilate, growing harder in his jeans when you press your hand to him, thumb unerringly finding the head of his dick. 

He can’t believe you’re doing this, here, now. You barely even kiss him in public, knowing that he gets shy and can’t handle more than a peck before he’s hiding his face in sweater paws. But here you are, kneeling on the ground and looking up at him with an eager smile and a building full of people just a door away. 

He tries to take a steadying breath but as soon as your fingers find his button and zipper, his knees get weak. He has to shuffle backwards to lean against the wall, lips pursing and head tilting back to escape the image of you crawling on your knees toward him. He’s already embarrassingly hard, he doesn’t need to make it worse. 

With his eyes closed, your hand around him shocks him into a loud moan. You accidentally dig your nails into his hip, making him yelp and get harder, and you giggle before reminding him that he needs to be quiet. 

He’s nodding, he thinks, but honestly doesn’t know because suddenly your hot mouth wraps around the head of his cock and you start feeding him down your throat. He chokes down a moan when you choke on him, and tries desperately to keep his hips from bucking into you. You start bobbing your head, fucking him with your mouth and moaning, sending vibrations down his cock and into the depths of his stomach. Breathing shakily, he brushes your hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear, resting his hand on your neck. 

Which was a bad decision, a bad, bad decision because now he can feel your throat working around his cock with his hand, and he’s suddenly ridiculously close to the edge. 

“Baby, baby, wait!“ He groans out, knowing that if your mouth doesn’t leave him in the next minute, he’ll cum. You pull off with a sticky pop, your lips glistening and plush in the low light, and Wonwoo has to close his eyes again. Your thumbs run back and forth over his hips as he tries to gather himself, his gasping breaths loud in the small room. 

You smile fondly up at him, and he can feel his heart flip, nearly in disbelief that you love him enough to get on your knees for him in a dirty hall closet and grin about it. 

“You good?” You ask teasingly, and he nods profusely before shaking his head. Your eyebrows convey your confusion and he rushes to explain himself. 

“Please, can I fuck you?” He breathes out, “please, baby, I wanna be inside you so bad.” 

He can feel his dick pulsing and his heart racing, knowing you might say no. Wonwoo would be happy, grateful even, to finish in your mouth but all he can think about right now is the way your soft thighs feel around his hips and the velvet heat of your cunt. 

You don’t contemplate for long before reaching a hand up to him. He takes it in his own, pulling you up and pulling you closer, before cradling your face in both hands. He leans down, immediately pushing his tongue between your lips so he can chase the taste of himself in your mouth. 

Walking forward, he presses you against the opposite wall, hands moving down your body to pull at your shirt. 

“Wonwoo, we don’t have time to take everything off,” you gasp out, presumably distracted by his lips on your neck and the path they’re taking further and further down. 

He must look as crestfallen as he feels because you sigh dramatically and raise your arms, face flat but eyes shining. He lets out a quiet little yay and tugs the shirt over your head, careful not to stretch the collar or mess up your hair. His hands fly behind your back to unclasp your bra and as soon you shrug the straps off, he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth. 

He sucks hard, laving his tongue over the bumps and sinking his teeth into you a little. His fingers roll the other, tugging lightly before trailing down your stomach to hook into your jeans. He tries to wiggle his fingers inside but the waistband is too tight and he lets out a huff of frustration around your nipple. Pulling off, Wonwoo focuses on your button and zipper, undoing both and yanking them off, along with your underwear. They catch on your shoe and you have to brace yourself on his shoulder but soon enough, he’s got you naked. 

He can see the wetness glimmer between your thighs and whines deep in this throat, fingers diving into your folds and seeking out your clit. His other hand pulls your thigh up around his hip and you lean against the wall, muffling your moan against the back of your hand as he gives your clit a quick swipe. His fingers delve deeper, one sliding inside and, when he feels how wet you are around him, another joining, then a third. His heart is pounding, ears ringing with your sighs and fingers curling inside of you, so enraptured he almost forgets the goal here. 

“Are you ready, baby? Think you can take my cock now?” 

His fingers find that rough patch inside of you and rub insistently, and your hips jerk against his hand. You whimper loudly and his other hand flies up to cover your mouth, “Baby, if you can’t be quiet, I can’t fuck you.”

You’re nodding, eyes teary and breath quick against his palm, and he removes it to pull your other leg up around his waist, bracing you against the wall. He curls his fingers one last time before sliding them out of you and wrapping them around his dick, stroking once to get it slicked up. Grinding the head against your clit a little, he smirks when you swallow a whine and let out a small please. Wonwoo doesn’t make you beg often, and he won’t now, but hearing you plead for him sends a wave of heat through his belly that makes his cock twitch. 

Notching the head at your entrance, he starts pushing in. Your slick walls pulse around him, sucking him in as you moan lowly. Wonwoo groans deep in his chest, feeling his breath hitch when he bottoms out inside of you and you clench down on him. Locking his eyes with yours, he checks in and you nod, thrusting your hips against his and making him gasp. 

He pulls his hips as far back as your legs around him allow, and sinks into you again, bending his knees a little. Wonwoo loves fucking you like this; it’s the perfect angle for him to hit your g-spot with each thrust and he gets to feel your thighs tighten around him and quiver as you get closer. 

A punched out cry leaves you every time the head of his cock taps that spot, and he has to cover your mouth again. He uses his own lips this time, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth and swallowing your sounds. He’s pounding into you now, groaning lowly and squeezing your hips in his hands. Your flesh dips beneath his fingers and Wonwoo knows you’ll have bruises later; he’d feel bad if he didn’t also know how much you love it. 

His head is starting to feel fuzzy, from a lack of oxygen or blood or his approaching climax, probably all three, and he moves his fingers down to rub at your clit. You’re gasping into his mouth, eyes clenched shut and tears lining your lashes, and he needs you to finish soon because he refuses to cum first. 

Your thighs start their tell-tale quivering, muscles tensing beneath skin and hugging him tighter, and Wonwoo almost sighs in relief. He’s not sure how much longer he can last; he’s been on the edge since you dropped to your knees and your wet heat is dragging him closer at what feels like the speed of light. 

When he feels your walls start fluttering around him, Wonwoo knows you’re almost there and doubles down, circling your clit with two fingers and bucking into you as hard as you can take. You pull your mouth away from his and bury your head in his neck, biting down on his hoodie to stay quiet as he fucks you into the wall. 

Wonwoo sucks in a breath when you clench down on his cock so fucking hard he can’t even pull out and cum with a keening wail. He swears quietly, feeling your walls milking him and sucking him in even deeper somehow, catalyzing his own climax. He drops his head onto your chest, gasping wetly against your sternum before wrapping his mouth around a breast to muffle himself. He groans as his cock jumps inside you, hot cum shooting out in ropes and mixing with your wetness to seep out around where he fills you. His eyes fall shut as his mind blanks and he feels at peace for the first time in weeks. 

He comes back to himself slowly, feeling your ribs expand as you attempt to catch your breath. He releases your breast from his mouth and kisses a path up your chest, ending at your lips where he gives you a sweet, chaste kiss. You’re starting to kiss him back when your phone rings, buried under your jeans and lighting up through the fabric. He pulls away from you, catching your grimace at the emptiness and pecking your forehead before he lets you down. He keeps his hands around your waist until you’re steady on your feet, watching as you walk over to grab your phone on shaky legs. 

He has to avert his eyes when you bend over because he can see his cum leaking out of you and starting to trickle down your thighs and he really can’t afford to get hard again right now. He’s shaking out your shirt, trying to get all of the dust and crumbs off of it because he knows they bother you, when you let out a triumphant cackle. 

“30 minutes on the dot! Do I know us or do I know us,” You say smugly, hands on your hips and eyes shining, unashamed of your nakedness. 

Wonwoo doesn’t know what the fuck you’re talking about so he just looks at you, nose scrunched and glasses askew. 

You say nothing, pulling wet wipes out of the pocket of your jeans and cleaning his dick up before tucking it away and redoing his pants. You pull tissues out next, dabbing at his face and the back of his neck before gently taking off his glasses and cleaning them, with a new tissue thank god.

He doesn’t really know what to do here so he just lets you do your thing, you obviously have a plan considering how prepared you are. His vision returns as you place his glasses back on his face and fix his hair, straightening out his hoodie. Your eyes narrow and your lips purse as you tug at the strings until they’re even, face clearing when you deem him presentable. You bounce up on your toes to give him a peck, grinning and turning him towards the door. 

He takes an uncertain step forward, looking back at you to make sure he was following your unspoken instructions. He jumps when you tap him on the ass to encourage him further, hands shooting back to cover himself and walking closer to the door. 

His hand wraps around the handle and he looks back at you one more time, asking dumbly, “What do I do now?“ 

Your lips stretch into a confident grin, sparkling eyes staring back at him, and say, “Win your tournament, babe. You’ve got your good luck charm.” 

Biting his lips and nodding, he’s about to open the door when he realizes he needs just a bit more luck, crossing the small space between you quickly and claiming your lips in a kiss. He feels your warm hands cradle his face as you kiss him back, and he has never been more in love. 

Standing with his team, Wonwoo waits to shake hands with his ex-teammates. He rubs his cold hands together before sticking them in the pocket of his hoodie, hoping to warm them up. His right hand catches on fabric, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. It doesn’t feel like the fleece lining of the sweatshirt and he’s wondering if it’s a dryer sheet when his fingers brush over what feels like lace. His eyes blow wide open behind his glasses and he tries to control his breathing as he realizes just what’s in his pocket. 

Your panties. 

You’d left your panties in his pocket. And they’re your favorite pair, judging by the little bows on the sides. 

He’s struggling to keep his composure, looking up to find his ex-best friend approaching, hand outstretched. Wonwoo says nothing as he shakes the bastard’s hand with the same one that had just touched your panties, fighting a smug smile.  He’s about to move on to the next loser when he hears, “Hey, do you remember y/n? Talk about the one that got away, huh?”

He can’t fight the smirk now, and just backs up slowly, hands in his pocket and rubbing the lace of your panties between his thumb and forefinger. He’s barely turned around when he feels you crash into him, shouting your congratulations and kissing him wherever you can. He just smiles and says, “All thanks to my good luck charm,” before wrapping his arm around your waist and steering you out. Making sure his ex-best friend catches the JEON printed across your shoulders, Wonwoo presses a kiss to the side of your head and looks forward to celebrating with you (again and again and again).

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Game boy

Your gaming ‘enemy’ helps you out

The word ‘Defeat’ seemed to be taunting you as it flashed on your screen for what felt like the hundredth time. A groan escaped your lips as you let your head fall dramatically on your desk. This wasn’t the first time you lost to “1woo” as a matter of fact in your mind you had an unspoken rivalry. A message notification made you lift up your head again.

1woo: Hey. Do you want some pointers?

You kept rereading the message in shock. The enemy wanted to help you? In all the months you played against each other it never crossed your mind that he would actually be nice.

Y/N: Sure thanks :)

1woo: :)

After the last message he sent you his discord. After you joined the voice call you were even more shocked at the deepness of his voice.

“So I’ve been watching your strategy for a while and you typically play like this.” He had another screen up and demonstrated your gameplay. “I used to play like that too. But I found doing it this way and leveraging yourself like this works better.” He showed you a couple times and then asked you to do repeat it the way he did it.

After you caught on to that he praised you and moved on to the next tactic. A quiet moment came as the two of you practiced. “I’m Wonwoo by the way.” You forgot you didn’t even know his name til now. Somehow it felt like you had known each other for years.

As the two of you started talking more you realized you didn’t live that far away from eachother. Wonwoo invited you to go to the pc cafe with him sometime.

Your heart fluttered in anticipation as you walked to the cafe. The two of you greeted each other and went inside. Wonwoo set up a 2v2 game which the two of you won rather quick. Wonwoo was impressed with how much you had improved. A couple hours passed like minutes when your stomach growled loud enough he could hear it. “Shall we go eat?” He asked with an amused smirk.

He showed you his favorite restaurant and what he normally gets. The conversation flowed naturally and before long inside jokes were being made. As night settled in Wonwoo offered to walk you home. As the two of you approached your door Wonwoo asked a final question “Can I take you out again?” “I’d love that.” You responded with a smile as big as his. And just like that you had a second date set up with Wonwoo.

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🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Look up at me for a moment, gorgeous,” Wonwoo commands, and you do as you’re told. He meets your gaze, his skin flushed from your mouth suctioning on his cock. “Just need to get your eyes right for your character,” he explains, threading his fingers through your hair and aiding you up and down on his throbbing length. “Such pretty eyes. You look so good staring up at me with your mouth stuffed full, baby.”

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, use of dragon knotted dildo toy, use of vibrator, multiple reader orgasms, blow job, dirty talk, slight power play/humiliation, clit sucking, overstimulation, pussy stretching, reader rides the toy then Wonwoo uses the toy to make her cum again, talking reader through it, mutual masturbation, Wonwoo strokes himself off to the reader using her toys, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwoo’s) puppy

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 3.9k

🍭 aus. Established relationship au, gamer!Wonwoo, etc…

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“I guess I didn’t really have the energy to take care of you last night,” Wonwoo admits, leaning forward to press his lips to the spot above your navel.

You let go of his hand in favour of threading your fingers through his curls, his hair teasing your sensitive skin as he presses kisses up toward your rib cage. He cups the back of your thighs, tugging you closer.

Wonwoo reaches your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick at the underside of your boob, eyes gazing up at you.

“How about a compromise?” he suggests, breath hot on your sensitive skin.

“A compromise?” Your words come out shaky as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

He hums against the sensitive bud, one hand lifting to massage your ass. Then, he pulls away from your breast, looking up at you with a grin. “I just wanna finish your character first.”

You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head at Wonwoo. You step away from him, but he grabs at your hand. “Kiss,” he instructs, and you begrudgingly lean down to press a chaste peck to his lips. His fingers thread through your hair, cupping the back of your skull to keep your mouth on his for a few moments longer, then he releases you. 

“Should only take five or ten minutes,” he tells you. “And I need you here to model.” 

“One second,” you groan, heading to your closet.

If he doesn’t want to fuck you right away, if he wants to prioritize his video game, that’s just fine. You can start without him.

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Can you please explode Dino with that TNT? | Jeon Wonwoo

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“No, Y/N I cannot just blow Dino’s head off with this TNT”

His voice was only a little bit annoyed so she tried again.

“Why not tho? Chan said that he would be a better kisser than you when we were playing that board game with him the other day”

Y/N smirked upon seeing the expression that showed on her Wonwoo’s handsome face. She was pretty bored from just watching how her boyfriend is playing uneventful gameplay and couldn’t resist to annoy him just a little bit.

“If I could told him about us I would have show him just how wrong he was right there and then”

She shrugged her shoulders trying to ignore how red her cheeks got and patted his biceps from her place on his lap.

“Yeah but then our little dark secret would go into the word and that’s just too scary” she said honestly ”also I would have to kiss him also to judge fairly”

He didn’t like that last comment. She was quickly thrown off his lap onto the couch next to him. Wonwoo was now looking at his girlfriend very much horrified.

“What?” He asked slowly and put his controller and earbuds away.

“Well I guess you two could kiss and then decide which one is a better kisser. I can be a little bit biased when it comes to you” she joked throwing one of her arms around Wonwoo’s waist while the other played with his t-shirt.

Only then he was sure she wasn’t serious.

“ oh my god woman I thought you wanted to kiss Chan”

Y/N laughed and kissed his both chicks.

“Why would I when I have the best kisser in the world all to myself?”

Wonwoo definitely liked that remark cause the space between him and his girlfriend got even smaller.

“Wonwoo I really like where this is going and all but Chan is killing you in the game right now with a freaking stick”

That was enough for him to grab his controller back. He didn’t push her away tho, only tacked her safely under his arm while his chin rested on her head.

“So now did he manage to pull something awful enough to be exploded with TNT?” She asked and Wonwoo only smiled viciously and started to chase after the younger one’s character with a torch and a red block of TNT.

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❝ make you bite your words ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis all you want in the world is to make your rival bite his words when he gets too cocky at a competition. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / gamer!wonwoo / gamer!reader / team captain!couple / cocky wonwoo / cocky reader / drunk seventeen, so alcohol is involved and boisterous behaviour / a little enemies to lovers vibe ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing wonwoo x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note the video game in question is overwatch because its the only thing i have common sense about // also this is fuelled by the fact overwatch league is happening right now

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You tapped your pen against the desk, staring amongst your team as they sat idly waiting your decisions for the upcoming tournament. You were to yet again play against enemy schools’ Overwatch teams as usual and that meant you were also once more going to face your rival - Jeon Wonwoo. He was the team captain for one of the enemy teams and you despised each other thoroughly. It always became more than a competition between the two of you.

“What roster are we going to start with?”  Mingyu spoke up from your left, where he was chewing a piece of gum. The others proceeded to raise their heads, as if remembering why they were there. You hummed, pausing the tapping of your pen.

“Well we’re against Yonsei first,” you uttered, tilting your head back, “they’re strong on their supports so we need to counter them with damage, focus their supports and cut off healing.”

Mingyu nodded at your response, his eyes drifting around the team.

“That means Chan and Minghao would be our ideal damage picks, right?” Seokmin spoke up and there was numerous agreements amongst your team as you nodded.

“Yeah. Gyu, can I put you on the bench for damage?” You turned back to the tall male and he flashed a bright grin at you, nodding, “Seokmin, I want you and Vernon on tank so we can maybe run a dive comp.” 

Your eyes fell to Seungkwan and the corners of your mouth turned up as so did his. He nodded his head before the words even needed to come out of your mouth, knowing the two of you would be the team’s supports. The group turned back to talking amongst themselves, discussing comps you could use and which damage you’d like to go for. You watched before your eyelashes fluttered shut and you considered what it would be like to win against Yonsei again, to see that look of defeat on Wonwoo’s usually cocky face. The way he’d hold a smirk so surely during your matches up until victory shines in your face.

You could almost scoff at the thought. His ego was huge for such a quiet man, one that you would find attractive if it wasn’t for the rivalry and asshole attitude. You tuned into your team making dinner plans, arguing over whether or not to go for Korean barbeque. 

“I say we go but we make Mingyu pay,” you teased, opening your eyes to see Mingyu’s shocked face. When he said nothing, you stood up, “thanks Gyu!”

-

You threw the hand warmer back and forth between your hands, admiring the crowds of students and families that had come to watch the tournament today. You glanced back over your shoulder at your team, adorning their team jerseys as they chatted idly - waiting for the caster to begin to introduce the teams. As the caster greeted the crowds, welcoming to the tournament, you felt a wave of nausea wash over you that you couldn’t explain. Your hand shot out to the bottle on the surface beside you, taking a gulp of water anxiously. Vernon patted your shoulder.

“Nerves?” He kept his voice low, knowing how much you valued your reputation as the team captain. You flashed a meek smile, nodding with a defeated sigh.

“I always get them, even if I’m confident we’ll do fine.” You admitted with an embarrassed laugh to which Vernon smiled at, bringing his arm around your shoulder as Yonsei’s team were introduced, walking onto the stage.

“We’ll do absolutely fine, y/n.” Vernon reassured you. You watched the enemy team closely, from their supports - Lee Jihoon and Joshua Hong -, their tanks - Jeon Wonwoo and Choi Seungcheol - and finally their damage - Kwon Soonyoung and Wen Junhui. -

Another pat was felt on your back as Mingyu joined you and Vernon. He smiled, listening to the caster.

“Time to meet your opponents; Seoul University!” The caster yelled excitedly, causing a booming round of applause from the audience. You held your breath, “starting with their damage today, Lee Chan and Xu Minghao.”

The two walked past you, heading up onto the stage to stand in front of the row of monitors and gaming computers you’d be using today. There was more reaction from the crowds and you thought about whether your family had actually turned up. The caster called for Lee Seokmin and Vernon Chwe next, meaning you were left with no warmth around your shoulders as Vernon left your side. Your breath was laboured as Seungkwan moved to take his place, holding your clammy hand in his as he tried to break a reassuring smile at you but it came out just as nervous as the two of you felt.

“And finally, their supports Boo Seungkwan and y/n l/n!” Your hands parted as you let Seungkwan head onto the stage first, his smile becoming bright as he waved. You followed his steps, ignoring that your legs were absolute jelly as you waved towards the audience with your most confident smile, standing beside Seungkwan once more with a different atmosphere between you both. The caster requested the team captains met at centre stage before the games began and your breath hitched in your throat. Seungkwan flashed you a look and you nodded.

Your legs didn’t have to carry you far, so you had to watch silently as Wonwoo approached you, already wearing that smirk.

“Already confident you’ll win?” You muttered as he stood before you, towering over you like Mingyu would. Wonwoo scoffed.

“Sure thing sweetheart, don’t let the nerves mess you up too much.” He threw back, causing you to raise a brow as you eyed him. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll be biting those words by the end of this.” The words didn’t mean to come out in such a condescending tone with a low hiss but you were tired of the cocky male belittling you when your win rate was higher than his. You parted, heading to your seats to begin.

-

Things were going more than well amongst your team, as you’d manage to take two of the maps so far and were only in need of one more map for your well deserved victory. It was Route 66, not your favourite payload map but you’d take any payload map that you had a chance to play Ana on - and so you did. Yonsei’s Soonyoung had chosen Genji, causing issues for you as he lowered your health drastically and began to chase.

“They’re targetting me,” you told your team through the team voice chat, “by spawn, it’s their Genji.”

Vernon appeared on Rein, shielding you as you used your nade to restore your health. Wonwoo had also appeared on Rein to protect his Genji as your team had gathered to defend you. In between hitting shots on Vernon to heal him, you’d managed to shoot past him and one of your shots landed on Wonwoo who was already inexplicably low on health. The shot killed him, coming up in the kill feed seconds later.

You could hear your team laughing through their mics in the voice chat, giving you small praises as you continued to defend. Blood roared in your ears and you slyly took a glance at Wonwoo, watching his tongue poke his cheek as he looked incredibly annoyed at his monitor. ‘Biting your words yet?’ You thought to yourself as you focused once more. 

-

Your team took Route 66 with ease, leaving you with a 3-0 win in your honour as you removed your headset. The volume of the crowds suddenly enhanced as you were faced with the noise of reality, making you wince as your team gathered around your chair to celebrate with a hug. You let out a relieved sigh, laughing as the sweaty men engulfed you.

-

Backstage you sat alone once more on one of the couches, tapping through social media on your phone. Your team had all gone to speak to their families, leaving you with some peace to process yet another victory. You hadn’t expected for your team to roll Yonsei this tournament but they didn’t even manage to reverse sweep and take a win from you. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear as someone approached you, with an iced coffee in one of his hands and his other hand shoved into his jean pocket.

“Good game.” His deep voice suddenly spoke and you almost dropped your phone as you jumped, your body jolting a little as he caught you off guard. Your eyes turned to look up at Wonwoo, slightly bewildered. He’d never came to say anything to you after a game.

“Hm. You too.” Your voice was low as you sat up properly, eyeing him. He didn’t seem to carry the smug attitude he usually had and he wasn’t exactly smirking either but you didn’t know how to process his kindness without being hostile. Wonwoo rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“I suppose you made me bite my words, huh?” He looked around the room, which was a dressing room used for the theatre kids. Your team had used it to chill before and after the tournament today, leaving their stuff here with you while they disappeared, “I suppose I deserved it.”

Your fingers fumbled nervously as you looked down, unsure how to respond for some time. This was unlike the relationship the two of you had, cussing each other out before every match your teams played, death glares and smirks galore.

“We’re going for barbeque and drinks, my team wanted to know if you and your team wanted to join. We’ll pay, you did win after all.” Wonwoo chuckled, sipping his iced coffee. You chewed your lower lip, feeling unexpected heat rising to your cheeks.

“We’ll have to meet you there, they’re all talking to their families right now.” You surprised yourself taking Wonwoo’s offer. Yet as he stood there, his hair looking oddly soft and his skin borderline porcelain, you didn’t surprise yourself - did you?

-

Even your team doubted you when you told them what had happened but as they sat amongst Wonwoo’s team, stuffing their faces and playing drinking games, that doubt had definitely dissolved. With red faces and slurred words, you could only roll your eyes as you texted your flatmate to let her know you might need a ride back - with multiple males, that is. She agreed to pick you up before she scolded you to put your phone down and socialise for once.

An arm was slung around your shoulder, pulling you into the male’s side. Vernon beamed at you, popping some beef from the barbeque into his mouth. You creased, slapping his chest.

“You reek, Hansol.” You whined, pulling away from him and making the others laugh as he pouted.

“You don’t drink, y/n?” Joshua asked from opposite you on the table - you shook your head at the older male, “neither.”

It was comforting to know there was at least one other sober person sat at the table with you however you were outnumbered by the amount of horrifically smelling males and Joshua was very aware of that as he rubbed his temple. 

“Yah, y/n do you like anyone?” Jeonghan spoke up with a slight slur to his words. You were way too sober to answer that, you thought as you sent a small glance in Wonwoo’s direction where he was staring at Jeonghan. Scared he’ll get embarrassed by his team’s drunken antics? You didn’t exactly get a chance to open your mouth and evade the question as Mingyu opened his loud mouth, making you groan.

“Y/n never likes anyone,” he huffed like a child, taking another shot of soju, “she wouldn’t even tell us if she did!”

Your team nodded amongst each other as if their minds weren’t fuzz from all the alcohol and they could actually understand the conversation topic. Soonyoung let out flamboyant gasp, his hands flying to his face.

“Really? Wonwoo tells us everything-” he was cut off by the man, who looked like the conversation alone had sobered him up.

“That’s enough guys...” He chuckled awkwardly, patting Soonyoung’s shoulder who was pursing his lips.

“What’s wrong Woo? We won’t tell them you like y/n, silly.” Soonyoung voiced explicitly loud and yet you froze on the spot, your cheeks flushing a bright red as if you had been drinking as much as your team. Wonwoo cleared his throat, looking down with a small sigh as he hid his face. Your team gathered to you, compiled with wolf whistles and odd comments that you could only assume was the alcohol speaking. 

-

The night began to draw to an end, your flatmate parking her car in front of the restaurant as you herded your wasted team into the vehicle. Your flatmate would make comments occasionally, especially at how boisterous they was. 

“Oh my God you guys stink,” she laughed and you groaned, “bet you regret agreeing now, don’t you?”

“In more ways than one, give me a moment.” You flashed her a smile through her open passenger window where she was waiting for you as you closed the back door. She nodded, watching as you headed towards Yonsei’s slurring team.

Wonwoo and Joshua were the ones clambering them into the mini van, occasionally cursing under their breaths as a member would escape as they weren’t looking. Joshua caught you approaching first, clearing his throat as he excused himself to end up wrestling Seungcheol. Wonwoo rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look at you.

“I am so sorry for them, I-” Wonwoo began to spurt out words in an embarrassed panic and you shook your head, cutting him off.

“No, it’s okay, I knew I would never hear it from your own mouth.” You mused, wrapping your jacket around your body some more as a harsh winter wind blew around the two of you. Wonwoo stared at you, unsure how to process your presence after he was outed so casually by his own team. Yet as he watched the wind whip your hair around, your body beginning to shake a little as your lower lip trembled in the cold, he knew this conversation was on limited time. Boldly, he stepped forward towards you, his body blocking the gusts of wind as he towered over you once more as he had done on the stage earlier that day. 

You stared up at him, smiling despite the weather’s harsh conditions in the restaurant’s car park. Wonwoo let out a small, breathy laugh before he leant down and pressed his lips to yours, his arms finding their way around you as the wind almost knocked your balance. Your sweater paws reached up, grabbing handfuls of his shirt until your knuckles were white as you lifted yourself to your tiptoes, bringing yourself closer to Wonwoo.

As uncomfortable as you may have been that night surrounded by alcohol and drunken men, you finally got the reason behind Wonwoo’s asshole attitude and condescending smirk and it was all you could have wished for.  

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