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lushta1es0nm3 · 1 year ago

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Victon:

When you knew you shouldn’t have started teasing

So I started emptying out my stash. Better late than never, I was going to wait but considering the situations, I said fuck it, post that shit and try not to regret anything.

Not gonna talk about the fact that I been hiding and dealing with life for the past couple months

You knew you should've stopped earlier when he told you to, but you didn’t. You pushed your luck and provoked the man, now, here you were face down ass up, in his studio room, getting fucked stupid. There was no escaping, he had your arms pinned behind your back. You shouldn’t have thought it was a good idea to twerk on him when he said he was busy. You thought it was okay to play, pushing your soft ass on this man, knowing he hadn’t touched you in a minute.

“You’re so cute when you try to run like that, next time you won’t try this.”

“Fuck babe, I love it when you make that face.”

Next time you’ll think twice about teasing him in front of the other members. The whole time you were teasing he was only smiling at you, the look in his eyes told you to quit while you’re ahead. But no, you didn’t. Now here you were riding his dick, while he sat in a chair holding you by your hips making you go faster while he watched your face frown up trying not to cum too fast. A smirk on his face the whole time, said a thousand words.

This was fun and games up until a few moments ago, you took it upon yourself to indulge in this game of cat and mouse with Chan. You knew you shouldn’t have kept running and playing after you had accidentally fallen on top of him, your boobs almost came out of your shirt. He said he wanted to quit. But no, you looked back at him with those beautiful eyes, smirked and threw him a wink, before taking off.

Now he had you in a hidden room of the company, up against a wall, with one hand over your mouth to keep you from being too loud and the other on your hip. His grip was tight as he pounded away, his hot breath fanning your ear and neck.

“What’s the matter babe, cat got your tongue?”

“That’s right babe take it, I know you can.”

His words were followed by the sound of your ass getting smacked filled the room. His grip on your hips was tight as he pummeled you from the back, while you struggled to keep quiet.

How did you end up here? You thought it’d be alright to wear a dress with nothing underneath, just to get back at this man for playing a prank on you. Good thing he saw you before anyone else, he wasted no time grabbing you and pulling into the nearest empty room. He wanted to question you but a light bulb went off in his head, so he did what he had to do and that would be how you ended up here. After much protesting you gave up but now, here you were with tears of pleasure running down your face as he broke your back in and smacked your ass.

How the fuck did you end up with this man on top of you, eating at your neck, his lip piercing grazing your skin, while he took his sweet time fucking your lights out? Oh, that’s right, you thought it was a good idea to lick his tattoos after he told you to stop multiple times. You just wanted to taste them, to see if they were as sweet as he is. But that led to you being laid across the couch spread wide open. He was fucking you painfully slow, hard and deep.

“Babe, say the magic word and I’ll let you come.” He laughed at you, who’s eyes were closed tight. He knew how you liked it and he was doing a very good job mocking you.

You let out a whimper when the tall man had finally let you breathe from the kiss that he was giving you. He had you on top of a table, with one leg on his shoulder, while he railed you into oblivion. It started off innocent and sweet but you fucked up when you thought it’d be okay to try and lay marks on this mans neck. After he told you he had a shoot coming up, given that that part of his neck is sensitive to your touch.

“Show me how much you can take, I wanna see you cum.”

“Ssssshhh, it’ll be over soon, take it for me baby…….. just a little more”

The tv was flickering, a movie playing on it while you lay on your side, he was behind you, dicking you down. You thought all you’d be doing is watching a movie and cuddling. But no, the position was compromised when you fucked up and backed that ass up on him. He was already yearning for you when he saw you in those shorts and his shirt. The ones that were currently down passed your knees.

You should’ve known better, but by then it was too late and too much. With one hand on your hip and the other around your neck. Subin was flush against your back. You bit your bottom lip, he was going balls deep, hitting the mark every time, but he was struggling to hold you in place, because you were running. And you were struggling to be quiet considering the other members were in their rooms asleep and you didn’t want to get caught.

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chanis-banani · 2 years ago

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Reply - Part 1

Inspired by: [Han Seungwoo] 'Reply' - M Countdown

Note: Today is the 3rd anniversary of Seungwoo's solo debut and it would be an understatement to say this album changed my life. I just had to write something for it, I couldn't contain myself...

Note 2: stop calling me a seungwoo simp

Synopsis: after a week of contemplation, Seungwoo finally brings up the courage to send you a message. As he waits anxiously for you to reply, all he can do to kill the time is reminisce about the first time met you.

Genre: fluff and very slight angst maybe? Let's just say it's the wholesome start of a slow burn romance

Pairing: Seungwoo x gn reader

Word Count: 3,4k

Contains: some swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes (but no actual drinking or smoking)

Tic, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick-

With a frustrated grunt, Seungwoo yanks the batteries from the clock and tosses them onto the cabinet. When he tries to hang the clock back on the wall, he struggles to get the little hook on the nail. It only takes two failed attempts for him to be fed up with the stupid thing and he angrily dumps it on top of the furniture. The clock lands next to the batteries, one of which tumbles off the edge and rolls under the cabinet. Seungwoo watches as it disappears from his vision and he scoffs. Piece of shit.

He takes his phone from his pocket and checks his messages. Even though he has the volume of his notifications turned all the way up, he can’t stop himself compulsively checking his phone. There is always a slight chance the sound just didn’t come through, right? Maybe you messaged him and his phone is just lagging. He can’t risk missing anything. But despite his hopeful delusion, there is still nothing.

First he puts his phone back in his pocket, but he immediately changes his mind and places it on the dinner table instead, making sure the screen faces up so he can see everything that comes in. A deep sigh escapes him as he stares at his phone for a while. He is too restless to bring himself to sit down. All he can do is stand there and pace around the room. Once again, he sighs and goes into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water. When he returns to the dinner table, he sets the glass on one of the coasters to check his notifications again.

It had only been about a week since he met you, but it felt like more like a month. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you smiled and the way you talked… The way you made those snarky comments at him when he approached you. It hadn’t been the most fairytale-like encounter. And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried.

With another sigh, Seungwoo puts his phone on the table again and he leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, hear your voice again, and observe that little twinkle in your eyes when you talked to him.

It was impossible for him to forget how stunning you looked last Saturday. Your clothes were very neat and complimented your body well, which contrasted with your slightly messy hair. This contradiction intrigued him. He needed to get to know you better, wanted to explore what other interesting contrasts he might encounter. Perhaps it was specifically the difference between you and him that captivated him the most. You were exhilarating to him.

Seungwoo jumps up when his phone suddenly rings and he answers it without hesitation. “Hello?” he says, voice shaking a little bit. “Hyung!”, he hears from the other side of the line, “Did-” Without letting Sejun finish his sentence, Seungwoo hangs up on him. Idiot. How could he have been so stupid to call right now? He knew that Seungwoo was waiting for your call. What if you had finally reached out right when Sejun was hogging the line?!

Seungwoo sits back down and rests his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands with a desperate little cry. “What am I doing…” he murmurs into his hands. All he wants is to hear your voice again. He keeps reminiscing about the evening he met you.��

That evening, he entered the venue with Sejun at 8 pm. Seungwoo offered to get drinks for both of them, so he made his way through the crowd, towards the bar on the other side of the large space. While he waited for the bartender to fix his drinks, he felt someone bump into him. It’s when he turned around to look, that he laid his eyes on you for the very first time.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, officially marking that as the first word that was ever exchanged between the two of you. “That’s okay,” he replied with a smile, “It’s pretty crowded here, so accidents can happen.” Seungwoo had to try his best not to smile too widely at you. Right away he found you incredibly attractive. Your voice sounded lovely. He wanted to hear it again.

“I like your tattoo,” you said, and Seungwoo could swear that his heart made a little jump in his chest. He was wearing his shirt with its sleeves rolled up, so the colorful tattoo on his arm was clearly exposed. You had been observing him just as closely as he had observed you and this notion gave him goosebumps.

“Thank you! I have a few more.” Was it weird for him to say this? He immediately felt embarrassed and at the same time he wished he had worn his shirt just a little more unbuttoned so the tattoo on his chest could have been exposed to you. Luckily, you smiled at him, so he probably hadn’t weirded you out too much.

He wondered what to tell you next, trying his best to think of something to keep your attention. But his brain wasn’t working properly anymore. All he could think about was how intrigued he was by you. He involuntarily tried to imagine what kind of person you were and what kind of things you would like. And before he got the chance to open his mouth again, his drinks were ready and Sejun called him impatiently from across the room.

Every person who tried to speak to Seungwoo that evening was in for a disappointment. When they tried to approach him, there was a chance he didn’t even notice them at all. Even when he tried to engage in a conversation, he couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting back to your figure.

At one point during the evening, he had lost sight of you. His eyes looked for you anxiously, but you were nowhere to be seen. He panicked. There was no way he could possibly let you go like that. He started to move through the crowd, pressing himself through the clusters of people.

At least fifteen minutes were spent searching for you, until he found you outside, away from the crowd, with your phone up to your ear. You ended the conversation just when Seungwoo stepped through the venue door, into the fresh air. He needed to know who you had been calling with. What if you already had a partner? The thought alone was enough to make him nauseous.

He stood there for a while, unsure of what to do next. Your mind was clearly elsewhere since you hadn’t noticed him yet. With his head tilted slightly in curiosity, he observed how you stared absentmindedly into the distance while playing with your phone. But the silent moment of appreciation was ruined when Seungwoo suddenly had to sneeze. You looked his way and he looked at you, completely terrified. Thank god it was dark outside so you weren’t able to see his expression very clearly.

Fuck, now things became weird. He had to act quickly, otherwise you would think he was some kind of weirdo. Even if there might have been some truth to that, he obviously didn’t want you to feel that way about him.

Before he could even make up his mind on what he could possibly do to make this situation seem normal, you opened your mouth and spoke to him with a snarky, yet enchanting tone. “You should wear a jacket if you’re going to be outside,” you said. God, maybe he was in love.

“Oh? Uhh, yeah,” he replied awkwardly. Nice, Seungwoo. Real smooth. This was definitely the way to win somebody’s heart. “I’m uhh- It’s not that cold?” God with every word he uttered, he just managed to mess up even more.

You snickered at him and looked at your phone again. Somehow this made Seungwoo feel at ease. You didn’t seem uncomfortable about him. Even if he made an absolute fool of himself just now, it seemed like you didn’t really mind having him around. He straightened his clothes a bit and ruffled his fingers through his hair while you didn’t look. Then he cleared his throat and took a careful step in your direction.

“Actually,” he began somewhat more confidently now, “I could use a little breeze. It’s quite stuffy in there.” Without looking up, you just replied with a little “Mhmm.” While doing his best to hide his timidness, he took another step in your direction and said “Is it okay if I sit here? I could also find someplace else, if you-” “Oh, sure, it’s fine!”

He blinked a few times when you interrupted him with such a sweet tone. You had put your phone away completely and looked straight at him. The eye contact made him feel like his blood was rushing through his veins at twice its regular speed. The dizziness that ensued made him feel almost relieved, because it meant he wasn’t really lying to you anymore. At this point, he really could use some fresh air.

He sat down next to you on the curb, making sure to keep a good 6 ft distance between the two of you so as to not make you uncomfortable. You were still looking at him with those eyes and it nearly drove him insane. “So, do you smoke?” you asked him. He shook his head, and you grinned. “Me neither.”

The conversation went silent. For a minute, all you and Seungwoo could hear was the sound of passing cars in the distance and the buzzing voices of the people inside. He wondered why you would ask him such a question if you didn’t smoke either. Could it be that you were lying? Did he just fail a test? What if you didn’t want to date anyone who didn’t smoke? He felt nauseous again.

The breeze really was quite cold and Seungwoo’s blouse didn’t do much to protect him from it. The tip of his nose and his ears became red and he shivered, but it didn’t matter to him. In fact, he was barely aware of the cold at all. Being so near to you made him feel almost feverish inside. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his cheeks felt hot. Even if he had lost almost all feeling in his fingers, the rest of his body was simply buzzing with life.

His breath created a tiny cloud in the air, drawing your attention to his shivering figure. “You’re cold!” you laughed at him. Your breath formed a little cloud as well and Seungwoo watched how the little clouds drifted in the same direction for a second, until he snapped back to reality. “I’m really not that cold,” he sputtered, “I just tend to shiver when I’m feeling dizzy.”

“So you’re still feeling dizzy?” you asked. Your voice didn’t sound exactly concerned, but not like you were mocking him either. Seungwoo couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He sure was dizzy now, slowly going crazy from the way your eyes were scanning him. There was something about your look that gave him the feeling this was more than a casual conversation. It felt like he was being inspected, your eyes studying every detail of him and your mind interpreting what you saw. He could tell you were on your guard around him. Not in a defensive way, but much like a researcher would be on their guard around the subject they’re researching. As if he were some kind of experiment and you were waiting to see what he might do next.

“I bet you would feel less dizzy if you wore a jacket,” you continued with a little grin. Seungwoo observed you closely, noticing something like a little twinkle in your eyes. He wondered if you always had that twinkle when you talked to people.

“I was too dizzy to grab my jacket,” he replied with a little scoff, “I just wanted to go outside quickly. And you should know that I’m already beginning to feel better.” He fully expected you to say it was nice that he felt better, but you just scoffed right back at him: “Pfft, if you say so…”

Before he could come to his defense again - even though you were completely right - you already bombarded him with the next question: “So who do you know at this party?” “Oh, I just know Sejun,” Seungwoo replied, “Sejun and I are close, so when he got invited to this party, he asked me to join him.”

“Ahh, I’m here because of Sejun too! We aren’t close at all though. He just invited my friend and told her she could bring more people. So really, I don’t even know Sejun at all."

"I see. The party must be quite boring for you then, if you only know your friend. Is that why you'd rather sit here and call your boyfriend?" The words had left Seungwoo's mouth before he fully realized what he was saying. And now that he said it, he wished he would never be able to speak again.

You raised an eyebrow at him and turned your body a little to face him better. Seungwoo's heart was beating like crazy in his chest. It felt like minutes of silence were passing by while he anxiously awaited your response. He knew he fucked up.

“You are so obvious,” you said eventually. Your voice was low and almost a little threatening. Seungwoo gulped. “We met like seconds ago and you’re already trying to figure out whether I have a partner or not.” For a second it was silent again. ‘Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it,’ Seungwoo thought to himself, trying to suppress the impulse. But he couldn’t possibly contain himself. He just had to know, so he asked: “Well do you?”

He felt like he was about to faint.

Clearly you were a little perplexed by his bluntness, but that didn’t stop you from responding immediately with “That is none of your business. Besides, I don’t find this party boring at all.” You showed him a little smile, but Seungwoo couldn’t make out whether you genuinely enjoyed this moment with him or not. He had to find a distraction, quickly. He needed to come up with something interesting before you felt scared off. This conversation was getting worse by the second and he knew that he only had one last chance to save it.

“I don’t think this party is boring either, now that I found someone so interesting to talk to,” he said. And he regretted it immediately. This was the nail in the coffin. It was over. He could nearly feel his heart breaking in his chest. But to his surprise, you laughed.

“You’re a little pathetic, aren’t you?” you asked him. The tone of your voice was playful and warm. Even though what you said was quite sour, the sweetness with which you said it was like music to his ears.

“You say it’s pathetic, but I would call it being an open book. Pretending I don’t like you won’t get me anywhere.”

You analyzed him for a second, your gaze feeling almost like some kind of interrogation to him. “Perhaps,” you replied, “but it would benefit you to be a little more subtle about it.”

Seungwoo wondered what it would be like to kiss you. He tried to distract himself, tried to think of something to say again, but the two of you were suddenly interrupted by a voice: “You’re still here? Come on, we have work tomorrow, we should go home!” Seungwoo turned around to see who was calling you, but the person had already gone back inside again. When he turned back to you, you already stood up from the curb and brushed off your clothes. “Well,” you said, “that was my friend. You heard them. It’s time for me to leave.”

He clumsily stood up as well and by the time he got on his feet, you had already made your way over to the door to go back inside the venue. His heart nearly dropped upon the sight of your departure, but to his delight, you turned around to him and he got to hear your beautiful voice one more time.

“Since you seem so desperate to know about this; no, I do not have a partner. Goodnight.” And with that, you disappeared from his sight.

Seungwoo stood there for several minutes, out in the cold, completely dazed. He had managed to blow every single aspect of this encounter and yet, you almost seemed to be into it. Even when thinking about it now, he can feel the ache in his heart again. He never even got to learn your name.

After you left the party and the absurdity of the conversation slowly sinked in, the first thing Seungwoo did was search for Sejun. He needed to have your number immediately. After struggling to explain who he was talking about, he finally managed to get Sejun to ask your friend for your number. The next day, Seungwoo received a text from Sejun which included your contact information. Since neither of them knew your name, and it didn’t occur to Sejun to ask your friend about it, Seungwoo simply saved you in his contacts as ‘sour candy’. He figured it was a suitable nickname for now.

It took him ages to figure out what he should send. He spent days writing, deleting and rewriting drafts in the notes app on his phone, in a hopeless attempt to create the most perfect message known to mankind. And after days of contemplating, he finally found the courage to send this work of art to you earlier this morning.

Now all you have to do is reply.

Seungwoo stands up from his chair and walks over to the cabinet to grab the battery that rolled underneath it earlier. While feeling around for the battery, he feels something else and pulls it from under the furniture. He holds it in front of him and twists the object between his fingers while observing it closely. Between his fingers, he is holding two little magnets, stuck tightly together.

Just when he’s wondering when and how those magnets ended up there, he is startled by the loud ringtone of his phone, coming from the dinner table. This time, he doesn’t rush to pick it up. Instead, he walks over to the table rather slowly and he first looks at who's calling him. His knees just about turn to mush when he sees ‘sour candy’ displayed on his screen. Quickly, he sits down, takes a deep breath and answers the phone.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. You’re that guy from the party last Saturday? With the nice tattoo? You messaged me?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Seungwoo’s hands are trembling. He can’t believe it. He is finally talking to you again. While holding the phone to his ear with his right hand, he still has the two little magnets between the fingers of his left hand, fidgeting with them nervously. The other side of the line is silent for a little moment, before he gets to hear your lovely voice again:

“We can go to a cafe. Tomorrow.”

Internally, Seungwoo is screaming.

“Yeah-... I would love that! At what time should we meet?”

“1 pm, the cafe you messaged me about. And it’s not a date. See you tomorrow.”

Before he gets the chance to say goodbye and I love you, you already hang up on him. He is fully aware you told him it wouldn’t be a date, but he isn’t even remotely bothered by it. The excitement rushing through his body is enough to distract him for now. Just because this won’t be a date according to you, doesn’t mean he can’t take you on a real date in the future.

Seungwoo observes the small magnets in his left hand again and feels the urge to press a little kiss on them. After taking a brief moment to calm himself down, he runs to his closet to gather an outfit for tomorrow. This too, happens with lots of contemplation in order to present himself in the best possible way. When he’s finally satisfied, he places the clothes on a chair and slips the little magnets in one of the pockets. For good luck.

To be continued...

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fluffytsukino1009 · 2 years ago

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Well... Hi

Not gonna lie, I lost all interest in writing after everything that had happen to A.C.E, ONEUS and VICTON. Also my job is just getting heavier and heavier, so my time is pretty reduced right now.

Luckily A.C.E is almost full back and ONEUS still going but my dudes... VICTON

Been thinking to just emigrate to write about solo SeungWoo (Bless him for be still standing amid this mess), and let VICTON go. May aswell let ATEEZ go because I don't think I can work 8 full scenarios with this time, and my idea of adding NCT127 is pretty much dead now.

But I don't know. If there's any better idea, I'll be glad to hear it.

Anyway, happy halloween and a very pleasent día de los muertos to everyone still reading me.

See you soon.

#kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #victon reactions #oneus reactions #a.c.e #victon #oneus #ateez #im back #oopsie #hello and goodbye #victon seungwoo #han seungwoo

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seungs1ks · 3 years ago

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hii can u do dom seungwoo x sub fem reader and can u do teacher x student? only if ure comfortable if not anything would do hehe thank uu <3

hello!! i'm so sorry this took forever, i was a little busy but here it is! thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3

teacher's pet. (h.s.w.)

{SMUT. 18+}

pairing: han seungwoo x fem!reader

warnings: dom x sub dynamics, swearing, unprotected sex (with pulling out), slight degradation, orgasm denial, slight dacryphilia, teacher x student

word count: 2.1k

You nervously fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you waited outside Professor Han’s office. You knew why he’d called you to his office, but that didn’t make you any less nervous about it. For the fourth time that week, your teacher had caught you zoning out in class -- he’d call on you to answer something, only to receive silence as a reply, until he was forced to say your name at a louder volume in order to finally get your attention. The disappointed look on his face made your cheeks hot, but Professor Han still looked so handsome.

Click. Startled, you were snapped out of your thoughts, and you turned to see the door was now ajar. You stood up, hesitant, because you didn’t see anybody.

“Come in,” Professor Han’s voice, firm yet honey-like, floated through the air through the door and into the hallway.

You took a deep breath and stepped into his office to see him standing at his desk, leaning against it with his arms crossed. His glasses were perched precariously on his nose, and he was wearing one of his many dark-toned plaid blazers. Underneath it, you could see he’d unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white dress shirt. His black leather belt had a simple yet eye-catching design on the silver buckle that beckoned your eyes to focus on something you probably shouldn’t have. You tried not to show how your gaze travelled down his long, lanky legs to his deep brown shoes.

“How are you doing?” Professor Han asked. He was looking at you intently. His dark hair, parted in the middle, fell perfectly over his face.

“Um, alright,” you answered softly, hands behind your back fidgeting with nerves.

He cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head. “Are you sure? You seem like you have a lot on your mind this week. Like you’re distracted.”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” you said, bowing your head a little. “I think I’ve just been finding it hard to focus in class, but I’ll do better from now on.”

Your teacher’s gaze softened. “Is there anything I can help with? You don’t have to, but you can tell me if there’s anything I can do,” he said as he walked over to an armchair, taking off his blazer as he did so. As he shed the piece of outerwear your eyes widened as you noticed his suspenders, making the white dress shirt cling to his body and highlighting the man’s lean yet muscular physique.

Fuck. Your breath must have audibly hitched in your throat, because Professor Han was looking at you funny. He had a small smirk on his face. You wanted to run out of the office and all the way back to your dorm.

“Something the matter?” Professor Han set his blazer down across the chair.

“N…no,” you quickly stuttered. You were frozen, your eyes locked onto his body.

“You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head.

Professor Han took virtually three strides to appear right in front of you. His puppy eyes seemed to study your expression. You stared right back at him, unable to turn away, knowing you looked like a helpless baby deer.

What he said next almost made your knees buckle. “Poor little girl, so out of it,” your teacher half-mumbled, half-sighed. “What’s making it hard for you to focus in my class, hm?” He took off his glasses and folded them, tucking them into his shirt. Leaning down so you were at eye level with him, Professor Han held you in a gaze that sent shivers through your body. “You can tell me, little one.”

You gulped. His face had never been this close to yours before. He was probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen, and would ever see in your life. “It’s you,” you blurted out, your voice breathy in a way you didn’t recognize.

He bit his bottom lip and smiled, like he’d been expecting that answer all along. “Me?”

“Y-you’re very distracting,” you admitted, giving up on trying to censor your feelings. “I’m distracted because I keep thinking about you.”

“What about me?”

“Um…stuff that’s a little, uh, naughty, I guess,” you babbled, heat quickly rising up your cheeks.

Professor Han chuckled, shaking his head. This is it, you thought. I’m going to be expelled.

Instead of scolding you or shaming you like you thought, he smiled and offered you his hand. You just looked at it, unsure of what to do or how to react.

He laughed. “I won’t bite you.” With a shaky breath, you put your hand in his. His skin was soft and smooth. Professor Han led you to his desk, where he backed you up against it -- you gasped when you felt the hard edge of it hit your lower back. “Unless you want me to,” he whispered into your ear. You almost let out a whimper, but you were rendered speechless in shock by your professor’s large hands gripping your waist. “Jump,” he commanded, and without thinking you did as he said, and he helped lift you onto his desk.

Professor Han stood between your spread legs, which instinctively wrapped around his waist. He hummed in approval before kissing you harshly, and your eyes fluttered upon feeling his lips on yours, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and making you dizzy.

One of his hands made its way to the back of your head and he yanked it back with a sharp tug on your hair, breaking the kiss and making you yelp. Your professor sucked on and nipped at your neck and your body was on fire.

“Should’ve known you were a naughty girl,” he growled against your purpling skin. “Always wearing short little skirts like these,” he balled the fabric of your skirt in his fist. “You do this on purpose, don’t you? Hoping I’d see? Hoping I’d lift it up and fuck you without even taking it off?”

You could only whine and whimper in response. You knew you were probably embarrassingly wet by now -- the legs around his waist pulled him closer to you in search of any friction to soothe the ache between them.

Professor Han smacked your inner thigh, making you cry out. “Asked you a question, pet. Yes or no, you’re wearing these skirts on purpose for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, scooting yourself closer to the edge of the desk, desperate to feel him, any part of him, against your clothed core. “Yes, yes, it’s all for you.”

He generously attended to your attempts to get closer, reaching down to grab your ass and pull you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was behind his slacks. You moaned at the feeling of him rubbing against you, your thin underwear soaked through.

“Feel that, kitten?” Your professor groaned into your ear. “Think about it filling you up, m’gonna stuff it all into your sweet little cunt.”

You practically sobbed at his filthy words. “Please, fuck, please, Seungwoo…” you mewled.

Your professor’s eyes flashed with something animalistic. He reached in between your legs, slapped your thigh again and ripped off your underwear, tossing the ruined fabric somewhere in the far corner of his office. “Did I say you could use my name? Who gave you permission to do that?” He glanced down at your exposed pussy, glistening and swollen with need. Then he looked at the wet spot it had left on his pants. “Look at this fucking mess,” Seungwoo muttered, his voice low.

“I’m s…sorry, sir, I’m so sorry.” You were shaking like a leaf. You just wanted him inside you. Seungwoo’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Hm. That’s better,” he hummed in thought. He unbuckled his belt and you almost started drooling. You reached out to help him take it off but he swatted your hands away. “Needy little pet,” Seungwoo tutted at you, torturing you by taking off his belt at a painfully slow speed. “Maybe I should fuck the impatience out of you every day after class,” he mused. “Or in front of all your classmates? You’d like that, hm? For everyone to see how much of a whore you are for me?” He finally unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his briefs, until his mid-thigh. His hard cock bobbed in front of you, angry and leaking at the tip.

“Yes, please, sir,” you rasped. “Want you to use me in front of everyone, please sir.”

Seungwoo groaned, one hand wrapped around his cock and pumping a few times. “That’s a good girl,” he praised you. His other hand cradled your face as he lined himself up at your entrance. He locked eyes with you, and his eyes were dark and hypnotic. His thumb brushed across your lips that were tender from how rough he’d kissed you. “Open,” he ordered, teasing your slick folds with the head of his cock.

You obeyed and opened your mouth. He slid his thumb in, and at the same time pushed his cock into you. Seungwoo hissed at the feeling of you being so tight around him. Your eyes rolled back at how much he stretched and filled you. Moaning around his thumb, you wiggled your hips, already desperate for him to move. His free hand went up your untucked blouse and squeezed one of your breasts hard. “Don’t think about moving around, kitten,” he warned. “And don’t cum until I give you permission,” he added before he began to rut into you.

It was already almost too much to handle. The way Seungwoo mercilessly pounded into you had you lightheaded -- high-pitched whines were leaving you as you bit down on his thumb. “Yesssss,” your professor groaned, his head thrown back. “Fucking. Take. It,” he punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips, powerful enough to make your entire body move further up the table. You writhed and squirmed. You’d never been fucked so good in your life.

“Sir,” you cried when Seungwoo took his thumb out your mouth and brought that hand down to rub your clit with his long, slender fingers. “Sir, pl-- I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, staring at how his fingers played you like a piano, and transfixed by his pretty cock disappearing in and out of you. Seungwoo shook his head, panting as he fucked you. He moved one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle making you all but scream.

“Not until you have my permission,” he grunted, pummeling into you, both of his arms wrapped around your leg, using it as leverage to fuck you so deep and so hard you swore you were fucking dreaming.

You keened when you heard that, finding it impossible to hold off your orgasm. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you begged your professor. “Sir, I can’t hold it, please sir,” you sobbed, starting to tremble. “Need to cum on your cock so bad, please, sir, please please please.”

Seungwoo smirked, looking downright devilish. “Don’t cry, pretty baby,” he cooed. “So cute when you beg,” he moaned, one giant hand moving to engulf your throat. “You wanna cum?” You nodded vigorously, hopelessly. He slapped your clit with his other hand, sending electricity jolting through your body. “Now,” he commanded, slapping it again, and you immediately came undone, your body arching off the desk, trembling. You couldn’t even make a sound; your mouth hung open, your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm seemed to last for minutes.

“Ugh, fuck, such a good girl,” you could barely hear Seungwoo praise you as your mind was swimming in pure bliss. “Gonna cum all over you, my pet,” he growled, rutting into you and chasing his own orgasm, the overstimulation making your tears flow down your cheeks as you whined like a pathetic injured animal.

With a long, husky groan, Seungwoo pulled out and shuddered as he emptied himself all over your inner thighs. You were still shaking and whimpering from the overstimulation. He held your face in both his hands and gently stroked your cheeks, hushing you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Look at me, pretty,” he whispered, and when you did, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. He pulled back and studied your expression. “Are you okay?”

You smiled weakly. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Professor Han.”

Seungwoo hummed. “Good,” he pulled his pants back on and got some tissues from a box on his desk. He started to clean you up as you continued to catch your breath. “Such a good girl,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you, as he admired the mess he made on you. “Will you stay after class tomorrow?”

“Yes sir,” you answered a little too quickly, making him chuckle.

“No more daydreaming or zoning out in my class, okay?” He eyed you sternly. “I want to see my little pet do well on the exam next week.”

“I promise, Professor.”

“That’s a good girl.”

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afterglowsw · 4 years ago

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your first night together, han seungwoo edition

summary: the title says pretty much it, but this is a quick sketch of how the first time sleeping with seungwoo would be like.

g: fluff, mature. requested!!

warnings/side notes: gender neutral reader x seungwoo. unprotected sex. established relationship. y'all seemed to like the chan headcanon i made before and requested me to do seungwoo's, so here I am! the nsfw part is under the cut, but you know how this is. if u have any suggestions for the warnings, you can always tell me. enjoy! ♡

I have to say that this wasn't premeditated, but you stayed at your place.

after working non-stop in his studio for hours he picked you from work and treated you to dinner with the only intention of spending some quality time by your side.

it wasn't anything too fancy since it was a Friday night and the only thing you both wanted was to finally go home, but you could tell that after not being able to see each other for almost a week, the only thing that mattered for him and for you —being the lovebirds you were— was to hold hands over the table with a smile on your face.

however and even when you had so much fun, the half an hour you spent with him wasn't enough so when he took you home you invited him to go inside.

he wasn't sure at first because he didn't knew if you were comfortable (it was past midnight after all), but after assuring him that you were okay, he agreed and got excited.

and I mean, like a kid in the Christmas morning.

everything was so new for him and actually getting to see the place you lived in was a huge step. for him, it meant that you trusted him enough to share your safe space, so he was ecstatic.

you weren't in the mood for a movie and he was drained from overworking himself again, so he offered you to cuddle instead.

while you were away to change your clothes you told him to feel himself home in your room and he kind of did, sitting on your bed with his hands awkwardly crossed over his lap.

you got out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks and a frown at seeing the teasing smile on his sharp features.

it wasn't like you hadn't seen each other naked or with barely any clothes on before, but he didn't said anything about your timidness, opting for pointing out the piece of fabric you were wearing at the time.

"is that my shirt from...?", "maybe?"

you got embarrassed even though he didn't looked annoyed nor mad, just a bit smug with endearment in his eyes.

just as he kept staring you couldn't help but ask.

"what?"

"it looks better on you, tho"

you scrunched your nose in a cute grin and punched him with a pillow. he hugged your hips, bringing you closer to his body as you two fell on the bed with laughs and loud complaints about each other's elbows and knees that collided when your bodies encountered the matress.

one of his hands was placed on your bare thigh and the other was on your nape, slowly caressing the baby hair in that area as you hid your face on his broad chest.

after a few minutes his breathing was slow but his heart was racing faster than ever, so you giggled and he scolded you in a playful voice before brushing it off and start a real conversation.

you talked about everything.

family, friends, work and life issues were shared in low whispers as your body melted against his and you two were happy, obviously appreciating the company and keeping each other warm.

if you were honest, you thought it was going to be awkward at some point but it wasn't, not in the slightest.

he made sure to be as respectful, funny and loving as ever and you couldn't feel more fortunate to have him in your life, as exaggerated as it might seem at such an ordinary moment of domestic life.

when the conversation ran out he let you rest, placing spontaneous kisses on top of your head.

you stayed in silence, cuddling peacefully with you curled up facing his big frame and his arm around your body.

but of course, he's a goofy guy.

he had to crack a joke or two to break the silence. he had to.

"you are crushing me now, you know?"

you gasped and pouted, a laugh stuck in your throat as you tried to roll away from him but he held you by the waist. amused giggles escaped through his lips and he buried his face in your shoulder, keeping you as close as he could.

"i'm just kidding, you can sleep like that if you want to"

"oh, you didn't said that"

he kissed the skin of your neck and cheek, smiling softly as he watched your eyelids slowly getting heavier and heavier.

and when you finally slept he just tightened his embrace, chuckling but trying not to wake you up in his task of tucking you both in the blankets.

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alternative ending here.

so now let's say that when he kissed your cheek and neck your hands twitched, thoroughly gripped on the fabric of his shirt.

you were pleasantly surprised and without even realizing you tilted your head to the side, withholding your bottom lip with your teeth to prevent you from making any noise.

seungwoo looked at you from his spot and smirked, the glint of mischief in his eyes seemingly promising.

in one swift movement he threw you on the bed, his body hoovering you as his hips pressed against yours to keep you steady.

he knew how much you liked his lips on your body, so he started to place gentle kisses behind your ears, jawline, collarbones and even shoulders when the loose fabric of his shirt fell from its place, getting rewarded by your deep whines.

it didn't took long for him to get you undressed and defenceless in his skilled hands, squirming when his long fingers touched and caressed the right places to prepare you for what was coming.

as time went by and his growing bulge was now pressed against you, you wrapped your legs around his thin waist and encouraged him to keep going, knowing all too well the limits of his patience.

he let out a high moan as your walls clenched around him, welcoming and warm and his thrusts started as a response to that, slow yet precise.

it definitely wasn't your first time together, but for some unknown reason it felt more intimate and the connection between you and him made you quickly stablish the perfect pace.

just as the air was charged with electricity, seungwoo's forehead was coated with sweat and his breath was heavy, the moans falling from his lips sounded heavenly in your ears.

soon the bubble of hot intensity in which you were immersed together bursted, you reached your peaks with your limbs intertwined and shaky exhales combined.

his hands abandoned its place beside your head when he fell at your side after pulling out, and even when he took some time to recover and catch his breath, he got out off bed to bring something to clean you both.

once he made sure that you were alright and comfortable he hugged you, immediately starting to giggle as the blush spread down his neck because of the proximity.

you cocked an eyebrow, brushing his sweaty hair with your fingers and kissing the bridge of his nose.

"we just had sex and you are blushing now?"

he nodded.

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yulight · 4 years ago

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Levels of Han Seungwoo

Idea came from seungmoomin and her Stray kids levels. so I thought I make one for Victon 💕 This work includes Hard Dom, Soft Dom, Switch, Soft Sub and Hard Sub Seungwoo.

All work is under the cut do to smut ♥

Hard Dom

Anger? was that the even correct emotions he was feeling? He was only gone for ten minutes to go pick up the food that was ordered, and now seeing you with your legs lay crossed Sejun’s lap as His hand laid gently on your thigh. The sound of your Giggle echoing off the wall of the dorm as you both talked about some nonsense topic. God he didn’t like it, not a second of it. He would walk into the living room dropping the food on the small table as he cleared his throat looking down at the both of you. “and what the fuck do you think you’re doing” You would look up at your boyfriend, eyes widen as you quickly removed your legs from Sejun lap as you sat up “I-I” Seungwoo eyes would narrow over at Sejun who awkwardly shifted himself into the corner of the couch “we will talk about this Later Sejun... Y/N now” Standing up you would lower you head as you walked behind Seungwoo, following him to his bedroom as he closed the door his long fingers wrapped around your hair pulling you closer to him as he looked at you, licking the corner of his mouth. “Looks like I’m gonna have to remind sejun who you belong too, Get on your knee baby”

Soft Dom

You wouldnt call it sex, you would call it making love, it was so pure and full of love whenever you and Seungwoo had sex, Seungwoo was always so gentle with you, like he feared one wrong move and you’ll shatter under him. his hips moved slow as he took his time occasionally he left trails of kisses on your neck as endless soft praises and i love yous leave his plush swollen lips. “you’re so beautiful, I love you” His large hands held your small frame, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. Pressing his forehead against yours as you interlocked your hands together, finding each other in a gentle kiss.

Switch

Sometimes it was a battle of who can stay on top he longest, however sometimes the determination and the view of you on top of him leaves Seungwoo in such a position to leave like that. The way your facial expressions change the way your small hands pin his wrist down as you rode him. it all just does something to him. “God you look so hot like this” he let out a small chocked moan as he spoke “Maybe i should let you ride me more often huh babe” he would smirk looking up at you you would roll your eyes knowing that in any second Seungwoo could flip you over, knowing his strength he and size compared to yours. he Wasn’t lying about letting you.

Soft Sub

laying on the couch as you read you book, you would let out a small breathe of air as your large boyfriend crashed himself on top of you, hiding his face into your neck whining softly as he took your book dropping it onto the floor. “I was reading that you know” Seungwoo let out a small groan as he looked up at you with a small pout. “well now you can stop ignoring meeee” Seungwoo groan softly as he shifted himself against you grinding down against your thigh “because I really need you right now” You would roll your eyes lightly as you ran your fingers though your boyfriends hair. “I don’t know babie, you haven’t been a good boy lately”

Hard Sub

You would sigh looking down at Seungwoo who knee down before you his head pointed down to the floor before him. he would gently bend down your index finger curling under his chin as you slowly raised his head to look up at you. “what am I gonna do with you Wooya sweetie, you can’t even follow one simple rule” Seungwoo flushed cheeks reddened as he bit down any comments he wanted to say. he knew you didn’t wanna hear any excuses nor apologizes, this wasn’t the first time you and Seungwoo been in this same predicament and honestly you both know it wouldn’t be the last. Seungwoo had the tendencies to get bratty whenever he was needy. he wanted the attention and would get it even if it meant breaking some rules.

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junquisite · 4 years ago

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Escapades

WORD COUNT : 2.1K

WARNING : Suggestive

GENRE : Con Artist AU

She was staring at the mirror, trying to tie her hair up in a decent style when a pair of hands creeped from behind around her waist and she felt lips brushing on her bare neck.

“This dress is too showy. I don't want him to touch you in this.” Seungwoo mumbled in her neck and she smiled at his reflection.

“Just one more day.” she whispered as his grip tightened on her waist and slid down slowly, lower with each passing second. She felt the brush of lips turning to kisses and she sighed.

“You can't leave a mark Seungwoo. We can't ruin everything today at this point.” Byul whispered and Seungwoo groaned but unwillingly pulled away. He stared at her back as she dressed up, saw her putting on the heavy necklace that old man gifted her and imagined the different ways he can have his way with her with her only wearing that necklace.

“What are you thinking of? Get your mind out of the gutter.” she said with a small smile playing on her lips which Seugnwoo returned slowly.

“How do you know what i was thinking of?” he asked as he went down on his knees to help her wear the new pair of heels she got with the expensive designer dress she was wearing, by none other than that old man who’ll have his hands around her soon. He decided he’ll make her keep the heels on too with the necklace.

“You just get this look on your face, I can tell it from far away.” Byul said as his hands slowly raised away from her ankle to her knees.

“You said no where where he can see right?” Seungwoo mumbled with his lips pressed against her thighs visible from the high slit of the dress till her mid thighs, his hands slowly creeping up and under the dress, dangerously close to where she wanted him badly.

“We need to go down.” she whispered and then gasped, her hand coming up to her lips to not let the sound pass as she felt him bite at her inner thighs. She heard him chuckle and looked down to see him peeking from in between her dress and whined as he went back in and she felt his lips trailed the inside of her thighs.

There was a knock on the door which made her curse as she quickly looked at it and breathed a sigh of relief when saw it locked from the inside.

“Who is it?”

“Miss. Kim, Mr. Kang is expecting you down.” Byul heard from outside and heard Seungwoo curse softly as he separated himself from her.

“I’ll be down in 10 minutes.” she responded and heard the servant scurry off.

She turned to see Seungwoo wearing his tie and went to straighten it as he smiled down at her.

“Ready to go Miss. Kim Jisoo?” Seugnwoo asked Byul and she smiled.

“I am. Are you ready Mr. Im Jongin?” she asked and he nodded as he gave her his hand and she grabbed it, a soft smile gracing her lips as they left the room and separated their hands - him taking his place behind her.

“Aaah there she is, the bride of the hour!” a lady almost shouted as Byul reached the main party area and she smiled as she approached the lady standing with her to-be husband, Seungwoo a close step behind her.

“Jisoo-ah, you need to wear this all the time now.” the man she was supposed to marry said as she smiled and took the ring box and put on the 6 carat diamond ring as the lady beside her gasped.

“That's an impressionable diamond I must say.” she said and Byul smiled, she could practically hear the envy in her voice.

“Mr. Kang was nice enough to buy the ring my heart was set on.” she said as she felt the man slip his arm around her and felt Seungwoo stiffen behind her.

“And who's that if i may ask?” the lady asked Pointing at Seungwoo and Byul heard the old man beside her scoff.

“He’s the kind caretaker of my Jisoo here. He’s Jongin, a caretaker and a brotherly figure for Jisoo sent by her family.” he said and Byul smiled.

“Your family must be rich enough to have a caretaker for you?” the lady asked and Byul waved her hand. “It’s just something they thought i must always have - some sort of protection.” and pulled herself away from the old man and bowed at them.

“I’ll be taking my leave for now.” and went away, Seongwoo following her behind.

“Caretaker. I’ll never get used to it.” he mumbled as she strayed to a corner with a non-alcoholic drink in her hand, him behind her like a shadow as she surveyed the room.

“It's perfect. You can always stay with me.” she whispered as she saw one of the servers coming to her with an empty tray and bow at Seungwoo who carefully passed an envelope full of money to him.

They saw as he disappeared in the kitchen and came back with a tray full of drinks and started serving them, the drinks blood red and tempting.

“Aaah I think he have had one too many drinks.” one of the ladies chimed, equally red faced as the one beside her - barely able to stay straight on their feet but sober enough to comment about others. Typical rich people behaviour Byul thought as she tried to stop her to-be husband’s wandering hands - t Least in front of the wicked ladies.

“I think it’ll be best if i take him to bed.” Byul said but one of the ladies grabbed his hand.

“Let your caretaker take him, have one more drink with us dear Jisoo!” the lady said and Byul threw Seungwoo a helpless look who just smiled at her but she could sense the smirk under it.

“Take care of him Jongin-ssi!” one of the younger ladies said and Byul refrained herself from openly glaring at her - her looks were not decent, she was practically undressing Seungwoo with her eyes.

1 hour and only one drink for herself later, Byul managed to send all the guests away. The servants were given a night off to cool off before the stress of the wedding starts from the next day and they were finally home alone - her, Seugnwoo and the old 40-something man she was supposed to marry.

Detective Park rang the bell of the huge house and wondered if calling it a mansion would be better as the door opened to reveal a clearly tired servant and went inside to see the mood getting gloomier with every step.

A 40-something man - Kang Harin, CEO of a small but flourishing fishery business in the particular area, was throwing a child-like tantrum in his expensive looking but bare living room.

“That bitch took everything! She left nothing! She even took my designer suits!” The last line would have made the detective laugh if he didn't know that one of those suits was probably more then his monthly paycheck.

“Mr. Kang, I'm Detective Park, if you can just list all the items missing? You can add more stuff later but off the top of your head, what all is missing?”

The detective would have been dumb to ask what hapepend. He knew what happened. It was not the first time something like this took place - he has been monitoring other similar incidents that happened in other small parts of south korea in the past 7 years.

A couple - one of them would woo a rich person, the other some sort of person taking an important role - enough to be let around all the time but not important enough to be shifted the focus on to. And then before the marriage they'll disappear - with everything the person owned that was worth anything. The material would be later found out at different pawn shops stating they never took any stuff to be caught but only took the money.

An on duty officer came to him and handed him a list and he went through it - the list of articles stolen as of now. It had everything on it- from the jewellery to cash from the locker, cash from the hidden locker, gold from the office, electronics like mobiles and even the computer from the office, TV set and some of the small kitchen equipments, a couple of suits from the man’s closet, all of the designer bags and heels, all the jewellery he ever brought her and all the jewellery he owned (chains and rings) and even a few of expensive vases and art pieces that hanged on the wall. They left nothing!

“And there are no pictures left?” the detective asked the officer.

“We even questioned the visitors from yesterday's parties. No one had any pictures and one girl claimed to have clicked some but she said her phone stopped working in the morning suddenly. Some virus. Traces of the same virus were found in the security camera monitors of here and near this house and in the computer left with the message.” the officer said and detective Park raised an eyebrow, a message was new.

He went to the said laptop, apparently it won’t work but stuck on the screen it was showing. A picture of a Napkin with a kiss stain at the corner saying, It was fun but this was last. See you never!

He wondered vaguely if it was a message for him rather than the old man since he was the leader of a team made specifically to work on their case. Then he wondered if this was actually true and their last crime.

“So we again have nothing?” he asked the detective who had followed him.

“The man claims that they looked exactly like the sketches we have from the cases before just different hair? And roles too apparently. She was a lady of an old family and he was her caretaker. Names were Kim Jisoo and Im Jongin.” and Park sighed.

“Let's get going then. There's nothing more for us here.”

A week later

“Can I see your passport miss?” the airhostess at the entryway asked and Byul passed hers. Kang Daeum, it read.

“And yours sir?” Seungwoo passed his passport, the name reading Jung Jihoon.

“Have a safe flight ma’am, sir.” the hostess said and bowed down and they bowed back.

The clicks of her high designer heels were loud in the silent hallway to board the plane.

“Can't believe you kept those heels.” Seungwoo muttered from beside her as she smiled at him.

“You first decided at the pawnshop that you wanted to keep the necklace.” she said, her eyes no doubt holding the teasing that Seungwoo knew was bound to come behind her sunglasses. But he would never accept he was jealous.

“I like it though. You can keep on the heels too with the necklace whenever we get to the hotel.” he said, smirking as she lowered her sunglasses to stare at him, “Only those things on you though.” he ended, her hand shooting up to hit him on the chest, ready to yell if not for being at a public place as he chuckled.

After showing their boarding pass and settling down in the first class seats, he turned to her when she sighed, sliding down slightly in the comfortable chairs.

“Maybe you should consider dying your hair, I like this on you.” he said as he tugged at the blond wig she had on and she shrugged.

“Why not. We’re going to Bali, might as well look tropical.” she said and he laughed.

“Why not pink then?” he suggested and she smirked at him. “Only if you do blue.” and he smiled.

“Deal.”

It was late, night Seungwoo assumed since it was dark but who knows where they exactly were. All he knew was there was a vast expanse of water underneath the plane and the flight still had more than 7 hours left.

He saw on the side Byul shutting down her laptop.

“Are you tired?” he asked and she blinked at him taking out her headphones and shrugging.

“I can use some sleep.”

“I have other plans.” Seungwoo said as his hands sneaked underneath the blanket she had on her lap, squeezing her thighs as she looked at him, surprised.

“How do you feel about joining Miles high club?”

The smile that adorned her lips said she was in, and when she got up leaving the blanket behind, asking the air hostess where the restrooms were and winking at him before leaving, Seungwoo knew he had hit the jackpot with her.

Bali would be amazing, he whispered as he got up himself.

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httphyucks · 5 years ago

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So em for the fic game “strange addiction” with seungwoo from victon fwb! au if I may ask

★ TITLE: strange addiction

★ GENRE: smut, romance, fwb!au, college!au

★ SYNOPSIS: what was suppozed to be a one time thing becomes something you can’t get enough of, finding yourself sneaking seungwoo in at night and out by the time your parents wake up in the morning.

★ WARNINGS: explicit smut, fem reader, fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (use protection kids), multiple orgasms, almost getting caught, lots of kissing, marking, choking, daddy kink, finger sucking, aged down seungwoo (19 years old)

★ WORD COUNT: 8k+

send me a fic title — it could be my next fic

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bearseokie · 5 years ago

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fae

— An overdue encounter with the man that had been sending you love letters, you find that Seungwoo’s more buoyant and fanciful than he could have ever expressed on paper.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — faerie! seungwoo x human! gender-neutral! reader GENRE — magical! au, romance, fluff, slight comedy WARNINGS — first encounter with a secret admirer, mentions of anxiety

victon m.list | navi.

Bid me your gentle gaze when we meet face to face.

You had witnessed the man create a flower from thin air, the rose’s stem between his fingers held gently as he tilted the flower to your face. The petals smelled strongly of the flower and himself, Seungwoo’s lips curving into a graceful smile. His eyes glistened with shifting colors, pupils dilating from the shade of your porch.

Pages of cursive had been slipped into your mailbox for months, a secret admirer that had a way with words making their way into your heart. With the sun shining far over the world in full brightness, he made his way up your sidewalk — his presence already getting to you. He didn’t even have to knock, the scent of his cologne laced into the cream colored pages lingering at your door and drawing you to the wooden gate instantly. The cold touch of the knob twisting in your fingers, your breath drew from you as you took him in.

Tall and handsome, his hair fluffed by the wind during his journey, the oversized coat on his torso even in the brink of the heat — he was wondrous. His name had been written on the last of the letters, talks of coming to meet you being well wishes until your eyes trailed up his form to meet his golden-light irises. He told you he was eccentric, but watching his thumb run along the padding of his middle finger to forge a flower; you knew the world had secrets, and Seungwoo was one of them.

“For you.” Lips moving so delicately, his voice made a shiver run up your spine and chills cross your skin.

Warm eyes like ripples in the petal of a rose.

Your frame stood in the doorway in slight shock, his hand placing the flower between your fingertips before taking a step back. He could only watch you, astonished that he finally had you in front of him after so long. So many words, so many emotions — you had caught his sight and never left.

“Your coat.” Voice soft and almost unheard, Seungwoo’s cheeks rose with a reddening tent. He was too warm, but what was beneath the jacket was still a mystery.

“I can’t take it off just yet.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll fear me.”

“Seungwoo.” The man visibly shuddered at his name falling from your tongue, your body leaning into the frame of the doorway as heat seeped into your cooled home. “I watched you pull a flower from nowhere, nothing else can surprise me.”

The layers of glitter on my back will only be known by you.

The leather coat moved backwards with his tight arms stretching out. The fabric gave way, his eyes shifting to the ground as the wings on his back fluttered into your view. Glittered just like the letters said, your hand rose into the air to feel the wind they battered in your direction. His face crimson and eyes worried, your palm met his chin, finger tilting his head up to meet your gaze once more.

And you will shed me of my worry. Give me a kiss and tell me you do not mind my secret.

You didn’t hesitate for a moment, the words in your mind like the letter was still in your grasp. Hand delicately placed at his chin, you pulled the man forward with the rose clenching in your other fist. Seungwoo’s knees buckled as he hovered over you, your tug pushing his head to the side to press a kiss into his hot cheek. Eyes squinting with his smile, his dark wings quivered against his back, his bare chest in your view causing the temperature around your body to rise.

“I think you’re a cherish-able one, Seungwoo.”

His eyes went shut, chest panting breaths. He was so touched by you. Even the dullest of days had been motivated by his words, his sweet scent on the pages ridding you of any problems as you pressed into your mattress and read the new edition. Balance, love had blossomed.

“Would you like me better if I was any different?”

His pupils blew at his own question, your lips forming a pout at the idea of wanting him to be any other way. No direct visual to his words in the letters, his tall frame positioned in your view was nothing you could have imagined — but it was Seungwoo.

“I couldn’t change you, even if I tried.” you laughed, smile bright and infectious to the man filled with anxiety. “Seriously, you seem miraculous.”

The word had him vibrating with excitement, face the same color as the rose still held in your hand. Frequent, the man had won you over before even meeting you, his face dipping down to align with yours for full contact.

I’ll look you in the eyes.

Brown eyes glistening with gold sparkles in the faint sunlight behind him; he was like a film you watched as a child. Memories of your surroundings during the moment in your thoughts going with you well into adult age, familiar scents finding you throughout life, flash images of the film you couldn’t remember watching all of — home.

You’ll stare back at me.

You rejoice in finding the movie again, sitting down with your older eyes and becoming enchanted with every frame. Seungwoo’s large hand moved into your peripheral, lifting your palm to place against his own. Heat of his skin attaching to your cells when his fingers gently plucked between your own, he was lacing them together.

Even as time passed you by, your mind was still bewildered by the film. Every quote you memorized without trying, the colors gaining your attention, the triggers of scents your mind recreated to gain comfort as you watched the screen change. Seungwoo stood before you, the personified version of the letters he wrote. He gave his heart to you, and you gave him yours.

And we’ll know fate played its part in how fast our hearts beat for one another — in love.

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synthetickitsune · 1 year ago

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[♫ bvndit - venom]

❧ seungwoo (victon) // fluff

You ready to get your ass kicked again? he smirks at you, and honestly it’s starting to get annoying. You’re not ready to give up, though. The blue light of the arcade makes him look handsome and honestly, despite the whole bet that’s in place, you’d offer him the date even if you won. Right now, though, you feel more like only actually going if you win, completely against the rules. It’s 3:2, don’t get too cocky, you scoff, finally picking a game that looks like something you could be good at. All the years spent in front of the screen finally bear their fruit. You easily beat him round after round, until the game declares you a winner. You stick your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes. It’s strangely fond. Your heart picks up its pace in a way that’s not pure adrenaline. What do we do if it’s a tie? Unless you’re up for one more game, he’s looking hopeful. You check the time and sigh. Not your lucky day you guess - minus this meet-cute. No, but I have time tomorrow if you’re up to continue, you offer. The hope in your voice irritates you. At least until he smiles and agrees.

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seokmattchuus · 5 years ago

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Sex Stories - Seungwoo Drabble pt. 2

A/n: I figured I’d give y’all a part two ‘cause everyone asked for it and I wanted to give myself some birthday Seungwoo smut (ish?). I bet he’s great at birthday sex.

Pt. 1

“Tame them.”

The tone in his voice should’ve been a clear sign for you to shut up, but since when did you listen to your instincts?

“What makes you so sure you can tame me?” You challenged with a smirk.

“What makes you think I can’t?” His tone was calm now and he just smiled. “You talk so big, but given how you basically just asked me to fuck you after hearing a little fantasy, you seem pretty easy.”

You licked your lips at his words. Was he always this hot?

“And with how you’re not responding, I’m assuming I’m right.” He smirked.

“And if you are?” Your voice losing whatever false confidence it held before.

“Then I'm pretty sure I can have you begging in no time.” He scoffed. “You don’t need taming, you just need a firm hand.” He licked his lips. “But you have to make it up to me for snapping like that.”

You swallowed thickly, not sure what he meant.

“Even now you’re waiting on my words.” He giggled. “It’s cute.”

You felt like screaming. How did he just switch from threatening to cute? What the fuck were you getting yourself into?

“How do I make it up to you?”

“Tell me your fantasy.” He smirked, finally standing up straight, taking a step towards the front of the couch.

“But.” He held up a finger. “I’m going to do everything you say, maybe even do whatever I want, and if you stop talking,” He paused, his smirk only growing. “Well,” He chuckled. “Let’s just leave that as a surprise.”

You just stared at him.

Was he serious? With how frustrated you were, could you even manage anymore teasing? Let alone talking?

But he already knew how needy you were so surely this was just him being a tease.

“Fine.” Your voice came out smaller and you already knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“I didn’t quite catch that.” He smirked, leaning his head towards you to emphasize.

“I said ‘fine’.” You spoke with some attitude, and you were hoping he’d let it slide, but of course-

“Watch the tone.” He said sternly. “But if you’d like to start, I’m all ears.”

You swallowed thickly before closing your eyes.

The last thing you needed was to see him.

“We’d be sleeping..” You trailed off, taking a shaky breath as you heard his footsteps. “And you’d wake up first.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks before continuing.

“And I’d already be dreaming about yo-”

You were cut off as you felt his hands on you, lightly caressing your thighs, but you didn’t dare open your eyes.

“And-fuck-and you’d realize what I’m dreaming about.” Your voice turned down in volume as you felt his hand trail higher up your thigh.

“Se-”

“Nuh-uh.” He cut you off. “Keep going.”

“Bu-”

“Keep. Going.”

His tone left no room to argue and you gave in, trying your hardest to keep focus.

“You’d lightly kiss my neck and your hand would slide down-” You froze as you felt his hand run over your clothed slit and your hips instinctively rolled. “And I’d be squirming but you’d hold me still.” You squeezed your eyes shut before continuing. “And you’d eventually get up and move to the end of the bed.”

You were dying on the inside but Seungwoo on the other hand, carried a smirk the whole time, his hands working to unbutton your shorts as you spoke, and your body betrayed you again by helping him slide them down.

You didn’t even have a chance to continue as he pushed your panties to the side and roughly ran his fingers over you. You’re not even sure if the embarrassment came from how wet you were or from you whimpered at the feeling.

“Seungwoo, please,” You whined, your hips rolling into his hand.

“You’re not done yet.” He whispered.

“I don’t think I can keep going.” You swallowed thickly as you felt his finger run over your clit in small circles.

“Yes you can.” He pushed you, his finger speeding up.

“You can already tell where this is going, do I really need to keep this up?” Your voice shook as you felt him press kisses along the side of your neck.

His hand that was circling your clit finally moved to slowly push inside you and the whine you let out only encouraged his teasing.

“Fuck I really can’t do this anymore.” You whined, your hand going to grab his wrist.

“Well how am I supposed to give you want if you don’t tell me?”

You could hear the fucking smirk in his voice but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Seungwoo, plea-” You were cut off as his fingers sped up inside you. “Please, just fuck me.” You moaned as your head fell to the side.

“Look at me.” He whispered.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to be met with his dark ones staring right back at you.

“Tell me what you want.” He smiled, curling his fingers.

“I want you.” You moaned out, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster at the moment.

“So is this you giving up?” He cocked his head to the side and you only responded with a weak nod. “Fine.”

With that, he pulled away, giving you no time to protest as he helped you up, lightly shoving you forward.

“Bedroom.”

You mentally cursed yourself. You should’ve known he wouldn’t give in so easily.

“Lay down.” He licked his lips, watching as you moved towards the bed, placing himself at the end of the bed.

“Y’know,” He started. “I really wanted to hear the end of it.” He chuckled, placing his palms on the sheets as he watched you.

“But’s hard when you keep fucking with me.” You whined, not bothering to look up at him.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t give me attitude.” He said simply. “So you can either finish telling me, or you can get yourself off.”

You licked your lips before giving him a very reluctant ‘fine’, not happy about having to drag this on, but definitely not about to let this chance slip.

“You’d pull the blanket off and you’d trail kisses up my legs.” You bit your lip before closing your eyes again. “And you wouldn’t bother teasing since I’m asleep.”

“Your entire goal is to wake me up and you don’t even try holding back.” You bit your lip as you felt him reach for your panties, pulling them down your legs.

You open your mouth to respond but weren’t able to get anything out as he moved onto the bed and spread your legs slowly before pressing kisses along your leg, working his way up.

“W-When I start waking up, your arms would wrap around my thighs to keep me in-” You nearly choked on your words as his lips wrapped around your clit.

You weren’t sure if the chocked moan you let was because of what you were thinking, or because his mouth was finally on you. But knowing you were almost done had you trying your hardest to finish.

“But you’d stop before I-” You couldn’t finish as he sucked harder, your head rolling to the side as you battled to get the last bit out. “You’d stop before I cum.” You whimpered out before screwing your eyes shut, hoping it would somehow help but they shot open as he moved away.

“No, no, no, please.” You shook your head, your arms reaching out for him as tears built up in your eyes. “Please don’t stop.”

“Shh,” He chucked, getting up and removing his shirt.

“I’m just getting started.”

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lushta1es0nm3 · 1 year ago

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Victon:

On the quiet days

I haven’t been myself for a while, I haven’t felt like living but I’m not a quitter. So yeah, I’m still here and kicking life’s ass.

The clock ticked as you both lay in bed wrapped up in each other’s arms. Both of you were off and tired, it was early morning, so you didn’t make a move to get out of bed. And you didn’t know Seungwoo was awake, he was doing the same thing you were doing staring off into space, listening to the other's heartbeat. He placed one of his hands in your hair causing you to look at him, you smiled softly and he smiled back with sleepy eyes.

You laid your head back down on his chest and took a deep breath, enjoying his scent. He laughed under his breath, “How cute.” He commented pulling you closer as he closed his eyes again, you smiled and followed suit, both of you fell back asleep.

You sighed softly into the quiet room, as you stared at the paperwork in front of you. Ah, it’s so much fun picking up slack from your coworkers. Seungsik’s back was to you, he was washing the dishes, seemingly to have gone off into his own world. You sighed, needing a break and stood up from the kitchen table, leaving the mountain of work there.

Once you reached Seungsik you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a back hug. He flinched slightly at your sudden touch and looked down at you with a smile. It was as if he knew you were frustrated about work, he sat the cup he was rinsing down and took off the bright pink gloves you bought as a joke. He turned around and gave you a real hug. You buried your face in his chest and then looked up.

He poked the tip of your nose and kissed your forehead watching as your face turned bright red from blushing, “better?” He whispered softly letting you go.

“Much better.” You replied walking back to the table of work.

“Fighting!” He quietly cheered you on before returning back to his own task. You laughed a little and the room fell back into the peaceful silence.

Glancing up from your phone, your eyes landed on Chan, he was looking online shopping for what, you didn’t know. Your curiosity getting the best of you, you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was staring at so intensely. He hadn’t said anything much all day which puzzled you.

Normally, he wouldn’t stop teasing and playing with you. But today was different, so what was up.

“What are you doing?” You asked scaring the daylights out of the man. He went to cover his phone, but it was too late you say it already. You smiled at him and shook your head.

“That’s cute, who is it for?” You asked.

He pursed his lips and shook his head at you, he knew you saw it, so there’s no use lying. In a quick motion, he pulled you into his lap showing his phone to you, he started showing different colors of the couple sweaters he was looking at.

You grinned as you watched him scroll through the selections. Last time you asked about wearing a couples outfits, he told you no, what changed his mind? Shaking the thought away you pointed at the pastel purple sweater with a dinosaur on the front.

His face turned bright red as he smiled up at you, “Okay,” he remarked, putting his phone down and pulling you even closer as he leaned back on the couch, “I was thinking the same thing.”

You reached over and grabbed your phone before making yourself comfortably cuddled up in Chan’s lap. You opened your Instagram and you both proceeded to scroll through the app in silence.

Standing up from the couch to stir the pot you had on the stove, you hummed softly to yourself as you looked at the time. It was almost dusk dark outside, Sejun had left about an hour and a half ago. He said he wanted to go for a jog, that was cool, cause you needed some ingredients for dinner. But by the time you realized you already had it, he was already out the door. So you texted him not to worry about and enjoys his time to himself.

You put spoon down just as the sound of the front door opening reached your ears, you looked up as Sejun walked into the kitchen. He was covered in sweat but he smiled at you exposing his dimples as he went in for a hug.

“You smell like hard work.” You stated taking him off guard because he thought you’d tell him he stinks. You looked up at him and smirked at him, he smirked back and started to attempt to rub his sweat on you. But you ducked and made a made dash for the living room.

His laughter followed you as he went behind you, he caught you and started tickling you. You erupted into laughter, swatting his hands alway, “Sejun, I’m gonna burn dinner,” you laughed out, “please stop.”

He did as you asked and took off his sweaty shirt, “I’m gonna go shower first.” He announced with a smile.

“Okay.” You replied as you gathered your composure and stood up to head back into the kitchen.

“Y/N,” he called your name and you looked over at him and answered with a hum, “I love you.” He acknowledged softly like he usually does at random times.

“I love you too.” You stated softly. Both of your cheek were flushed red. How sweet

The rain poured outside and the sound of thunder rumbling sounded through the cafe. Hanse sat across from you, doing the same thing you were doing, staring out the window watching the rain fall as people rushed to take cover.

You two did the exact same thing but were lucky enough to end up in a cafe instead. Hanse smiled at you as he’d helped you wipe the rainwater from your face. You did the same thing for him, being silly about it made a whole lot of difference. You both decided to place and order and have a seat and wait out the rain. The other customers didn't stay long, they left as soon as the rain slacked up just a little bit, people were busy with lace so it was understandable.

The cafe was silent, only a few other people remained to enjoy a cup of coffee. The only sound that could be heard was the workers going about making orders. You looked at Hanse and smiled, he’d floated off somewhere in his head again, it was all over his face. You shook your head and stared back out the window. You didn’t notice that he saw you, and smirked a little.

Your orders had arrived, you weren’t looking, you’d begun to drift off to your own planet. You didn’t notice Hanse get up and walk around to your side of the table. You didn’t even register the fact that he had even moved until he sat down beside you and draped an arm around your shoulders. You looked at him and he smiled at you, his lip piercing moving ever so slightly.

“What’s going on in your head?” He asked cheekily and tilted his head to the side.

“Oh nothing,” you responded, “just looking at people trying to dodge the rain. What about you?”

“Something similar, but with you being the center focus.” He blinked at you, “how’s your iced coffee?” He asked knowing full well you hadn’t even touched it.

Grabbing it, you took a sip and then nodded your head, “A1 baby.” You threw up both thumbs. Hanse laughed and you leaned into him. As you bother started quiet bantering back and forth wittfully, you both ended up forgetting about the rain too engrossed in teasing each other, neither of even realized that the rain had stopped.

Waves crashing on the beach filled your ears as you walked hand and hand with ByungChan along the shoreline. The sun was getting ready to set, but you weren’t ready to head back inside yet, it was way too noisy in there. So after eating dinner, you both opted to take a quiet walk on the beach.

The waves pushing the water up to your ankles, you were looking down as you walked. A smile on your face as you took in your surroundings. It was beautiful and ten times better because he was here with you. The breeze was cold but you felt so warm and comfortable. B

ByungChan could only look at you and smile at how cute you were without knowing it. His only wish was that you’d bring a sweater or something, but you said no and dragged him outside in a hurry.

A crab emerged from the sand, startling both of you, you pointed at it, “Hey,” you shouted, “don’t sneak up on us like that!”

The crab then began chasing after ByungChan who ran in circles around you screeching ever so dramatically. You may or may not have pissed the creature off by kicking sand at it and telling it to go away, because a few more crabs joined in the chase. You both ended up screaming and laughing while trying to run for your lives kicking sand as you went.

Somehow you fell into the water and he tripped over you not knowing you had fallen. Both of you were wet now and cold because the sun had fully set. You both were laughing at each other, which led to a water fight. It ended as quickly as it started though. You stood up ready to leave and head back inside when ByungChan told you to hope on his back.

You did so no questions asked, “Y/N,” he called your name seriously making you look up in confusion, “why’d you have to kick sand at it?” He laughed out the last part.

“It was trying to take our toes to it's overlord.” You exclaimed.

“That makes no sense.” He laughed out heartily.

“It does,” you explained dramatically, “I looked em right in his little beady eyes. He wanted the smoke.”

“Uh huh,” he laughed, “so, you started a war and we lost.”

“No, they out loud numbered us. It was an ambush!” You explained moving a little too much.

“Okay, now stop moving before you fall.” He warned still smiling.

It became quiet again, you wanted to be cheesy and say, I love you. But, instead you lairs your head on on his shoulder and started humming a random tone softly. All he could do was smile.

The studio was filled with soft music playing in the background. Subin was busy working, while you sat next to him with your legs draped over his, while you sketched away in your notebook. Every now and then, he’d reach down and rub your legs, you put your artwork down and sat up to see how far he had gotten.

He looked up at you and smirked you “what?” You smiled back, watching as he covered up his book.

“If I can’t peek at yours, you can’t peek at mine.” He bargained with a little innocent smile playing on his lips. The same lips you placed a quick peck on and watched as he began to blush and look away.

“You’re so cute.” Subin whispered as he finally looked back at you, “I’ll show you when I’m done, but only if you show me yours.” He stated.

You pretended to think about it and nodded your head in agreement. He returned the small peck you gave, now causing you to let out a small giggle as you laid back down and went back to your sketch. The silence was perfect mixed with the soft music in the background.

You and Subin were so comfortable and immersed in your shared atmosphere that neither of you noted the fact that one of the other members popped in to check on you guys. But him seeing that you two weren’t interested in anything but the shared bubble you two had created around yourselves, took his leave as quickly as he appeared.

It seemed that maybe a few minutes had passed by, when Subin put down his pen and layed down on you with his head on your stomach. You tossed your sketchbook down, your hand automatically went into his hair. Subin let out a sigh as soon as he felt you playing in his head.

“Ah,” he mumbled, sounding like he was fall asleep, “this is the life,” he sighed out a yawn, “just five minutes please.”

You hummed in response, but seriously, not even two minutes after he’d fallen asleep, you followed suit.

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