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[mae-gi-writes]

OUTSIDE BOUNDARIES || VERNON CHWE (part one)

what happens when ball of sunshine meets Mr. Grumpy? When you make the sacrificial decision of shadowing Dr. Hanson Chwe to scramble for your TA hours, nothing could’ve prepared you for the way in which this grumpy ass charms his way into your heart.

Genre: romcom, university au! Student! Reader x professor! Vernon, svt members…

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE

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He always looked so darn sullen.

With those dark locks falling across his face and those intense orbs hidden behind steel-framed glasses, Dr. Chwe was the subject of pride of the Psychology Department. He was the best professor by far, a lecturer that gave his facts outright, and was never one to be found mingling among his peers. Cold. Tough. Dark. Those were the adjectives coined to his name.

But you were desperate.

You waited till his final class ended. It was late evening and it was icy cold, gusts of wind slamming against the building walls with such force you could feel it rattle, even through cement. As the students walked out and the chatter dispersed across the corridors, you quickly slid inside the lecture hall only to find him by the podium.

This hall was specially designed for lectures, rows and rows of seats that ressembled a theatre room and a stage for the professor, with a screen to project any slides of particular interest.

"Hello," you called tentatively, trying to get into his field of vision. He paused in his paper rustling, looking up with a frown.

You continued regardless, shuffling forward so that you could get a closer look at him, "Hi, sorry to disturb. Dr. Chwe? I'm Y/N, a graduate from the music department."

"Yes, and?"

"I'm looking for a TA job with you--"

"No."

"Wha--" you blink up at him, "I haven't even given you any argument yet."

"Why is a music major asking for a TA position in my department?"

"Well Dr. Hong told me to ask you specifically, to help me out this one time because music and psychology are interrelated. And plus, I'm working on my master thesis and it has to do with their relationship--"

"Irrelevant. Find a professor from your own department," with that, he closed his folder of testpapers and made a move to walk out. You quickly stepped before him, chin high and trying hard not to tremble in front of his tall frame. He was slim, and yet he looked like he could crush you with one single glance.

"Wait. Please," you held up your hands as if in surrender, trying to ignore the way his scowl deepened, "please. I really really need this opportunity. Like, I don't even need you to read my research, just please make me your TA and I promise I'll--"

"Even if I could, I can't. We're not in the same department."

"We're in Bachelor of Arts both, that's good enough right? Right?" You wondered whether begging on your knees would convince him, "I swear I'll be good. Ask Dr. Hong, he's the one who recommended you. Said you could help me."

"He...said that?" Dr. Chwe looked suspicious, eyes narrowed and stance cold.

"Yes! You can ask him. I can call him right now--"

He stopped you, palm held in the air and a grim expression clouding his features, "I will talk to him."

"But I--"

He didn't wait, pushed past you with his stack of papers and ignored your protests that kept following him out in the corridor until the door closed right in your face.

Well, so much for an attempt to find a reliable spot in academia. You were so fucked.

----

If there was one thing you had learnt from this whole encounter, it was that Dr. Chwe did not like being disturbed when it wasn’t class time. Oh, he was helpful to his students alright…until the lesson was over. Then the beast took over, devoiding him of human emotion and contributing to the bastard-y tag that he received amongst gossipers.

Nevertheless, he was a popular Professor at the University of BurnBridges and you couldn’t deny his talent. He had a way of dealing with people — not surprising, considering that he was a psychology professor — that made you feel like you had both the responsibility of the knowledge shared and that you were an active participant in this fostering of information. He understood you more than you could understand yourself, which came from his countless observations as he walked around the campus perimeter.

(Not that you’d know. You did not stalk him throughout the day just to see what his routine was like. You did not wish for him to seek our Dr. Hong out of his own will. Not at all.)

A week passed with nothing on the radar. You probed Dr. Hong in hopes that he’d help you out. He was the beloved maniac of the Music and Theatre Department, as crazy and as gentle as he was. If Dr. Chwe was a big, sulky wolf then Dr. Hong was the lovely puppy abandoned on the corner of the street. Everyone loved him.

“I tried, Professor, I really did,” you kept on whining every day after class, “but it’s been a full week and he hasn’t responded yet.”

Dr. Hong just laughed, “he’s probably busy with corrections. It is mid-term season after all. If I ever bump into him I’ll tell him to re-consider your offer.”

“Tell him that it doesn’t have to be legal or on paper,” you were desperate for him to hear you out, for if you didn’t have a position by the end of this week, you were considered dead meat, “I just need my TA hours filled and he can show me how to grade his papers—“

“Do you even know a thing about Psychology?”

A voice cut through your conversation as cold as ice and you whip round, only to find none other than the said person in question standing by the door and looking as annoyed as ever.

You briefly wondered how he would look like without the scowl. Probably ten times more handsome.

“I—Yes of course I do! I minored in Psych! That’s why I’m asking you whether you— well, I’m sure I’ll be able to help you in some way,” you stuttered out before you lost the courage, inwardly wincing at how the words made it out of your mouth. Wow. So not cool Y/N.

“Y/N’s been in my class since first year,” Dr. Hong prompts, “and she hasn’t yet disappointed me. So I’d say she’s a firm package.”

Dr. Chwe looked like he was ready to chew his colleague’s head off for supporting you and yet, the latter didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, “come on, Vern. You need a TA anyway—“

“I do not need a TA.”

“Surely you do. Every professor has one. It wouldn’t make sense for you to grade all those papers, and who’s going to hold your seminars for you?”

“I already have someone doing that for me.”

“Nakamura’s only doing it because she fancies you,” Dr. Hong rolled his eyes playfully, “come on Vern. If ever you have any trouble, you can come straight to me.”

Dr. Chwe’ s gaze flitted from your face to Dr. Hong’s, the scowl deepening with every second like a storm slowly rolling in and shadowing his features. It was a surprising duo that boggled you, the sunshine puppy Dr. Hong and the moody Dr. Chwe together in one room, looking like the best of friends.

But that soon went out of your brain the moment Dr. Chwe sighed, turned around and started walking out of the room. You scrambled up after him, “wait Professor, I—“

“Be in my office on Monday. 8am. Don’t be late.”

He spat them out like venom before the door slammed shut, leaving you with Dr. Hong in a mixture of confusion and excitement.

Slowly, you turned towards your professor, “Did he just…” trailing off without knowing what to say next, you saw Dr. Hong burst out laughing.

“That’s it, Y/N. You’re in.”

You were in. You still had a chance to make it through.

———

Dr. Chwe scared the shit out of you.

He didn't hesitate to bite your head off at every mistake, every chance he got. He loved taunting you, seeing you struggle to cope with the material prepared, loved dumping testpapers in your arms for you to correct till early morning hours. He especially enjoyed asking you questions in the middle of his lectures so that you'd have to scramble for a response on the spot, blush littering your cheeks and fingers fumbling.

You knew it wasn't fair, but you also knew that it was an opportunity that wasn't supposed to be yours in the first place. You had just gotten lucky because the psychology department wad one TA short and really needed the help.

Still, seeing Dr. Chwe every day traumatised you to no end.

"He looks like he can kill me. I can't even talk when I'm around him," you kept on complaining to your buddy Minghao. He, also part of the music department, had the luck of getting the famous Dr. Woozi, composer, pianist and singer. God knew what strings he'd pulled for that.

"At least he's hot," Minghao commented.

"Yeah well, I don't think that comes in handy."

"I think you should bribe him with food."

You shot him a look, "that's a terrible idea."

You decided to test out Minghao's theory by bringing him a coffee during your next TA meeting. Something small, yet significant and helpful. Everyone loved a bit of caffeine, right?

"Here you go, and extra shot of espresso just for you," you set it down with a flourish and fought hard to keep yourself from smiling, expression faltering whrn Dr. Chwe looked up at you as though you had just placed a dead corpse on his desk.

"What?" You tried to lighten the mood, "I thought coffee would cheer you up, considering you look like only had one hour of sleep."

"I had three, thanks for asking."

"Oh I wasn't, but please," you motioned towards the said cup, "go ahead."

"I...don't drink coffee."

"No way," you sat down at your desk, grabbing the pile of testpapers that you would have to start grading pronto, "how are you still standing? Energade? Tea?"

He favoured ignorance, proceeding to flick through the department documents. You pressed on, "do you prefer soda? I know some people prefer soda but that's like, really not good for your health. Or maybe-- oh wait, you're a hot chocolate fan aren't you?"

The slight tense of his shoulders was enough to give him away. You couldn't help but stare, "no way," you half-murmured, "you have a sweet tooth, don't you?"

Dr. Chwe turned away from you in determination to stop your sudden onslaught of questions.

"Oh my gosh, you know sugar's really bad for you right? It's worse than caffeine. It converts into fat and gets stored in--"

"I don't think I asked for a biology lesson, miss Y/N," he snapped. His dark orbs flashed to yours over the document papers, shadowed with irritation, "with all due respect, you have papers to grade."

"Oh yes, sorry, yes." You quickly focused your attention on the papers at hand. The atmosphere tightened with unease, a knot of nervousness coiling at the bottom of your stomach as you grabbed your pen and flicked through the pages.

Clesrly, he had no wish to talk and converse about trivial things other than work. It did hurt your pride somewhat. But you tried to brush it aside. You weren't here to entertain him after all.

But during that same week, you left him two chocolate cookies.

No thanks, no receipt of acknowledgement. But when you noticed the empty wrapper in the bin the next day, you stifled a smile.

“I saw someone left you cookies,” you remarked a few hours later when still no acknowledgement had been made, “how generous of them.”

Of course. There was only you and Vernon in this room. No one else had access, so it was easy an easy guess.

He grunted, muttered something incoherent under his breath and proceeded to read the document in his hands. But you weren’t going to let him off so easily this time. Sliding your hand onto his desk and leaning over so that you were in his peripheral vision, you wriggled your eyebrows suggestively, “So? Anything you want to tell me, Dr. Chwe?”

“Get back to work.”

“Aw come on, not even a thank you? I—“

He glanced up. His eyes were cold ice, “last week’s quizzes, are they done yet?”

You paled, “no…”

“I want them on my desk this afternoon.”

IIt was supposed to sting but somehow it didn’t. Not as much as it should’ve. Maybe because you were slowly getting used to his porcupine nature, but the moment you sat at your desk you noticed the small cup of coffee, still steaming hot, right beside your keyboard. The smile on your face widened tenfold, though you kept quiet about it.

Dr. Chwe was — at least to you — not so bad after all.

——-

“Y/N will be distributing the test papers from last week’s quiz. You will go through it with her but before you do, I’d like a quick word,” Dr. Chwe’s gaze flitted from face to face, the class of 20 sleepy students looking back at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he stepped towards the lecture podium.

You were sitting at the side on standby, ready to take over once he’d depart. A few weeks had gone by since your appointment as his TA and things have settled down somewhat. It seemed as though Dr. Chwe’s personal vendetta towards making your life miserable was put on hold, probably because he actually needed you now that midterms were coming up.

You busied yourself by distributing the papers, nodding as they mumbled out ‘thank you’s’ while Dr. Chwe droned on with the explanations. For the most part you didn’t listen, your mind drifting in and out of focus. It had been ages since you had played any instrument whatsoever, and time was an issue when every spare second was wasted on that stupid thesis paper, so who could blame you for thinking of what musical notes would go well together instead of listening to behavioural theory?

“I’ll leave you to Y/N then, if you have no questions for me,” Dr. Chwe nodded at you, snapping you out of your daze. You hurried towards the front, quickly mumbling your goodbyes before taking over, “alright, let’s go through the test paper for any common mistakes. Before we begin, do you guys have any questions?”

It wasn’t until class had ended that one of the students came up to the podium, greeting you shyly behind round spectacle frames.

“Hi, I’m Mingyu.”

“Hey you alright? Anything I can help with?” You look up from your folders and zipping up your pencil case in the process.

“Uhm not really no,” he flashed you a shy smile, “i just wanted to ask you if you were going to be present at the Departmental Olympics this year.”

“Oh, uh—“ you tried wracking your brain for excuses. You didn’t loathe exercise but you were so bad at it you’d rather stay on the sidelines, “I didn’t even know we were having the Olympics this year. When is it?”

“In two weeks. I’m running event for our department, along with a few other psych majors.”

“Ah that sounds great!”

“yes, and uhm—we were wondering if— if you would play,” he stammered over his words, “for the psych department.”

“I’m not really though,” you smiled in what seemed to be an apology, “I doubt they’d allow that.”

“They said it was fine, as long as you weren’t playing for the music dept,” he put his hands together, looked at you with those melting doe eyes that he knew worked on everyone, “please?”

“I—“ “There’s free food,” he persisted, “and you get a free coupon for a drink at the after-party.”

in the end, you had no choice but to say yes. He had, after all, the powers of someone who couldn’t be argued with. Not to forget his dashing looks. It was hard sometimes, good-looking people had their way too easily and you cursed yourself the moment he’d exited the room with a victorious grin.

You asked Dr. Chwe if he was going to be present, which resulted in him scoffing at you like you were a complete idiot.

“That’s just a waste of time,” he said, “I have better things to do.”

“Well, maybe you can take a break from all those things that you need to do,” you hid your grin from behind the coffee cup you were sipping on.

He scowled at his computer screen, “and what? Socialize with people I don’t give a shit about?”

“Would you rather rot here with your test papers?” You looked over at him, “come on Dr. Chwe. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the break. Plus, sports can be fun.”

“No thanks.”

“Or are you such a sore loser that you can’t participate just for fun?”

His eyes narrowed into slits, jaw tensed, “I am not a sore loser.”

“Oh yeah?” You tilted your head with a smirk, “feels like it though.”

That was enough to make him sign up the next day.

You almost spilled you entire cup of coffee down your shirt when he told you through a mumble jumble of words behind his computer screen and if you didn’t know any better, you would say that he was…embarrassed about it.

“So what changed your mind huh?” You asked, laughter falling from your lips despite the glare he was sending your way every five seconds. He looked like a grumpy cat, “did you decide it was worth a try?”

“Shut up.”

You cracked up, “you are such a sore loser, Dr. Chwe.”

“I said shut it,” his head snapped up from his computer screen, “and it’s Vernon, not Dr. Chwe.”

Vernon. It was weird to hear his name— his actual name — roll out from his own mouth. You weren’t used to being so chummy with the professors when you were still a graduate student yourself. But ever since you’d gotten to work with him, you had to admit that you’d gotten comfortable in his presence. He was like that sour colleague that found everything so revolting that it made up for your lack of entertainment. In short, Vernon was fun to be around most of the time, when you got used to him. Because he never meant anything that came out of his mouth.

No. You were certain that behind that permanent grimace was a young man with a good heart.

“So what sport did you sign up for?” You leaned over your desk and placed your chin into your hands.

Dr. Chwe— Vernon — glanced up at you, dark strands falling across his eyes that he brushed away impatiently, “volleyball.”

“Wait really?!” You couldn’t hold in your excitement, “I signed up for volleyball too! I’m in team red.”

“Team blue.”

“Oh pffft,” you rolled your eyes, “you suck, Dr. Chwe—“

“Vernon.”

“Yeah yeah, so I guess I’ll see you across the field.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you lose.”

“Oh we’ll see about that,” you grinned and tried, in vain, to stop the small bubble of fluttery feelings seemingly blooming in the middle of your chest.

———

A/N: Part 2 will be up soon! <3 enjoy for now! I have never seen a Vernon fic where he is not a shy boi so I really wanted to try this side of him out. Not sure i was successful but mehhhh ._.

[stars4ni]

Hiii i Hope ur doing well! can i request a fic Where it’s your birthday and Hyunjin is trying his best to be there for you & celebrate and make it fun but you can tell he’s sad and so you ask him what’s wrong and he finally opens up to you and you comfort him?

bday blues

bsf hyunjin + gn reader

warnings: partying, crying, comforting, venting, alcohol (vaguely)

genre: fluff

notes: this is my first request fic! Tysm for requesting! Also I’m sorry this is so short! I hope you enjoy this fic love! <3

you open the door to see your best friend Hyunjin holding a present and champagne. You smile as you let him in, you watch him put down your present and champagne. You quickly go to hug him, you sink into his comfort. Feeling comforted of his warmth, you smile. It is about two hours before your birthday party and Hyunjin came early to help set up. “I missed you! Feels like I haven’t seen you in years” you said. “But I just saw you last week” he says giving you a disgusted look. You both laugh, “okay so people are coming in two hours! Help me with decorations?” You ask. “Yes of course” he says.

About two goes by Hyunjin helped you set up good, decorations and of course helped you pick out your birthday outfit. People started to show up and you invited them in. Hyunjin didn’t know many of your friends so he just kinda awkwardly smiled at people when they walked in. Once everyone came in you started hanging out with your friends, eating, drinking, and dancing. Hyunjin still felt kinda out of place at the party. He really tried to talk to your friends and get to know them but it always ended but being awkward. He just really wanted to be there for you, to celebrate your birthday with you but he just felt not wanted there.

You could tell how when all you and your friends were up dancing and talking but Hyunjin just sat on the couch looking around. You could sense something was up but you didn’t know what exactly. “Did I do something wrong?” You thought in your head. You walked over to him and sat down. “Hey! Do you want any cake? And even if you don’t want that theres other things like cookies, candy, and …”, “I’m alright thank you though” he said and smiled. “Well my feet hurt from these heels so I’m gonna sit with you” you said taking your heels off and laying back. He smiled and laughed, but you could tell that was a fake smile and laugh. Something was wrong.

“Hey everything alright? You don’t seem like yourself today” you said looking concerned. It through him off guard when you asked this because he didn’t realize you could tell. “Oh uh…yeah I’m fine, just tired that’s all” he said looking away. “Hyun…I know when your lying” He looked at you like he was caught. “What? I’m not lying though��” You were now getting really concerned what could be bothering him this much to that he didn’t want to talk about it. He usually always talks to you about everything, but now your getting worried. “Hyunjin, you can talk to me” “I know…but seriously I’m fine” he looked away.

Right then you grabbed his hand and stood up walking to your bedroom. He followed you, you shut the door. “Y/n what are you doing?” You sat on your bed, “tell me what’s up, your really worrying me Hyun” He sat next to you, “okay…, I didn’t mean to concern you” he looked down. “I just feel out of place here” “how?” You asked. “I don’t know any of your friends and I feel like none of them want to talk to me, and all I wanted to do was make sure you have the perfect birthday…because you deserve it and I’m messing it up because of my stupid emotions and I’m sorry-” “hyunjin, you didn’t ruin anything” you looked at him as you could see tears forming at his eyes. “Hey…hey it’s okay” you said as you hugged him tightly. He started to cry even more as he felt your comfort.

You stopped hugging as you looked at him with sad eyes. It made you so sad when you saw him cry, it broke your heart. “Are you sure that’s the only thing bothering you?” You asked. “Well no…I’ve been stressed with the new comeback and I feel like I never have time for anything anymore” You grabbed his hand and linked your fingers together. “I’m sorry” you looked at him with loving eyes. “I’m always here if you want to talk about any of that stress, you know that” you said and smiled. He smiled back and laid his head on your shoulder. You turned your head over and kissed his forehead. “I love you Hyunjin” He looked up at you, “I love you too” he said as he hugged you. “Now let me go introduce you to my friends, they are just nervous they would love to get to know you”

“Really?” He asked. “Yes really, I talk about you to them so much they basically already know you” “you talk about me?” He said and laughed. “Yes I do! Now get up!” You said as you start to blush.

[bigbangclappin]

Low

Summary: Your mate is deep in his rut and you’ve both decided you’re ready to have pups.

Word count: 560

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Wolf Au! 1st person POV with (Y/n)

Warnings: literally smut. Minors please don’t interact. Also cursing. Also knotting. Deep voice Felix.

The soft whimpers in my ear spurred my tired hips further, he was so close to coming. The tight squeeze of his hands on my waist and the throbbing of his erection gave him away.

“Are you close baby?” I managed to simper out to the man beneath me.

His nod was endearing; my heart fluttered in the best way. I kissed his bruised lips hotly, his tongue immediately tangling with mine.

“Fuck,” Felix moaned lowly when he bottomed out, “So tight y/n”

I keened at his praise and arched my back allowing his cock to hit deeper. Jesus it was fucking heavenly watching his head lull back against the headboard; to feel his fingers squeeze so tightly against the soft flesh of my ass they would leave bruises in the shape of his finger prints.

The low whimpers he omitted sent a fresh rush of excitement to my core, I clenched around him when he whined out my name.

“Felix,” I moaned as I took hold of the headboard for support, “Harder baby.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and splayed me over his lap so that he could take over. The new position made it so he hit that sweet spot right at my cervix.

“Baby if you keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna come,” Felix panted out, “F-Fucking hell baby tell me I can come inside you please?”

“Yes please, oh god I’m so close.” I cried gripping his shoulders tightly; he angled his hips just right using my ass as leverage. The white hot heat that was pooling in my stomach was about to boil over.

“Right there Lix!” I begged into his neck, sucking and nibbling over his mate's mark.

His hips stutterd due to the rush of pleasure that came from my teasing; “Fuck gonna knot you so good, make sure that you’re carrying my pups.”

The sexy mate talk always got to me coupled with his deep breathy voice. I couldn’t help it. He slammed into me once more and that was it.

“Cumming!” I called out to my mate as he licked my neck and rode through my orgasm in search of his own.

It wasn’t long after I felt his dick swell; I braced myself while I was born able to take my mate’s knot; it still wasn’t comfortable.

Rope after hot rope of cum filled me to the brim; his cock taking extra care to make sure none of it leaked out.

Felix laid us on our side to wait for the knot to go down. His fingers intertwined with mine he brought them to his lips in silent praise.

“Do you want a boy or girl?” My mate mumbled behind me, his other hand splaying over the slight bulge he created in me.

“I just want them to be healthy.” I replied, my voice heavy with the need for sleep.

I felt Felix nuzzle into my hair; scenting me. “One of each then?”

“Mmm,” I kissed his lips softly, “That would be nice. To have a little you and me.”

I whined when he began to pull out, having softened enough to not hurt me. “Don’t move. I wanna stay like this for a bit.”

His fingers ran through my hair gently, “Whatever my mate desires.”

[gardenofsaturn]

The serpent series: Pearl and silk | K.J

The two were a symbol of divination and sin.

[TAGS / TW] Threats of violence.

Crystals of chandelier's reflect against the glass in her manicured hand. Her gown of silk and pearl a contrast to his all black. A symbol of divination and sin. The two were a sight that attracted the eyes of the room as they made small talk with those they know, introducing themselves to new faces as they circle the room. But it's one pair of eyes in particular that leer with an ulterior motive. It wasn't until she had detached herself from her husband, exiting the hall to use the restroom, that they decided to approach.

"Lola Kim." Her name was gruff on the person's lips. "Correct."

A look of recognition crosses Lola's face. Vakhtang Giorgadze, a georgian thug who wanted to expand his empire into the asian market. Had been pestering Junmyeon for months about brokering a deal. Seems he's found another way to present his case. 

"You would be correct, Mr. Giorgadze." She greets with a polite smile. 

His eyes lighten. "Ah. You know of me. I suppose your husband does a lot of pillow talking, hm." His eyes rake over figure. Vakhtang couldn't blame the man. 

"Wouldn't exactly be wise for a woman like me to not know who I'm taking to."

He gives a small smirk. "People that know who they're talking to address me as Vak. Can't make friends if everyone is always so formal, no."

"If your intentions are to make friends with my husband. You would need to be addressing him to do." Lola hints to Vak. Making nice with her, wouldn't sway her husband in his favor.

"That is true, but certain things-" He takes a step closer. HIs voice breathy, lowering to no louder than a whisper, as he finishes. "Need a woman's touch." 

Lola stares into the man's eyes. The eyes of a man who wouldn't hesitate to use her to get what he wants. 

"Mr. Giorgadze, nice to see you again." Seojoon, Junmyeon's right hand, makes her presence known. Looking to Lola. "He's looking for you."

"Seems I've been summoned. Nice chatting with you, Mr. Giorgadze."

"Perhaps next time we meet, you will address me less formally." He smiles. As she moves to walk around him he takes a step, placing himself in her path. "By the way, congratulations on the new addition to your family. The love of a child is unlike any other."

Lola barley blinks back her surprise. Her pregnancy hasn't been announced, the gown on the more looser side to hide her bump. He's been watching her longer than tonight. Giving a gracious smile and a bow of her head in gratitude, Lola continues past him.

When her footsteps fade into an echo, Seojoon places his attention back on the man in front of him. "Stay away from her."

"Is that a threat?" The georgian man has a glint in his eye. A hunger. 

For Lola. For conflict. Both. Seojoon isn't sure. "Finding the heads of the two men you had following her around in that grey sedan at your doorstep is a threat. I'm just extending a courtesy to a man who has no idea what he's getting himself into." Seojoon talks to the man as a parent would a child when being caught doing something they shouldn't. He can see for a moment the shock in the older man's eyes of not having the upper hand like he thought he had. "He doesn't do that much pillow talking." Seojoon smirks, turning to leave. "I'll be sure to give him your well wishes for the baby." He adds over shoulder.

Lola slinks back into her husband's side like she never left. His hand finding its place on the curve of her lower back. "Everything okay?" His voice is soft, just above the a whisper as he presses a kiss to her ear. 

She gives a hum, paired with a smile. Falling right back into a pleasant conversation with the wife of a chinese delegate, who was a third party in Junmyeon doing business with the chinese ambassador. 

Seojoon makes an appearance next to Junmyeon not to long after. Giving a run down in a hushed tone. Junmyeon's eyes lock with Vakhtang as he re-enters the room with another man flanking his left. The Georgian thug stares back challengingly, of which earns him a smirk. 

Vakhtang has taken on many men like the young Kim. Has added many wives to his estate back in his motherland. This would be no different than his other conquests. He stares back into the eyes of the one they call the serpent of the south unwaveringly. His father taught him that if you wanted to know what kind of man someone is. Look them in the eye. The eyes never lie. In Junmyeon he sees nothing but an arrogant boy, who had his every accomplishment handed to him. The Kim's are old money. This kid knows nothing about the horrors, of the sacrifices that build empires. But for a second, in a small glimpse. A flicker of light. He sees something nefarious in the young serpent's eyes. A promise of a wrath from the deepest of hells. 

Lola doesn't pay any attention as her husband enters their bedroom. Tie disposed, shirt untucked and unbuttoned. Expensive cotton grazing over sculpted honey skin. His shined shoes fill the quiet room with soft tap, which fades into silence as he comes to a stop beside where she sits at her vanity.

"Jun?" She looks with confusion as he suddenly kneels onto the floor. Pressing his forehead into her thigh. She runs a hand over the black strands still neatly gelled down. 

"Do you forgive me?"

His words confuse her eyes more. Her breathing turns heavier in her anxiousness. "For what?" 

"Wanting to kill a man in your name." He asks, eyes looking up to stare into hers.

In them she sees. He's not asking for forgiveness, but permission. To rage war. To burn down cities and scatter the ashes to the wind. To launch a thousand ships in her honor. He had vowed, promised, that no one shall ever make her feel unsafe to leave their own home. Should ever make her fear for the life of their child. Not while he's breathing. 

She turns her body to face him, holding his face in her hands. She swipes her finger across the small scar on the edge of his brow. "For better or for worse." 

With a gentle caress of a knuckle over the swell of her stomach, he leans up to entangle her lips with his. In the sweetness of her kiss he receives redemption. 

[daydreamingyuta]

[10:12 PM] | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, mark loves it when you wear his clothes. wc: 200

“Mind if I borrow your shirt?” You ask, already putting it on because you know Mark never minds sharing anything with you. You get your head through the neck hole fast enough to see Mark nod his head as he makes his way off the bed and towards you. “Cute.” He says quietly, as if only talking to himself.

The ends of your hair were still stuffed into the shirt and he takes it upon himself to gently pull it all out, tucking a few strands behind your ear. He tugs a little at your collar, “Did you take your necklace off?” 

You didn’t remember taking it off but you scan the room looking for it when Mark sees the gold chain peeking out underneath his shirt. “Found it.” He says, pulling out the ‘M’ necklace that he bought you for your first anniversary together. He toys with the pendent for a second before his eyes meet yours again. You’ve been with him for so long but his stare still manages to make your cheeks hot. He smiles and his eyes make their way down to your lips, pulling you in close so he can show you just how much he loves seeing his girl in his clothes with his initial on her necklace. "My girl..." He whispers in between his sweet kisses.

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Favorite Flavor - p.sh (m)

Every little dirty story that revolved around older men you read that night, you thought about him. Since that day, your deepest darkest fantasy was your crush on Park Sunghoon, your best friend's dad. 

Summary: You loved your best friend, and you have known each other for a long time. But as you grow older, so does your attraction for her dad, Park Sunghoon.

Genre: Smut, Best-friends-dad!Sunghoon x reader

Words: 5.5k+

Warnings: Huge age gap (reader is 20 and Sunghoon is 38) Don't like - don't read, Dom!Sunghoon, Sub!reader, creampie, reader has an age kink

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You genuinely have the best friend ever. The first day you met each other was all the way back when you were twelve years old. All your classmates had decided to make you the new victim of their bullying, resulting in you not having any friends for the first two weeks of school. Until one day when your now best friend decided to sit with you at lunch. Being unsure of yourself, you had a problem opening up to her. Is she sitting with me to make fun of me? But you were wrong, so wrong. You talked the whole lunch period, making jokes and talking about your interests. That's when you found out that you both liked manga, and that she had a big collection at home that she wanted to show you. 

She invited you to her home later the same week, and you were beyond excited. It was a long time ago since you were invited to someone's house, that was not your aunt, or some other family member. You remember that you stood in front of her door, eagerly, waiting for her to open the door you just knocked on. 

And that's when you met him. 

The person opening your friend's door was indeed not your friend, but someone much older, and ofcourse, manlier. The door swung open and there was a man standing in front of you. He looked at first glance tall and slender, probably because of the clothes that he was wearing, a thick hoodie and a pair of sweats. His hair, which was black, was not close to styled - and it actually looked like he just woke up from a deep slumber. His face however was beautiful, not that you thought about that at the ripe age of twelve, but you still remembered how pretty he was. His lips were pink and plump, and his nose was big and pronounced, decorated with a mole on the side of it. During this time, he was rather young, around 28, so your first initial thought was that he was her older brother. It was weird, she never mentioned an older brother, and it never occurred to you that she had one?

“Oh, hi! You must be y/n, Im Sunghoon, Yeris dad!” The first thing that you could think of is how young her dad looked. Did he just look young for his age, or was he actually in his late twenties. Before the situation could get anymore awkward, beacuse you didn’t have the courage to answer the gorgeous man in front of you, Yeri ran and pushed her dad away from you and grabbed your hand to lead you up to her room. While you two walked away, your hand still in hers, you looked back at Sunghoon still standing in the doorway. 

That was your first encounter with Mr. Park, and when you were a kid you didn’t think that much of him. Yeah, he looked good for the average dad, but that's what he was: your best friend's dad. Even thinking he was attractive was so morally wrong in your head, so you didn’t let the thoughts get to you. You did however remember how popular he was amongst the other moms, especially your own. It was also then you discovered that he was in fact super young, being 16 when he got Yeri. You could hear your mom talking for hours about how brave Mr. Park was for taking care of a child from such an early age, despite the fact that the mom left when he and Yeri were 18 and 2 years old. You can’t imagine how much work that must have been for him, both having to think about his studies and his two year old child. 

It wasn't until you became 16 that Sunghoon had an effect on you. When you're 16 years old, you are well into puberty and the effect it has on you, both physically and mentally. In the same rapid speed your body got grown, so did your mind as well. Suddenly a guy was not only 'good looking', but put you in a position to sweat and turn red - just by the thought of being in the same room. It didn’t even need to be one specific guy, suddenly you found yourself being attracted to a lot more. Before, when you were glancing at a male classmate's hand, you didn’t think much of it. But now the veins, the bone and the soft skin made it too hard for you to concentrate. 

You clearly remembered the first day you looked at your best friend's dad the same way you did for the boys at your school. It was in the middle of the summer break and you decided to visit Yeri at her place. The sun was out and it was almost criminal how hot it was. If you didn't wear the light clothing you wore, you would totally be drenched in disgusting sweat by the time you got there. Your house was not that far, resulting in you always going by bike during all weathers to get to her place. The bike rack was by the side of the garden, and that's where you always put your bike when arriving. That’s when you saw Mr. Park in a state you never had seen him in before. He sawed planks with a massive chainsaw, which was probably several kilograms. His sweat was glistering in the sun, making his white tank top almost see through, and you curse yourself for staring at his hot worked out stomach. His arms were pumped up, and dirty from all the work. The sweat made his hair wet, making it stick to his forehead, before bringing up his hand, pushing the hair back. You are glad that he didn’t see you gawking at him, because that would be utterly embarrassing. 

The thing only got worse when your new interest in fanfiction made you realize your darkest fantasies. You had heard from Yeri that you could read stories about your favorite anime characters, and imagine that they were real and that they knew you. What she did not mention however, was that you could find so much more than that. You don’t even want to talk about what you used to read, but you could addmit that it was nasty, and utterly addicting. It started off light, even the slightest makeout story making your body tingle, but it came to a point when that wasn’t enough. So you searched for more, not knowing what it would lead to. It was then you found a story about having an inappropriate relationship with an older man, and it only went downhill from there. What was the problem however was the fact that the fanfiction could be written about anybody, but it couldn't stop you from thinking about Mr. Park. So that's what you did. Every little dirty story that revolved around older men you read that night, you thought about him. Since that day, your deepest darkest fantasy was your crush on Park Sunghoon, your best friend's dad.  

It wasn’t long until you were 18 years old, and you of course celebrated it with your family, and your best friend's. The big birthday cake, chocolate flavored, with all the eighteen candles was in front of you, and you were wearing one of those silly party cones on top of your head. They sang for you and you were the only one sitting down. You looked at the lit candles, getting ready to blow them out when the song was over. “Don’t forget to wish for something”, you hear a voice say that you have heard too many times to not recognize. You look up at Sungoon and smile at him. “I will '', you say with a small smile, nervously gulping down your saliva before looking down at the cake again. You close your eyes and blow out the candles, knowing exactly what you are going to wish for. After you opened your eyes, Yeri gave you a big side-hug before jokingly saying, “Omg! Now that you are 18 you can finally fool around with older men that you have read about without catching a case!”. Embarrassed, you lightly punch her shoulder and laugh nervously while tugging your hair behind your ear. You silently hoped that Sunghoon didn’t hear her, but by the look on his face, he certainly did. 

It was the same day but later, and a lot more people were in your house celebrating your birthday. Including some friends you finally have scrabbed together over the last six years. Because you finally could drink alcohol, at least legally, it didn’t stop you from doing so, making you right now extremely drunk. It was dark inside the house, with disco lights spreading throughout the room and you craved another drink. You wobbled towards the cabinet to grab the last vodka bottle, but right as you picked it up, a hand stopped you from going further. You looked irritated beside you, only to be met by Sunghoon. “I think you should slow down a little”. You look at him annoyed, trying to get the bottle back from his hands. But Sunghoon held the bottle so high above his head that you couldn't reach it, having to stand on your toes to even be close. Suddenly Sunghoon grabbed your arm with his other hand, bringing it down by force and close to his chest, dragging you in close to him. You breath hitched because you were super close, and he slowly brought down the bottle and put it on the table behind him. Before the liquid courage would force you any further, you backed away from him. “I think I am a little tired, I should rest ”you say and run up to your room. 

What you did not know however, was that you had left your phone on the same table where Sunghoon put the vodka. He knew that it was wrong, but he could not stop thinking about what his daughter had said earlier. What older men had you read about exactly? What if you were talking to someone and you were in danger. He wouldn't let an older guy take advantage of you like that. He did know your iphone code, he had accidentally seen you tap it in some days before, and luckily he remembered the numbers. He sneakily brought up your phone, and unlocked it. Right as he opened it a notification popped up from an app called wattpad. What’s that? He thought, as he opened the app. Right as he opened it he wished he didn’t, because now he could exactly see what you had been reading over the past two years. The stories were filthy, and so were the age gaps, all the characters were even older than him. He couldn't look at it anymore, not believing that a girl like you could read something like that. What he did know now however, is how difficult it will be to act normal around you. 

And oh, it was. Now you are 20, and over the last two years, from the day you turned 18 to now when you were 20, he acted weird towards you. Not that you knew why, because you never saw, that he saw what you had been getting off of over the past years. And he was getting cocky, I mean he knew that he was hot, and the stares that he would give you over the dinner table when you were with your friend was almost too much for you to bear.

Today was a hot summer day, and you were laying by the pool in your friend's backyard. It was the first day of summer, and you have always celebrated it with Yeri, even after you both graduated from high school. When you both were as young as 15, she smuggled in a bottle of alcohol to drink, not caring that it was clearly illegal. Of course you never get caught, Yeri makes Sunghoon go away for the day every year so he doesn’t interrupt your fun. Over the last years you had always covered your body, never wanting to show it. Even when it was only you and your friend, you wanted your t-shirt over your swimsuit to cover you even when swimming. It wasn’t because you were insecure about your appearance, you didn’t think much of it, but maybe it was for private reasons. But this time, it was different. 

Last night your friend called to make the not-so-awful news that her dad is not leaving for the day like he usually does, which means he is going to be there. You try to act disappointed on the phone, but you were far from disappointed. Quickly after the call ended, you searched through your closet trying to find something as close to a bikini. As you start to lose hope, you see the perfect one, a blue halter neck bikini with a low-waist bottom. You bought it a few years ago and you never had the chance to wear it. But now you did. 

When you greeted Mr. Park in the backyard you were already wearing it, making sure that your boobs were pushed up into the small bikini top. Throughout the day you had tried to do anything to get Sunghoons attention, but nothing seemed to work. That's when you got an idea. You laid by the pool and decided that you wanted to go top-less to sunbathe your back. Sunghoon could not stop staring at you from the barbeque-grill when you laid down on your stomach, carefully removed your bikini-top without flashing your tits, and relaxed against the sunbed. He almost burned the meat from staring at you. Did she do this on purpose? He did remember the things he saw on your phone on your 18th birthday, how could he forget?

Feeling way too hot, you decided to put on your bikini top again and head inside to cool off and grab some water from the fridge. As you open the fridge to take your drink, your thoughts get disturbed by a voice coming from behind you. “What do you think you are doing?”, you turn around looking at Sunghoon innocently and dumbfounded. He better not think he will get to you this easily. “What are you talking about, can’t I get a drink?”. Sunghoons sighs, put his hands on his hips and looks to the side. His foot is tapping fast on the ground. He is stressed. And his tongue pokes his inner-cheek. And irritated. You slowly walk to him, and tilt your head to the side. You look at him and scrunch your eyebrows, making you look clueless to what he is accusing you for. “Are you angry at me? I mean no harm, I am just your daughter's best friend”. He sighs and looks away for a second, before looking back at you with a smile. Right, Yeris best friend, he internally says to himself. It was a dumb thought that she did all that on purpose. “Of course you can take a drink, I’m just messing with you” he says and walks away. 

It has been two weeks since you talked to Sunghoon, avoiding him at all costs out of embarrassment. You can’t believe what had gotten into you that day. It is three in the morning and Yeri is already asleep beside you. That's when you hear the front door open. You didn’t even notice that Sunghoon wasn’t home, and why did he get home this late? Suddenly you hear more than one pair of footsteps, it sounds like someone is with him. Did he bring someone home? Out of curiosity you carefully walk out of the bed Yeri is sleeping on, and towards the bedroom door to see what is going on. And that’s when you see her. It’s a woman. Sunghoon really did bring someone home. And it wasn’t anyone, it was a woman his age, which means she was nothing close to you. You silently watch them, how they intensely makeout with each other and walk into Sunghoons room, closing the door. You can’t stop yourself, and walk after them. 

You lean towards his bedroom door and you can hear the sounds coming from their fun. The huffs, the puffs and the moans. You hear how the woman is calling for Sunghoons name, and that he should go faster and harder. The ache in your stomach grew bigger and bigger at her words, until you heard Sunghoons voice through the bedroom door. He sounds demanding, ordering her around, making her begg. Your body trembles, and you can feel your core getting wetter and wetter with any second. You have never heard Sunghoon like this, and you can’t get enough of it. You need more, your body can't physically leave.

Still listening, you slide down to the ground, your body still leaning against the door. You tilt your head back and take a deep breath as you slide in your hand in your panties. The fingers lightly touch against your wet core as you concentrate on Sunghoons demands, imagining that he is talking to you, that you are the woman he is messing around with in his bedroom. Your fingers slide in your pussy, imagining it is Sunghoon's cock roaming inside of you, stretching you out. While doing so, you use your thumb to massage your clit, bringing you closer to your release. It’s when you hear Sunghoons harsh demeanor switch to beautiful moans that you can’t take it anymore. As Sunghoon comes, so do you, making your hand completely coated with your own cum. What the fuck are you doing?You instantly get embarrassed, and run away as fast as possible to your friend's bedroom before you can get caught. The idea of washing your hands disappears when you hear the bedroom door open again. 

It is five am, two hours after the ‘incident’, and you haven't slept throughout the whole night. How could you? The only thing you have thought about was the fact that you masturbated to your best friends dad, fucking. Not being able to wait for Yeri to wake up, you decide to go to the kitchen to eat something, and maybe wash your still cum-coated hand. Just as you were about to open the refrigerator, Sunghoon came out of the bathroom door. You turned around and instantly gaped at the sight. Sunghoon had just showered, only wearing a towel that was extremely low on his waist. He looks so sexy with his hair wet, and you can’t help but imagine what he would look like without that towel. "Y/n!" What are you doing this late?” He says looking at you embarrassed. She didn’t hear me earlier, right? Not being able to answer, you bite your lips and look down on your feet. You don’t know how to face him after you heard him earlier, and what you did while listening to him. He cocks an eyebrow, getting suspicious by the way you are acting and he walks towards you. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up before?” He says, trying to bite back a smile. “Ah, it’s okay…” you say, still looking down. This can’t possibly be happening right now. He gets closer to you now, so close you can smell the lavender soap he used while showering. “Oh so you did? Probably listened on purpose” He says and laughs teasingly, forgetting that you are his daughter's best friend, and not some random woman he met at the bar. 

You look up at him to protest, only then noticing how close he is to you. Your hands come in front of your chest to bring some space between you and Sunghoon. “No I did not-”, before you can continue your pathetic statement, Sunghoon grabs your arm and lifts it up. He looks at your right hand, examines it, before to your surprise putting your fingers into his mouth. That was the fingers you touched yourself with earlier. You feel his tongue taste the cum of from your fingers. He takes out your fingers out of his mouth, licks his lips and looks at you with a teasing pout. “Aww did you touch yourself when you heard us? Did you get off? Did you finish?” He says, speaking to you as if you were a baby. You don’t know what you are going to say, deny? No, he already knows. Denying by now would only be foolish for you to do. It seems like the only thing for you to do is to stay quiet. The way you do not respond is enough for Sunghoon to understand the situation. He tilts his head to the side, using his other hand to tuck the hair behind your ear before grabbing your chin gently. Making sure to not hurt you. 

“Don’t act so clueless, I know what filth you are reading. Your best friend's dad hm? How dirty of you.” You look up at him, biting your lips, almost trembling with fear for what he is about to do. What if you are not ready to live out the fantasies you almost always had about your best friend's dad. “You are so cute”. Sunghoon swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, gently, getting more rough by time with his touch. His thumb slowly enters your mouth, first playing with your bottom teeth, before making contact with your tongue. He looks at you with furrowed brows and an expression that could only be described as arousal. 

His thumb is completely inside of your mouth, and you begin to suck on his thumb like it was his cock, looking up in his eyes. The rest of his hand is tightly grabbing your face, making you stuck on his thumb. He tilts his head back and sucks in his breath. “Just like that baby, soon you are ready for the big thing” He says teasingly. Suddenly you hear footsteps coming from Yeris' room. Quickly Sunghoon slides his thumb out of your mouth and runs back into the backroom. You quickly make your way to the refrigerator, acting naturally, looking for an early breakfast. Yeri steps into the kitchen and looks at you. “Are you seriously looking for food at five in the morning?”. You look back at her, kinda feeling bad since she doesn’t know what just happened. “Yeah, I got hungry.” You say, before grabbing yogurt from the fridge.

It’s Friday, two weeks after you sucked off Sunghoons thumb in his kitchen. Even though the natural thing to do after something like this is to avoid him at all cost, but since he is your best friend's dad, you can’t.

You are sitting with Yeri and Sunghoon in the kitchen by the table, eating dinner. Eating dinner with the Parks has always been something you enjoyed, but this is getting awkward. Sunghoon can’t even look at you, and you two have not been talking to each other since you got here. Not that Yeri seems to notice, she is all up in her own world talking about the latest anime she had seen. You try to concentrate on her word, doing your best to respond, but you can’t resist looking at her dad. You are such a horrible friend. 

When you are done eating, you put the dishes in the sink. Normally both you and Yeri would help each other out with the dishes, but she chose to take a shower today instead of helping you. She claimed that she hasn’t showered for two days and needs her one hour shower immediately. You let her get away with it, this time at least, and decide to do the dishes yourself and be a good friend for once.

You are hand washing the plate clean, and drying it with a towel on the counter in front of you. The Parks keep their plates on the highest level of cabinet, which is difficult for you to reach, making you struggle. That is until you feel a hand grabbing the plate above your head, putting it in the right place. You already know who it is, and because of the incident that happened two weeks before, you don’t have the stomach to say anything. Your breath gets heavy, knowing that the figure behind you is your best friend's hot dad, making you weak in the knees just thinking about him. His hand suddenly appears on your waist. “It seemed like you needed help with the plate,” Sunghoon says while giving your waist a squeeze, earning you a small squeak. He leans into your neck and rubs his nose deep, smelling you, taking in your scent of adolescence. He parts his lips and gently places them on the back of your neck, gently kissing you up your neck to your ear. He bites your earlobe making you hiss. It’s all going extremely slow, and it’s obvious that he is teasing you. One of his hands is still on your waist, while the other is slowly going under your shirt creeping up your stomach, soon meeting your breast. Sunghoon is still kissing your neck when he grabs one of your tits, gently massaging it, occasionally giving it a squeeze which makes your back arch.

It's when you moan when Sunghoon suddenly stops, he takes his hands out of your shirt and puts them on your hips, still behind you. “We can’t do this y/n”. You look back at him. His face is flushed and his hair is messy. “You are my daughter's best friend. You are 18 years younger than me.” You are still looking at him, frustrated. You need him, now. You can't wait any longer. “No Sunghoon, Please, I need you to fuck me” You pathetically pleading to the older man. Suddenly his hold on your waist tightens and he pushes his clothed cock towards your ass, making you feel him. You gasp, pushing your ass back harder on his hard cock. “This is how you make me feel y/n, this. I can’t be around you. And doing this will only make it worse.” Despite his words he doesn’t stop grinding into you, af if he can’t. Only the feeling of his cock pressed on your ass is making you tilt your head back out of pleasure, leaning on his shoulder. You look up at him with pleading eyes “Please Hoon, I need you, I need your big cock”. He turns you around with force, making you face him. His big hand grabs both of your wrists pinning them above your head on the cabinet. His other hand pushes you up, being strong enough to make you sit on the counter just by the sink. Before you could say anything he grabs your chin and kisses you roughly. You let his tongue take completely over your mouth, and it almost hurts how wide your mouth is open. His tongue is deep in your mouth, showing dominance in not letting you breathe until he lets you. 

He then pushes your mouth away from his, “Have you ever sucked someone off before, baby?” He says, his hand still pining your wrists. Not lying, you nod your head. He looks down at you and chuckles. “Of course you have, you dirty slut”. He says and lets go of your wrists, and pushes you on your knees in front of him. He unbuckles his belt, and drops down his pants to let his cock free. He is massive, and you can see the preecum leaking out of it. The sight makes your thighs squeeze together, something he noticed and loves. You look up at him, waiting for him to give you his orders, so you can follow him like his peasant. He smirks and licks his bottom lip, before biting it. He takes a fistfull of your hair, using it to control you and lower you towards his hard cock. You begin to lightly lick the tip, teasing him, before wrapping your mouth around the top of his cock. Sunghoon breathes out and tilts his head back “Ah, baby, just like that”. Looking up at him seeing how affected he gets by your mouth makes you even hornier, making you lean down on his cock even more. You remove his cock from his mouth to spit on it, which makes Sunghoon inpatient. He grabs our hair harder this time, and tilts your head up. “Open your mouth, slut” He says with a stern voice, and you follow his command. You open your mouth and he spits in it, making you moan at the ill treatment. You feel his spit sliding down your throat. He then slams his cock into your mouth, making you suck on it. He moans again at the feeling of your mouth, making you moan as well, vibrating his cock in your mouth. 

Just as you think he is about to cum, he slides his dick out of you, and makes you stand up. “Why did you stop?” you plead, wanting him to use you as his mouth slut. He grabs your waist and makes you sit on the counter behind you. He takes off your shirt, as well as his, as you take off your pants. “I want to feel you before i cum”, His hand slides over your clothed pussy, and he can feel your wetness through the fabric. You tilt your head back, leaning against the cabinet. The feeling of his fingers lightly teasing your clothed clit makes you moan. “You want me to touch you that bad, baby?” he says and looks at you with big deer eyes. You whine out a yes, before his hand rips off your panties and touches your folds. “So wet for me already, did you get turned on that easily by sucking on daddy's cock?” The sight in front of him could make him cum alone. Your makeup is smudged, and your lips are covered in drool from all the sucking and kissing. Just the way you look at him, tells him how much you want him to get you off. His fingers finally slip into your tight hole, and you moan at the feeling. But it's not enough, you need his cock, and you need it before your best friend comes back. 

“I need you Sunghoon, please I can’t wait any longer”, not having time to make fun of you, he has done that already by now, he quickly pulls his fingers out of you and brings his cock to your entrance. 

He grabs his cock and slaps your pussy making you let out a loud groan. He knows he is massive, and makes sure to be extra careful with your fragile little body. You both let out a relieving moan at the same time as he pushes all of him into you. The feeling makes Sunghoon almost collapse, having to tilt his head on your shoulder. Your legs wrap around his waist to push him even more into you, making sure that you can take everything he has to offer. Because of the risk of getting caught, Sunghoon doesn’t waste a second before fucking himself into you, pushing his cock in and out of you in a rapid pase, almost too fast for you too handle. His hand is still by your neck, biting you to muffle any moans coming out of his plump lips hitting a sweet spot. This makes you moan, and grab his hair to stabilize yourself. Feeling close, you bring your hand down to draw circles on your clit. Sunghoon suddenly slaps your hand away to replace it with his own, making him do the work for you. Because of the foreplay, it’s not long until you cum, and by the time his hard steady thrusts become sloppier, and sloppier you know he is close too. He comes into your pussy, and slides his cock out of you, looking down at your drenched pussy leaking out his cum. 

It’s then he looks at you with a stressed expression. “We need to clean up before Yeri comes back”. So that’s what you do. Sunghoon uses his shirt to clean you up, and help you put your clothes back on. You quickly do the dishes, getting help from Sunghoon putting it in the cabinet. After you have cleaned yourselves, and the kitchen, Sunghoon looks at you with regret in his eyes. “You didn’t do this because you felt pressured, did you? I’m older than you and would have easily taken advantage of you if I wanted to”. You look at him, smile, and walk up to him. You stand on your toes to reach up to his level and kiss his cheek, stabilizing yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. You lean into his ear and whisper, “You are forbidden fruit Sunghoon, which happens to be my favorite flavor”

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Deja Vu: “I want you so bad.”

» pairing: asshole! wooyoung x fem! reader

» summary: Getting paired with Wooyoung, notorious half-asser and asshole, on your midterm assignment must’ve been karma for something you’ve done in the past, cause god did you luck out bad. He’s constantly late to your meetings, hardly does any work, and on top of that, he teases you like no other. You can’t stand him. Until one day, a storm comes, brewing unfamiliar feelings amongst you two, and what you thought you knew had honestly just turned out to be deja vu.

» word count: ~ 9k (i actually have no idea, i just know it’s long)

» genre & warnings: non-idol au, asshole (most of the time) wooyoung, sub (sometimes) reader, dry humping, grinding, praises, unprotected sex (BAD, DON’T DO IT), rough sex, cream pie, ass & tit slapping, major teasing (both sexually and socially), orgasm denial x3, edging, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, reader has a younger face but is of age, mentions of bff!seonghwa, reader is unintentionally cute, minor peer pressure (helps reader get out of her shell/pushy roommate), heavy make out session, whiny wooyoung, sensitive reader

» a/n: when i tell you i am in love with this kind of wooyoung

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Everyone warned you about him.

He’s a handful for sure.

You got him as your partner? Good fucking luck with that.

Be ready to do your half of the load, plus his.

You knew this would happen.

So how come you’re still surprised when at 6:45, Wooyoung strolls into the library, a drink in one hand and his laptop in the other, looking as if he’s ready to work. He should’ve been here 45 minutes ago.

You peer up from your own screen and can’t help but scowl at the boy. Wooyoung also notices you, and instead of feigning remorse a cheesy grin spreads across.

“Look at you being all studious.” He reaches the table you occupied and plops down next to you, parts of his drink splashing onto your bare arm, “How much have you gotten done?”

Adjusting your laptop screen, you hardly spare him a glance as you go back to typing, “Honestly, not that much. It’s hard coming up with research on my own.”

You hope the bitterness came through in your tone and judging by the way Wooyoung guffaws, you could tell it did. He just didn’t care.

“Y/N-ah, why’re you being so cold to me?” His voice is playful, lighthearted even, speaking as if the two of you were friends. Which you’re most certainly not.

Instead of replying, you let your fingers do the talking as they slap the keyboard with clicks, a reminder that you guys need to work and not converse. Does he think you actually want to spend your Friday working on some stupid project? One that’s worth a large chunk of your grade at that.

“I brought you something to drink.” He shoves the cup in your face and you can see the liquid start to turn more opaque as the ice melts. It’s also like 70% gone. Having enough, you harshly face him, the sudden movement causing him to buck backwards.

“Wooyoung, you need to get to work and stop playing around. We don’t have time for this, especially when you decided to show up almost an hour late.” You try to sound authoritative, but that in itself is a bit of a problem for you. Your voice has always been softer than most, so when you do try to take charge, you often get ‘awwws’ of how cute you sound. And you hated that.

It also doesn’t help that you have a rounder and softer looking face for someone your age. If you could count on your fingers the amount of times someone’s asked if you’re touring your college instead of attending it - with them thinking you’re a high schooler, well, you’d probably put around 3 fingers down. But the analogy still stands.

Wooyoung’s no different, him holding back a smile from the way your eyebrows would furrow and how your nose would scrunch whenever you exhibit anger. He found it endearing, actually.

“Okay...you’re clearly mad at me-”

“How can I not be?” You exclaim, “It’s been a week of us working on this project together, and somehow you manage to show up late every time, but it’s never been past 30 minutes. You’re even the one who told me to be here at 6!”

“I have a good reason for being late though.”

With that, you push your computer forwards and lean back in your chair arms crossed, entertaining whatever nonsense was about to spew out of his mouth, “Oh please, I’d love to hear this.”

He mocks your stance, “I was getting chased by a girl.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. You give him a deadpanned expression which causes him to whine.

“No seriously! I was.” In a flash, he pulls out his phone and puts it out for you to see a string of messages.

5:48 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- HYUNG!!!

- i need your help asap

5:49 PM

SEONGHWA:

- huh?

- what’d you do?

5:51 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- the girl from last weekend’s pissed at me and is looking for me all over campus

- can i pls hide in your dorm?

5:51 PM:

SEONGHWA:

- tf did you do to piss her off?

5:52 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- i’ll explain later just please let me hideout at your place

- i heard she has a knife

5:52 PM:

SEONGHWA:

- okay fine

5:53 PM:

WOOYOUNG:

- thank you!!

- i’m already outside your door

Admittedly, you were left dumbfounded. So maybe he did have a reason today, but that doesn’t excuse all of the other times. Wooyoung slips his phone back into his hoodie pocket while you go to ask the obvious question.

“What did you do to make this girl mad?”

He blows out a hard breath, as if even thinking about her is such a hassle, “We hooked up last week and I told her I didn’t wanna see her again. So, this is how she reacted.”

You purse your lips out, “Well, maybe she was hoping to gain something out of it. You know, there are nicer ways to phrase ‘I’m not ready for a relationship’ that don’t involve the girl getting hurt.”

“Why should I care about her feelings?” His words are icy, though it seems to be directed towards you, “I told her upfront I didn’t want anything more, it was only supposed to be sex. I asked her if she could handle that and she said yes. If she went ahead and caught something for me, that’s not my fucking problem.”

Once he was done, Wooyoung reels himself in. The realization that you weren’t, in fact, the psycho chick that had been chasing after him earlier dawns on him as you silently nod in agreement. If he had been clear on his intentions since the start, then there wasn’t really much you could say against him.

“I didn’t know that, sorry for jumping to conclusions.” You sound more sad then you meant to and reach out for your computer.

After a beat his sour look turns sweet again, another playful smile returning, “Oh Y/N-ah, don’t apologize for that. I’m sorry for getting worked up.”

“Your frustrations understandable, especially if you’d been real with her from the beginning. Frankly, she should’ve expected that.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to work again, now noticing the time hit 7:18 PM. You had about 12 minutes to get Wooyoung to do something, but that probably won’t happen.

He cheers your name loudly, happy that you and him agree on a topic for once and the librarian on standby hisses at him to quiet down while throwing a nasty glare.

The two of you exchange glances before both quietly laughing, you going back to finishing one of your paragraphs for your thesis while he simply sat and watched.

«—————————»

The next time you were supposed to meet with Wooyoung, you receive a text from him hours before your designated time.

12:07 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- pls no library today

12:09 PM

YOU:

- what was wrong with it last time?

12:10 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- the old hag yelled at me

- i’m not dealing with that again

12:11 PM

YOU:

- well tbh you aren’t the quietest person to have around

12:11 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- sorry we all cant be mouses like you

12:13 PM

YOU:

- ignoring that

- how about the cafe nearby?

12:14 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- ugh the coffees gross

- and psycho chick works there

- hell. no.

12:15 PM

YOU:

- oh then def not there, where do you wanna meet then?

12:17 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- just come over to my apartment

- i would suggest your place but i don’t feel like going out

12:18 PM

YOU:

- what if i don’t feel like going out

12:18 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- who wears the pants in this friendship?

12:20 PM

YOU:

- there is no friendship

12:21 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- still don’t wanna admit we’re friends…..

- it’s bad enough you pretend to not know who i am around others

- makes me sad

12:24 PM

YOU:

- does it actually?

12:26 PM

WOOYOUNG:

- no 😛

- come over at 7

12:27 PM

YOU:

- alright fine

Even though you agreed to 7, you actually intended on getting there around 7:10. Hopefully the taste of his own karma would help him learn to respect others times and not waste a second of it.

Throughout the day, while doing your mundane tasks, the text messages between you and Wooyoung keep circling your thoughts. Mainly towards the end.

You and him haven’t established a clear relationship, so that’s why you denied his friendship claim. In all honesty, he just didn’t seem like one to you. But after what happened at the library, a part of you can possibly start to think differently.

Yet your mind races at the possibility you had actually hurt his feelings. It’s not a secret that you two are partners, so whenever you do deny his existence, many people laugh off your comment as a joke. Which for the most part it is. Had you been going too far with that?

Then again, this is Wooyoung you’re talking about. He hardly takes anything serious. Not even a project that’s worth more than half of his final grade. You’re probably just overthinking it, no need to stress out over this.

Telling yourself that, you continue to busy yourself with random tasks till around 6:30, which also happens to be the time your roommate arrives back from wherever she had left early this morning.

“Hey, where are you about to go?”

She asks as she notices you picking out a sweatshirt to wear, already having on light flared jeans. She comes up behind you and lands a loud smack on your ass and you fake cry. This is not a first time offense.

“Wooyoung wants to meet at his place for our project.” You look between two sweatshirts in your hands, a light grey and black.

Your roommate throws herself onto your bed since hers is barely visible due to the abundance of clothes occupying it. But then she pauses for a moment, rethinking over what you just said, “Wait, you’re going to his apartment?”

You nod absentmindedly, still deciding on which clothing option to wear.

“Is he trying to fuck you?”

Now that snaps you out and you dart your eyes to her, “What?! Absolutely not.”

She sits up now, legs crisscrossed as she becomes engross in the conversation, “Y/N, he 100% is! You’ve guys been studying at the same two places for the past week, now suddenly he wants to change locations? To a more secluded place? Sounds sketchy as hell.”

You’re quick to discard that, “It’s because he doesn’t wanna go out today. Plus, Wooyoung has his reasonings for not liking our usual spots.”

Her eyes do a dramatic roll, “Right, just as I’m sure he had his reasonings for being an hour late last Friday.”

You had been texting your roommate up until Wooyoung’s arrival, frustration running into the ground. But you also told her he had a legit excuse later on. So, she’s clearly not the biggest fan of him.

“Don’t say such things. And besides the seclusion will probably help us work better.” You finally choose to go with the black sweatshirt and put back the grey.

“Or it’ll help when your screaming his name and no one will be around to hear it.”

“Hey!”

She throws her hands up innocently, though nothing’s innocent about what’s coming out of her mouth, “I’m just saying! The possibility isn’t a no.”

“To me it is! Plus, he doesn’t even see me like that. Just as a friend…..sorta. Well, that’s not really the case for me. But it’s- you know what, never mind.” You finish putting on the sweatshirt and do your go-to style for your hair, something quick.

“Okay, well can you at least prepare better just in case you guys are gonna bone?”

You just shake your head in disbelief that this conversation is even happening, while she gets up and begins rummaging through the pile on her bed. When her hands come out again, they’re gripping a lacy tank top and matching underwear.

If you thought this couldn’t get any worse, it just has significantly.

“You’re not serious….” You shake your head once more, disbelief clouding your mind again.

“Y/N go put this on right now!” Before you had a chance to protest, she’s pushing you into your closet, throwing the clothes at you before locking the door and turning the lights on from outside.

“You’re crazy! I thought you don’t even like Wooyoung, why’re you so on board with this non-existent idea?!” You yell.

“Cause, even if he is an asshole, he’s still hot! And the perfect gateway into the hookup culture you’ve always wanted to be apart of since freshman year!”

You mentally curse yourself for wanting to have a ‘hoe phase’ and for sharing that with your roommate. That was forever ago anyways, surely she would’ve realized you grew up since then. Once you realize your roommate is dead set on not letting you out, you sigh annoyingly. She is insane.

But as you begin to caress the fabric, your mind begins to race. You had absolutely no intention of getting with Wooyoung, not now or ever. You don’t even consider him a friend! Yeah, he’s extremely attractive, and maybe even your type.

However, that doesn’t make up for how much he irks your soul, and you could swear up and down that you dislike him.

Maybe that’s why it would be perfect, the voice inside of you starts, no extra feelings attached, and no one has to get hurt like psycho crazy girl.

You bit your lip at the thought. Would he even hook up with someone like you? You don’t think you’re exactly his type.

………oh who’re you kidding, he’d probably mess with anything that has a hole.

“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it. If not, then let it ago.” Your roommate adds more encouragement.

Suddenly switching your brain off, you strip off you clothes, removing the current underwear for the newer kind. You toss back on your other clothes before begging your roommate to let you out.

She opens the door but stops you in your tracks, “Now hold on, before you go let me see that you have it-”

You lift up your shift to reveal the tight material straining against your skin. You felt your breasts were gonna pop out at any second.

Your roommate gapes at you then goes to quickly put your shirt down, “Oh wow, I almost just said something I might’ve…...anyways you look fucking amazing.”

“Aww, thank you.” A tiny smile spreads across your face and your roommate resists the urge to pinch your cheeks.

“Okay, what time are you’re suppose to meet him?”

You glance over at your clock which reads 7:01 PM, “Hmmm, about right now.”

She tells you to hurry out of here but before you get the chance to, she walks over to the window and takes a peak, “Hey, have you checked the weather?”

“No, why?” It had been sunny all today there was really no point.

Your roommate holds back saying something, her gaze going over to your closet, “I think you should wear the grey sweatshirt.”

«———————————»

You were going to kill you roommate. The funeral’s been planned out, you already knew the casket color - burnt siena - and all you needed was the body. She is so dead.

You knock ferociously at Wooyoung’s door, at such a rate that someone could mistake you for one of his many, many girls. The door swings open, a freshly showered Wooyoung standing on the other side.

“Y/N-ah, why’re you so angry all the ti-” His eyes go wide at the sight of you. Your once neat hair all messy and soaked from the rain. The sweatshirt your roommate suggested had turned a much darker grey while your light pants were splattered in raindrops.

The worst part about it all, the rain started just as you were approaching his street, and it came down in waterfalls. You were already too far to turn around and grab an umbrella.

“I don’t. Wanna. Talk about it.” You roughly push past him and into his apartment, which you would normally stop to admire the niceness of it if you weren’t so upset. His living room and kitchen’s clean and modern, a TV playing some movie in the background.

“I feel like I could make a joke, but this is just too easy,” You toss a harsh glare over your shoulder at him as he closes and bolts his door, him shuddering at your expression, “Is this why you were late? I was counting every second.”

You highly doubt that’s true, “No, my roommate and I got to talking about…something.”

He tsks, running the white towel over his damp hair, “You know for every minute you were late, I say you deserve a spanking.”

If not for you roommate, that statement wouldn’t have illicit more than a scowl from you, maybe even an eye roll. But your mind trails off to you bent over his lap while he counts the number of times his palm hits your flesh.

And you feel your face immediately burn so you turn away, “If that’s the case, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to walk for like a week.”

With your back facing him, Wooyoung’s eyes linger down to your ass, and how full it looks in those pants. Dammit, he told himself he wouldn’t think of you in that way. And that spanking comment completely slipped out, but now he’s wishing he hadn’t said anything. His thoughts are truly something else.

“Where should we work?” You ask, desperately needing a change in subject.

He seems to be cleared from his own thoughts and he leads you to his living room where his laptop’s already set up with your guys’s work document. Hey, talk about efficient.

Wooyoung drops to the couch and you sling off your backpack, going to follow his lead when a foot comes in contact with your ass.

“Sorry, but I can’t have you sitting on the couch.” He slowly lowers his leg and you scoff lightly, your face doing the thing it does when you get angry. It kills him inside each time.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have a spare change of clothes.”

Just as quickly as he sat down, Wooyoung’s back up again and tells you to follow him to his bedroom. Outside, you can hear the wind start to pick up, mixing with the treacherous rain.

“You can borrow a shirt from me, but I’m kinda low on bottoms.” He says as he yanks open a clearly broken drawer and begins looking for a suitable replacement.

He pulls out a ratty, white tee and tosses it on your face, you hearing him laugh at you as he makes his way out the door. You rip the shirt off with a huff, “Thank you for this.”

His eyes do a quick motion back to you before smiling his usual, playful grin, “That’s what friends are for.”

And he goes to exit again, leaving you alone to change. Trying your best to ignore the way your stomach buzzes at the remembrance of his smile, you pull off you own wet shirt and replace Wooyoung’s dry one, his scent engulfing you the minute it’s on you. You thought you could get drunk of this.

And as for pants, well, your jeans didn’t get as much damage as your top, so it should be fine. You work your way back to the living room, Wooyoung actually working diligently for the first time in ages.

“Whatcha doing?” You take the only open seat next to him on the cushion, but whatever change of heart you had towards him dissipates in a matter of seconds as he flips his screen to show you some clothing store he’d been browsing.

“Do you think this would look nice on me?”

You stare at him blankly before giving him a half-hearted answer. That seems to do the trick as he twists his computer and goes back to typing, most likely still not working. You open your own laptop and begin immediate research, the sounds of clicks filling the air as if you’re both competing for which one is the most significant.

An hour goes by, then two, then three, till next thing you know it’s 11 o’clock at night and the only thing left of your paper is the conclusion, which you tasked Wooyoung with since no one knows all that he’s really done.

“Holy shit! I can’t believe we’re almost finish with this.” He sighs happily into the couch while you shoot him a face. He instantly backtracks and rephrases his sentence into something more accurate, where he’d actually given you more credit.

“This feels like the longest paper I’ve ever written,” You huff as you layback alongside Wooyoung.

“Yeah, well,” He regards you and you meet his gaze, a tiny smile breaking out, “I know you did a great job. You’re an awesome researcher.”

The words could make you melt on sight, “Wooyoung, you’re too sweet.”

At the sight of your genuine smile, he felt as if his heart was going to leap out his chest. Damn you and you’re cuteness.

“Here I thought you couldn’t wait to rid me of your time.” You say as you snicker at your own joke. Definitely was the other way around.

“Well, don’t count on that. Trust me when I say, you’ll never get rid of me.” A devilish grin overtakes him and you roll your eyes, playfully this time. Maybe there is a part of you that’s starting to warm up to him.

“It’s probably time for me to go, it’s past 11.” When you go to stand, you hear Wooyoung whine behind you, begging you to stay longer. It’s just him being bored, don’t overthink it.

Right as you go to pick up your bag, a flash of lightning followed by loud thunder stop you in your step. With the time you spent with Wooyoung, you’d completely forgotten that a literal thunderstorm had been conjuring outside.

“Where’d you park?” He asks as he goes to stand next to you, trying to see out of the window of the blinds but even that had been barricaded by water.

“Oh, uhh, I actually didn’t drive. I walked here from my dorm.” You begin to think about how you’d get home. The bus normally comes around 12, so you could just wait under the bus stop to get out of his hair-

“You better not be considering leaving,” He chastises and when you make a guilty face he’s shocked, “Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you go out there.”

“I don’t wanna be in your way anymore, I’m sure you’re tired of me enough.” You rebut with wide eyes that make it hard for him to look away.

“Don’t make up lies, Y/N-ah, that’s what bad people do.”

Why does he do this to you? Treat you like you don’t know that there’s wrong in the world, like your sheltered. You stick your hip out and cross your arms, “Who’s to say I’m not bad.”

That sentence alone was enough to get him to laugh as if he’d been holding one in for a while, “Yeah, okay. I’ll go get my room ready for you.”

You trail him like a puppy as he goes down the hall and into his bedroom, “Hey, I didn’t agree.”

“And I don’t remember caring if you did.” He picks up the little trinkets off the floor before switching his pillows out with new ones.

You trot behind him, “Then if that’s the case, you take your bed. I can’t kick you of here.”

“You’re not kicking me out, I already gave the room to you.” He moves onto collecting a blanket from his closet then proceeds out into the living room again with, surprise surprise, you close by.

“Wooyoung this isn’t fair, I feel bad.”

He drops the cover then whips around to face you, his eyes burning deep into yours, “Where do you want me to sleep if you’re taking the bed then, huh?”

“Don’t overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it.”

Your roommate said this to you and boy if this doesn’t feel like a moment. Your eyes drop down slightly, then off to the side before landing back on Wooyoung, “You could….oh I don’t know, just stay in the room with me.”

He halts in place, trying to register if he just heard you correctly, “Stay with you……?”

You rapidly shake your head yes because you aren’t too confident your mouth could say much more. He pushes his tongue against his mouth, obviously lost in thought, and you briefly look at the movement. You must’ve turned into a huge pervert in the span of 4 hours because just the sight of that is enough to make your heart race.

“I normally don’t sleep with classmates, but I think I can make an acceptation for you.”

You flick him in the chest at his comment, him immediately laughing. And while part of you felt that was the proper response on your behalf, another hated how you knew he was joking. Like he could never even imagine you in that kind of way.

“Alright, let’s go back to the room then.”

This time you lead the way, with Wooyoung immediately stripping once he steps foot into the room. At the removal of his shirt, you spot a gold chain dangling from his neck, which you felt was a good fit for him. He goes all the way down to his boxers, a classic plaid mix with colors, and your eyes widen at how casual he’d just done it. Though, you don’t completely mind.

“Oh yeah, I get hot easily so sometimes I like to prepare. .” Without another second to waste, he hops into his side of the bed, “Don’t let me stop you though, okay Y/N-ah?”

You don’t even respond as hastily you turn around and fiddle with the button of your jeans. It’s now or never. You pull your pants down, around your ass and past your thighs till they pool around your ankle. You step out of them then bend down to retrieve, folding and placing them on a nearby chair.

“Did you wear that underwear just for me?” He’s teasing you, just like always, though this time you don’t have a comeback. You really had worn these just for him.

He picks up on your no-reply and could tell there’s a sense of something in the air that wasn’t there before.

When you turn back around, Wooyoung’s eyes are glued to you, more specifically towards your legs. You don’t get into bed immediately, instead watching him to see his reaction. Is this where everything goes downhill?

He rakes his eyes upwards till they land on your gaze and it appears he’s confirmed something in them, not playing around or joking. That you’re dead serious. Your heart rate accelerates and his lingering stare is starting to make you curdle.

After a beat his body weakens, “Come here.” His finally says. His voice is strained quietly, speaking as if you’d break if he were any louder. And so you do, leisurely, stalling.

You reach the side of the bed and he motions you to continue. You dip a knee into the mattress before placing your other, then again slowly make your way over to him.

Stopping right in front of his face, his arms reactively go up to grab at you but he stops himself midway. You can tell he’s asking for full permission, and attempting to calm your breathing you give a nod of approval.

His hands grip the back of your thigh, sinking into the skin, before making you straddle him. You sit perched up and toying with your fingers, then decidedly to rest them across his bare shoulders.

“You know I was just messing with you?” He starts, forcing you to give him your attention.

“You always do.” You’re tone sounds neutral thank goodness, but your goddamn pouty lips make you look like your frowning. Or to Wooyoung, kissable as fuck.

Chuckling gently, he bites his lip to stop him from smiling too much, “Yeah, that’s true. But this time it didn’t seem like just teasing to you.”

You feel his hands rub against your thighs, not working their way up, just caressing them while he keeps his eyes locked on you.

“I….” You already knew saying it aloud would sound weird, “I wasn’t sure where tonight was gonna take us.”

He continues to knead into your skin while you go to play with his chain, awaiting his response. You never would’ve imagined this is how the two of you would end up, but damnit if there’s not a part that just excites you a little about it all.

“Did you think we were….” He allows the words to hang in the air but you knew too well what he meant. So you shyly respond, affirming his suspicion.

Wooyoung sighs downward, looking like he just a lost a battle. “I told myself I wouldn’t do anything with you, scolded myself even.”

His words definitely are a shock to you, you stopping your fiddling on his chain to give him your full attention again, “What do you mean?”

“You’re just too cute, Y/N-ah, how could I not think about you in those kinds of ways,” his eyes are back on you, large and dark with plead, “But even when we got paired up together, I told myself to not do anything stupid. Because you don’t deserve that.”

The confession makes your head spin while watching him even more intensely.

“Are you sure this is something you want? If we do this, I promise you I’m not gentle and I don’t have any intention on being so.” He waits for your response but your mind is still murky from his previous statements. What does all of this mean? What was he trying to tell you?

You study him further. The softening of his eyes deepening the longer you two sit in silence. How his now dried hair hangs flowy on his forehead. His skin is clear with full lips. An absolutely gorgeous sight to take in. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

So much so in fact, that you don’t spare another second before leaning in to touch his lips with your own. And he’s quick to react, reciprocating the action in an instant.

It feels as if any previous doubts in your mind just fade out, leaving you with the blissful feeling of Wooyoung. He kisses you like he’s starved. Not sloppy, but uniformed. Almost like he’s been waiting for this and doesn’t want to mess up.

Your mouth moves perfectly with his, and you start tilting your head to either side. He copies your action and the two of you begin to get completely absorbed in the make out.

The hands on your legs work their way up, snaking behind you to cup your ass. He’s had literal dreams of this, and how your ass would feel in his hands. But those don’t compare, can’t compare, to how euphoric he feels in the moment.

When Wooyoung slips his tongue in your mouth, ever so slightly, the minor action causes you to whine a bit, his own groan buzzing into you. You feel some growth in his lap, soon a hardness pressing in your inner thigh.

Your breathing becomes irregular as random sounds emit from you, loving the way your core reacts accordingly to the pleasure. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on so quickly. Without even realizing you start to feel friction build from underneath you, now catching onto your hips rolling against his lap.

He starts to take charge though, grabbing and moving your ass to further grind into him. You break away first at the new sensation, huffing and hipping lightly while you struggle to keep your eyes open. Wooyoung takes notice in the way your expression looks so overwhelmed and just so damn cute.

“You like grinding on my cock?” The words tumble out as he flops his head against the headboard, “We haven’t even done anything and you look like you’re already gonna cum.”

His words are ammo to you, fueling you to gyrate faster while your hands go up above his head. He bites his lip, hard, to stop a loud groan from escaping

“You can’t cum just yet, Y/N-ah.” The sentence is more airy, like he’s struggling himself with the pleasure. You still continue though, too caught up in your satisfaction to notice him hoist an arm around your back and flip you face up onto the bed.

He lands between you, throwing in more clothed thrusts while holding in a smile at your reaction, a mix between lust and anger.

“What-” He bucks particularly hard into it your core that you thought you were going to orgasm right there, “Nrgh! What was that for?”

Wooyoung dips his head down to your cheeks, kissing them tenderly before scooting towards your ear. He eases up on the thrusts too until the two of you work at an equal, tiny pace, “I couldn’t have you cumming, not when I finally get to enjoy this.”

He wiggles down a bit till he reaches your stomach, taking the fabric of your shirt between his fingers and lifting it up towards your mouth. You gladly accept it, him shoving the tee until your mouth was full.

When he glances back down, your top now fully in view, his eyes almost bulge out of his head.

"Holy..." He drags his fingers up the curve of your waist to your outer breasts, which are practically spilling out of the tight shirt, "You wore this for me?"

He smirks up at you and your eyebrows furrow at the bad joke. He's lucky your mouth's being occupied at the moment.

Wooyoung goes back to admiring you, craning his neck up to place open kisses on the soft flesh that pokes out before working his way to in between your cleavage.

Your heavy breathing, though muffled, is still audible enough for him to hear, lifting his head up quickly to speak to you, "I think those are gonna be my favorite noises."

You dismiss him, grabbing the back of his head to push him back into you. Wooyoung laughs at your neediness and eagerly goes into your tits again.

The feeling starts to build again in your heat, with you gradually increasing your movements against him. He responds to you by rolling himself further between your legs in a rhythm, the sloppy sounds of him kissing and sucking at you still filling your ears.

You've always been a quick pleaser, not typically lasting more than 15 minutes when pleasuring yourself.

If Wooyoung hadn't changed positions earlier, you most likely would've finished like that, which for the record you were perfectly contempt with.

But now everything feels like so much. So much happening at once that the desperation to spill over comes clawing out.

Wooyoung doesn't let that happen though, letting up once he felt you grinding even harder into him. A single string of spit still connecting to your breasts hangs past his mouth, another all-knowing grin plastered on.

"Someone's a little quick on the trigger." Throwing caution to the wind, he sticks a hand against the middle of your underwear, making you squirm on the spot, "Oh, I can see why. You're fucking soaked."

You mumble out a reply but he pretends he doesn't understand, which to be fair he probably doesn't.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Say it again for me." This time he pulls your shirt out, your own little spit string dropping down to your chin.

You gasp harshly, "You're so mean, Wooyoung."

He peers back to your face, staring intently at you when his fingers below push rather deep into your underwear, the action causing you to hike up and grimace, “Hmmm….yeah, I guess I can be.”

In no time his mouth is back between your cleavage as his fingers work your clothed core. You think your hearts gonna explode from overstimulation. You wiggle yourself against his hand, twitching when he starts to move your fabric to the side.

The bare touch he has brings such a feeling you’ve never experienced, making you shiver. The way he would cup your pussy momentarily before releasing, rubbing at your clit again then repeating it all once more. Honestly you thought you were game over.

Till Wooyoung takes his hand away from you fully and sits up. Your face drops at the absence of his touch.

“Hey, what’d I say?” He fakes an angry expression before cracking out into a playful one, “You can’t cum just yet, I haven’t even fucked you.”

He notices the greediness in your eyes, the way you’ve only been concerned on getting yourself off and not him. And he’s not even mad at you for it, finding it rather enticing the desperation you have. Actually, it’s turning him on so fucking much.

“Look at this.”

His voice is authoritative, and when you don’t look exactly where he wants you to, he roughly grabs your hand to palm him through his boxers, “I’m leaking right now and I haven’t even taken my cock out.”

The wetness permeates to your fingertips and you quiver, a sudden sensation taking over. Like you want him inside of you right now.

“I’m gonna pound you until you’re shaking from me,” He wraps his arms underneath you to hoist you up, twisting you around till you’re on all 4’s, “So no orgasming. At least until I say so.”

You go to speak when a hand pushes your head down into a pillow, automatically arching your back with your ass poking out. Your underwear spreads across your cheeks which causes Wooyoung to sigh happily, “I could look at your sexy ass forever.”

“Wooyoung-ah,” You heave, already waiting too long for him, “Hurry up.”

Your voice again was never rude, but it did come off as whiny. He goes to make your wish come true but before that, he lands a harsh smack against your plush skin.

“Fuck, it even jiggles. Y/N-ah, you’re gonna make me cum on myself.” His words make your eyes flutter, swearing that if he kept talking you’d be done for, again.

“Need you in me…..please.” Your last attempt at pleading does the trick for you, with him bringing your underwear down to your knees. He positions himself behind you as he goes to pull down his boxer shorts.

“No more stalling starting right now.” A stroke of dick sends tingles down his spin, then, of course, he toys with your entrance.

Sliding just barely his damp head into you before swiftly pulling it out, rubbing his full length on your pussy lips. He taunts you in a manner that you couldn’t even verbally protest cause it still felt so good.

“I….” Your voice trails off from his continued teasing but that does stop him from being curious.

“Mmm, what’s that?” There’s no edge to his tone this time. If anything, he presents himself softer and more genuine.

You choke on your breath, “I’ve never wanted someone so bad before.” Wooyoung hears the possessiveness in your voice and just like that, his facade comes crumbling down, reaching his breaking point.

If only you’d understand how true those words are for himself.

“Okay,” he pause himself to readjust, “I’m actually gonna fuck you into the sheets now.”

Before he does, his reaches a hand to grab your hair, twisting it to pull you back, “Just let me know when to stop.”

You nod as your consent, which then Wooyoung throws your head back down and brings your waist further up.

He gives no warning when he thrusts himself fully deep into your core, the motion causing your head to almost drive into the headboard.

“Oh my….you’re so damn tight.” His own eyes practically roll back at the feeling of your walls around him, and he almost doesn’t wanna move.

But then you wiggle your hips in need of some friction, and soon he begins to pound into you, just like he said he would.

It starts off slow, him letting the action run through you as your slickness spreads across his cock. You even have the strength to rock with him though you weren’t sure how much longer that would last.

He’s holding onto your waist for support, but then switches one of them to the headboard above, sort of mimicking your earlier position.

His head becomes dizzy with your soft, tiny groans and the slapping sound of his skin against yours as a background.

“S-Shit, think you’re gonna make me…..” Wooyoung becomes too enveloped in the sensation, the intensity from you both, to even finish the sentence.

He gets faster while you grow more limp. Your own pleasure starts to consume you and soon you don’t have the willpower to move. He looks down briefly to your ass, taking the hand from your waist to slap your cheeks.

“Ah!” You gulp in for air, “shit….”

“Oh you like that?” Another one lands on you, though this had some sting behind it. But you love it, “Told you, you needa spankin.”

He doesn’t stop there. Grasping at your tits in front, he forcefully tugs your tank top downwards till they fall out, “Need both.”

Then, he unleashes a smack onto your breasts, this round making you cry aloud, “Wooyoung!”

“You’re so cute, Y/N-ah.” He roughly grabs your mounds of flesh and shakes them, “I love your body so damn much, could fuck you all the time.”

He goes back to fucking you, but your mind wanders. You want to ask if he truly means that, but when a particularly hard thrusts sends you soaring out of your stars, you’re quick to forget.

There’s a build up approaching and your cunt feels extra sensitive from the previous activities. You’ve surprised yourself by lasting this long, but you know your end is near.

“Woo, can I-” The words get caught in your throat and instead you croak them out.

He knows exactly what you want though, and how to give it to you. He folds himself over to completely engulf you, him wrapping both arms around your stomach. He’s still pumping in and out yet his pace has increased significantly, “Yeah, yeah you can cum now. You’ve been such a good girl.”

With his permission you let go, allowing yourself to succumb to the intoxicating heat spreading all around. Wooyoung’s breathing is present behind you as he struggles to find his own regular pattern.

He’s whining, though quietly, into your shoulder, muttering small praises, “Fuck, you’re so good. So damn good. You’ll never let anyone else have you, right?”

He drives his hips continuously as you utter incoherent nonsense, “Promise me no one else will ever see you like this. Can you do that for me?”

You can hardly muster a reply but after a few more gasps it come out, “I promise.”

Your eyes begin to flutter while Wooyoung peppers small kisses down your spine, “You’re mine now.”

And just like that, your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, just a massive explosion causing you to shake. The feeling of your walls contracting around his cock causes Wooyoung to finish too, the two of you cumming in sync. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, and you whimper loudly.

You’ve never had one hit you so intense before, and even Wooyoung’s load is more than usual as he fills you up, your cunt milking his dick in pulses.

You try to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, taking a mental note of the whole night until slowly you come down from your high.

Wooyoung finishes as well, his hips growing slow until he finally stops. Instead of removing himself immediately however, he takes in the feeling of him still buried in you, loving how warm you feel. You both breathe heavy and you feel him clench his arms around you.

After regaining your composure, you flop down onto his bed, Wooyoung following close behind you. He lands on top of you and sighs, “You’re probably the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

You giggle lightly, “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” He plants another kiss this time on your inner neck, “And I’m definitely your last.”

At that, you crane your neck to him, leisurely turning over as he scoots back slightly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His hair is now slightly wet from sweat, showing just how much effort he put in, “Cause, you’re never getting cock from anyone else again. If you want it, you have me.”

The smile that spreads afterwards is shit-eating and mischievous. You’re amused by this but don’t oppose it, and Wooyoung senses your acceptance at his declaration.

He drops down to your lips, kissing you in such a passion that felt had a little more to it than he’s willing to show and maybe you don’t want him to. At least, not right now.

Just as you start to get into it, he breaks away, “Wait, I remembered something.”

“What is it?” Your cock your head to the side a bit in confusion, an act that briefly makes him put his guard down. But he quickly regains it, and scoots down towards the end of the bed.

He takes ahold of your back thighs and pushes them towards you, your legs reactively parting slightly. He then moves your knees apart and creates an open view for himself to your pussy.

There's an audible groan, "Oh fuck, I need to burn this image in my head.”

His cum leaking out of you combined with your puffy cunt practically makes him hard again. He continues praising you and gloats about how fuckable your cunt is.

Your face burns as you can’t help but cower from the attention, but apart of you knows you’ll be getting more of this in the future.

Better start getting used to it now.

- Bonus -

When you wake up again, it’s to your phone violently ringing off in the distance. You feel a heavy arm slung over you and it takes you a minute to realize Wooyoung is nestling between your neck with a leg on top of yours, out like a light.

Still groggy, you sit up, some surprise coursing through you as you notice your lack of clothing. But that didn’t matter as of right now. All you want is to find this phone and shut it the hell up.

You aimlessly search through the comforter, then bending over to reach the ground when you see a light being covered by your jeans pocket.

Now you have to get up and actually go retrieve the device, something you do then your back onto the bed.

The photo ID is of you and your roommate 2 years ago when you guys first met in high school. A memory you’d rather forget from when she took you fishing for the first time with her family. Your eyes also dart up to the time which reads 2:43 AM.

Oh gosh.

You press the answer button, “Hello-”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’ve been texting and calling you for the past 2 hours and I was getting worried!”

You wince at her shouting, holding the phone a way from your ear slightly, “Sorry, sorry. The storm got really bad so Wooyoung offered to let me sleep here. I should’ve told you that-”

“Damn straight you should’ve! Had me thinking the fucker kidnapped you or something, you’re so reckless.”

Your eyebrows furrow, minor irritation pricking at you for her earlier stunt, “Okay, I get where you’re coming from, but you’re the one who knew it was gonna rain. Why would you let me wear grey-!”

“Oh come on, you are not bringing that up right no-”

Your phone gets plucked out of your grasp and soon you hear the end-call noise. You look over at Wooyoung who’s resting up on his forearms, your phone in a hand with your call gone from the screen.

“She’s really loud, woke me up from our nap time.” He mutters then goes searching through your phone before he appears to type out something.

“Wooyoung!” Your shock subsides as the realization of what he’d just done dawns on you, “You can’t hang up on her, she’s my roommate.”

He just shrugs his shoulders, your scolding rolling off of him, “I just did though, plus shouldn’t she be asleep right now? It’s too late for you girls to be up.”

You scowl at him when he glances up at you, shooting you a tiny smile. Then he hands out your phone and you take it skeptically, “What’d you do?”

“Relax, I just told your roommate you’d talk to her in the morning. She needs to take a chill pill, texting you 47 times, holy shit.”

You graze through the messages and see all of the texts she’d sent asking about your whereabouts and then you see the one Wooyoung sent merely seconds ago.

“Hey, come back to bed, you need sleep.” He attempts to pull you back to him and you allow him to, falling down into his chest.

And that’s how you spend the rest of the night, safe in Wooyoung’s arms.

[boydepartment]

enhypen texts- when their christmas present gets spoiled

a/n: hi i said i was gonna post texts today 😁 i did this after my bio and work. work i.e being a maid 😁😁😁 love it tho! christmas christmas christmas my month!

warnings- cursing, fluff, funny funny haha yaknow the whole thing

7 text screenshots

MASTERLIST

jungwon-

heeseung-

jay-

jake-

sunghoon-

sunoo-

riki-

[ohmygs-blog]

jealous dreamies.

[lovemly4]

HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES

Word count: 2.3 k

Pairing: BestFriend!Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, best friends to lovers, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it please), blowjob, facesitting, semi public sex (??), praising, aftercare, explicit language, MINORS DNI 18+

“And… Done! Good job, you can rest now. We’re done for today” my choreographer says, turning off the music and handing me a bottle of water.

I chug eagerly, exhausted by the practice. Today has been particularly hard for me and I don’t exactly know the reason behind it, but now I find myself sat against the mirror, catching my breath as if it was the last.

“I’m leaving, are you coming with me?” my teacher asks me, waiting in the door frame

“No thanks, I think I’ll practice again a couple of times, then I’ll call it a night.” she nods, waiving her hand as her figure disappears behind the wall.

I wait until my heartbeat slows down, boringly scrolling through my Instagram feed, and I come across one of my friend’s latest posts.

And damn, he was devilishly handsome in that picture.

I’ve been friends with Felix for a long time: he was one of the first people to approach me when I got accepted into the dance school, and in one way or another our teachers noticed the alchemy between me and him.

Since then, they paired the two of us for many choreographies.

But that’s it.

No romantic feelings between me and Felix.

No love, no lust, no desire.

Just a really deep friendship.

But then why do I feel that burning feeling in my heart whenever he’s around? And why do I crave his presence when he’s not?

I force myself out of my thoughts, getting prepared to practice again.

I get in position in the middle of the room waiting for the song to start, still chewing on those memories with him.

The door suddenly opens, letting someone burst in and invade my bubble of thoughts.

“Hello love, missed me?” a joyful voice says, tossing his bag on the empty sofa in his trajectory.

Speak of the devil…

I turn to face him, an expression of fake-annoyance on my face while he walks in where i stand.

He picks me up and we twirl together, gently putting me down and pinching my cheek while he smiles at me.

“Wasn’t your teacher supposed to be here today? Has she lost hope with you? Poor thing. “He looks around panting, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You clown. She was here five minutes ago, must have sensed you coming and decided to sneak out.” I flick his forehead, earning a laugh from him “but you can stay here if you want, I’m almost done”

He nods and makes his way to sit on the sofa.

Being a professional dancer, I usually don’t mind people watching me; but there’s something about his gaze that makes my skin burn like a hot sun, leaving me raw and exposed.

I start dancing for the hundredth time this day, even if I feel that my movements are not fluid and confident like they’re supposed to be.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by him, of course, and he walks towards me.

“What’s going on with you today?” he sweetly asks placing himself behind me. He grabs my waist with his right hand, and gently holds my arm up with his left.

Our eyes meet in the wall mirror in front of us: he’s warm, and I can feel his breath on the nape of my neck. I helplessly shiver at the feeling.

“You’re stiff. I’ll help you with this move, alright?” he moves our bodies together as one “just like that”.

His warm voice, his presence, his body against mine make my head spin, holding onto his arm as I turn around to face him.

“Already trembling like a leaf and I haven’t almost touched you.”

Shit.

My eyes widen in shock at his words, heart going crazy in my chest. He holds my head up by the chin, lips brushing over mines. His steady gaze burns on my skin, still sensitive from his body against mine.

“Who thought I could’ve had you in my arms like this all along?” his voice is deep, hot with lust and desire, and his breath is fanning against my lips.

He won; he knew it. And I let him.

His presence had always filled me, from day one. I was just too blind to see it.

“please” I beg him.

I don’t like the way my voice sounds, it’s whiny and shaky, and we both know he’s the only person who causes it to be like that.

“Please what, love?” his expression is serious, he’s eager to hear me beg again for him.

But I don’t have time to try and speak once more, the fire in my core is demanding.

I pull him down to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, soon to be replaced by tongues fighting and teeth shattering against each other’s.

He picks me up, blindly heading towards the sofa as the kiss gets too heated to just stop. I lose myself in his flavor, my hands find his hair at the base of his head, slightly pulling and feeling the soft strands between my fingers.

That’s when I know I won the jackpot, he pulls away and tightens the grasp on my butt cheeks.

He puts me down gently, sitting beside me as I climb onto his lap. His hands are on my waist, slightly gripping while I trace gentle wet kisses on his Adam’s apple.

His skin is hot, sweet, and it smells like him.

Confident hands rise my shirt, taking the fabric with him up my head to remove it.

“Lix, are you sure?” I look at him worried, suddenly realizing that we still are in a public place.

“They all went home, it’s just us in here” he smiles reassuringly, leaving a small peck on my lips.

I chuckle and tug at the black fabric of his oversized shirt, lazily resting on his upper body.

He lifts his arms to ease my work and I can’t help but stare at his toned body, my hands flattened against his waist.

Everything is harmonious in this man; he doesn’t even look real.

He knows he looks like an angel, and he makes sure to make you feel heaven.

My mouth traces a long line of kisses down his waist, hands following my movements as he throws his head back in pleasure, abs tensed and the tent in the middle of his joggers more and more prominent.

I palm his manhood through the fabric, feeling the outline of it and eager to feel him wherever I can take him.

I pull down both his pants and his boxers in one movement, freeing his half hard cock that now rests on his lower abdomen.

I take it in my hand, slowly pumping it and spreading the little drops of precum down his shaft; he’s hot in my hand, prettier than I imagined.

His breathing is heavy, trying his best not to let moans escape his mouth.

“Don’t hold back Lix, let me hear you.”

He smiles, hissing at my words, stroking my hair and tangling his fingers through it slightly pulling, guiding my mouth down his member while our eyes never leave each other’s.

“Fuck- you’re so good, just like that baby” his words are strained, breathy, almost forced to come out and threatened to be interrupted by his low moans.

I take him in my mouth: he’s deliciously heavy on my tongue, the salty taste of his precum mixing with the sweetness of his kisses.

He stops my movements, smiling reassuringly at my confused face.

“Don’t worry love, you did nothing wrong. But I could cum just by looking at you, and we don’t want that to happen so soon, do we?”

Cheeks blushing, I clean the spit in the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes following Felix’s movements as he gets comfortable laying down on the sofa, his head on the arm rest.

“Come on pretty girl, sit on my face” he states, patting his chest.

I stand there, unable to put together enough words to express my confusion.

“But- are you sure? What if I hurt you?” I stutter in disbelief.

I sit there shocked, unable to understand if my confusion is given by his request or by the excitement in anticipation.

But it doesn’t feel wrong, at all.

It’s intimate, and I know that I can trust him with my entire heart.

I climb on his chest, his soft and delicate hands helping me strip out of my shorts and panties.

He doesn’t waste time and quickly grips at my thighs: he’s not rough, but he makes me feel safe.

And incredibly horny.

And by the way our eyes talk I understand that he knows what he’s doing and what I’m thinking. He always knew.

We always knew, after all.

I align my bare core to his mouth, still unsure of how much weight to put on him.

But he’s impatient, he’s not worried at all, he grabs the flesh of my thighs and pulls me down in one quick motion.

He licks a long strip, flicking his tongue on my sensitive clit. His tongue is wet and warm against my cunt, feels molded to do that job, and his lips surround his work, stroking the labia from time to time.

God, who thought he could be so nasty?

He alternates between fucking my hole with his tongue and giving attention to the bundle of nerves, and I can’t help but moan his name like a mantra.

I soon feel the familiar knot forming in my lower abdomen, hot and delightful.

“Ah-Lix, please don’t stop” but he didn’t even think about it, not when he has me shaky and whiny under his hands.

I start grinding and fucking myself on his face, his nose hitting my sweet spot with each thrust, chasing my orgasm; his fingers dig in the meat of my legs, as he brings up a hand to massage my breasts. He flicks the rosy bud between two fingers, playing with it, soon starting to make me lose control.

I feel my blood boiling, heat in my whole body while his mouth and fingers work the magic.

“Fe-Felix, ngh- gonna cum” I beg while grinding his face and tugging at his hair. My orgasm is soon to come, crashing down on me and making me see stars, leaving me shaky while he works his way through it.

I move away from his face, freeing him of my grip on his head.

My juices are on his mouth and chin, glistening with the dim light of the room. He’s such a view.

“I could’ve bet you tasted divine” he states licking his lips while I catch my breath, fucked out expression on my face.

“Look at you, already so drunk and I didn’t even start” he whispers, moving a strand of hair out of my face kissing me tenderly, as if he waited years to savor this moment and finally fate was on his side.

But we did, though. Idiots in love, just too stupid to see it.

He moves us putting me on his lap, letting me do the rest.

“Let me, I can do this” I swear reassuringly, his dark half hooded eyes staring at me.

I lower his joggers where they were moments before, his still hard veiny cock slapping against his tummy.

I gently stroke it, spitting in my hand and spreading it evenly, while he grows impatient and low groans make their way out of his throat “Don’t tease, please” he begs.

I smirk, aligning it with my entrance, the wetness of my previous orgasm enough to make it slide in easily.

We exhale once it’s fully in, like we’ve both been holding our breath, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes and his mouth hanging open.

He places his hand on my hips, helping me set the pace as the other one finds my breast. Felix has a weakness for tits, noted.

I grind myself on his dick; I can feel his silky skin under my hands, flattened against his abdomen. The tip is hitting the right spot inside me, my clit brushing against his pubic bone feels delightful.

“Fuck- darling you’re perfect, such a good girl for me” he whimpers, noticing my thrusts getting weaker.

He hugs my waist to lift me up, my breast in front of his face in the motion while he starts relentlessly thrusting up, loud skin slapping noises and our moans filling the room, making the filthiest melody we’ve both ever heard.

He brings his thumb to my mouth, wetting it enough to stroke my clit, gently flicking it and making me drip even more.

I feel my orgasm approaching once more, the sight of Felix’s fucked out expression adding to the tingles bubbling in my tummy.

“I’m- close” I manage to say between breaths “I know baby, hold on a little longer” he moans out against the flesh of my shoulder slightly biting on it, the sting of the action just adding to the pleasure.

“Felix, I can’t, please” I cry out against his neck, too fucked out to form a coherent sentence

“Cum baby, go on” his hips stutter against mines “gonna cum inside you, alright love?” he asks, but i don’t even have the time to say anything before our highs crash down the both of us, leaving us a hot mess.

I pant against his chest, heat fading and leaving space to the cold air in the room. He strokes my hair, leaving gentle and sweet kisses on my forehead.

I look up into his eyes: they’re glossy, and a strange glow enhances the color of his iris. Keeping a steady hand on my waist, he uses the other one to open his bag and pull out a clean shirt.

He cleans the both of us, paying extra attention to where our bodies where still connected. He looks for my clothes, helping me getting dressed and handing me his bottle of water.

We lay there, my eyes getting heavy as he talks quietly in the emptiness of the building.

A loud noise startles me, immediately searching for Felix’s eyes.

“Oh… yeah. I might have forgotten about the cleaning women” he states, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

I cover my face with my hands exhaling exasperated

“I can’t fucking believe it”.

a/n: Hello! First smutty one shot here, so it might be highly improvable. Let me know!!

[ta3baee]

Jungkook with a chubby girlfriend !

Pairing : Idol!Jungkook x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings : Nsfw headcanons after the sfw, I will include another warning though.

Ta3baee notes : Reblogs are very much appreciated <3 Minors dni! I’m not responsible for what you consume on the internet. If you feel like you’ve seen this post before it’s because you did! I accidentally deleted my account ‘ta3bae’ (one e) and with it all my posts, sooo consider this a repost ??

SFW !

• He’s absolute putty for your stretch marks !

• He’d name each while tracing over them with his finger.

• Jungkook would definitely cup your tummy while back hugging you.

• This man would FOLD if you wear tight dresses, he loves how much they hug and define your curves.

• He’d definitely show you off to his friends, making you sit in his lap when there’s an event/party going on and he wants to sit it out.

• He’d squish your squishy cheeks to make your lips pucker and kiss them.

• He’d make you meals when you feel down and eat with you.

• If you feel like wanting to lose weight, he’d help you lose it in a healthy way! He’d make you nutritious food and snacks.

• He’d love going to the gym with you and wearing matching gym clothes.

• I feel like he’d be very protective over you, so if someone were to make a comment or look at you in the wrong way, he’d ask them to take a walk but if they don’t he’d bring the guns ( 💪🏻)

• He’d purposely get you clothes a bit smaller because he loves seeing you body but he also loves when you wear his oversized clothes that just eat you up.

Nsfw below, do not proceed if it’s not to your

liking!

NSFW !

• While in missionary, he’d grab a hold of your tummy and squeeze while he’s thrusting into you.

• He loves doggy style, the sight of his dick disappearing inside you and your ass giggling makes him whine.

• If you get insecure when he wants you to sit on his face, he just grabs your thighs and manhandles you so you’re above him.

• When you’re close to cumming, and he knows cuz you’d tighten around him even more, he’d lean into your ear “does my big girl wanna cum? Hmm?” ( GRAJJJ)

• When 69ing he’d prefer you on top that way he can spread you and lick a long thick strip from your clit to your entrance, even going as far as to tease your ass (if ur into anal)

• If you surprise him with wearing lingerie, he’d instantly get hard at the sight of your thighs spilling over the knee socks.

• He’d definitely hand cuffs you to the bed post and use a bar spreader just to sit and watch as you cum around the vibrating dildo over and over.

• In other words, he’s obsessed with your pussy. He could spend days down there, and the way your thunder thighs wrap around him? 😮‍💨

[stars4ni]

-when skz sends selfies- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ (    genre⠀ )   …   skz ot8 x gn reader, fake texts, suggestive

𝜗𝜚 (    warnings⠀ )   …   cursing, sexual content

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bang chan + leeknow

changbin + hyunjin

jisung + felix

seungmin + jeongin

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[f3lix00]

Bf!straykids reaction to reader simping over their hands | nsfw

Masterlist

Hyung line | Maknae line

Han (한)

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Felix (필릭스)

Seungmin (승민)

I.N/Jeongin (아이엔/정인)

[kyusjin]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖢𝖴𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 － 𝖸𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭 𝖲𝖬𝖠𝖴 ·˚ ༘

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦： 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

- ,, 𝗒𝗇’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝖾𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖺 ！！

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲：𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆， 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋． 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋 ＆ 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍？

𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤：𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 + 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗎，𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎 ＆ 𝗂𝗋𝗅，𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾， 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿， 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍，𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄， ！𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝟤 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 （𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉）𝟤 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ！

𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦：𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇，𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾 + 𝗁𝗎𝗁 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 （𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗆），𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 （𝗂𝗍𝗓𝗒），𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 + 𝗁𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗂 （𝗍𝗑𝗍），𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 + 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 + 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑 （𝗌𝗄𝗓），𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 （𝗂𝗏𝖾）

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲：𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌， 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 + 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌， 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋， 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗌，（𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄）𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋

𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖲：𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

・❥・𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖥𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖲：𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

- ,, 𝗈𝗆𝗐𝟤𝖿𝗒𝖻🗣️ －𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾

- ,, 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌🔥

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟣：𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗒𝗇 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥🙏🏻

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟤：𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗅𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗅𝗎

𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌：𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝖽

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟥：𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗁？（𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇，𝟣.𝟥𝗄）

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟦：𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗓𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟧：𝖺𝗐 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗈？？

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟨：𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 #𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟩：𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝟣：𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅

𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌：𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 🤷🏻‍♂️

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟪：𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒😈

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟫：𝖳𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖦𝖴𝖸！

𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌：𝗀𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒🔥

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟣𝟢：𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽 （𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇，𝟣.𝟫𝗄）

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟣𝟣：𝟣𝟢／𝟣𝟢 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗉

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟣𝟤：𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗎𝖼𝗄🤮

𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌：𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺

- ,, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 #𝟣𝟥：𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇！

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©𝖪𝖸𝖴𝖲𝖩𝖨𝖭 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒！！

[daydreamingyuta]

Don't Wanna Say Goodnight | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, you don’t want bf!Mark to say goodnight wc: 369 a/n: writing this actually made me more delusional 😵‍💫

"Baby, please don't leave." You say, grabbing Mark's arm so he can't get off the couch. He looks back at you with tenderness in his eyes. For two whole blissful days, Mark was completely free of any schedules, but tomorrow he has to work on some new music.

“C’mon baby, don’t do this to me. You know I have schedules early in the morning.” He says, but he doesn’t move a single inch away from you, a soft smile on his face. 

You knew he had to leave, but you just really didn’t want him to. You usually weren’t this clingy, but you knew Mark secretly loved it when you were like this. “If you really loved me you wouldn’t leave.” You say, challenging him.

He tilts his head back and smiles up at the ceiling, he knows that you’re just trying to prolong the goodbye so he can stay as long as possible. He looks back down at you and tilts his head. “If only you knew how much I loved you.” He moves close to you, his face centimeters from yours. “If you only knew how obsessed I am with you baby and how hard it is to leave when you beg me to stay like this.”

You smile up at him, satisfied, knowing that if he could stay, he absolutely would. “Finee text me when you get home ok?”

“Of course, baby.” He says, pressing a sweet kiss onto your lips. You follow him off the couch and get to his jacket before he does so you can help him put it on. Once it's on, you fix the collar for him, taking a moment to just stay close to him. He grabs both of your arms and wraps them around his waist while he wraps his arms around your neck. “Goodnight babyy.” He says against your hair, kissing your temple. 

“Make sure to get enough sleep ok?” You say, still not letting go of the hug. He hums, telling you that he’ll try his best to sleep well. Once you both untangle yourselves from the hug, he cups your face into his hands and scrunches his face at you. “I hate saying goodnight to you.”

[ncttytrack]

"Not your type?" - l.hs (m)

“Oh, Sweetheart.” He says and looks at you with a massive smirk, his hand never leaving your soft cheek. “I heard everything"

Summary: Your new summer job was great. The salary was great and the scenery was beautiful. But what made the job perfect, was your hot older co-worker Lee Heeseung, who you swear is not your type.

Genre: SMUT, Co-worker!Heeseung x reader.

Words: 3,7k+

Warnings: HardDomHeeseung, Heeseung is lowkey mean, chocking, creampie, lowkey size kink, degradation kink!!!, reader is lowkey a masochist...

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☠︎︎♡︎☠︎ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙︎ ☠︎︎♡︎☠︎ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☠︎︎♡︎☠︎ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

You load dirty spoons and plates Into the dishwasher, sweat running down your neck. It was a hot summer day, and while the average person your age is down by the beach sunbathing, you are working at your new restaurant job. When you applied, you didn’t actually think you would get it, but here you are during your vacation from college. Not that you could really complain, it is a nice restaurant you are working at by the coast. It’s always sunny, you are surrounded by people wearing little to no clothing because of the hot weather, and the nearest sea is just about ten meters away from you. The perfect summer job for someone who is in a desperate need for money. 

But there is one thing that makes working there difficult. 

The first day on your job, your boss wanted an experienced college to help you out. For example, showing you how to load the dishwasher, the different courses on the menu, what you should do after the restaurant closes - and so on and so forth. What you didn’t know however, is that the man getting the “help the new coworker” mission, would be the hottest man you have ever seen in your life. 

Lee Heeseung.

When Heeseung showed you around on your first day, it felt like you became 16 again. Every time his eyes met yours your whole body would tingle, only being able to look into his eyes for 3 seconds before looking away. Every time he asked you a question, you became a stuttering mess trying to compose yourself. It was really difficult, and because you two always seemed to get the same shifts, you couldn’t avoid him either. Not that he seemed to complain, he probably loved the attention he got from you. That is what you at least internally tell yourself. 

You did however get close to some of the people working at the restaurant over the last two months, one of them being your now close friend Sunoo who was your age. That is what is peculiar about this working place, everyone is about the same age. Over the age of 17, but younger than 24. And because of the young staff, it wasn’t an unusual thing that people hooked up with each other. And the first time you heard about it from Sunoo, you couldn’t help it but get almost too excited.

“Are you serious!?'' You shout with a shocked expression, the food you chew almost flying out of your mouth. Sunoo laughs, putting a hand right in front of his mouth. “Yeah, it's true! And can you please whisper, we don’t want the others knowing what we are talking about”. You look at him with big eyes, before looking around making sure that people aren’t listening to your conversation. 

You lean in and begin to whisper. “Like who?” Sunoo leans in as well, right by your ear. “Which ones have hooked up with each other? Well where should I even start. Um, well there was this one time with Yujin and Jay, and oh! Yunjin and Hee-“ you cut him off abruptly, not wanting him to mention Heeseung. 

You lean back beside him, trying to act casual. “Yeah I get it, I get it, you don’t need to continue!” You look away from him, but Sunoo looks at you. “What, do you like Heeseung? Y/n…” He says and punches your shoulder playfully. Your face turns beet red, trying not to unveil the secret you so desperately have been hiding for the two months working here. 

“What do you mean? Heeseung? Nooo he is like, sooo not my type” You say trying to sound convincing. “Not your type?” Sunoo says, not convinced by your false statement. Instead of answering him, you look away and shake your head confidently. 

Sunoo suddenly smiles teasingly, grabbing your arm and leans in. Because of his sudden touch, you look at him surprised. He maybe leaned in a little too much, though he is so close that you can feel his breath tingling your neck.

“You know what I think?” He says slowly, making sure to pronounce every syllable, and looks at you with innocent eyes. You get nervous, not knowing what he is about to say and try to look away. “What?”

His smile gets bigger, and he continues while having a teasing pout on his lips. 

“I think that you want big, sexy, Heeseung to grab your tiny, little, fragile body, push it against the hard wall of the storage room and manhandle you with,“ he makes his voice lighter, trying to mimic yours “his, big, manly hands, and strong arms”

Your mouth gapes open and you begin to laugh nervously, hitting Sunoo playfully several times until he backs away from you. You shake your head. “No! No! It’s not true!”

He looks at you and laughs while hitting the table in front of you. “Are you serious? You are lyiiiing! That is totally what you want!” You shake your head “No! I promise I-“. 

Before you can continue defending yourself, you get interrupted by Sunoo rolling back his eyes. “OhmaGAWD, You are so BIG! Don’t stawp Heeseungie-“ 

Sunoo suddenly stops, and look away at someone standing in front of your table. You slowly look towards the same direction Sunoo is looking. You begin to internally panic. 

“Um I think your 30 minute lunch break is over”. 

It’s Heeseung. 

You and Sunoo look at each other. 

Omg, did he hear all that? 

Heeseung is looking at you two confused, did he interrupt something? 

“I mean, I need to get my lunch break too” Hee continues, looking down on the salad he picked out. He seemed…nervous? Before you could make this situation even more awkward, you and Sunoo quickly grab your dirty dishes and walk away trying to ignore Heeseung's intense gaze. 

You could hear Sunoos' quiet laughter beside you while walking away from Heeseung. You look at him.“Promise me to never do that again Sunoo! And why are you laughing!” You whisper-scream trying to sound intimidating. “What?” He laughes, “It was sooo funny!” 

You look at him with a worried expression. “But what if he heard everything?” 

“So what! Just wait until the next Friday-night shift you have with him, drink the last 30 minutes at closing, and see what happens!” 

You look at him, smiling. “Are you allowed to drink on the job?” Sunoo looks at you and grabs your shoulder. “I don’t know? But what I do know, is that amongst the older coworkers-“ he points his finger towards Heeseung and the others, “it’s a Friday-tradition, and if you want what I think you want…then you know what to do” He says and winks, walking away to help a customer. 

And here we are, the Friday night shift. It would be embarrassing to admit, but the night before you did a 3 hour long everything-shower. Every inch of your body was shaved, scrubbed and cleaned. You were partially oozing vanilla. You hope that if something happens he doesn’t acknowledge the small wound you got from shaving too enthusiastically. Even though you put on matching underwear, an inch of you silently hopes that nothing happens. What if something goes wrong? What if you do something wrong? You try not to get too anxious, afraid that the nervous sweating will smell more than the perfume you put on this morning.

The final customer walks out of the restaurant, and you look at the clock. It’s exactly 30 minutes before the shift ends, which means it’s cleaning and drinking time. 

“Is it your first time on a Friday-shift?” The voice behind you, surprises you, making you do a small jump out of fear while looking over your shoulder. Heeseung looked down on you with an amused expression. “Did I scare you? Sorry I didn’t mean it” You try to say anything, but the scary thought of you stuttering is enough for you to stay quiet. You tap your foot on the ground trying to fill out  the quiet atmosphere while looking away. 

Heeseung tilts his head, while biting his lips, trying to hold in his laughter. Why is she so cute? “Um… So..If you don’t know already, we have a tradition where we drink during cleaning so it makes it more fun. I mean, it is Friday soo” You look up at him again trying to act as if you don’t know about the “tradition” - as if Sunoo didn’t tell you a week before. “Oh, well, that sounds fun?” You answer. 

Heeseung looks at you with bright eyes, turns around and grabs two glasses of beer, probably around 50ml, and hands it to you. "Perfect! You drink beer, right?” He says and looks at you. To be honest beer is the least you want to drink right now, but not wanting to be a burden, you take the big glass. You press it against your mouth, looking up into his eyes, while swallowing a big gulp of beer. You feel the bitter drink hit your tastebuds. Heeseung takes a deep breath, looking at your lips while you swallow the beer. Does she know what she is doing? 

You put down the glass, it is already half empty. “It tastes better than what I imagined!” You say, feeling the courage entering your body with every second because of the alcohol. Before Heeseung can answer, you pick up the glass again, only for him to take it from you. You look up at him irritated “I think you might slow down on that, the beer is extra strong and we don’t want any…accidents”. Heeseung says, bringing his hand up, laying it on your cheek. His thumb strokes your top lip, swiping away foam left from the beer. Your breath hitches, and you stop moving. Heeseung's hand leaves your cheek, before walking away, leaving you with a beating heart. 

Your body is swaying to the music coming from the speaker Sunghoon brought from home. The Broom you are holding gets heavier, the alcohol making your body weaker every minute. You don’t really remember how much you drank. Was it two glasses? Maybe Three? You don’t really care. All the staff members working this shift seem to be having a great time. Jay and Sunghoon were singing their brains out while putting up chairs on the tables, and Jake leaned towards the wall, holding his drink while laughing at his friends. You try to look around for Heeseung, but you can’t see him anywhere. 

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you look back to see Heeseung looming over you. Why does he always sneak up on me like this? 

He looks at you with an innocent smile, pointing back at delivery boxes filled with vegetables and meat. “It seems like the food supplies are here, do you mind helping me load the boxes into the storage room?”  He says. The storage room? Omg the storage room! That’s where the hook-ups that Sunoo talked about happen! You look at him trying to calm yourself, hoping he didn’t notice your body reaction to the word ‘storage room’. You look at him, confident enough to talk back without stuttering. “It seems like I am done cleaning the floor, so I can help you” 

He looks down on you, grabs the broom from your hand and leans it against the nearest wall. “Well come on then”. He says, picking up two boxes, and walks away, signaling you to follow him. You do so, lifting a heavy box with vegetables in the process. 

The storage room is in the far back of the restaurant, and it’s now when it finally hits you that you two are completely alone. Even the others were too far away for you to hear, and only the music from the speaker was the sound reaching your eardrums. Trying to do your best, you turn around towards the shelves, stacking up cucumbers and carrots. 

While opening up the second bag a hand suddenly leans on the shelf in front of you. You already know who it was, but decide to look back anyway, thinking he needs to stack up this shelf as well. Heeseung is looking down on you, his other hand resting in his pocket before bringing it up and grabbing your chin - making you look up at him. You could smell the alcohol from his lips, and you were super close, only a few inches keeping you apart. “W-what are you doing?” You say almost pathetic, as if you already don’t know the answer. 

Heeseung lets out a small laugh and bites his lips. “I think you know, not that you should be complaining” You look at him confused, before realizing what he might mean. He looks at you and sighs, leaning down right beside your ear and whisper sensually. “I think you want big, sexy, Heeseung to grab your tiny, little, fragile body and push it against the hard wall of the storage room and manhandle you with his big, manly, hands and stroooong arms. Or isn’t that what Sunoo said?” You look back at him trying to object before feeling his hand leave your chin and meet your lower back, pushing you towards the shelves, making you drop the bag of cucumbers on the floor. He pushes his leg between yours, rubbing it against your core to tease you. 

You try not to let out a moan, bringing up your hand in front of your mouth to muffle the sound. “Don’t think you can hide those sweet sounds from me princess” Heeseung says and grabs both of your wrists and puts them above your head. His other hand is now playing with the hem of your shirt, slightly brushing against the side of your stomach. Too drunk by his touch, the only thing leaving your lips are your heavy breaths. Heeseung grabs your waist and pushes you harder down against his leg, making you grind on him. The sudden friction is making you moan, and you tilt your head back to lean on his shoulder. His hand now leaves your waist and unbutton your shorts, sliding his hand over your panties. 

A smirk forms on his lips when he can feel how soaked you are, and only from using his leg. He lightly touches your core with the tip of his fingers, making you let out a small hiss. Getting inpatient, he turns your body around making you face him and he let goes of your wrists. He grabs your shorts harshly, pulling them down with your panties in one go. You gasp by the sudden movement while Heeseung crouches down so he is eye-level with your core.

While licking his lips, he puts his finger between your folds. “Aww, baby, you are completely soaked already!” He says amused, trying to hold himself back so he doesn’t tear you apart then and there. Not wanting to wait anymore, you let out a small groan. “I know, I know, baby. Heeseungie is going to take care of you ok? Do you want that?” He says and looks up at you while rolling his head to the side, his fingers still lightly touching your folds. You desperately shake your head and down. To your surprise, he stands up and grabs your chin. “Use your words baby, only good girls get what they want.” You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would spare you from the embarrassment. 

He suddenly slaps you hard against your check, making your gasp. “I said use your words y/n” he says, his soft voice not matching his hard demeanor. He grabs your chin harshly. “Hee, please, I really want you” He looks at you and shakes his head. “I’m not sure I understand, what do you want me to do baby?” 

You can’t take it anymore. Your whole body is aching for his touch, and the only thing you want right now is Heeseungs cock buried deep inside of you. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. “I want you to fuck me”

Heeseung wraps his hand harshly around the back of your neck, and pushes your head towards his, passionately kissing you. His tongue slides in your mouth while you feel his hand massaging your clit. You leave his lips, letting out a moan by the feeling of his rough hand pleasuring you. He takes off your shirt, not sparing a single second before unclipping your bra. He starts licking your nipple while his hand starts massaging the other. Cum is dripping down your leg and he kisses you down your stomach down your thigh. He drags his tongue against your leg to taste your cum, from your inner thigh up to your core, pushing his nose up to smell you. “Mm, baby, you smell so sweet”. 

You feel his tongue circling your clit, making your head fall back towards the hard shelf behind you. Your hands grab his soft hair, a feeling Heeseung can’t get enough of, he loves how good he makes you feel, and how weak you are for his touch. Wanting to bring it one step further, Heeseung pushes his tongue inside your soaked pussy, making sure to push it as far in as possible. His hands grab your thighs harshly for support, and you roll your eyes back at the feeling. You know his harsh touch is going to leave bruises tomorrow. Heeseung speeds up his pace, using his nose to touch your clit while his tongue is deep inside of you. You begin to feel a clump in your stomach, and by the way you are pulling Heeseungs hair he knows you are close.

But then, he stops. You look down on him, disappointed and confused. “Why did you stop? I was so clo-“, before you can finish your sentence, Heeseung stands up and turns your body around. He leans down towards your ear “Don’t think we are stopping yet”. His nose brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath to take in your sweet vanilla scent, before sucking your neck - making sure to leave a bruise. You tilt your head back, feeling both pain and pleasure from his actions. 

He then stops, unbuckles his belt, and pulls down his pants, and that’s when you feel it.

You feel how his cock teases your wet fold and he is big, really big. At least 9 inches, if not more. Not wanting to wait anymore, You need to feel him inside of you,  you whine “Just fuck me already!”. He slaps your ass, leaving a red mark and making you shut up. “Eager now are we? Don’t forget who is in charge here”

Before you can talk back you feel his cook slowly entering your hole, making you let out a moan. His hands meet your waist, pulling you in on his cook deeper. He is so big that it is actually difficult to take all of him, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you begin to bleed because of his size. He is stretching you out completely. “Common princess you can do it”. He says between heavy breaths, encouraging you to take his length completely. “Oh god, you are so tight” He says, pushing the last part of his cock into your pussy. 

He waits a few seconds, so you can adjust his big size, before beginning to slowly slide his entire cock out of you. You look back at him, “Why did you take it ou-“ you say, before he harshly slams it back fast and deep into you. Your body slams on the shelves and you moan from the pain. You are not sure anymore if it is blood or cum sliding down your leg, but you don't care. The only thing you care about is the man behind you, pushing his deep length inside of you. Using you, for his pleasure, like his personal fuck toy. 

Heeseung grabs the front of your neck while he fucks Into your tight little pussy, tilting your head back so he can take over your mouth, and your tits are bouncing with his thrusts. He then stops kissing you, still holding your neck almost shocking you till your light headed. You From the feeling of his large cock ramming into you to his hand on your neck is almost too much for you to handle, and you begin to see black spots forming in front of your eyes as if you are going to pass out from pleasure. “Aww are you about to cum? Do you think Heeseungie should let you cum?” He teases you, not slowing down one bit. 

“Please Hee, please let me cum” You say desperately, trying to hold in your orgasm before Heeseung lets you cum. He fastens his pace and the before steady thrusts turns into sloppy, and you know he is about to cum soon as well. “You want me to fill you up with my cum baby, be my little cum slut?” Sweat is running down his back, and his hand leaves your neck and he instead grabs your waist to deepen his thrusts. 

It’s not long before you both cum, his filling you up and leaking out of you when he pulls out his length. You are breathing heavily, and you feel too weak to stand on your feet. You lean back on Heeseung, your whole body aching because of him, and he hugs you from behind, kissing your neck. You feel his naked sweaty chest on your back, you can’t believe how tal he is compared to you. 

“How much did you actually hear from mine and Sunoos' conversation?” You ask, breaking the silence, while turning around still leaning on his chest. He lets out a slight chuckle, one of his hands holding your waist, helping you stand, and the other grabs your shin. His thumb sliding across your bottom lip, playing with it, wanting to slide it into your mouth. 

“Oh, Sweetheart.” He says and looks at you with a massive smirk, his hand never leaving your soft cheek.

“I heard everything” 

The moment you slam your front door you pick up your phone from your pocket to call Sunoo. “Sunoo, you have NO idea what happened at the shift today”