#wooseok x female reader

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Three Strikes, You're Out

Summary: Maybe third time’s not the charm, after all. 

Oneshot

Fluff and Brother’s best friend au

Word Count: 1,861

Wooseok X Female! Reader 

[Featuring: Older Brother! Shinwon and mentions: Kino]

Requested: may I have a request for jung wooseok's fluffy and heart fluttering imagine where reader is his best friend's little sister and reader has tried to confess to him over and over again, but wooseok kept rejecting them as he thought reader is like a little sister to him, but one day, he realized he loves them too and is jealous when another guys is around them?

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The first time I asked Wooseok out, we were playing video games in his room. After my brother, Shinwon left to get us something to drink. When I let it slip, “I like you,” he looks over at me and asks, “As a friend?” I nod, “But a little more.” He smiles, “Well, I’ve always viewed you as my little sister, so I understand that.” I nod and softly say, “Yeah, I view you as a uh brother too.” Great, just great did not go as planned. He definitely did not catch what I mean. And not only that, but he views me as a sister too. I guess I need some ice for that sting. Shinwon coincidently comes back with ice in our diet cokes. 

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The next time I confessed, I decided to be more literal, hoping that would help. Second is the best. I repeat to myself, working up my courage as I reach the practice studio and watch as Wooseok tries to nail a move. I shake off my nerves while I wait for him to land it to come in, and I wave to him in the mirror. He waves back and says, “Hey! I didn’t expect to see you here today!” I smile, “Well, um... I have something important to tell you.” He nods, spinning around to face me, and gestures for me to go on, “I like you, and not in a sibling light. I like you, Wooseok.” He raises his hand to his neck and scratches it, “Oh,...” He gathers his thoughts for a moment and tells me, “Well, um,... I like you as a sibling. You’re just Shinwon’s little sister to me.” I nod, “It’s okay. Well, I just thought I should tell you.” He nods, and he gestures that he should get back to dancing, and I nod. I wave goodbye and take my leave. My first thought was that that saying did not apply here. 

Before I make it down to the cafe at the bottom of Cube, I’m going over Wooseok’s words in my head. It hits me, ‘Shinwon’s little sister’, he must have said something! Probably, ‘if I ever find out one of you has the hots for my sister, I’ll scream’. Although, I guess it’s not really a threat, considering he screams a lot. But I turn around and head up to his studio. Thinking it had to be with a warning from Shinwon, I decided it's best to tell him about my feelings I have for his best friend. I knock on the studio door, “Who is it?” “The pizza delivery man–” “Already!?” “No! It’s your little sister, nitwit.” He opens the door with a pout, “I didn’t order pizza anyways.” I laugh, “I figured. You're more of a burger person anyway.” He laughs, “Whatcha need?” I gulp, “Well, this is kind of important.” He nods and gestures for me to sit on the couch across from his chair. I sit down, and when he settles, I tell him, “I really like Wooseok. Would you approve?” He thinks it over, furrowing his brows together. Before he shrugs, “It is a little weird, but if he makes you happy, who am I to get in the way of that? I know I’m your big brother and all. And that's my best friend, but I respect your decision, kiddo.” I grin, “Thanks, Wonnie.” He smiles and ruffles my hair, “Now, you wanna go out and get some burgers with Seokie and me?” I glare, “Too soon.” He laughs, “Good thing I was ordering in any way.” 

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Okay, third time's the charm, maybe? Maybe with Shinwon’s blessings and acceptance, Wooseok changed his mind. I spend the day playing cards with Shinwon when Wooseok comes downstairs. Shinwon nudges me, ‘Go get 'em!’ I nod and follow him outside, cursing those long legs of his. I go, “Hey! Wooseok!” He smiles, “Yeah?” I smile and put my heart on the line again by asking him out on a date. And he shakes his head before the words come out of his mouth, “No, I just view you as my little sister. I’m sorry.” How wrong I was, thinking that would change his mind. I nod, “I should have taken your answer the first time. I’m sorry.” He nods, “I understand. If you guys need me, I’ll be in the studio.” I nod and head back into the house and plant myself on my chair and rest my head on the table with a ‘thunk’. Shinwon asks, “You okay?” I shake my head and groan out a ‘no’. Shinwon reaches over and combs his fingers through my hair, “He rejected you?” I nod, “Damn. He never said he didn’t like you that way. If I had known I would have told you to save you some heartbreak.” I groan, “Yeah.” He snaps his fingers, and I look up from my view at the wooden table, “What?” He smiles, “Does ice cream and comedy sound good to you?” I nod, “This is why you’re the best brother.” He grins and drags me over to the couch, leaving the cards strewn across the table. I throw myself on top of it, and he comes back with a big tub of ice cream and two scoops. I squint at him, and he pulls out a mini mint choco pint from behind his back. I nod and take the big container possessively, which causes him to laugh.

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It’s been about a month since my last rejection. And while I still hang out with the two and act like nothing is wrong, my heart aches badly. When the whole friend group of theirs decides to throw a party at Jinho’s dorm, I decide this is the perfect way to get over Wooseok. I put on my best outfit and head over to their dorm. By the time I reach the dorm, people are piling in. I squeeze through, noticing there are more people in this dormitory than there is room in this place. With no sight of either of the two, I’m trying to avoid for the rest of the night. I find my way through the crowd. I spot one of their mutual friends, Hyunggu. Who is dancing in the middle of it all. 

He drops down low and slowly brings himself back up, popping the whole way. And I cheer among the crowd and watch as he taps someone into the circle. He makes his way out of the middle as people shower him with compliments, and I follow him out to do so. “I know you do it for a living. And all but, wow, your dances are just massively impressive.” He grins, “Thank you. You’re (Y/n), Shinwon’s little sister, right?” I sigh, “Don’t remind me…” He tilts his head, “But that means you’re not just beautiful, but you’re funny too.” I blush, “I um, I guess?” He grins, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I smile, “All good things?” He nods, “But I always wanted to put a face to your name. You’re prettier than I could have ever imagined.” I blush, and he holds out his hand, “Would you care to dance?” I shrug, “I’ll warn you, Shinwon got the dancing skills, though.” He pulls me close to him and whispers, “Anything can be learned” If I wasn’t red before, I know I’m on fire now. He pulls me over to the dance floor and spins me around. 

I can’t seem to get enough of his company, and that’s when I spot him. He’s standing next to Shinwon behind the island, talking with him but staring right at me. As if he sees right through me, I gulp to myself. But it’s obvious in the way my motions still a bit that I’m not entranced in the world the two of us made any longer. He spins us around when he sees exactly what, or rather who stole my attention. “I heard something from Shinwon about what happened.” I groan, “That’s lovely.” He giggles, “I don’t think it’s me who you wish to dance with, am I right?” I gulp down another breath, “But,... I want to dance with you cause you’re fun and uh,...” He nods, “Your heart belongs to other places, doesn’t it?” I nod, “Yeah,...” He gives me a brilliant smile, “Well, just your luck. Mr. Jealousy is steamrolling to us right now. It was fun to dance with you and finally meet you, darling. If you ever tire of him, you know how to find me~” Before I can say a word, he’s gone, and there in his place stands Wooseok. 

He doesn’t give me time to comprehend the whole situation before he’s pulling me away to a quieter place. Which happens to be outside on the patio, “I think I may have realized it too late.” He mutters mostly to himself, but I catch it all. “What? I don’t get what you mean.” He readjusts, and like the second time he rejected me, he scratches the back of his neck. “That I don’t see you in a sister light at all. I don’t know why it took until I saw Hyunggu dancing with you to realize it. But I realized I want to be the one who gets to dance with you. And the thought that you would love someone else and that I would lose you when I had more than one chance,...” I squint at him, “Why should I believe you?” He looks up at the patio light before looking into my eyes, “Because Shinwon almost hit me over the head with a frying pan for having the audacity to realize my feelings for you after breaking your heart.” I laugh a little, “I believe that.” He smiles, “So what do you say? Would you be willing to give me a chance? I know I tossed three chances away, but maybe the fourth time is the actual charm?” I shrug, “We’ll see by the fourth date.” I smile at him, and it hits me, “Wait! You know you rejected me three times!?” He nods, “Yeah,...” I groan, and he smiles and holds out his hand, “I’ll make it up to you. But first, can you get Shinwon to stop ogling us with a cast iron in hand.” I look over, and lo and behold it’s my brother in the window holding a skillet. 

I wave, and he gives me a thumbs-up, and I nod. He smiles and walks away, “You didn’t go after me because Shinwon was about to kill you. Did you?” He shakes his head, “The worst thing that man can do is scream. And I’ve been best friends with him for years, so I highly doubt he’d kill me now. I know too much.” I nod, “Me too,... Too much.” We laugh, and he holds out his hand for me, and I grab it. 

And yeah, the first four dates went above and beyond expectations, Wooseok making sure of it. With three strikes, three batters on the plates, he gave it all he got and made a grand slam.

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DO or NOT (M)

“Come on, I’ll be a good boyfriend, I promise” he got up and reached his hand for you

“What are you doing?” you look at his hands, then at his face.

"Let's fix your mess, baby" he smiled proudly.

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut; Fluff; To All The Boys I've Loved Before AU

→ Words:  9.7K

→ A/n: Look at that word count, guys! We are so happy to finally put this story out there for you guys, we hope you all like it! Thank you for your kindness and patient, and special thanks to the non who requested this story!

It was all a misunderstanding, yet you felt like you could never leave your room ever again. It was your dream to get into art school and finish your major in fine arts with honors, and right now you felt like you had ruined it forever.

It started with a literature class project, in which you had to explore the genre of letters, and you combined it with your passion for romance novels, and you took a little inspiration from your real life. You wrote letters for every boy you’ve ever had a crush on since college started. It wasn’t necessarily big crushes - Jinho from the school choir, for example, you just find it beautiful when he sings his solos; or Changgu from the Swimming team, that is just stupidly hot. They didn’t necessarily mean you had feelings for those boys, you actually exaggerated most of them for the purpose of the assignment. They were just romanticized words to sound like something out of a Jane Austen Novel.

You had no problem doing the project, you actually enjoyed sitting alone for hours fantasizing about different romantic scenarios, but you were very grounded about all of that. The real problem was that somehow the letters, meant to only be seen by your professor, ended up mixed with your actual mail, and they were delivered to each boy you had addressed the letter to.

That was it, that was the end of you.

The real problem was when your ex-boyfriend Hongseok showed up with the distinguished turquoise envelope in hand, waiting for you before your first class started. You spotted the letter in his hand as soon as you saw him, and you wanted to run away as fast as you could.

Luckily, you had seen him before he saw you, and you just wanted to take the opportunity to flee, however, skipping class was absolutely no deal when this lecture was very important for the midterms, and the teacher had warned it beforehand. You couldn’t risk your graduation with honors over ex-boyfriend problems. Your mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour, and the best plan you could come up with was to hide in the restroom until he left, and get in the class just a few minutes late.

You turned around abruptly, intending to leave as fast as you could, but you failed to give the first step, instead of bumping into someone and sending your books to the floor with a loud thump. So much for not wanting to drag Hongseok’s attention, you thought. His eyes were on you, and he was about to walk towards you.

In panic mode, you grabbed the boy you have bumped into and told him loud enough for everyone around to hear

“Finally, baby!” your voice was ridiculously high pitched “there you are, I was about to walk into class without you, the professor is waiting!” you planted a peck on his lips, lingering it enough for hopefully Hongseok to see it.

Wooseok widened his eyes at your very off-character actions. After the kiss, you hugged him and whispered in his ear.

“Please, play along” you sounded desperate

Wooseok was a guy you met in your first year of art school. You met at a party and eventually stumbled onto each other again around campus. And yes, Wooseok was a recipient of one of your letters, but in the fight or flight situation, it was better to deal with him than with an ex.

“Let’s go, baby ” he complied, smirking at the fake pet name, and holding your waist as you walked into class together.

Hongseok, who had watched everything, stood still in his place, swallowing thickly when you walked past him in Wooseok’s arm, acknowledging him only with an impersonal nod.

You released yourself from Wooseok’s embrace and rushed to your seat, throwing yourself in the chair with a sigh of relief.

“So, Y/N, I got your letter” Wooseok approached swiftly, being all his flirty self, taking a seat beside you.

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not real” You rolled your eyes.

Wooseok is full of it.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t be embarrassed, everyone has a crush on me” he said proudly. “Plus, you just kissed me, that was real af.”

You didn’t even respond, opting instead for paying attention in the lecture and taking notes.

“I’ll explain better later, ok? I’m busy now.” You finally said when he didn’t stop staring at you.

He was annoyed at the lack of attention he was getting, and at first, you didn’t get why he was raising his hand

“Excuse me, professor, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but she’s not feeling well, can I take her to the infirmary?”

Your eyes widened when you saw him pointing at you. The whole class turned around to look at you, and your face was immediately red.

“What are you doing?!” you whispered to him.

“Making sure you’re not busy.” he whispered back.

The professor allowed - this boy got everything he wanted, you swear - on the condition that you would have to get the notes with someone later to catch up.

You silently left the room, with him following close behind. You made sure you were distant enough from the classroom before turning around to talk to Wooseok

“I can’t believe you did this!”

“At least now we can talk” he shrugged and opened a charming smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll ask someone later for the notes, you know he’s a nerd.”

Wooseok has always been the popular kid, knows everyone, and gets everything he wants. To be fair, he had all the charm and charisma for it, and it was easy to fall into his spell. Overall he was a nice person, just too cocky sometimes. He ended up being the subject of one of your letters because he had once helped you with a photography class. He is a music major and sometimes he performs at local bars and clubs for the rap scene, and he told you that you could photograph his performances. You scored a 10 and owed him forever, and in the end, you just had to admit that seeing him performing his own songs with so much presence and passion got you a tiny crush.

But it was nothing more than that, just a momentaneous crush, that ended as fast as it began.

Wooseok pulled out of his pocket your letter, the unmistakable golden ink in your calligraphy sparkling in the hallway lights. He waved it around and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Give that back!” you jumped at him, trying to snatch the letter from his hands.

He easily dodged you, lifting his arm and making it impossible for you to reach it.

“Ah-ah” he stopped you “first you have to admit you have a crush on me.”

“I have shit for you, Jung Wooseok” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes again.

“It’s not what you wrote here.” He smirked again.

“I’ll explain that to you, okay?” you admit defeat, sighing in annoyance this time “just not here, where someone may hear it and laugh at my misery.”

Wooseok chuckled, but complied, following you to the front yard and sitting down on a bench. The campus was empty, most students busy with their classes, so the peace and quiet were rather enjoyable. What was not pleasant is having to explain all the romantic words directed to the boy in front of you.

You were straightforward and told him about the lit class project, and about you finding him attractive after watching him perform.

“But that’s just it” you finished “it was just all drama and poetry for class, that’s all.”

Wooseok, who had listened to you rant suspiciously quietly, just nodded, but you could tell something was still on his mind.

“That doesn’t explain why you jumped me in the hall.” his lips curved wickedly.

You sighed one more time, laughing to yourself at how it was becoming your signature movement.

“Do you know Yang Hongseok?” you asked

“Yeah, we share a few classes.” he nodded

“And do you know he’s my ex?” your voice died down in embarrassment.

“I do, I remember seeing you two around together.” he shrugged.

“He got a letter,” you admitted as fast as you could, just to get this over with.

Wooseok busted out laughing, his loud voice echoing through the empty place.

“You, Y/F/N, are the dumbest person I’ve ever met.” he cleaned a few tears in the corner of his eyes. Without thinking twice, you punched his arm. “Ouch! That hurts!”

“Don’t make fun of me! That’s really embarrassing!” you groaned and hid your face in your palms

“Come on, you gotta admit it’s funny” he patted your back to comfort you, but his giggles were far from soothing. “Who else got a letter?”

“So many people, I hate myself.” you muffled your words against your hand.

“Who? I can help you find them and make everything clear. I can even pretend to be your boyfriend again, so they don’t think you’re in love with them.”

“Ok, fine” you sat up straight, but not having the guts to look at him while you spilled your most embarrassing secrets. “There’s Adachi Yuto, from the baseball team.”

“Okay, that’s easy, he lives with me. Who else?”

“Lee Hwitaek”

“The President of The School Council?! You’re such a dork”

“Yan An and Ko Shinwon, but they are my best friends."

"I'm gonna pretend that's not weird but ok" he shrugged "it will be easy to clear things up, then"

"Yeo Changgu, Kang Hyunggu, and Jo Jinho” you said it in one breath, mumbling through your teeth

Wooseok’s eyes widened, and he blinked in silence for a couple of seconds, processing the information dump.

“Y/N, you’re a player!” he made fun of you, bumping your shoulders “Lucky you, I know them all, we can clear things up easily.”

“You don’t have to pretend to date me, though”

“And how will you explain things to Hongseok without sounding like you are still obsessed with your ex?” he puffed his chest like he made the wisest observation.

You just groaned and buried your face again on your palms.

“Come on, I’ll be a good boyfriend, I promise” he got up and reached his hand for you

“What are you doing?” you look at his hands, then at his face.

"Let's fix your mess, baby" he smiled proudly.

You just shook your head and got up, taking his hand and he led the way. He didn't let go of you once you were up, and his big hand wrapped around yours made you feel tiny and giddy.

"Ok, where do we go first?" He asked

"Shinwon and Yanan have already seen it, I told them about the letter when I first wrote it, so they are cool with it." You said.

"You had a crush on both of your friends, man" He almost yelled, "really, you got game."

"I told you it's not a crush!" You whined, "they are just people that inspired me, it was easy to write from reference."

"Sure" he teased, squeezing your hand "the swim team is practicing right now, so we might catch Changgu when he's done."

You nodded and let him lead you to the pool.

Wooseok found his way there quickly, and the coach spotted him as soon as he opened the door.

"Hey, Jung" he yelled, "here to reconsider my offer to join the team?"

"Not today, old man" Wooseok shook his hand and they tapped each other on the shoulder, but you were really shocked at the way he spoke freely with a member of the academia. "I'm just here because my girlfriend needs to talk to one of your boys, is Changgu here?"

"You're his girlfriend?" The coach asked you, looking surprised.

You froze in place until Wooseok gave you an encouraging nod.

"Yeah, I guess" was all you managed to say, your cheeks burning hot.

"Man, it beats me how this prick gets pretty girls to like him," he said with a loud laugh, which you played along. "Don't hesitate to smack him in the head if he starts to annoy you, he probably deserves it."

"Will do, sir" you chuckled shyly

"Changgu will be free when the practice is done, but you can wait in the bleachers meanwhile."

"Thank you, Mr. Kim." You said after spotting his name embroidered on his polo shirt.

"See you around, kiddo." He said to Wooseok "the offer is still up whenever you reconsider."

"Thanks!" Wooseok said before holding your hand and guiding you two to your seat.

Once settled in place, he threw one arm around you cockily, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Why do you talk to the coach like that?" You finally asked, feeling tiny in his hold

"I don't know, he's a cool guy" he shrugged, dismissing your shock

"You really do get away with everything, don't you?" You shook your head

"That's the perk of having my endless charm" he puffed his chest, smirking sideways "everyone fall for it"

You could only scoff in response.

"By the way" he continued "you do know Kino is gay, right?"

"Who's Kino?" You asked confused

"Hyunggu."

"Oh." You blinked "yeah, right, totally."

You didn't.

"Why did you tell the coach I am your girlfriend?" You questioned

"Well, if you are going to lie, lie to everybody. That way only you know the truth, so your cover won't blow."

"Seems like you lie a lot, Jung Wooseok" you arched one eyebrow.

"And you don't, Mrs goodie-two-shoes?" He mocked.

"I do not, why would I lie?" You answered.

Wooseok tightened his hold on you, not letting you back away when he leaned his face closer to yours, looking you in the eyes and licking his lips.

"So that means everything you wrote to me was true" his voice dropped a couple of octaves.

The proximity and the vibration of his deep tone made you freeze in his arms, searching for words to refute his argument.

"That was not lying," you turned your face to avoid falling for his inevitable body language eloquence "that was a poetic license, it's different."

"Yeah, right" he scoffed, leaning away from you." you're cute when you're lying."

"I'm not lying!" You protested. "And I'm not cute" you mumbled the last part.

The rest of the period was spent in silence, Wooseok stopped taunting you and paid attention to his phone while you watched the athletes in the pool.

Changgu was easy to spot, his toned figure standing out from his teammates, as well as his perfect timing every lap, and seeing him made you remember why he was an easy subject to write about. You two know each other because you went to one of Shinwon's soccer team parties, and of course, every varsity athlete was there. He was the one who initiated contact, and the flirting led to a hookup, but nothing else has ever happened between you two.

Which makes the fact that he received a love letter from you very awkward. But it was something you had to inevitably face, so be as it may.

When practice was over, Wooseok motioned to get up, but you stopped him.

"I think it's better if less than one person watches me embarrassing myself." You pleaded.

You waited by the locker room door for him, and to your despair, he crossed the door along with his teammates. So much for discretion. They walked past you, not noticing your presence, too distracted in their conversation. You stepped up and taped Changgu’s shoulder, making him turn on his heels to see you.

“Hi,” you said shyly “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course” he smiled at you after dismissing his colleagues, who left only after giggling and teasing you

“So, I don’t know how to begin to explain this, but-” you started to explain but he cut you off.

“Is this about the letter I got this morning?” His expression was smug.

“Yeah, it is” you sighed “but you see, that was not what I seemed. I didn’t mean any of that, it was only for a project of my lit class and-” you were fidgeting with your fingers when he interrupted you again

“So you mean I don’t have an Adonis body sculpted by the most benevolent of the gods?” his smirk only grew wider

You fought the urge to facepalm, but your words got caught up in your throat

“I’m just messing with you” he laughed softly “But I am flattered. I just don’t see you that way-”

“No, no!” it was your turn to interrupt “I’m not in love with you or anything creepy, in fact, my boyfriend is right there waiting for me” you pointed to Wooseok, who waited for you a few meters behind “He even knows about this whole mess and is cool with it.”

“You’re dating Wooseok?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah” you hesitantly affirmed, “But as I was saying, this was a project for my literature class and it is completely exaggerated and over the top, so don’t take it too seriously, ok?”

“I see,” he nodded “but I’m not gonna lie, I liked reading that.”

A charming smile lit upon his face, much like the ones he flashed you when you two met.

“Thank you” you felt flustered at the random compliment.

“see you around, then, Y/N”

You said goodbye and watched him leave, catching up with his friends at the end of the hall, and it was only then that Wooseok approached you

“So, how was it?” he asked enthusiastically

“Surprisingly easy,” you said, smiling to yourself “definitely less embarrassing than I thought it would be. Though he seemed to roll with it easier when I said you were my boyfriend”

“Told you it was a good plan” he bragged “ready for another one?”

“Yes,” you nodded enthusiastically, the success of the first talk encouraging you.

“Great, ‘cause Kino is coming” he pointed

“Already?!” you turned around to see the boy walking towards you

“You can do this, let’s go” Wooseok held your hand and pulled you over to meet Kino halfway

“Hey, guys,” Kino said when you met

“What’s up” Wooseok casually reached his hand for him, who made this weird personal high five thing.

“You two know each other?” you asked, looking between them.

“Yeah, we share a bunch of classes” Kino was the one that answered “But I actually wanted to talk to you”

“The letter, I know” you sighed “I’m sorry, that was a little creepy, I know, but it was just some writing for my lit class, I swear they are not literal”

“It’s fine, I really enjoyed it. You’re a great writer.” His soft voice was actually soothing.

“Oh,” you definitely weren’t expecting that. “Thank you”

“Why me, though?” he asked, “you do know I’m gay, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” you lied, remembering how you just found out not even an hour ago “it’s just that I remember when we were friends in high school, I had a lot of good memories and it was easy to write about that.”

Wooseok watched you attentively, your hand still securely clasped inside his, which gave you a surprising calming feeling.

“I’m really flattered, that’s amazing. Do you mind if I keep it? The letter?” Kino asked

“I guess not” you answered with a little bit of confusion as to why he wanted that, but it was easier to just comply.

“Thank you” he smiled gratefully “Let’s keep in touch, yes?”

“Of course!” you felt happy at the proposal, reviving an old friendship is always a good thing “thank you for being so nice about this.”

“Don’t worry” he answered. “I’ll see you two around then. By the way, you guys are a cute couple”

“Thanks, man” it was Wooseok who answered when you choked “see ya”

Kino walked away and Wooseok led you two once again.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said once you two were alone again

“Not at all,” you answered “I’m surprised how easy this has been. Thank you so much for helping me, really”

“Nah, this is fun, you don’t have to thank me” he shrugged “by the way, I already cleared things with Yuto”

“You did?” When?” You looked at him in surprise

“During swimming practice, I texted him, it was easy because he hadn’t even read it yet. I told him it was something private that was mailed by accident, he said he will return it.”

“You’re an angel, really” you stopped in your tracks and hugged him, feeling truly grateful and relieved.

Wooseok knew how to find Jinho because they also shared classes, and you were suddenly aware how much you easily had crushes on singers and performers, but that was an issue for you to ponder over later. Jinho was overall understanding, but it was significantly more awkward because you’ve never properly talked to each other.

“See it as a fan mail” you tried to explain “I just really enjoy watching you singing, you’re really talented”

The last one you had to find was Hwitaek, or Hui, as he asked to be called when you two first met, and you knew that the student council met that day so it was easy to find your way into the auditorium where they gathered.

You entered the place quietly and watched as they discussed some campus issues.

"You didn't tell me Hongseok was part of the student council," Wooseok whispered to you, sliding one hand around your shoulder, the action becoming natural to him

"Yup." You gulped "why do you think I came here last?"

"Hey" he called you, placing both hands on your shoulder, turning you to face him, and staring you in the eyes. "It will be fine, don't worry"

You took a deep breath, smiling at him in gratitude.

Before you could register anything else, Wooseok pulled you closer, one hand in your neck and the other in your waist, arching your body so your lips could meet his.

His kiss was intense, and your body responded to him in a reflex. You embraced his neck, hands digging into his shaggy hair. The way your tongues danced together in perfect synch made you sigh into the kiss, and Wooseok pulled you even closer. For a second you forgot where you were and what you were there for, and the world became a bubble that only you and he existed in, and you just allowed yourself to live in that limited fantasy.

When you two pulled away, you were out of breath, knocked out of reality. Wooseok still held you in his embrace when a lopsided smirk stretched on his lips.

"Hongseok spotted you" his low voice vibrated on his chest that was flushed against yours.

"Oh" you muttered, feeling your cheeks grow red "right"

You cleared your throat and stepped back, releasing yourself from him for the second time that day.

Wooseok found your hand again and pulled you to the last row of chairs where you two sat quietly until the meeting was over. Every time you tried to come up with something to say you ran out of words, still too embarrassed for all that went on when you were kissing him. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be troubled at all.

Coming clean to Hui was easy, especially because he was in the same class, writing for that project himself. However he was very shy about it, but having Wooseok casually throwing one possessive arm around your shoulder could be quite intimidating. In the end, he didn’t say much, mostly just agreeing and nodding to whatever you said, but never once he was less than nice to you.

"Okay, now there's only Hongseok left," Wooseok said when Hui left, making you gulp loudly. He still held you in his sideways embrace "but we have a problem."

"What is it now?" You said, feeling mentally exhausted already.

Wooseok pointed and you looked just in time to see Hongseok closing the door behind him.

"He didn't wait for you" he punctuated.

"Oh, come on" your shoulder slumped

"It's fine, we can get him tomorrow." Wooseok tried to encourage you

"But tomorrow Saturday, and I don't really know his schedule to meet him on Monday" The defeat seeped through your voice "Besides, I don't want to take any more of your time"

"Nah, it's fine" he shrugged "You're a good fake girlfriend"

You didn't understand why you took that as praise, but the butterflies in your stomach did not hide the fact that you liked what he said.

"Let me at least pay you lunch for all the trouble." You proposed.

"I take it back, you're the best fake girlfriend" he smiled.

…

"This restaurant is so good, oh my God." He said, munching on his food while you had already finished yours. "you should take me out more, Y/N"

"Why didn't we hang out more?" You questioned, "we had so much fun when I photographed you."

"Right? I remember that I liked having you around after my gigs"

"We actually kept in touch after that, because I remember seeing you around campus and talking to you. Why did we stop talking, though?"

"Right, I remember" Wooseok deflated

"What?" You asked when his smile turned awkward "did I do something wrong?"

"No, actually not." He scratched his neck "We lost touch when you started dating Hongseok. He seemed very possessive of you, and I thought he would get jealous if we talked."

"That's nonsense," you said genuinely surprised, trying to remember what it was like, but you two broke up last year and your memory was kind of blurry.

"Oh, come on, he used to parade you around like a trophy, no one had the guts to get near you." He rolled his eyes.

"What an asshole" you blurted, frowning.

Wooseok's thunderous laugh echoed around the place, causing a couple of dirty looks at your table.

"That was adorable" he cleaned a tear at the corner of his eye.

"No, I mean it. He shouldn't act like I belong to him and keep people from talking to me."

"No, he didn't stop anyone." He tried to explain "it was just the energy, that's all"

"He was a good boyfriend.." you reminisced

"...but?" Wooseok encouraged you to continue

"No buts, really."

"Is it invasive if I ask why you two broke up?" His tone was cautious

"Wooseok, don't you know the foundation of a relationship?" You joked "how do you want to be my fake boyfriend if you don't think I can share my love failures with you?"

"My bad, I didn't know fake relationships had rules too." He held his hands up in defense and you laughed fondly at him.

"Anyway, we broke up because we wanted different things." You shrugged "I guess I just wanted to do my thing without being just 'Hongseok's girlfriend', you know?"

"I see" he nodded.

"You shouldn't be afraid to talk to me, silly" you softly flickered his forehead across the table.

"That was rude, how dare you" he acted offended, making you giggle.

"Next time I'm dating someone you have the obligation of keeping in touch with me" you huffed

"I wouldn't worry about that" He opened a sheepish grin

"Why's that?" You raised your eyebrow suspiciously, resting your elbow on the table to support your chin on the palm of your hand.

"Because right now you are my girlfriend" he leaned back on his seat, eyeing you up and down.

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head.

"Yeah, sorry, you're stuck with me for now," you said half-heartedly, feeling guilty for bringing him into your problems.

"Nah, I'm having fun." He shrugged "But you'll have to do something for me."

"Shoot. I owe you big time, can't say no."

"I'm throwing a party tomorrow, half of the campus will be there."

"Why am I not surprised?" You remembered how popular he actually is.

"You'll have to be there." He used puppy eyes to convince you

"No way, Wooseok." You rolled your eyes "I don't know anyone there."

“Hongseok will probably be there, though” he argued “so you can get this over with”

You quietly ponder over your options.

"Fine." You concluded, "It's better to get this over with anyway."

"Great, I'll text you the details later."

You sighed, massaging your temples to uselessly try to soothe your stress.

…

Wooseok's house was crowded when you got there, and the music could be heard from a block away. You crossed the front yard, which was full of people too, and you were sure that student housing has some norms against this type of agglomeration, but then again, Wooseok gets away with anything.

You briefly stopped at the door, just to text him, letting him know that you arrived, and quickly let yourself in. The music was even louder inside, the vibrations of the heavy bass trembling all over your body. Indeed, half of the campus was there, red solo cups in hand and bodies moving to the rhythm of the music.

The fact that you were alone made you feel suddenly shy, and you shrink into yourself to try to make your way through the house. It was a struggle to the wall around the party, but the sooner you found Wooseok the better.

Your best bet was the kitchen, and after walking a little while you found your way there. It was significantly emptier, but still no sign of your friend anywhere. Turning on your heels, you tried to leave and search for him somewhere else, but instead, you stumbled onto someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry" you immediately said

"Y/N?"

Of course, it had to be him

"Oh" you gulped "Hongseok, hi"

He smiled at you, and you two stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." He said, and you could feel your whole body freezing.

"Yeah, I've been trying to reach you too. There's something I need to explain." You ran your hands through your hair, nervously fidgeting with it.

"Can we go somewhere quieter?" He proposed and you nodded, following him to the front porch.

On the way, you heard your name being shouted over the loud music, and soon enough Wooseok was right behind you.

"Hey, you made it!" He greeted you cheerfully, but his smile dropped when he saw Hongseok with you "is everything okay?"

He asked looking into your eyes, a line of concern creasing his forehead, and his hand immediately found yours.

"Yeah, it's fine, don't worry." You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Anything happens and you can call me, ok? I'll hold on to my phone" He waited for you to nod in agreement and it was almost mindlessly the way he lingered a peck on your lips.

And his action wasn't as surprising to you as the way you reciprocated automatically, already used to Wooseok's touch.

You also didn't miss the way Hongseok turned his face when he saw you two together.

Once you two got alone outside, he was the first to speak.

"So you and Wooseok are a thing now?" His tone was careful

"Yeah" you didn't know what else to say.

"How long has that been going on?"

"It's been some time" you were never a good liar, and Hongseok's presence somehow made you feel insecure.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." He backed away, clearing his throat "I was just curious."

Everything went quiet again, but the anxiety was weighing too much for you to just wait in silence.

"You’re here to talk about the letter, right?" You finally mentioned the big elephant in the room.

"Yes, I was surprised to see that." He chuckled emotionlessly. "Did you mean all those things you said?"

You frowned to yourself, trying to remember exactly what you had written to him. You remember talking about craving the feeling of being safe in his arms and him reciting your body like poetry. Something passion and desire burning like twin flames. Everything was a little scrambled but you had gotten the gist.

"Yes and no." You concluded, but he only tilted his head in confusion. "Once I may have meant everything I said. I did this for a romantic literature assignment and writing about you was easy because I didn't have to come up with lies. I just revisited some feelings kept deep inside."

"I can't lie to you, Y/N, I-" he chimed in, and it was ironic to see the eloquent member of the student council stumbling onto his words "when I first read your letter it was… it brought me back in time, you know?" His hand found its way to yours, which rested on the balustrade.

He held onto you like he was pleading for mutuality.

"I really liked having you by my side and seeing what you said got me wondering what would have happened if I hadn't let you go."

"Hongseok, I-I don't even know what to say." You felt a tornado inside your head.

"Haven't you ever thought about that? I mean, you wrote that to me, that you think of me." He stepped closer to you, bringing your hands up to his chest.

"Hongseok, it's not that simple." Your gaze strayed from him

"Yeah, no, you're right." He finally let go of you, shaking his head. "What was I thinking, you have a boyfriend now."

You didn't miss the shift of his tone at the word boyfriend, and knowing Hongseok as you did, you knew that he actually meant to say 'I'm better than him

"Do you remember why we broke up?" You asked him.

"I remember we wanted different things." He pointed.

"It's not quite like that" your words were soft-spoken "I wanted something different. I wanted to do my own thing, but in your life, there was no room for another person."

Hongseok didn’t answer, so you continued

"I have not been dating Wooseok for so long," you finally looked directly into his eyes again "but he supported me so much more than you ever did. He makes time for me and he takes care of me in his own way."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I was so stupid." Hongseok lowered his head.

You reached your palm and cupped his cheek, making him look at you.

"You were never a bad boyfriend." You caressed his smooth skin with your thumb "we're just not meant for each other. One day you will find someone that fits into your life perfectly, and that letter that I sent you will be in your past like it is for me."

You inched closer and planted a soft kiss on his cheeks.

"I'll see you around, Hongseok"

Turning around, you let out the breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, and you let the loud music engulf you as you entered back to the party.

You felt yourself shaking from the anxiety of what you just went through, and it was so hard to process that Hongseok asked to get back together, that your head was spinning a little, but when it came down to it, you felt proud of yourself for the way you handled it.

You wandered around the party not really sure what to do until you spotted Wooseok amongst his friends. He had his back turned to you, and you fonded at the way he kept his phone in hand, truly waiting for you in case you texted.

He truly was the life of the party, everyone surrounding him laughing at something he said while he gesticulated big, telling a story eloquently.  You felt shy to just approach him while he was the center of attention, but you couldn't wait to celebrate with him.

Slowly you reached up and gave his shoulder a soft pat, and his lips curved into a smile upon seeing you. He stopped everything he was doing and his arm automatically rested across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

"Hey," he said so softly that you were sure only you could hear. His doe eyes stared at you and you felt at ease. "Are you alright?"

You bit your bottom lip and curved the corners into a shy smile, nodding a silent yes to his question, to which he responded by snuggling you closer to him.

"What happened? Tell me everything." He asked excitedly. You told how things went and how you handled it, and he gasped in surprise "Holy shit, I was not expecting that from Hongseok. But I mean, it's obvious where he's coming from, he's not dumb."

He shrugged nonchalantly, but you stared at him trying to figure out what he meant.

"Anyway" he trailed before you could ask anything "I'm gonna get us some drinks to celebrate, stay here."

You nodded again, feeling tiny due to the way he had to crouch down to look you in the eyes and ask you to not move places so he doesn't lose you.

You fidget with the hem of your shirt, looking around and basking in the party environment, the people around you having fun and the music moving them, it was pleasant and it all contributed to the feeling of happiness warming up your insides. It might also have something to do with your company for the night, but you weren't sure if you were ready to admit that just yet.

You were taken out of your head when you heard someone calling your name.

"So you're the notorious Y/N" Yuto stood by your side, his deep voice almost startling you. "It's nice to put a face to the name."

"Yeah, I don't think we've been introduced,  right? Nice to meet you" you said politely, and surprisingly confident, the latest occurrences giving you an extra boost.

"Wooseok asked me to give this back to you." He took your letter out of his pocket and handed it to you, still sealed for your relief.

"Thank you so much" you took it, shoving it in your purse as fast as you could.

"In fact," he continued "he hasn't shut up about you, it's almost annoying." He chuckled sweetly.

"Really?" You involuntarily smiled, and awfully aware of the way butterflies danced around your stomach upon hearing that.

"I didn't know you were dating, but he seems really excited to be around you lately, so it's good to see you two together." He offered a kind smile in return

"Stop scaring my girlfriend, dude" Wooseok chimed in, handing you a red solo cup and back to his usual hold on you, so casually that you were almost getting used to it. Almost.

"If she's dating you, I'm pretty sure she doesn't scare easily." Yuto snaked a reply while leaving you and Wooseok alone again

"So," Wooseok said, "Wanna go dance?"

"Oh, no, no." You waved defensively "I would just embarrass the both of us"

"Don't be silly, it will be fun, let's go" he grabbed your hand and guided you two through the crowd, finding a good spot.

It was amazing to watch him dance freely and just enjoy himself while you mostly opted to move your knees and bounce yourself, keeping it low-key while sipping on your drink.

It took you back to thinking about why you first chose him to write about.

You admired Wooseok's laid-back attitude and over-the-top confidence. He had this charm that it was annoyingly attractive, and all of that just being his genuine self. And after everything he's done for you, although it could not seem much, at first sight, was a crucial part of why you made it through.

You didn't lie to Hongseok when you said those things about Wooseok, and all of that just made you want to get closer to him, even with this crazy fake boyfriend story in the middle, in a couple of days he gave you a better relationship than the ones you have had. You might be wrong and that was just because you haven't spent enough time with him, but still it felt so genuine that you wondered how the real thing would work.

"You're in your head again, aren't you?" Wooseok waved his hand in front of you.

"Sorry" you shook your head trying to get rid of those thoughts, giggling shyly.

"Come on, have some fun with me, or people will think I'm a terrible boyfriend," he said without faltering his serious expression, but you let out a soft laugh

He held both of your hands and waved them around in the rhythm of the music. It was fantastic how he got you to loosen up and soon enough you were dancing and jumping around, yelling the lyrics at each other, and it was easy to forget about your surroundings when you could just focus on having fun with him.

He had your attention the same way you had his. He didn’t mind ditching his friends for the night if he was spending time with you, and seeing you having fun so freely was the most precious thing, especially when you sang together with him with a big smile spread on your face, which was extremely hard for him to keep his eyes off.

And when you noticed his gaze falling to your lips, you couldn’t help but to do the same to him, and you just gravitate towards each other, his hands dinging your waist and pulling you closer, and suddenly you two weren’t jumping around anymore, and both of your moves slowed down to fit your bodies together, now moving in synch against each other. His eyes searched your for reassurance, trying to find any sign that he was crossing a line, but when he found you so focused on his own lips and you slowly leaning towards him, he didn’t think twice about ending the distance between you, capturing you in a kiss that he’s been dying to feel since the minute he first spotted you in the party.

He kissed you before, and it was a surprise to you, but maybe because now he saw you reciprocating it before it even began, it just hit differently when your soft lips met his, and he was glad the loud music muffled the sound of the sigh of satisfaction that escaped him. The kiss was slow like you were just savoring each other, and your thumbs caressing his cheeks made him feel like melting under your touch.

The closer you felt the closer you wanted to get, and when you just had to pull always for air, your foreheads touched and your feet just kept on dancing, giggling to each other like two teenagers who had their first kiss, and your need to feel it again excited you to an unfamiliar degree.

The acquaintanceship with it came naturally, and the night passed too fast for your liking. The songs started to slow down, the conversations became hushed and the house was getting emptier and emptier.

You and Wooseok found the couch empty and threw yourselves down, you resting your head on his shoulders as he cuddled you closer.

"How do you feel now that you're free of the whole letters' odyssey?" He asked, running his hand through his hair, letting the strands fall back into place, beautifully framing his face.

"It's so fucking relieving" you sighed "Thank you so much for putting up with all of that."

"Eh, it's been fun" he shrugged trying to act nonchalant, but the smirk on his face said otherwise

"Well, at least now you're free of your fake girlfriend and can go back to charming every other girl on campus." You joked, but you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at that realizations

Wooseok laughed and shook his head.

"Jeez," He leaned closer, looking you in the eyes with noses almost bumping "You're the densest person I've ever met"

"Hey! That's not true!" You protested, turning your face around, and he nuzzled the sweet spot on your neck, just under your earlobe.

"Stay the night?" He asked in a low voice that vibrated close to your ear, only for you to hear, and followed with a feathery kiss on your cheek. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch while it lingered, to only then look at him and nod, and his grin at your response made you shiver in anticipation.

He got up and reached his hand for you to take it, which you gladly accepted, and he led you away from the party, turning into a corridor where everything was already quiet, finishing his path in through a door down the hall.

Entering the room, you recognize unmistakable as his. There was just something about the messy stack of papers on the desk next to a chunky headphone, the hip hop posters on the wall and the black comforters that screamed ‘Wooseok’. He gently took your purse, which you were clinging to because you just didn’t know what to do with yourself anymore, every step into the room making your stomach freeze with expectation, and he placed it on the desk.

“Sorry it’s a little messy” he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his weight in his hands that rested on the soft mattress, and his voice sounded soft, hushing the words like it was a secret between the two of you.

“It’s ok” you walked closer to him, looking around trying to capture every small unique detail. “It’s cozy” you concluded as you stood in between his spread legs.

Wooseok leaned back and laced his hands around your back, slowly climbing their way up inside your shirt, the skin contact making goosebumps rise on your skin and you gasp softly. When he pulled you closer you climbed up the bed, straddling him until your chests were pressed together, and you intertwined your fingers in his hair, initiating the kiss yourself this time.

You felt Wooseok's shoulder relax as your lips touched, and neither of you felt the need to rush things. His tongue asked for passage and when you let him your body felt ecstatic, just like it happened when you kissed on the dance floor. Something about kissing Wooseok felt at the same time familiar and exhilarating.

And it wasn't the first time you were kissing, but you were just as excited. His fingertips grazed along the line of your spine slowly, like he was trying to memorize the curve of your back while you were pressed against him. When he had to pull away for air, he just couldn't keep away from you and trailed kisses down your jawline and neck.

"This is going pretty far for a fake relationship." You teased, tugging his hair just the slightest.

"Don't ruin this" he shushed you, and you giggled "just enjoy it."

He held onto your waist and squeezed your sides while sucking a spot on your neck, making you hiss in pleasure, and you involuntarily grinded down on his lap. Immediately you felt him grinning against your skin.

He felt bolder after your response to him and dared to raise his touch on you, hiking up your shirt as so, until you pulled back and lifted your arms, silently giving him permission to take it off of you. Once he was done with it, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he took it off of you.

"You are so gorgeous" he watched you with hungry eyes, and you felt yourself blushing.

As you kissed him again, avoiding having to formulate a coherent response to his praise, you felt his hands find their way up your body until they were cupping your breasts over your bra, his fingers molding against your curves as he squeezes them, and that made a breathy moan escape your lips.

Feeling desperate to just have you for him, Wooseok swiftly switched positions, making your back hit his mattress and he positioned in between your legs. Just like that, he unbuttoned your jeans and slid it off of you, his own pants following next, leaving you two in your underwear.

He eagerly leaned over you, anxious to kiss you again, and you welcomed him like two puzzle pieces fitting together, only this time you were too aware of the bulge in his underwear as he grinded in between your hips, giving you some release to the pressuring pleasure that built up with every touch of his.

Without breaking the kiss, he took your bra off, his fingers immediately finding your nipples and toying with them as you arch your back to press yourself against his touch. He only let go to have his fingers replaced with his mouth, the tongue skillfully circling around your sensitive bud.

"Wooseok" you let his name fall from your lips, to which he hummed in response

"You like that, baby?" He looked up at you, licking your nipples right after finishing his words.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

"Maybe it would be better if I do something else too?" One of his hands slid its way down your stomach, the tip of his fingers stopping at the hem of your panties. "Can I?"

"Yes, please" you buckled your hips against his hands, and he smirked as he lowered his hands further, reaching your wet slit.

One of his fingers ran along your pussy, spreading your wetness around your clit, making you squirm as he brushed over just the right spot.

"Fuck, Wooseok, right there" you gasped as he repeated the movement "please keep doing that."

He studied your face for a mere second, chuckling proudly before capturing your nipple in his lips again, all the stimulation bringing you heaven.

You grabbed his hair, tugging it to contain your own pleasure, and he hummed in approval to you. A knot started building up in your lower belly the more he moved, and you were already embarrassingly close.

Then you felt his touch spot, feeling it going down to your entrance instead, and two of his fingers entered you effortlessly, pumping in and out of you. He let go of your breast, leaning up and using his free hand to take off your panties.

"You look hot, shit." He praised you again "you're taking my fingers so well."

He leaned back down and kissed you roughly, lust clouding the whole room around you. When his thumb found your clitoris you gasped into the kiss, and Wooseok nibbled your lip.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" He whispered in your ear, and you held onto his shoulders, nails digging a little into his skin

"I'm so close" you mumbled, and he fastened his pace

"Let me see it, I bet you look beautiful when you cum. Show it to me, Y/N"  he said before sucking in your nipple again.

Your body reacted to him like an order, and you closed your eyes as an orgasm took over you, making you tremble under him, moaning louder every time his finger hit the perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck" you gasped once he slid off of you, your chest rising up and down fast.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you used your weight to throw him beside you, climbing on top of his right next, and the surprised expression on his face was quickly replaced with a much naughtier one

You lowered yourself, taking his underwear off, letting his cock bounce back against his stomach.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked.

Wooseok reached for a drawer in his nightstand and tossed you a packet. You wasted no time opening the foil and taking his member into your hand, jerking it a few times, testing the right speed and pressure to just see him close his eyes and throw his head back in pleasure.

When you stopped moving, his eyes shot open and he watched you unroll the rubber down his length.

You moved upwards, your hips sitting against his, and you leaned down to kiss him again, savoring his taste unhurriedly, and he didn't hesitate to match your intensity.

You began to move your hips slowly, feeling your pussy press against his cock, putting the right amount of pressure to make him hiss in pleasure.

Continuing to move, you trailed wet kisses down his jaw and neck, sucking and biting softly the skin before running your tongue along the spot to soothe it.

"I didn't know you were such a tease" he grunted.

"I didn't know you were in a rush" you retorted, grinning at him.

"I've got all night, baby, but I'd much rather spend it inside you." He said, a hint of desperation showing through his voice.

Your chuckle died in your throat as he grabbed your hips and bucked his own, grinding the right away to press his dick against your clit, and you moaned involuntarily.

"I think you agree with me" Woosek said, smirking victoriously.

"Jerk" you slapped his chest and laughed softly.

His hand reached up and caressed your cheek while he looked at you with big fond eyes, and it felt so intimate that you were sure you were blushing.

"Don't look at me like that" you fought the urge to cover yourself.

"Why not?" He cocked his head "you look so beautiful, I just had an urge"

You leaned your body down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips

“I think this is a point of no return for us, right?” your voice barely came out, a faint whisper, afraid of the meaning they carry.

“I don’t know how many fake relationships you’ve had, but I’m pretty sure they never involve seeing each other naked, so we’re past the point of no return” Wooseok shrugged, his chest pressed against yours and his arms wrapping around you in a comforting hug. He kissed you again, and it didn’t surprise how it was just natural at this point to mold your lips together perfectly.

“Shit, you’re right” you giggled when he pulled away. “Okay, we’re doing this.”

You took a deep breath in a poor attempt to make your heart stop racing.

“We’ll be fine” Wooseok reassured, and you just nodded at him, putting all the truth you have in his words.

You sat up and reached your hand in between the two of you, aligning his member with your entrance and letting him penetrate you slowly, his gasp accompanied the rhythm of the movement.

Staying still, you gave yourself time to adjust to his size, and his thumb caressed your hips, his touch always so gentle. You finally started rocking your hips and Wooseok threw his head back in pleasure, a few whimpers escaping his lips. You remembered you two dancing together earlier, and how his eyes couldn’t leave your hips when you were dancing, and you tried to move on top of him just like that, his whimpers turning to lazy moans as you moved slowly, and you smirked proudly at the reactions you were getting from him.

Wooseok, always a brat, grabbed your hips a little stronger and used it as leverage to flip your positions, rolling easily on top of you, making you yelp in surprise, and the way he towered over you made you feel suddenly shy, chuckling at his victorious grin. He thrust slowly, picking up the pace with no rush, his eyes glued on yours, and the loving expression on his face made butterflies dance in your stomach.

Adjusting his hips, Wooseok hit the perfect spot inside you, making you moan his name louder than you intended, but fortunately, it was just another enticement to him, as he kept thrusting you deep and fast. Inevitably, the pleasure starts building up in your lower belly, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Your walls tightened around him, and his moves started getting sloppier.

“Y/N, I’m gonna-” he barely finished the sentence, cutting himself off with a moan.

You reached down and circled your clit just how you like it, bringing yourself to the edge with him, and the room was filled with both of your moans and curses.

When Wooseok threw himself by your side, his hand cupped your cheek, bringing you closer for a deep passionate kiss, but it didn’t last long, both of you needing air too fast, chests rising up and down from the intense orgasm you had.

You quietly watched him take the condom off, tying it up and discarding it on a bin next to the bed, and when he laid again on your side, covering your lower halves with his blanket, you pulled him closer, laying your head on his chest, tracing random patterns with your fingertips on his belly.

“Is this the part where we talk about what this all means?” you mumbled against his skin.

“I guess,” he snuggled you closer, and you looked up at him “this means we may be, just maybe, dating for reals?” it was supposed to be an affirmation, but his tone was more like a question.

“But Wooseok, we barely know each other, we haven’t even had a first date, what if-”

“Y/N” he interrupted your rant, “everyone thinks we’re dating already. It’s safe to say we get along really well. The chemistry here?” he pointed between you two “wow.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness, but you couldn’t deny that he had a good point. Everything inside you screamed to be near him, and you don’t want to be stupid and ignore that.

“Fine.” you pouted, then pecked his lips. “But you owe me a date nevertheless.”

“Breakfast date, tomorrow when we wake up, how does that sound?” He proposed, and you pretended to think about it, making him nervous with all the suspense.

“It’s a date then.” you giggled.

“Okay, then,” he wiggled his eyebrows “ girlfriend ”

You wanted to make a snarky comeback, but all your brain could register is that Wooseok is your boyfriend, and all the giddiness inside you turned you into mush, and he laughed at your sudden shyness.

“I like how that sounds.” you confessed, almost inaudible.

“Get used to it, then,” he kissed you briefly “You’ll be hearing it a lot from now on.”

Taglist: @bunnybunnywoo

[ocean-ai]

I Don’t Care~Wooseok

Hi everyone! So, this was originally supposed to be a fluff based off the Ed Sheeran song, I Don’t Care, but then it turned into this lol.

Enjoy, loves!

Pairings: Wooseok X Female reader

Genre: Smut and a little fluff?

Word Count: 2,363

Warnings: Fingering, teasing, a little bit on the rough side?

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You and Wooseok were at a graduation party that your mutual friend, Yuto invited you to. You weren’t much of a party goer and neither was Wooseok, but you went because Yuto had graduated so you wanted to support him. It wasn’t long before you and Wooseok realized this was a bad idea. Neither of you wanted to be there.

Everyone around you was either drunk or high; two things you and Wooseok didn’t do. Of course, you took advantage of free alcohol, but you only had one drink. Wooseok wasn’t much of a drinker, so he stuck to soda. He also was driving that night.

You and him stayed close to each other during the party, only socializing with people that you knew. Yuto was drunk somewhere with his girlfriend keeping him from doing something stupid, Hyunggu and Shinwon were playing beer pong, so you watched them play. After a while, that became boring.

“Do you think we could go?” Wooseok said in your ear. He was standing behind you with his hands on your hips; you were leaning against him and he was leaning on the wall behind him.

“Let’s tell Yuto goodbye, then we can leave.” Truth be told, you were tired of this party. You hated everyone there except Wooseok and your friends. This party wasn’t your crowd, you didn’t fit in. But none of that mattered since you were with Wooseok. He made everything better.

Wooseok chuckled. “Okay, but I’m pretty sure he won’t care.” You looked over to see Yuto in another world with his girlfriend. You laughed at the two of them before taking Wooseok hand and heading towards the door.

Once you and him were finally outside you both started laughing with each other. “That was awful!” You said as you started walking back to Wooseok’s car. “Why did we even go?”

Wooseok shrugged. “I have no idea, but I’m glad we were together to experience it.” He knew you had a terrible time at the party, but he was just happy you weren’t alone like you had been before. He loved being by your side whenever he could, even if it was at a shitty party.

Once you and Wooseok were in his car, he took your hand in his and started driving. “Let’s go back to my place, babe. My roommate is at Hongseok’s tonight.” You said to him. Wooseok grip on your hand tightened, he knew exactly what you meant.

He smirked as he kept his eyes on the road. “Sounds perfect, baby.” You giggled and placed your free hand on his thigh and squeezed him through his jeans. Wooseok hissed when your hand inched up closer to his crotch. “Y/N, I’m driving…”

You giggled as your hand brushed against him. His grip on the steering wheel was very tight as you two hit a red light. “I know, but we aren’t far from my place, so I thought I’d have some fun with you.”

Wooseok let go of your hand and turned to you, “Some fun? I dare you.” He said before kissing you. The light turned green and the car behind you honked their horn, so Wooseok started driving again.

As he drove, he placed his other hand on your bare thigh that wasn’t covered by your shorts. His nails dig into your skin, leaving little crescent-shaped marks. You bit your lip at his stronghold on your thigh, so you decided to place your hand on his growing bulge. Even though it was dark, you were able to see that he was clenching his jaw. You smirked to yourself as you palmed him through his jeans.

“Y/N…” He warned as you approached your apartment building. Once the car was parked, he turned to you, “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get upstairs.” His eyes were dark and full of lust. You couldn’t help but blush at his lewd words. He didn’t always talk to you like that, but you loved hearing him speak to you in such a way.

You couldn’t say anything and the next thing you knew, you were out of his car and at your front door. You quickly unlocked your door while Wooseok was behind you, kissing your neck and his hands were on your hips. You moaned lowly and Wooseok smirked on your skin.

Once you and him were inside your apartment, he locked the door, then he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to your bedroom. He mumbled something about how good you had been looking all night. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” You heard him say. What had gotten into him? He was never this dominant before, but you weren’t complaining.

You followed your man to your room and onto your bed. You laid down and he hovered over you, taking in your body. He bit his lip before he left sloppy kisses all over your neck. You had a low cut shirt on, so your neck and chest were open for him. His kisses were loving but hard and you were already a moaning mess underneath him. Your arms were around his neck, your fingers playing with his soft hair.

He moved his lips up to connect with yours while his hips were grinding into yours. The friction was driving you insane and you felt that you were getting wet; he hadn’t even really touched you yet. “Wooseok,” You breathed out when he pulled away from you. A devilish smirk came across his handsome face, and you knew he had nothing but dirty things on his mind. Wooseok wasn’t the kinkiest man, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve.

He ground his hips into you one more time before he started to remove your cute little top. His lips were all over your skin, leaving little nips here and there. You sat up to remove your bra and he smiled at you; you were such a good girl. He soon attached one of your breasts to his lips and he sucked lightly on your hardening nipple. Once again, your hands were in his hair, tugging slightly. He loved it when you pulled his hair.

His hands were on your legs and they were soon unbuttoning your shorts. He pulled away from your tit so that he could properly remove your shorts. Wooseok was on his knees as he pulled your shorts and panties down in one swift motion. You were now completely bare in front of him, yet he was still fully clothed. “You’re so beautiful..” He mumbled looking your body up and down.

“Wooseok, you need to take something off too.” You pouted. It wasn’t fair that you were the only one naked at the moment, you wanted to see his pretty body.

He chuckled. “In due time, baby.” His hands were on your legs, spreading them so that he could see how ready you were for him. His finger teased your entrance and his fingertip was now coated in your juices. “Already this wet for me? We haven’t even gotten started.” And with that, he slowly thrust his finger inside your wet heat. His thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You moaned softly at the new feeling taking over your body. Wooseok knew how to use his fingers and boy did he use them well.

His sweet lips were back on yours and you could hardly concentrate on his lips when he curled his finger inside you. You moaned into your kiss with him so he added a second finger, stretching you out. He was slow with his movements in you, but it was driving you insane. “Wooseok..please,” you whimpered.

He smirked then he removed his fingers from inside you. You sighed at the loss of contact, but you knew what was coming next. You watched him as he put his fingers in his mouth and licked your juices off them. “Delicious.” He said before winking at you. He removed himself from between your legs and off the bed so that he could strip for you. Your eyes fixated on his physique that you never got tired of looking at. Broad shoulders and a slim waist; he was gorgeous.

Once his clothes were off, you could see just how hard he was. His cock was red and dripping with precum. You wanted to give it a little taste and make him feel as good as he made you feel. Of course, Wooseok was very impatient tonight and he just wanted to be inside you.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand before positioning himself on his knees between your legs again. As impatient as he was, he also wanted to tease you. You were fun to play with, and he loved hearing you moan for him.

Wooseok wrapped your legs around his waist before sliding his cock between your folds and rubbing your clit with the tip. “Fuck!” You moaned as he did that a few times. He liked the feeling of stroking his cock on you like this, and how much you squirmed under him when he did this. Wooseok knew you secretly loved it when he did this to you, so every once in a while he would play with your body like this. One of his hands was toying with your nipple, making you even needier than you were before. His other hand was on your hip, holding it tightly as he thrust his hips into you harshly. You screamed at the sudden intrusion, but you were so relieved to finally have him deep inside you. He went in all the way to the hilt before he slowly pulled out. He moaned feeling your soft walls around him and it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. Wooseok moans always turned you on.

He went in harsh one more time and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Wooseok wasn’t exactly a gentle lover, but he wasn’t usually like this in bed. You never admitted it to him, but you always wanted him to be a little rougher in bed. You were glad you didn’t have to say anything and he’s now drilling into you.

He kept a steady, but rough pace as he thrust into you. His hips connected with yours with each thrust, and now, both of his hands were on your hips. You could feel that there would be slight bruises on your hips by how tight he was holding on to you.

Wooseok removed one of his hands from your hip to move your leg on his shoulder, making him go deeper. Your hands were on his chest and moved their way up to his shoulders, holding on to them tightly as the pleasure was becoming almost too intense for you.

You were moaning and screaming his name as he kept up his new harsh pace. You could hardly keep your eyes open as he pounded into you. “Look at me, baby.” He said and your eyes shot open. The sight before you was something else. His chest was heaving and there was a layer of sweat on his soft skin. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. He looked so hot and you could come just from looking at him.

Your nails were digging into his shoulders as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “Oh, my-OH! Wooseok, I’m s-so close.” You barely got out as the tip of his cock reached your spot.

That devilish smirk came back on his sweet lips and you could see his dimple poke his cheek. A cute contrast to what his body was doing to you. “Say my name.” He said between thrusts.

“WOOSEOK!” You screamed and his hips were starting to falter. By this point, you were moaning and screaming his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. He was fucking you too good. The pleasure was so intense and you could feel that you were going to come undone at any minute.

Wooseok’s hips were starting to falter, so he brought one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing it in harsh circles that matched his rough hips. Again, you were screaming at his movements. Wooseok had a hard time holding off his own orgasm as he looked at you underneath him. Your fucked out body was enough to make him come right then and there, but he was a gentleman; your pleasure always came first.

Your orgasm came at you fast and your voice was hoarse from how much you were moaning for him. Wooseok slowed down his hips as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He kept rubbing on your clit to stimulate you a little more as he came into the condom. He thrust into you a few more times to ride out both your highs before he leaned down to kiss you softly.

He slowly pulled out of you and you could already feel that you were going to be very sore in the morning. Wooseok got rid of the soiled condom and then he collapsed next to you on your bed. Again, his lips were soft as he kissed you; a total contrast to how he was just a few minutes ago.

“You’ve never been like that before. What was that about?” You asked him as you cuddled into his chest.

He chuckled. “I heard you on the phone with your friend the other day. I thought I’d try being a little rough with you. Did you like it? I won't do it again if you didn’t.”

You looked up at him, concern and doubt in his eyes. He was so sweet. “I loved it. I wouldn’t mind if you did it again. I am going to be sore tomorrow though.”

“I’m sorry,” he said sweetly.

You didn’t say anything to him, you just kissed him as you felt a wave of tired hit you. “I love you, Wooseok.”

“I love you too,” And that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

[cyncialwoo]

Pull Up J.WS  (M)

-pairing: fwb! wooseok x female reader ex-boyfriend! changgu x female reader

-genre: angst and smut

-words: 4.8k

-A/n: this is my first work on this platform and i hope you enjoy this! (ps. I really wanted to add a pic of him from the visual motif but it didn’t paste right T^T) >>Masterlist

~~~ It had been a rough week. A hella rough week. Although Wooseok shouldn’t have been complaining. He had known that he was bad when it came to flings. Especially when it comes to you. His old habits of fucking around were too damn hard to break. He knows the many times he had let you down these past years. The many times that he had put you aside for another person then went right back to you. The times you screamed and yelled at him, and the times that you just cried in his arms while he cradled you. Wooseok smiled bitterly while looking down at his glass. God had he messed up. God how it had hurt him when he went to call you only to find out that you had blocked him. He must have deserved it. And he did. And he regretted every decision right now, still knowing that it is way too late for that. He scoffed and gulped down the drink that was in his hand. 

He grabbed his car keys on his kitchen counter. He was going to visit you tonight even if it was going to be the end of him. His breathing was heavy and he was a bit frustrated with himself. How could he be so stupid and continue to be? I mean come on why would you forgive him this time? What was a good reason? There wasn’t. The only reason there was was that now he had really notices how stupid he was and that he probably was in love with you. But were you in love with him. He huffed and ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t even started the car? How could he. This was a bad fucking idea. He wanted to speed down and pull up to your house telling you he loved you but he had nothing. Should he bring flowers? Was there any flower shop open at this time? Would you even accept his flowers? Would you be happy and kiss him? Damn. How he missed your kisses in the morning after you woke up in his bed. The way you’d wake up and just be happy to be with him that you’d pepper kisses all over his face when he was supposedly sleeping. How he’d pretend to be asleep all that time just to receive them from you. His little secret. 

Now Wooseok was smiling to himself. He came to one conclusion: He needed to get flowers.You were stuck in your house crying. You swore to yourself that you hated him. Hated Wooseok. Why did he always have to be a jerk. Why did you love him so fucking much. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You couldn’t just let him play with your heart like that. You’re more than that.. You threw a pillow at the wall. Why were you even guessing yourself over again? All fucking week you’ve been hovering over that goddamn block button and the moment when you press it, you regret it. Your whole world comes down because now you’ve realized how deep you’ve dug this goddamn hole. You had stayed home on and off this week not wanting to run into Wooseok through friends or just on your route to work. That man had a way of coming up into your life. He just loved popping up whenever it felt convenient for him and you hated that. How could he be so goddamn self centered? You threw another pillow. Then shamefully walked to pick the two pillows up because you actually needed to reuse your amo. 

Was it really that bed that just knew you went back on every intention to not see him to wanting to see him? You laughed at yourself and threw a pillow over yourself. You really were in this deep. You proceeded to scream into the pillow loud enough to not disturb the neighbors. When did this even start?Oh, right.You were at a Christmas party in college with all of your friends. You all were absolutely wasted and the music was blaring so loud that sometimes you could only hear the bass as the beat of your heart. It was an amazing nigh so far. You were usually quite a quiet person, but when it came to special occasions like this you were wild. You were dancing on top of a table to a random 2000s song. The whole playlist was composed of them-- ‘cause most of it was lit music. You were jumping and busing random moves with random people cheering you on. At this point you were lost in the moment. Too lost to not notice one turn and you would fall, and you made that turn with someone catching you. You fell into Wooseok's arms and heat immediately reached your face. Your gazes automatically locked. You hadn’t really noticed him before, like really noticed him. Wooseok was just a guy in the group you hung out with. He was very easy to get along with and you hadn’t scraped any deeper than the surface. He put you to the ground immediately and you yelled a ‘woo’ to bring the moment back up.You closed your eyes smiling and when you opened them you were met by Wooseok hovering over you and looking at you with awe. Either that or it was just the liquor in both of your systems. You smiled at him and grabbed his hand. You led him further into the crowd. It was definitely the alcohol  that made you do this. That was your thing, not a logical reason at the time. It wasn’t because  you were dying to see that gaze for the whole night. You danced with him for the rest of the night. He didn’t try to leave, nor did you. You had heard a few things about Wooseok in the past, how he was such a seducer. You hadn’t believed that till now as your hips swayed and he spinned you. He was really good at this. He was so damn tall too. You tugged on his shirt for him to reach down to you. You smiled at him and tried to make yourself taller to whisper into his ear. You whispered in his ear, “I want to kiss you.” He smirked. When you looked at him he fucking smirked. He bent down more and his hand grazed your face. He smiled before he kissed you. You kissed him back and could’ve sworn that no one's lips were ever that soft. You pulled back after a few seconds. He stared at you intensely and you wanted to hide. You hugged him and  stuffed your face into his chest. You could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed. His hand went to your head and caressed it. You smiled while he began to sway you two. You smiled and laughed looking up at him. You smiled back and you reached back up to give him a kiss this time. This kiss was filled with more passion than the last. It was something so sweet. Definitely a drive for what you were about to do, or maybe it was the alcohol. You tugged onto his shirt and he bent down to reach you. You whispered in his ear, “I want to go home, wanna join?” Wooseok looked at you for a moment. He stared as if he was asking you if you were sure about this. Fuck that. You dragged him out of the part grabbing your and his jacket on the way out. You giggled once you were outside the building. You handed him his jacket and kissed him on the lips. You giggled as you pulled away and he laughed back. “We can go in my car. I’m still a bit sober.” Wooseok said. You blinked your eyes. He started to walk to his car. You followed behind. Sober was he? But he does this usually right? He’s a flirt to those who talk of him. You felt a bit stupid. Once you got into the car his hand went straight to your thigh. A sly smirk formed on your lip and you had the urge to lean over and kiss him. You did so receiving a squeeze to your thigh and his hand slid further up. You bit your lip and looked over to him. He had a slight smirk on his face as he turned the corner. All you could think about was how large his hands were on your thighs and how much space they could possibly fill up inside of you. You sunk deeper into the chair, your body was relaxing more. Wooseok noticed the change in your posture and moved his hands further up, going beneath your skirt. He played with the fabric making your ability to breathe a bit harder. You bit your lip as he went under the fabric of your panties and played with your folds.A small guilt crept up that you weren’t doing much for him at all. You looked towards him again. “Wooseok?” He hummed back as a response. His attention was still focused on the road. He had squeezed your thigh while giving you a side glance, but you had stayed quiet. “Is there something wrong?” Wooseok said with a little concern. You sucked in a breath. “Is there anything that I could do for you?” You watched Wooseok with anticipation as he cracked a smile. Alcohol often made you vulnerable and by the looks of it he noticed. Your lips slightly curved down. “Are you making fun of me..?” Wooseok let out a little laugh, not really making matters any better. “No, I'm not a sweetheart. You just sounded so cute there.” He smiled and it was warm and happy. “Don’t worry about me either because tonight it’s about me treating you well. Don’t think I forgot about what Changgu did. You deserve to be loved and treated like a princess.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           You blushed, he was actually quite a charmer. Although, the statement about Changgu had left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. That whole ordeal was another story for another time and you were still quite sour about it. Wooseok's hand rested on your thigh now. He slowly rubbed it, trying his best to make you feel better. Wooseok was now looking back at you frequently, having half of his attention on you. The rest of the car ride was silent after that. Wooseok stopped making moves in order to not step over the bounds again, and you couldn't seem to find  a good icebreaker. The alcohol slowly makes you a bit sleepy. You quickly shook it off and looked back at Wooseok. Part of you knew that if you fell asleep now you wouldn’t get laid and those hands. You hand found its place on top of his. You grabbed his hand and led it back to your inner thigh. Wooseok took a sigh. It wasn’t loud at all. If you hadn’t been so on edge due to your raging emotions you might have heard it. He usually wasn’t one to get too caught up in these type of things but suddenly when you had fallen in his arms tonight and him knowing why you had drank so much he couldn’t help but feel his heart soften. His fingers traced circles onto your skin. They slowly creeped up to your panties and rubbed on them. “Take these off..” Wooseok demanded. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was definitely an octave lower than what it usually was. You hummed in response, picking your body up to take them off. You let them fall  to the floor as Wooseok parked the car. You looked at him with a confused look. “Why would you ask me to take them off if we were already this close?” He turned to you and smirked. “Maybe because I didn't want you to walk in my house with them?” He looked at you with a serious look before he dropped it then started laughing. You didn’t really get where the punchline was, but his laugh was just so inviting for you to join him. He led you into the apartment complex to his own apartment. You followed closely behind him holding his hand. Once both of your feet were past the threshold he locked his lips onto yours and closed the door behind you. He hiked you onto the door, your legs wrapped around his waist like you had done this before with him. He held you in his arms and carried you to his room. Wooseok was much larger than you and made sure to be gentle with you. Compared to him you were so tiny and he didn’t want to hurt you. He really was serious about treating you tonight. His kisses went from your lips to your jaw to your neck. He slowly sucked on random places while his hands were working to get your dress off of you. You whined when he pulled away to remove the dress over your head. Once your dress was off he had stopped to stare like he was in a trance. Even though that moment felt like it could go on forever he snapped out of it now focusing on getting his own clothes off of himself. He was quick with it too. Wooseok didn’t dress up too much, his style was fashionable but simple. Once he had the last piece of clothing off he crawled towards you on the bed and kissed you again. Now he let his hands roam wherever they wanted– to your boobs, waist, thighs, and the place you needed it the most. He pressed a digit onto your hole before dragging it and pressing it onto your clit. Wooseok smirked when he heard another whine come to your lips. He pressed down one again and circled your clit while he made his mouth busy by kissing your tummy. You let out another whine when Wooseok stopped his movements. It wasn’t too long before he had inserted his finger into your hole. You let out a shaky moan as he added another lengthy finger. He pumped them slowly into you while making small scissor movements. Your eyes were closed, focused on the feeling of his fingers as his pace.  You could feel your orgasm getting closer and your body squirmed with anticipation. You were so close then– Wooseok pulled his fingers away from you. Your eyes shot wide open and you glared at him. One of his eyebrows shot up in amusement. “I was debating on treating you tonight, but I honestly don’t have enough patience for that.” Wooseok moved from his position on the bed to move closer to you. He kissed you again. The kiss started off sweet and slow as maybe an apology, but he got impatient again and the kiss turned heated. He moved his body to hover above yours. He kissed your neck  and lined himself to your entrance before entering you. You watched Wooseok as his eyebrows creased in the middle and his mouth hung open.  It’s when he started to move that you got caught up in your own pleasure. You let your hands roam all over his body, first his arms then his shoulders then to his neck. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him closer towards you. Your lips enclosed into a fast sloppy kiss as Wooseok’s hips slammed into yours. You moaned loudly as he it your spot. Your head hit his pillow and you pushed your body into his. He took this as a chance to thrust harder into you as you heels him as close as you could, You kissed his neck sloppily to busy yourself. He whimpered every time you nipped at his neck. You marked him as he had probably marked you from before.You tapped Wooseok’s back as a signal that you were close. You picked up your leg as an attempt to help the orgasm as Wooseok quickened his pace a bit.“You can wait for me right sweetheart?” He looked down at you, and you nodded. Your grip on him grew tighter as he chased for his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier as you two got closer to your orgasms. Your thighs started shaking.

“I don’t think I can hold on any lo-” Wooseok thrusted one last time hitting your spot before he quickly pulled out and ejaculated on your stomach. He hovered over you looking down as he tried to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned down and gave you a soft peck on your cheek.

“I'm going to get something to clean you up, okay?” Wooseok's voice was softer now. There was care laced into it and you couldn’t help but feel warm about it. He got off the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers to put on before he left your room. You giggled as he struggled to put one of his legs through the hole. He was back as fast as he was out. He held a towel that he had run hot water over with and cleaned you with it before setting it on the nightstand. “I should get you something to cover yourself with– hang on.” Wooseok moved somewhere across the room. It was too dark for your worn out body. He was too cute though. The way Wooseok was now alert and frantic about getting you the care that you need. He came back to the bed with a large white tee. You slipped into it easily and you scooted over for him. He had also put on a pair of sweatpants while you were busy admiring him. You cuddled into Wooseok’s embrace once he got  under the covers with you. You stared at him even going as far as to squint your eyes.  You smiled before saying, “You’re so hot woo~ Why didn’t I notice it before?” Your hand was in his hair.

He looked at you before humming. “Because of him..” That hit you like a truck. Of course. How could you always forget about Changgu so easily?  You responded with a small ’oh’ before you snuggled back into his chest and slept. ~~~~~ That’s how it all started. You end up in Wooseok’s bed, and the countless times it repeated after that. Surprisingly, you two had managed to keep it a secret from your friend group. They were very nosey when it came to everyone's love life, and considering your breakup they would push you with random guys whenever you guys went out. Wooseok always watched you closely. He gave you a stare that meant not to bother with those guys you were being pushed towards and for some reason you listened.

At some point that rule seemed to be lost because you had heard from those same friends that Wooseok had started sleeping around again. That caused some sort of possessiveness to rise up in you because you had snapped at them to be quiet about it. You still remember their reaction to it. They never talked about it– for a couple of days at least. You smiled a bit to yourself. You cried a bit more and you missed Wooseok. You especially missed his arms around you cradling you every time you cried.Then you had an idea– a bad one. What was the reason Wooseok had made the move in the first place? Changgu. How could you pay back a little bit? Changgu. You did feel a little guilty for trying to use him, but it’s not like he gave a shit about you. He made that one clear when he had broken up with you and confessed that he had felt nothing for two months. At the time that had broken you. Maybe that’s why you found yourself at that party- going crazy. Maybe that’s why you had ended up in Wooseok’s arms.

You dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring. “Hello?”

God his voice gave you goosebumps– and not the good kind. “Come over. Same passcode.” You hung up before he could reject you. Even somewhere you had hoped that he wouldn‘t come over. You were hoping that he would reject you, but he had noticed the way your voice sounded. He heard the hurt that was underneath the confidence, and so he showed up coming in. He let himself into your room and hugged you. No he didn’t love for you or care for you in that manner, but he did still care for your feelings. 

You hugged him, sinking into his embrace. You somehow managed to cry more and tell Changgu everything that had been on your mind for the past four months. When Changgu heard about your hook-up with Wooseok something changed in him. He had changed his whole mood. His gaze turned darker and he was still holding you but a little tighter.

Changgu couldn’t take the fact that Wooseok would do something like that to you. He felt some Possessiveness creeping into him. Thank god he didn’t know about it when it went down because he might’ve beat Wooseok up. He held your chin and pulled it towards him. The look of hurt in your eyes was still as big as it was before. He leaned in to kiss you. That was it for you. You melted in the love filled kiss, or what was supposed to be. 

The truth is that Changgu was filled with a sort of jealousy. That was something he made clear in the kiss. The physical touch that you had been craving was filled. The feeling of being with Changgu was so similar but so foreign. Have you really gotten used to Wooseok’s touch? Or was it that Changgu had once again lost his loving touch that was placed with the roughness of his burning jealousy. Maybe it was both. Your hands were so easy to travel to his hair pulling him more towards you. Your body already knew to straddle him. How soft his touch felt as he picked you up and carried you to your own bed. He gave you that same look that he used to always give you and you stripped while he did too. He leaned closer into you for another possessive kiss.

“You were always mine, and I’ll make you mine again.” Changgu kissed and nipped your neck to mark you. Part of you knew what was going on and the other part of you wanted to continue to live in that ignorant bliss. The bliss of his wants playing with your breasts as he kissed your neck. You buckle your hips to his. No one needed to know what was going on between the two of you.

“Needy, are we?” Changgu rubbed your side as he picked his head up to look you in the eyes. You nodded. Changgu chuckled and shook his head as he lined himself up and pushed in. God how you needed this sort of release, this sort of intimacy. You rolled your hips onto his. If one thing was for certain Changgu made sure to leave marks on your body. He was pounding into you like there was really no tomorrow. He let a hand snake up to your neck and press down on it. You let your eyes shut as you arched your back in ecstasy and came. 

You heard Changgu chuckle again, “Oh, really? It took you that quick to cum?” Changgu caressed your side as he now chased for his own orgasm. “I guess… he wasn’t that good at pleasuring you then.” You whined into response to his words. You weren’t really sure of what it meant yourself. Was it because you hadn’t gotten a good orgasm from Changgu for so long, or you miss the orgasms that Wooseok gave you? Changgu took it the first way which pulled him to his own climax.  Have you treated you softly, finally coming down from his height of jealousy, you felt guilty. 

One thing was for certain, you still missed Wooseok. Even when Changgu went to help dress you and clean up any mess that you two made, it still felt distant. You missed the personal-ness that you had with Wooseok. He always made you laugh and feel good in anyway that it was. Sleeping with Changgu didn’t fix it. It didn’t fill that Wooseok-sized hole that was in your heart.

By the time morning arrived Changgu was gone. You sulked back underneath the covers. It’s okay no one will know about it.. Like how no one knew what you had going on about Wooseok. You convinced yourself to get off of your bed. Slowly… step by step. 

Your phone rang and you picked it up right away. It was your friend screaming over the phone. “YOU SLEPT WITH YEO CHANGGU? ARE YOU OKAY?! YOU NEVER DO THAT KIND OF SHIT” You could’ve sworn that your heartbeat was speeding up with every word that this woman spoke.

“FIRST OF ALL SHH! SECOND OF ALL, why don’t you let me explain to you before you go arounds screaming at me?”

“Yes.. Yes.. Now tell me what the hell is going on with you!” You explained to her the feelings of loneliness of not being close to anyone. It was Wooseok who you were desperately missing his touch that you wanted, you knew that deep inside of you but you couldn’t say that. That would cause a disaster. You really blamed it on the break-up like you did every time you and Wooseok fought and your friends caught you spending all day in your room.The only thing that wasn’t clicking to you about this whole situation was how the fuck she found out about this. You for sure hadn’t told anyone.

 A spark of anger lit inside of you when you realized that Changgu probably told everyone. All the words that he was saying in bed clicked. Personally, he was infuriated by the fact that Wooseok had taken advantage of you in that state and then fucked you over at the same time, maybe worse than he did. You only hoped that Wooseok hadn’t heard  of it yet. Wooseok had heard about it much earlier than you had. He had woken up to a headache, probably the hangover, and to his phone blowing up. His heart started racing, it was a good racing like the type that you get when you’re excited for something. He hoped that you had finally unblocked him and texted him. Then when he saw it was from a group message he had rolled his eyes. Although Still curious, he had opened it to check what it was about. The subject, yours and Changgu's intimate exchange, was something that he couldn’t take.

 Then his heart started pounding, the kind that beats at your chest so hard that it hurt. Now he knew. He knew deep down inside that he couldn’t wait a second longer to go and visit you. He knew that he just couldn’t stand by anymore and let the time pass by. He knew that he had to clear things up between him and you for him to somehow be okay and live with himself. He didn’t even take the time to get too dressed up, just the small things that you would say about his clothes he made sure to pay attention to and apply it to his outfit. He stopped at a CVS too to get flowers. Girls always love flowers right? They’re always nice to receive right?

By the time he reached your house he couldn’t control his tears of fear of losing you. His knocking was more like banging., which made you scared in the beginning. You were crying too in fear that now Wooseok wouldn’t want you and that he had seen you differently. Barely holding back your tears you went to meet Wooseok at the door. You opened the door slowly and peeked your head out to meet a crying Wooseok. It broke your heart to see him like that. You opened the door widely and just hugged him, repeating your apologies to him. Wooseok dropped the flowers to hug you back and cry with you. He caressed you back as you cries and repeated it's okay and apologized too. It went on like that for a while, just the two of you in each other’s arms crying. Wooseok leaned his head against yours looking deep into your eyes while sniffling. “I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He cried a bit again.

“Me too. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You sniffled again, kind of laughing now. Wooseok reached your face to brush off some of the tears that still remained.

He kissed your tear stains before saying, “Promise me that you'll unblock me and become my love.” He held out his pinky.

You laughed, how could he still be this cute and sincere. You connected your pinky with his and closed your eyes with a smile. “I promise.”

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

5k Timestamp Masterlist

Thank you all so much for participating! All of the timestamps from the event will stay linked on this post as well as being in the groups master lists! Thank you all for the well wishes and recent birthday wishes! I hope to post some big things in a little while if I can stay on top of things!

Ateez

Seonghwa - (timestamp) vampire!seonghwa + overstimulation (reader receiving) - 11:26 Seonghwa + breeding kink Yunho -  bad boy!yunho, thigh riding, and 11:57pm - 20:20 bf!yunho+hand kink + female+ fingering San -  01:24 + idol! SAN and staff y/n + costume (what he wore in I’m the one mv) sex - 23:59 with San with cunnilingus and a sub! reader Mingi -  23:32 + mingi + breeding kink Wooyoung -  (02:15) wooyoung and marking kink - 10:20 -> dom! wooyoung and morning sex Jongho - 4:13 am incubus!jongho x reader + facesitting - 15:30, jongho + humping + cracking apples - 2AM + Jongho + Slow fingering

Dreamcatcher JiU / Minji -  (1:05am) jiu/minji + female reader + edging + mommy kink Handong -  (22:19) CEO! Handong + overstimulation (reader receiving it) Yoohyeon - (timestamp) hybrid!yoohyeon + bathtub sex

Mamamoo Moonbyul / Byulyi - (timestamp) biker!moonbyul + female reader + strapon sex (moonbyul receiving) Wheein -  2:04am + wheein + female reader + fingering + praise kink

Pentagon Jinho -  9:20 pm, hybrid!Jinho (whichever animal you think fits him!) × non hybrid female reader, sex Hui / Hoetaek -  (9:34 AM) Huitaek + female reader + pegging Shinwon - [timestamp] best friend!shinwon, fem reader, lighthearted/goofy sex Yanan - (timestamp) yanan and cis female reader with facesitting Yuto -  (12:18 AM) Yuto x dom!reader x marking Wooseok  - [timestamp] Wooseok, gender neutral reader, mutual guided masturbation

Seventeen Seungcheol -  [12:30 pm] wolf hybrid! Seungcheol + wolf!hybrid! Reader +sex Jeonghan - 10:30pm + idol!jeonghan + bunny!hybrid! female reader + overstimulation (female receiving) - 11:09 + playful jeonghan + fem reader + oral Joshua - (12:05) + idol!Joshua + idol!Female reader + spooning cockwarning Junhui - {timestamp} + idol! Jun + idol! female reader + dry humping - [03.45am] dom!jun + female reader + sloppy spooning sex Soonyoung - [timestamp] childhood best friend!soonyoung + gn!reader + body worship Jihoon - timestamp + fratboy!Jihoon + female reader + breeding - 11:30p.m + idol!woozi + female reader + rough sex (not necessarily w power dynamics) Seokmin - 10:33 + switch!seokmin + hand kink - (Timestamp) + dom!seokmin + fingering + praise kink Mingyu - (Time stamp) mingyu + incubus + thigh riding Minghao - 8:10 pm + Minghao + female reader + edging - (timestamp) sub!minghao + exhibitionism Seungkwan -  timestamp (any time you want) for Seungkwan + thigh riding + praise kink - 6:02pm, Seungkwan, Co-workers au, dry humping Hansol - 11:22 Hansol + fem!Reader + body worship - 20:32 + fwb vernon + female reader Chan - chan, 10:47pm, and car sex

Twice Nayeon -  14:54 + nayeon + soft choking kink Momo - (01:23) momo + practice room sex + bodyworship (reader giving) Sana -  19:45 dom!sana+strapon+biting kink Mina - (timestamp) + Dom!Mina + female reader + hair pulling Dahyun - (timestamp) dom!dahyun + fem!reader + thigh riding + mommy!kink Chaeyoung - 13:00 x ceo!male!reader x gf!Chaeyoung x Overstimulation Tzuyu - (03:33) vampire!Tzuyu + human reader + blindfold sex

[hyungwonmyheart]

Never Enough

Group: Pentagon Pairing: Wooseok x Female Reader Words: 2,053 Tags: smut, finger sucking, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie Summary: After spending the day out and about, you nearly pounce on Wooseok when you return home. You can’t get enough of each other.

“Baby--” Wooseok groaned between kisses.

“Hm?” Your hands traveled up his shirt, where they tweaked his nipples playfully.

He gasped, quickly putting his hands on your shoulders and stopping you. He held you at arm’s length. “What’s the hurry? We just walked in the door. Not to mention, we’ve got all night.”

You stared up at your boyfriend with a pout. “That’s the point! I’ve been holding it in ever since you put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans!”

Wooseok quirked an eyebrow. That was hours ago while you were shopping. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was a turn-on for you…” His voice dropped a bit as his grip on your shoulders lessened.

You lifted one of your hands to his and caressed your cheek against his palm. “Anything to do with your hands is a turn-on for me,” you cooed, dragging your tongue along his index finger.

Licking his lips, he tried not to completely melt from your seduction, but it was working quite well on him. “Is that so?” He asked, pressing his finger down onto your tongue.

Your tongue massaged it as an answer, making sure to get it nice and wet as Wooseok enjoyed the show.

It was when your mouth closed around his finger when a switch seemed to visibly flip in his eyes. His finger was out of your mouth and you were being dragged to the bedroom in record time. He didn’t bother turning on the light. No, he tossed you onto the mattress and quickly kicked off his shoes.

You did the same, having been in too much of a hurry earlier to bother with it. As he shed his shirt, you were already working on your jeans. He climbed onto the bed to kneel beside you and assisted in yanking your pants off. Once they were tossed aside, his hand dove under your panties to drag itself up the length of your pussy.

“You weren’t joking,” he commented, pulling his finger back out to present the way it glistened, even in the faint light of the sunset coming through the window. “You’ve been horny all day, huh?”

Your face grew hot. You went to turn your head away with bashfulness, but were attracted to the sound of his zipper instead. Glancing over, you saw him tug down his pants and underwear, making his hard cock pop out of it. The size never ceased to astound you.

Wooseok stroked himself a few times before he inched forward and hovered by your mouth. “Is this what you craved? Do you want my dick?”

When you lifted your eyes and met his, your heart raced at the look of pure lust in them. You nodded. Parting your lips, you gently glided your tongue down his shaft as you brought him as far into your mouth as you could. You turned a bit onto your side to make it easier to bob your head on him.

Grunting at the blissful sensation of your mouth working so earnestly to please him, Wooseok relished it for another moment until his hand found your panties again. Slipping under them, it nudged your legs apart to ease its middle finger into your dripping warmth.

You cried out around his cock. His finger pressed deeply within you, swirling around and stirring you up. You tried your best to focus more on sucking, but his hand was distracting.

When he realized you were having trouble, he quietly murmured, “Relax.”

You inhaled slowly before your jaw went slack.

Smirking at your obedience, Wooseok drew his hips back and thrust to the back of your throat. Meanwhile, his hand slid another finger inside you and curled them to vigorously rub against that wonderful spot he knew you loved.

You nearly gagged on his cock, but clamped your eyes shut as he continued fucking your mouth. Your body was trembling with anticipation as you felt something incredible building in the pit of your stomach.

Before either of you could reach release, Wooseok forced himself to pull away from you. He was met with a loud huff of frustration. He chuckled at that reaction. Wrapping his fingers around his length again, he slowly pumped his hand along it while smiling at you. “What would you have done if you couldn’t wait for this while we were out today?” He inquired.

Seeing that smug look on your boyfriend’s face almost made your eyes roll. “Probably would’ve dragged you home right then and there,” you replied.

“Oh? You wouldn’t have wanted to do something adventurous?” He asked, kicking his pants off and crawling over to rest his hips between your legs. “We could have slipped into a dressing room…” He rubbed his fingers, wet with your arousal, against your clothed pussy. “I would have pulled these aside--” They hooked under the crotch of your panties and held them off to the side. “--and fucked you against the mirror.” He teased the head of his cock at your entrance with his other hand. “We should try that sometime. What do you say?”

You were quaking now, clearly on the edge of losing your mind if he didn’t shove that glorious work of art into you that second. “A-Anything. Any...Anytime. I’d do anything for you,” you fumbled over words while he played with your body and mind.

He perked up at that declaration. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he mused, pressing his head in ever-so slightly.

“FUCK ME ALREADY,” you abruptly shouted, unable to take it anymore.

Clapping a hand over your mouth, Wooseok shoved his fingers past your lips and let you suck on them. He shushed you. “You’re going to make the neighbors hate us,” he scolded.

Tears brimmed your eyes as they pleaded with him. “Ah neehd hwo,” you attempted to say around his fingers, which tasted strongly of your juices.

The moment he thrust as far as he could into your pussy, your pupils were blown wide and a guttural groan was stifled by his hand. He drew his hips back and pushed in again, hitting your womb in a powerful movement.

Your cheeks were stained with tears as they now fell, though you were whimpering in utter pleasure.

Withdrawing his saliva-soaked fingers from your mouth, Wooseok cupped your cheek and lovingly gazed down at you. “Baby, you look so beautiful right now,” he exclaimed. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes! It’s what I always want,” you panted. You ground your hips down as they met his.

He sighed and nipped at your lips. “I wish I could give it to you all the time, my little minx.”

Your entire body was aflame with desire, especially at his words. He’d never called you that before, and for some reason it sounded sweet coming from such a man. You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his butt with urgency. “Harder.”

Wooseok sat up and gripped onto your hips, all while your back arched off the bed. He began to pound into you with such reckless abandon that you had to cover your own mouth to stop a scream. The pace he worked up to was enough to make you grip onto one of his wrists, your nails clinging onto him for dear life. Try as you might to keep your voice down, there were constant moans filling the room from both of you.

“Fuck, baby,” Wooseok groaned warningly. “I have to pull out.”

You shook your head. “In-Inside,” you begged.

His eyes rolled back as he gave you one final thrust and filled you with hot streams of cum. He leaned his head backwards to absently stare at the ceiling for a while. He clearly needed a moment to recover.

When he was ready, Wooseok swiftly drew back his hips and fell out of you. He was in a daze as his eyes traveled the length of your body, all the way to your pussy where his cum was beginning to seep out. Before it could drip onto the bedding, he gathered the cum with his finger and smeared it back onto your eager hole.

Your face was flushed, hot with embarrassment as the tip of his finger dipped into you. Your eyes dropped between his legs to discover that your lover was still very aroused. You clenched around his finger as its second knuckle reached into you. When his name left your lips in a shaky breath, it seemed to finally bring him back to reality.

Removing his finger from you, he stroked his cock to make sure it was firm again before he slapped it against your warmth. “You didn’t come yet, minx,” Wooseok said, voice low with lust. “I’m gonna make you come.” He slowly guided his head back into you before he thrust as deeply as he could.

You mewled in pleasure. Reaching up to grasp the back of his neck, you yanked him down into a rushed, sloppy kiss.

His breath was hot as he fervidly returned the kiss. Sliding a hand between your bodies, his fingers found your sensitive bundle of nerves to rub. He felt you gasp against his lips and took the opportunity to kiss down your chin and neck before he stopped at your chest. Twirling one of your nipples with his tongue, he continued bucking into you, using all of his energy to send you over the edge.

As your fingers and toes went numb, a sudden blinding sensation hit you like a freight train as your body erupted in bliss. You couldn’t help but scream, “I’M COMING!” at the top of your lungs. While you came down off your high and Wooseok pumped into you through your orgasm, you were absently rambling, “Oh my god. Wooseok. Oh my GOD. I love you. I love you!”

“Mm, I love you, too,” he responded, his pace unrelenting. “You love when I fuck my cum into you, don’t you?”

You nodded rigorously, your hips still moving against his.

“Do you want more of my cum?”

“Yes!” You cried.

Hooking his arms under your knees, he angled your legs further back as he pounded into you. His deep voice carried to your ear, “I’m gonna cum. Are you going to take it, baby?”

You weren’t sure what came over you when you begged, “Come in my mouth!” The heat of the moment had your mind in an all-out sanity-consuming fog.

Those words alone had Wooseok’s face red all the way to his ears. If that was what you wanted, he wasn’t going to miss his chance to dirty your pretty face. With a predatory growl--which you’d never heard him make before--he was out of you and straddling your chest in seconds. He stroked himself with determination until his hips twitched, coaxing his release out into your mouth, opened wide just for him.

Even though he was aiming for your tongue, some seemed to have missed and ended up on your cheek. You swallowed what you could before dragging your tongue along his throbbing head as it softened. With a pitiful whine, you collapsed back onto the bed. Your eyes lifted to meet Wooseok’s.

He was brushing hair off his forehead, but his gaze wouldn’t stray from you. He was surveying your body, a cum-covered hot mess, as he sat back onto the bed. “Was that good for you, baby?” He asked, genuinely concerned if he had gone too far.

You smiled at him, smitten to bits with his curiosity. “Of course...but--”

He quirked an eyebrow. “‘But’?”

Wiping the cum from your cheek onto your tongue, you ended up giggling as he ogled the sight. “I can never get enough of you,” you exclaimed, teasing a foot along his inner thigh.

Wooseok’s eyes widened. He suddenly forced his eyes away from you by covering his face.

“What’s wrong?!” You asked, sitting up. Was what you did odd? Were your words overzealous?

Wooseok shook his head. “Nothing...I’m just glad I’m not the only one…” He glanced at you between his fingers, face still beet-red.

A laugh escaped you as you tackled him down onto the bed. He was too cute. Where did that feral part of his personality disappear to? You’d lured it out once...Perhaps you could do it again.

[gamerwoo]

(header by the lovely & talented @akirabfs​)

Hongseok: Bittersweet (Intro 3/3 -- hongseok’s friends)

Characters: Hongseok x female reader

Genre/warnings: college au, sugar daddy au, gamer/streamer au, fluff, angst, crack, maybe implied smut but idk if there will be actual smut???

Summary: You were looking for a sugar daddy to make more money. Hongseok was looking for a sugar baby to get his friends off his back. But once you find out what he’s using you for, you don’t want anything to do with him. Unfortunately, you love his money more than you hate him.

a/n: more about the characters below the cut!!!

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hongseok: is the man of the hour. he’s beautiful and knows it, he’s charming and knows it, and he’s loaded and doesn’t know what to do with it lmao. he’s gone his entire college career without a relationship because he’s only had flings and one-night stands because that’s just how he is. because of that, his friends won’t get off his back about having an actual relationship, so he decides to use his wealth and good looks to become a sugar daddy.

jinho: is one of the top music majors at the university, but he’s also 100% done with college and his friends most of the time. he doesn’t have the time or patience to put up with anybody’s bullshit. he’s one of the only responsible ones.

hui: is just trying to do his best. he loves two things: music, and making people happy. but despite his pure intentions, his friends do nothing but pick on him. he’s not the brightest person anyway, so it’s pretty easy to rag on him. but he just wants what’s best for his friends and for everyone to be happy.

shinwon: will create chaos if there is none. he’s never been one for “normal” and he’s absolutely shameless. with shinwon, nothing’s ever boring.

changgu: merely exists. he’s just out here trying to do his best, really. he does’t really have the time to keep up with his friend’s shenanigans but he will check in once in a while because he wants to know what’s happening.

hyunggu: goes by kino, and he’s trying to make it as a singer/producer. he always tries to do the right thing or make the best decisions. he’s kind of the voice of reason.

wooseok: is like shinwon where he creates chaos and thrives from it. he likes seeing how things play out, but often times doesn’t even know what’s going on himself. he’s just here for a good time.

(yanan and yuto were included in the other intros so i didn’t add them here but just know they’re both in this friend group)

[gwentoryfics]

Hot for Teacher, Part 10.

GENRE | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

PAIRING | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

WORDS | 11.3k

SUMMARY | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

WARNINGS | Swearing. Phone sex. Video sex. Masturbation (male and female). Pillow humping.

PARTS | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • More Coming Soon

NOTE | The smut MAY have gotten a little out of hand this time... NO REGERTS. Also sorry that it took me so long to finally finish & post this. Anxiety, depression, and long work weeks really suck.

TAGS | @astralsweetness, @bearboyunho, @day6grams, @heyheydee7, @hhhongseok, @honeyutoda, @kkxn0, @precious-seungwooya, @seraplantery, @smilechannie​, @the-deviant-world, @yeosang-ponytail​

“Jinho?”

You’re completely frozen in place as you stare at your brother, as bright eyed as he’s ever been, standing just across the lobby. He stands on his tiptoes to wave as people pass between you both, and then he’s walking towards you.

Jinho, your big brother, is here. He’s right here.

You finally break out of your shock, vision growing blurry with tears as you rush towards him, abandoning your grip on your suitcase as soon as he pulls you into a hug.

“_____, I missed you!” Jinho squeezes you tightly, and you notice his body is much more solid than it used to be.

“Jinho…” You weakly whimper his name as the tears begin to fall, still in utter disbelief that after so long you finally get the chance to see him again. You haven’t heard a word from him since the day he disappeared. 

“Come on, _____, don’t cry.” He pats your back but doesn’t make any attempt to let you go. 

Even with your arms securely wrapped around him, you still can't comprehend the fact that he's here and he's alive and he's here.

Jinho waits until you finally release him, giving you all the time you need to hold him close. He gives you the warmest smile, and as much as it soothes you, it also makes you suddenly, incredibly angry.

"Where did you go?" You ask, frustration thick in your voice. "Why did you leave? Why haven't I heard anything from you?"

Jinho's smile fades, but he seems understanding of your pain. "Let's talk about it in the car, okay?"

You nod, overwhelmed by all of the emotions flooding you. Jinho grabs the handle of your bag and leads you out into the parking lot. You tightly grasp the sleeve of his coat as you walk together, afraid that he could slip away from you at any moment.

Once you’re finally on the road and headed home, he speaks up. “You know how mom and dad wanted you to be a secretary? Or a housewife? They’ve been telling you basically since you could walk that they already decided what you should do with your life and that their plan was the best plan. Right?”

You hum quietly in agreement. They had always been vocal about what they wanted for you.

“They did that to me, too, I’m sure you remember.”

“Yeah, I lost count of the number of times I heard them telling family and neighbors about how you were going to take over the farm one day.”

“It’s suffocating. It felt like I had no control over my life, like I couldn’t actually do what I wanted to do.”

“What did you want to do?”

Jinho sighs, shifting in his seat as you coast down the street, headed for the country. “I didn’t really know what I wanted to do. I still don’t. All I knew was that I wanted to make my own decision. So I joined the Army.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up a little straighter, surprised. “What?”

Jinho lets out a short laugh at your response. “Yeah, it just seemed like the right way to go. I didn’t have a plan for university or for a career, so I thought joining the Army would let me get away from home for a while, let me meet some new people.”

“Jinho, how does that make any sense? You left home because you had no freedom, so you joined the Army, where you also have no freedom?”

“I never said it was a good idea, or even the right one. But it’s the choice I made. I got to make that decision,” Jinho responds bitterly. A little softer, he says, “I didn’t have the balls you have to uproot your whole life in pursuit of a passion, to tell mom and dad that you won’t do as they say. So I just had to leave, had to disappear.”

You chew on your lip, processing everything he’s shared with you, but one question remains: “Why did you have to abandon me, too?”

“It felt like the only way. It felt like I needed full separation from my life here, and you were unfortunately part of that. I feel awful about it and I never should have removed myself from your life like that. You’re my little sister,” He looks over at you fondly, but it’s bittersweet. “And I’m your big brother. I’m supposed to be there for you but I was selfish and left you to fend for yourself. I am so, so sorry for that.”

You hate to admit it, but you understand where he’s coming from. It makes sense. You just hate that it made you feel so shitty and like you didn’t mean anything to him. But you’ve always loved your big brother, and honestly you’re so happy to have him back that it’s feeling more and more difficult to continue being upset with him. Still, you put on a pout. “Maybe if you buy me some ice cream before we get home, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

“You’ve got it. One large chocolate cone for my favorite baby sister, comin’ right up.” He heartily agrees to it, and you smile.

“How long are you home for?”

“It’s indefinite. I’m done with the Army.”

“Really? What are you going to do now?”

Jinho laughs. “No idea. But that’s kind of freeing. Like I can just decide to do anything now.”

“That’s true,” you laugh with him. “And no matter what you end up choosing, I’m proud of you for figuring it out your own way.”

With a fond smile, he says, “Thanks, _____. And I’m proud of you for following your heart and doing what you love, despite whatever bullshit mom and dad try to shove down our throats.”

Oh, if only he knew just how much you’ve been following your heart… But you’re not ready to tell him all of that right now, if at all. The two of you used to be really close growing up, but him leaving obviously drove a pretty big wedge between you. It doesn’t feel right to tell him exactly what you’ve been up to at school.

Besides, it feels really nice to just let yourself get away from the drama, to just relax in the car with your brother on your way home, with the promise of ice cream in the very near future. You want to enjoy this just a little while longer before you’re forced back into contemplating your predicament.

All of the boys in your life can wait. The only one that matters right now is Jinho.

When you finally pull into the driveway, it feels like a weight lifts up off of your shoulders. It’s so good to be home; you love the excitement of the city, but there’s something so peaceful about the small farm town where you grew up.

Your parents are both thrilled to have you home, of course, and the four of you stay up a little too late just to enjoy being a full family again. Regardless of the circumstances of Jinho’s disappearance, it doesn’t seem like your parents are holding any grudges. You’re really thankful for that.

The next day, the Thanksgiving festivities kick off with a trip to your grandparents’ house where your dad’s large family crowds around the tables in the living room, dining room, and kitchen. The food is incredible, the relatives are loud, and everything just feels right… Although you can’t help but be excited about moving on to the next house for dinner.

After a few hours of eating and visiting with your relatives, your family piles back into the car and heads to your mom’s brother’s place--more specifically, Minseo’s childhood home.

As expected, Minseo tackles you as soon as you walk in the door, smothering you with a hug and squealing about how much she missed you.

You squeeze her as tight as you can, twirling in circles with her in your arms. “I missed you too! We have so much to catch up on!”

“Oh my God, you have no idea.” Minseo puts her mouth right up against your ear and whispers, “I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“What?” You practically squeak, partially from the surprise of her announcement and partially from the tickle of her breath. You release her from the hug and grip her arms. “Who? Since when? What happened?”

“I can’t get into it now because the whole family’s here and honestly my parents are not thrilled that I’ve even been hanging out with this guy. But what do you think about a good old fashioned sleepover at your place tonight?”

“Of course!” You nod excitedly. 

“Yay! Okay cool.” She plants a kiss on your cheek and gives you one last hug. “I’m gonna go say hi to Jinho, since I haven’t seen him yet since he’s been back.”

You remember that she was supposed to pick you up from the train station. “When did you find out that he was home? I can’t even begin to tell you how shocked I was to see him at the train station instead of you.”

“Only a few days before you got here. He got my number from your mom and asked if he could pick you up instead. I told him yes, of course, but only if he bought me ice cream to make up for the fact that he was keeping you away from me for an additional day. I still need to cash in on that.”

With a giggle, you admit, “I made him buy me ice cream too, as an apology for disappearing in the first place.” 

“What else is he good for if he isn’t supplying us with snacks?” Minseo laughs heartily. “Anyway, I love you, and I’m excited to chat more tonight.”

“Love you, too.” You give her a smile as she walks off to greet your brother.

More family members arrive, and eventually you all get settled for dinner. The food is delicious, as it always is, and you mingle with some of your aunts after the meal.

As you scan your eyes across the living room, you catch Jiyoo's gaze for what must be the fifth time already. Honestly, you're starting to wonder why she hasn't just come over to say hello yet. You excuse yourself from the conversation your aunts are having, which you weren't really a part of anyway, and slip through the room to finally greet your cousin.

"Hey, Jiyoo!" You walk right up and give her a hug. "How's the married life?"

She lightly hugs you back, but she seems a little stiff. "Oh, you know, it's going well. Hey, um, can I talk to you for a sec?"

You let go, immediately sensing that something must be wrong by the way she just dismisses . "Yeah, of course. What is it?"

"Maybe let's…" She nods her head towards the back door. "Maybe some fresh air?"

"Sure, okay." You agree, deciding to just follow her lead on this one.

The cold night air instantly hits you as soon as you step foot outside, but it's actually kind of refreshing. The house was getting a little stuffy because of all of your relatives, anyway.

Jiyoo takes a seat in one of the lawn chairs sitting out there and gestures for you to sit in the one next to her. You oblige. "Is everything okay?"

She finally confronts you, asking, “Did you really sleep with Hongseok?”

Panic strikes deep into the core of your bones. How could she know? “Sorry, what?”

“He told Hwitaek and I overheard and I just… I thought we should talk about it.”

“He? He told… Hwitaek?” You’re absolutely flabbergasted. Why would he do that? Was he just bothered by the way you ran out and needed to talk to a friend? That wouldn’t be entirely unfair of him, but you had both agreed to keep it a secret originally and you assumed that still rang true for your most recent tryst.

“Hey, it’s okay, just… just be honest. If he’s just talking shit about you, you can let me know and I’ll set the record straight.” Jiyoo searches your face for a sign of the truth, concern lining her delicate features.

You try to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat. This is certainly not something you wanted to tackle tonight, but you suppose you don’t have much choice if she already knows about it. “...And if he’s telling the truth?”

Jiyoo’s lips press into a thin line. “Then I guess I just need to accept that my baby cousin isn’t that much of a baby anymore.”

With a frown, you apologize. “I’m really sorry… I know it was a bad idea but I just…”

“You couldn’t help it. I get it.” Jiyoo lets out a deep sigh. “Honestly, that’s how I was when I met Hwitaek.”

You look to her expectantly. “I’ve never actually heard the story.”

Jiyoo hums and crosses her legs, settling back into her chair. “We were both bio chem majors, so I saw him around quite a lot. He has sort of a distinct face, one that’s really memorable. And he used to always wear these big headphones everywhere he went. I always wondered what he would listen to.” She smiles as she fondly reminisces. “I used to work at the computer lab in the science building part-time, and one day he passed by. And just as I turned around in my chair to tell my coworker about the cute Headphones Guy, he walked right up to the desk.”

You smile, enraptured by her storytelling. “Did he ask you out?”

“Don’t rush the story!” Jiyoo chides. “No, that’s actually not why he came back. He asked me if I knew what time the building closed, and I said I wasn’t sure. And then he gave me this weird look and laughed, saying, ‘What do you mean? You work here. How do you not know what time the building closes?’ I felt like an idiot, but I just told him that I knew when the lab closed, but that I didn’t know if the building closed at the same time. I didn’t think it was that crazy, but he did, apparently.”

“Wow, that’s very romantic,” you sarcastically comment with a chuckle.

“Yeah, it might not have been a great start, but the thing is, he stayed right there at my desk and talked to me for an hour and a half until my shift was over. And then he walked me to my dorm building. And then he came upstairs, and I’m sure you can guess where this is headed.” She smiles at you deviously.

With a laugh, you respond, “Really? You gave it up that quickly? I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

“_____, you’ve seen him. I took one look at him and I was enamored. Add his dorky personality on top of that and I was practically telling him I loved him that night.” Even in the darkness of the backyard, you’re positive that she’s blushing. “And now look at us. He’s the love of my life and I wouldn’t give him up for the world. So all of this to say, I absolutely understand how there are certain people that you just can’t resist.”

You just nod. “It’s definitely difficult.”

“So how have you been handling the semester?”

“I mean, I tried to keep things between us as normal as possible but obviously that didn’t really work out, as you’re apparently aware,” you laugh. But when you look over at her, she just looks at you quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

And that’s when it dawns on you that this whole time she’s just been talking about your original hookup with Hongseok. She doesn’t know about the one that happened literally two nights ago. “Oh! Oh… oh no.”

You can’t cover for yourself in time. Jiyoo’s eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open as she realizes exactly where the misunderstanding came from. “Did you sleep with him again?”

“I thought that’s what you were talking about!”

“_____!” Even though Jiyoo is shocked, she keeps her volume low, well aware that the entire rest of your family is packed inside. “He’s your professor!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Frustration blossoms in your chest. “And what about everything you just said? I thought you understood!”

“This is different! It’s one thing to be swept off your feet by a handsome stranger, and it’s entirely another to screw your professor!”

“Are you seriously mad about this right now?”

Jiyoo just shakes her head in disbelief. “_____… What have you done?” She falls silent, and somehow that is the worst thing that you could have received from her. She takes a deep breath and then instructs you to stay put as she disappears inside. When she returns a few moments later, Hwitaek and Minseo are in tow.

She literally brought in recruits. You immediately throw up your walls, feeling the need to defend yourself. “What’s this all about?”

Jiyoo looks at you like the concerned mother hen that she’s always been whenever you’re involved. “I think we all need to talk about how you’re handling yourself.”

Minseo’s brow furrows with confusion as she looks to Jiyoo. “What happened?”

“She slept with Hongseok again.”

Both Hwitaek and Minseo are visibly shocked by the news, but more importantly, you’re shocked by the gall that Jiyoo has to spread your personal life around like that.

Minseo’s expression melts to something that looks kind of like sadness. Before she can say anything to you, though, you shoot daggers at Jiyoo. “Why don’t we all just quit being such a gossipy family and instead just mind our own business?”

“_____-” Jiyoo tries to reach out to you, but you turn and storm off, heading towards the barn just to get a second away from everyone so that you can breathe.

You slip inside the large barn, slowing your pace as you walk past the tractors and other equipment stored there. You head directly to the back of the barn and plop down onto the floor. 

There’s something weirdly comforting about being in the barn. It reminds you of growing up, back when things were a little more simple. Your life working on the family farm hadn’t been particularly easy--it’s very challenging work--but at least back then you didn’t make such shitty decisions for how to live your life.

You barely get more than a minute of solitude before the barn door creaks open, and Hwitaek pops his head in. “_____?” He looks around for a second before he spots you. “Can I come in?”

“You’re not here to lecture me, are you?”

“Not going to lecture you. I promise.”

You chew your bottom lip. “Come in.”

Hwitaek closes the door behind him and makes the long walk over to where you’re seated. He joins you on the floor, and sits quietly for longer than you expected. Maybe he just doesn’t really know what to say. It’s not like the two of you have ever spent time together before. You chatted for, like, a second at the wedding, and that’s it.

Eventually he gets some words together. “I’m not going to apologize because it’s not my place to, but I’m sure you know that Jiyoo likes to make everything her business.”

“Not sure if you’ve seen any trends yet, but that’s kind of just how our family is.”

“I’ve noticed.” He chuckles. “Minseo has been spending a lot of time at our place recently and oh my God those two never run out of tea to spill.”

You have to laugh too because you know how true that is. “Yeah, they can be a lot. I’m sure it’s at least partially a small-town mindset. Everyone here is always in everyone else’s business and I’m just kind of over it. That’s half the reason why I wanted to get away and go to university.”

Hwitaek nods. “I can understand that. I’ve never lived in any major cities but it definitely seems like a change of pace compared to here.”

“It is. But I like it.”

Another silence falls between you, and you absentmindedly fiddle with your shoelaces as the cold starts to set in. It’s a bit awkward, but you just stew in it until he speaks up again.

Eventually he says, “Hongseok has talked to me about you. I know it’s not any of my business though so we don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to.”

“Jiyoo said he told you about… the wedding.”

“He did. And he told me how hard it has been to be around you. It sounds like he’s really been struggling with everything he’s feeling, and I shouldn’t be surprised that he caved. I even told him not to act on his impulses because clearly that introduces a lot of risk into the situation, and I didn’t think that was a good idea. He’s usually so disciplined…”

“It’s kind of my fault,” you confess. “I have zero self discipline and I just couldn’t keep myself under control.”

“Well regardless of who takes the blame, I do trust Hongseok with my life and I think he’s got a good head on his shoulders. It’s not my job to tell you two what you should or shouldn’t do, so I’m going to take a step back. He certainly doesn’t have any ulterior motives, so I don’t think it’s truly that concerning that you’re student and teacher.” He shoots you a side eye. “As long as you’re not planning to blackmail him or anything.”

You just shake your head. “I’m not like that. What happened between us has absolutely nothing to do with me wanting some sort of personal gain or anything. It’s just… he’s just attractive, that’s all.” You feel your face heat up. It feels weird to say that to Hongseok’s best friend.

“He really is. And he’s charming, too. I get why anyone would fall for him.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Who said I was falling for him?”

“Feel free to tell me you’re not, if that’s the case.” Hwitaek looks over at you, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

You frown. You know you’re definitely attracted to him, and you enjoyed spending time with him at the exhibit, but do you have any feelings? It’s hard to tell because of the way things ended. “I don’t know. I think we just need to talk when I get back. I kind of ran away last time I saw him so there’s a lot that’s unresolved.”

“Just be honest with him when you talk, and that’ll encourage him to open up, too. There’s no point in trying to have a discussion with him if he feels like he has to watch everything he says.”

“Yeah, I think some honesty would probably be good for us.”

“No matter what you two decide about where to go from here, it’s up to you two. Just know that there might be consequences, so be careful. And I’ll do my best to keep Jiyoo out of it.”

“Thanks, Hwitaek.” You give him a small smile. “I appreciate your support.”

“Of course. He’s my best friend and I want him to be happy. It’s risky, but I get it.” Hwitaek stands and holds out a hand to help you up. “Let’s head back now. It’s freezing out here and I’m dying to dig into that pumpkin pie.”

You and Minseo sit silently on the old couch in your basement, munching on gummy candies and popcorn as an old movie plays on the TV. It’s not one that either one of you is particularly enthusiastic about, but it’s just one of the many DVDs tucked into the entertainment center the TV stands on. 

She’s been more quiet than usual since she came back to your house with you after the family dinner had ended, and you’re positive that it has to be because of the sudden announcement of your affair with Hongseok. You’ve been dying to bring it up with her, but you had to wait until Jinho finally went to bed so the two of you could be alone. 

Now that he’s gone, it’s time for you to talk.

You’re not really sure where to start, so you just ask, “Are you mad at me?”

Minseo sighs. “We always tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me about Hongseok? Why did you tell Jiyoo first?”

“I was going to tell you, I swear. I was planning on telling you about it tonight. Jiyoo just accidentally figured it out first because I’m a dumbass and misunderstood what she was talking about.” You lie down across the couch, resting your head in Minseo’s lap. “I’m sorry that you didn’t get to hear about it from me first but I promise I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. I was just saving it for a better time, kind of like how you didn’t want to talk about your boyfriend when we were at your parents’ house.”

Minseo rakes her fingers through your hair, and you close your eyes, pleased. “I get it. I’m sorry for being grumpy about it.”

“It’s okay. We all get grumpy. Do you want to hear about it now?”

“Duh,” she laughs. “I want every single detail. Spill.”

So you tell her everything. How he gave you the private tour of his exhibit, how you essentially invited yourself over to his apartment, how he made it pretty clear that he didn’t really want you to leave until he had his way with you. How you ran like the wind out of his apartment the next morning. And you even tell her about your trysts with Wooseok, and the fact that you’re supposed to be mulling over whether you want to date Kino when you get back to the city. And as you expect, she’s incredibly invested and interested in every single morsel of information you share with her.

“You’re really out there living your best life, huh?” She comments when you finally finish your stories. “What an exciting mess you’ve created.”

“It’s great, right?” By this point you’re seated upright again, and you lean heavily against the back of the couch, letting your head fall back against it. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about any of it.”

Minseo shrugs. “Just do what you’ve always done: follow your heart.”

“It’s so much more complicated than that, though.” You respond with a frown. “I can’t just do whatever I want anymore.”

“Well but you can. To an extent, at least. It’s your life, after all. And it’s up to you to make sure that you’re living in a way that makes you happy. It sounds like you enjoy spending time with all of the guys you’ve been around, but now you’re too stressed by the circumstances to keep enjoying it. Obviously hooking up with multiple guys and ignoring romantic feelings isn’t the answer anymore.”

“And my heart will tell me what to do now?”

“It’s a starting point. Take me and Hyojong, for instance. My parents don’t like him, but I do. He’s what makes me happy. So screw what other people think. Don’t worry about our family. Don’t worry about your friends back at school. This is totally your choice, and you get to decide what you want to do. If you’re just living your life based off of what other people want or expect from you, then you’re bound to have regrets.”

You have to admit that she’s right. You only get one life, and you’re the only one that gets to run it. So you can’t let yourself worry about what other people will think if you decide you’re interested in anything romantic with Hongseok, or Kino, or Wooseok… or how the three of them might feel if you choose not to pursue anything romantic with anyone. You have to choose for you. 

“I have to choose for me.” You nod. “This is my life and who cares what other people think?”

“Exactly! That’s the spirit.” Minseo smiles broadly. “You’ll figure it out. And whatever is right is what will happen.”

You return her smile, and refocus the conversation on Minseo. “So Hyojong? That’s your boy?”

Giddy, she nods excitedly. “Yeah. We’ve only been together for a few weeks, but _____, he is absolutely wonderful.” She pulls out her cell phone and shows you a photo of the two of them picking apples. You immediately recognize his heavy-lidded gaze and long hair.

“Really? The bartender from the wedding? Girl!” You nudge her playfully. “I knew you thought he was cute but I didn’t know that you were, like, into him into him.”

“I didn’t know either! But I’ve been spending a lot of time with Jiyoo and Hwitaek recently and Jiyoo kind of set us up, and he’s so weird and funny and cool. He’s perfect for me.”

A warm smile touches your lips. “I’m so happy for you, Minseo. That’s exactly the kind of love you deserve.”

“Thanks,” she nearly blushes. “Now we’ve just gotta get you on the same train.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I get it figured out.” As your conversation comes to a close, you look back to the TV. “Can we please watch something else? I’m so over this movie.”

“Oh my God, I thought you’d never ask,” Minseo laughs. “Yes, please.”

Late Friday night, you find yourself digging through your closet in search of the sheet music you know you have for “Rhapsody in Blue”. You meant to bring it with you this year but you forgot about it when you made the move back up to your dorm. You’re certain it must be in here, but you keep getting distracted by old photo albums and yearbooks and all of the other nostalgia packed into the shelves of your closet.

One of the items that catches your attention is the keepsake box that your mother put together for you. It started out as a place for you to store all of the cards you got for your birthday or holidays, but you added other random items to the box like the friendship keychain Minseo made for you when you were younger, or the small piece of wood you found that broke off of the dance floor during your school’s prom.

Inevitably, whenever you revisit the keepsake box, you find something in there that you had forgotten about. This time is no different.

When you open the small box, your eyes immediately land on the dried up flowers sitting at the very top: Hongseok’s boutonniere.

You completely forgot that you decided to keep it--your night with him was just a pleasant memory by the time you departed for school. When you had put the flowers in this box, you had no idea just how much of a story would grow.

You pick up the small bundle of withered blooms, running a finger over the dried petals until you realize something that you should have noticed before--now that the flowers have shrunk, you can very easily see the piece of paper that’s tucked in the middle of the bunch.

Gently, you pick out the paper, the dramatic beating of your heart picking up rapidly. Did he leave you a note when he gave you the boutonniere? What secret message could he have snuck to you?

As you unfold the small note, you realize he didn’t leave you a message--he left you his phone number.

Ten digits, his name, and a stupid winky face.

Part of you wants to crumple it up and throw it out the window. Rid yourself of it forever so you can stop thinking about him all the goddamn time. 

But another (and unfortunately much stronger) part of you tells yourself that this is special. This means that you were never just a random hookup to him. Well, maybe it was random, but the phone number at least implies that he wanted to see you again.

Hongseok quite literally asked you to reach out. He gave you everything you needed to establish a connection with him. 

What would have happened if you had called? Would he have wanted to take you out on a date? Would he have asked you to get all dolled up again, just like you did that night, just so he could ruin you? 

And more importantly… what would he do if you call him now?

There’s so much that was left unsaid between you and him after you ran out. You have a million questions. And for some reason, you’re feeling stupidly brave right now. (You blame it on the dumb winky face.)

You jump onto your bed and grab your phone, your hands shaking as you pull up the dialpad. Are you really about to do this?

You punch in his number.

You press the damn green button.

You hold the phone up to your ear, pulse racing at the sound of the ringing.

And then he answers.

“Hello?” His voice alone sends something terribly wonderful shooting through your veins.

“Hi.” You answer simply, not really sure what to say.

Hongseok pauses for a moment, and then he says, “Sorry, who is this?”

Idiot. He doesn’t have your number. “Oh, right, um, it’s me. _____.” 

He pauses for a longer moment, and you worry he might hang up on you altogether. 

“Um, so I’m home right now for Thanksgiving, and I… I found the flowers. And your number.”

“I’m not sure this is appropriate.”

A bitter frown reaches your lips at his response. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well what do you want me to say, _____? What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know!” You’re starting to feel exasperated, but you remind yourself that your rushed exit could be the cause of his attitude. More calmly, you say, “I’m sorry that I left like that. I just panicked and I had to get out of there. I’ve felt so confused about everything.”

“I suppose I can’t blame you for that.” Hongseok sighs gently. “We sure have made things confusing, haven’t we?”

You nod, and then realize he can’t see the gesture. “Yeah. We really have.”

“Can you give me a minute? Just stay on the line.”

You hum in acknowledgement and the call goes completely silent. Your pulse is through the roof, equal parts excited to be speaking with him over the phone and fatally nervous to be speaking with him over the phone.

After a little while, his voice is back. “Still there?”

“I am.”

“Thank you for not leaving this time.”

You let out a small laugh to accompany your eye roll. “Was that all a test?”

“Not exactly.” Hongseok chuckles in tune with you. “I just needed a second to get myself a drink before having this conversation.”

“Ah. You think it’s going to be that bad?”

“For my career, probably. Or my sanity, at the very least.”

It’s pleasantly surprising to you how quickly he drops his guard this time. “I drive you that crazy, huh?”

“Yeah.” He admits. “Yeah, you do.”

Now it’s your turn to be silent. You hadn’t expected him to so openly admit that.

“I have to ask…” He starts. “I thought maybe you just lost the boutonniere or that my phone number fell out, and that’s why you didn’t call. But you kept both of those things. So… why didn’t you?”

“Hongseok, you folded the paper up so small and you tucked it so far into the flowers that I had no idea it was even in there. I just saved the flowers because… I don’t know, they had a good memory attached. I didn’t even see the paper until now because the flowers finally wilted enough to expose it.”

“Was it really that small?”

“You folded it four times,” you laugh. “Once or twice would have sufficed. And you could have just handed it to me separately. I don’t know why you were so sneaky about it.”

“I thought it would be a cute gesture!” He defends himself. “I was just trying to be romantic.”

“You had the right idea. And hey, I called you eventually.”

“Yeah, just not under the circumstances I expected.”

There’s a thick pause, the silence heavy between you. You know exactly where this conversation should go, but you’re scared to be the one to bring it all up. The longer the silence goes on, though, the more you realize you just need to suck it up and ask the questions you want answers to.

“...How do you feel? About what we did?” You try to keep your voice steady to hide your nervousness. Then you tack on, “I think now would be a good time for us to start being honest with each other.”

He exhales deeply. “I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt more conflicted about something in my life. I’ve spent the last few months preaching to you about morals, and then I brought you into my home, fully aware of the Kryptonite that you are.”

You can’t let him take all of the blame for what happened. You say, “I’m the one that suggested it.”

“Yeah, why did you do that?”

“Because I thought I had something to prove. I swear I wasn’t trying to be sneaky. I genuinely thought that I just needed to one-up your car ride suggestion to show you how okay things were between us.”

“But now here we are.” Another pause, but this one isn’t as long as he willingly confesses to you, “I hate that you left. I absolutely hated it.”

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have run out like that.” You apologize, but there’s more you want to say. “But… I’m not sorry about what we did."

There. You admit it. As much as you felt the need to apologize to Jiyoo about your behavior the other night, it was empty. You don’t regret it. And if you had the chance to sleep with Hongseok again, you'd do it. It might be wrong, but you honestly couldn't care less. Especially now that you're talking to him, hearing his sweet voice and remembering the way he touched you.

Quietly, he responds, "That makes things quite complicated, doesn't it?"

"How do you feel about it?" You press him, feeling like tonight is the night he’ll actually be frank with you about what he’s thinking.

"It was careless of me to let you into my home, and even more careless of me to give in to my desires. I genuinely thought I could handle being around you, but I can't. I can't be around you, _____. You're far too much of a temptation."

"You say you can't. But you want to be," you push. You're getting him to open up one way or another.

And it works.

"Yes, _____, I want to be around you. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Only if it's the truth."

"It is." Frustration is sharp in his voice. "I've been a wreck thinking about you since you left. I've been absolutely torn up trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do now and wondering how you’ll act in class, if you’ll even show up. And now you just call me out of the blue? Do you know how badly I wanted you to call me this summer?"

You answer with your own question, keeping your voice soft. "I called you as soon as I found your number, didn't I? I swear I would have called you in a heartbeat if I had seen it sooner."

He sighs deeply. "Can you imagine how much harder this semester would have been, though? It was hard enough for us to stay apart this long, and that's after sleeping together only once this summer. We could have potentially built up a lot more… history before the semester started if things had gone differently."

"So you're saying you would have slept with me again if I had called you the next day?" A coy smile comes to your lips and you grip the comforter on your bed.

"If you called me, and that's what you wanted, then of course."

"And the day after that?"

He laughs. "As often as you wanted."

Butterflies stir deep within you. "...and what about now?"

Hongseok is quiet for what feels like a century before he responds. "What is it that you want?"

You bite your lower lip, knowing exactly what you want to say but trying to get up the courage to speak it. Eventually you just force it out. "I want to see you when I'm back from break."

"When do you get back?"

"Sunday afternoon."

"Come over then. I'll be home."

Incredible excitement pulses through you. He's done fighting it. He has given in just as much as you have.

"You'll have to text me your address," you coolly respond.

"I'll do that."

Quiet falls over the line, and you know that there's still something else you need to talk about. "What does all of this mean when it comes to class? It's too late for me to drop and honestly, you haven't done a great job of giving me unbiased grades anyway. You're too good at math for that to have been an accident every time."

"You're right about that, and I apologize again. You, on the other hand, have done a wonderful job keeping me honest."

"Why did you boost my grades, anyway?"

"Because I knew you'd come storming into my office to get it fixed."

"So what, you just wanted to see me?"

"I did."

"You know that was a terrible plan, right?"

"Yes, I'm aware."

"You've really got it bad," you joke. But there's a little bit of weight to it, just a touch of truth.

"And you don't?" He replies, and you feel the same weight in his voice.

You let yourself respond flirtatiously. "How can I not?"

Hongseok lets out a soft chuckle. "We've been screwed since the beginning, I think."

"Agreed," you murmur. "I knew the second I laid eyes on you that I was in trouble."

"It was that easy, huh?"

"It was mostly the tux," you lie. He gets a big ego far too easily.

"Mm. Then what was it the other night? Because I certainly wasn't wearing a tux."

You laugh and shamelessly divulge, "It was the glasses…"

"Really? Those old things?"

"They just looked so… you looked really handsome in them." The blatant compliment is rough on your tongue. It feels weird to so openly tell him that he's attractive.

"Mm," he hums. "I like hearing you say that."

Your already quick heartbeat picks up, but you don't know how to respond. So you just pick up your unfinished train of thought. "Wait, we're getting distracted. How are we going to finish this semester?"

"I swear on my life that I will give you a fair grade. I won't boost it in your favor just to prove my interest, and I also won't lower it if you decide you want nothing to do with me. I understand that I gravely mishandled the first part of this semester, and I just need you to trust that I'll do better this time."

You frown a little. "I want to trust you on that. It at least makes me feel a little better that you were always willing to fix my grade when I told you there was an issue."

"And if you have any further complaints about your grade, we can discuss it. That is always the truth."

"Okay. That makes me feel better." You breathe a little easier. 

"And of course, it goes without saying that this should remain between just the two of us."

You sigh heavily. "Then I'm just gonna come clean right now and let you know that Jiyoo and Hwitaek already know."

"You told them?" Hongseok sounds rigid as ever, and you hope you didn’t just ruin his pleasant attitude by telling him that.

"It was an accident! Jiyoo came up to me spouting about how she knows about everything because you blabbed before, and I thought she meant everything everything, so I accidentally said more than I should have. In my defense, I'm obviously not the first one to talk to them about it so I'd appreciate it if you weren't too harsh about this."

He takes a deep breath, and you hear the clink of ice in his glass as he takes a drink. "They really are nosey--well, Jiyoo, mostly. Hwitaek just gets sucked in."

"She's always been that way," you confide.

Hongseok actually chuckles. "That doesn't surprise me."

"It's still kind of weird to me that you know them so well. And then you ended up being my professor? What are the odds?"

"Mmm… I’d say about one in twenty-seven million, nine-hundred-sixty-seven thousand, six-hundred-thirty-two or so."

You laugh in disbelief. "Don’t tell me that you legitimately just did that math in your head.”

“I mean, I can only take partial credit for that because no, I didn’t do the exact math for our situation. I don’t even know how to start calculating that. But I do know that the average probability of winning a six-number lottery is thirteen million, nine-hundred-eighty-three thousand, eight-hundred-sixteen, and I figure our situation is probably even more rare than that, so I just doubled it. That figure is probably still too low, though.”

“Oh my God,” you just shake your head, laughing. “You’re absurd. You just know the exact probability of winning the lottery? And you just did all of that multiplication in your head? Who does that?”

“I do, _____. I’m a mathematical genius.” Hongseok sounds so serious that you can’t help but laugh a little harder, and he laughs right along with you. "It really is unreal, though. I had no idea that I would cross paths with you at the university,” he continues. “Do you feel okay with all of this?"

"Yeah, I do.” You start to regain your composure. “I feel much better now that we're talking."

"Good. I want you to feel okay, especially if we both want to… move forward with any kind of relations."

You have to roll your eyes at his choice of words. "'Relations'? That's what you went with?"

"Ah, yes. 'Rendezvous' would have been better."

"Oh my God, you're an idiot," you laugh wholeheartedly. 

He chuckles quietly. "What should I say, then? What do you think is more appropriate?"

"Maybe hook-up?" You offer. "Or… bang sesh? Fuck fest?"

That elicits deeper laughter from him. "All good options, I suppose."

"Or if you wanted something a little softer… maybe… a date?"

"I like that suggestion." His voice is warm when he responds, and then more quietly he says, "I was afraid that I ruined everything because of the way you ran out. I thought I went too far and made you regret the whole thing."

Butterflies stir deep in your belly. "You didn't ruin a thing. But I was definitely surprised when you kissed me. And… you said you couldn't stop thinking about me. I had no idea."

"I've spent more time thinking about you than I'd care to admit, if I'm being honest."

You let yourself smile broadly when he says that. It's not like he can see you grinning like a fool, anyway. "What would you think about?" You prod.

"Most of the time, it's your eyes."

"Really?"

"They're so intense, and so honest. It’s unbelievably easy to feel connected to you because of that, even when you’re mad or upset." He softly muses. "And when I'm not thinking about your eyes, I'm thinking about the way you danced with me at the wedding reception. Or the incredible music you make when you sit down at the piano. Your passion is truly amazing."

You appreciate the compliment, but that's not really the type of conversation you're trying to have right now. "And what about when you're alone? What do you think about when you think of me then?"

"Are you looking for something a little more R-rated? Is that what you want?" He teases you. 

You sink a little lower into your bed, humming quietly in agreement. 

"Those are the times when I think about the curve of your body, your clothes on the floor, you pinned under me." He confidently responds.

"Mm… Are you alone now?"

"I am." He responds darkly. "So yes, those are the thoughts currently going through my head."

A delicious flame of pleasure licks at the space between your thighs, and you drag your fingers subconsciously across your throat. "I have very similar thoughts… like thinking about your face buried between my legs." You don't allow yourself to be embarrassed by the bold statement--you're too turned on to think critically, anyway.

“Just you wait until Sunday, _____.” The mellow timbre of his voice has taken on some edge. “I have to warn you, though. I can’t guarantee that I’ll let you leave once you get here.”

“I want you to wreck me, Hongseok. Just absolutely demolish me when I get there.” Your voice becomes increasingly breathy as your hand slides up under your shirt, pushing your bra out of the way and toying with your nipples. Christ, what you wouldn’t do to replace your hand with his right now.

“If you’re going to keep talking like that, I think that can certainly be arranged.”

Pinching your nipple, you let out a soft gasp. All rational thought is very quickly going out the window as your need for release quickly takes over.

“_____, are you touching yourself?”

You know your noises aren’t quiet enough to prevent getting caught, but you’re also not at all guilty about being caught. You let your voice be sultry. “What if I am?”

“Then I just might have to join you,” Hongseok responds, fucking cool as a cucumber like always.

Your stomach twists into a delicious knot--you’d love nothing more than to masturbate with him over the phone. But before you get too carried away, there are a few things you want to take care of first. You abandon your chest, fumbling for the headphones that lie tangled up on your nightstand, knowing that you’re going to want both of your hands free for this. You also stuff a blanket along the bottom of your bedroom door to block the light coming from your room and help muffle any sound--your family should all be asleep by now, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.

“You always get me thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking.” His voice comes through your headphones loud and clear, and your phone buzzes in your hand with the receipt of a text message. “Check your phone.”

You quickly realize the message is from him, and as soon as you open the message, you swallow hard. Hongseok sent you a picture of himself lounging in bed, in nothing but low-slung sweatpants. At the top of the frame you can just barely make out his teeth biting into his plush lower lip, and his muscular abdomen takes up the majority of the screen. But perhaps the most important and eye-catching piece of the whole photo is the unmistakable outline of his hard cock through the fabric of his sweats, emphasized by his hand holding the base and pulling his pants tight against his erection. You have no doubt that he must have taken photos like this a thousand times before because no one is that good at taking sexy shots without some practice.

“F-fuck,” you mumble, completely caught off-guard by the photo. Every thought you have is some combination of you wanting to kiss or lick or bite or suck every inch of him, and you try your hardest to form a coherent sentence. “Oh my God, you’re such a tease.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No it’s fucking amazing but Christ, what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Well if you’re open to suggestions, you could maybe send something back.”

You pause for just a second, contemplating, and then respond. “Okay, hold on.”

You know that getting a good photo could easily take you twenty minutes, so you reserve yourself to the fact that you’re just going to have to settle for whatever you can get in the next sixty seconds. You quickly shimmy out of your sweatpants so you’re just in your blue cotton underwear and a graphic tee. You pull up the hem of the shirt to expose a little of your tummy, and then try to snap a picture similar to his. It’s not quite enough, though, so at the last second you decide to slip your fingers into your panties, pulling the band down with your thumb to show off some extra skin.

There. That’s the shot.

“Okay, I’m sending it,” you tell him quietly, your hand oddly shaky as you press Send. 

He hums softly in acknowledgement, and you hear him suck in a breath as soon as he opens the picture. “Fucking hell,” Hongseok groans. “You are so hot it is unbelievable.”

A devilish grin creeps onto your lips. You love that he’s just as floored by you as you are by him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

"For starters, I'll put that rotten mouth of yours to good use. And then--what was it? I'll wreck you. Ruin you. Demolish you. I'll pin you to the wall, the bed, the floor, and I'll stuff you with my cock until you can't think straight."

Jesus Christ this man knows just what to say. You haphazardly push your panties down, kicking them off onto the floor as your fingers graze over your slick pussy. "Too bad we have to wait a whole two days for that."

"I guess I'll just have to fill the time thinking of you and stroking my cock."

His words send a delicious shiver down your spine. "Maybe you'd like to think of how wet I am right now, how easily--aahh--how easily my fingers slip right inside." You glide one finger into your pussy, delighted by the way your nerves completely light up at the sensation. Your other hand returns to your chest, making sure your whole body is tended to.

"Fuck," he chuckles playfully. "You've got me so hard, _____."

"Ugh I just wanna ride you forever." You hear him moan quietly over the line. "Are you touching yourself, too?"

"Of course I am. How can I not when you paint such a lewd picture of yourself in my head?"

"I'm fingering myself and wishing you were here, Hongseok. I wanna be strewn out, completely wasted because I'm so drunk on you."

"Tell me what you're doing, _____."

"I've got one finger pumping slowly in and out of my pussy. My palm--nggh--is pressing against my clit. And my other hand is up my shirt, pinching my nipple. It feels so good, Hongseok, oh my God…" You start to get carried away in the pleasure you create for yourself, and you struggle to keep focused.

"I want you here so badly," Hongseok groans, and you know it's because of his pleasure. "I swear I have never in my life wanted anything as much as I want you right now."

Your heart flutters uncontrollably. How does he always manage to make these moments feel romantic? You desperately want to respond, I'm all yours if you want me to be, Hongseok, but it feels too heavy. Too laden with emotion. You swallow all of that down and respond with a much safer, "Tell me what you're doing right now, Hongseok."

"I'm thrusting my cock into my fist and desperately wishing it was your pussy instead, wishing I could fill my hands with your ass and occupy my lips with yours."

You whimper at his words. Imagining him fucking his hand drives you absolutely wild, especially when accompanied with such sweet words. And you can hear his hard breathing, his deep dulcet tones as he tells you exactly what you want to hear.

Hongseok continues, "My cock is throbbing in my hand, fuck, I wanna be inside of you so bad."

"I'm dying to feel your cock again," you moan quietly, careful to keep your volume low. As you slip in another finger, you feel the deep pressure that you know precedes some of your most amazing orgasms. Oh, this is gonna be good. "Fuck, Hongseok…"

He moans softly too, murmuring your name as he pleasures himself. "I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my cock," he groans. "What do you think, _____?"

"I want it, Hongseok, I want you to…" You're cut off by the buzzing of your phone.

"Check your phone," Hongseok breathily commands.

You release your nipple and pick up your phone with one hand, the other coming to a standstill with two fingers still pressed inside you. Electric anticipation shoots through you at the thought of receiving another dirty photo from him.

But this time, it's not a photo.

Hongseok sent you a video.

With a shaky hand you press play, and you're immediately drowning in lust. The video shows his hand tightly gripping his cock as it moves up and down the shaft, slick with spit or lube or something. You hear him hum your name in the video's sound. 

"I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my cock," he groaned, and it sounds even more filthy and amazing because he recorded it. And then the video shifts up his torso and to his stunningly handsome face. Hongseok stares right into the camera, flicks his tongue across his lower lip, and asks, "What do you think, _____?"

You watch it again, open-mouthed in shock and practically imploding. Not only is the video the single most sexy thing you've ever seen, but he was brave enough to send you his face? If you wanted to, you could use this video alone to turn him in to the school. He literally just handed you blackmail.

You would never, ever in a million years use this video for that purpose, though. It's just amazing to you that he would trust you so much to send you such incriminating content.

"Hongseok," you finally speak. "You are so unbelievably perfect."

"Hardly," he lets out a soft, low chuckle. "I'm just horny out of my mind right now."

"Me too, and fuck it feels so good."

"I want to see you, _____."

Your breath catches in your throat. You've never taken a video of yourself like that before, and it sends a dangerous thrill through you that he's asking for one. And as you pick up your phone, you see the call screen, and you notice that small little camera--the tiniest suggestion that you could change this call to a video call at any moment. 

And then you dare to press it.

The phone rings again as you wait for Hongseok to answer the video call, and you're wholly unprepared to see his face when he picks up.

He looks at his phone for a moment, just looking at you, and then the most beautiful smile breaks across his face. "Hey."

Every organ in your chest is an absolute wreck. "Hey," you echo. 

"This isn't quite what I expected when I said I wanted to see you, but I'll take it."

"It's convenient though, isn't it?" Your walls involuntarily clench around your fingers, reminding you of your need for release. "Let me… show you."

You lower the phone to skim down your body--although your top half is still covered by your t-shirt so you're really not showing much--and when you get down to the hand tucked between your legs, you lift one leg and wrap your arm around it to get a good shot of your pussy. Your fingers press deep into your slit, and you moan for Hongseok.

"Shit, _____, you look so good. I wish I could taste you."

You pull out your fingers and separate them, showing him the strings of your wetness that spread between your digits. "That's what you want?" And then you bring your hand and your phone up towards your face, putting on your best sultry eyes as you twirl your tongue around the tips of your fingers.

Hongseok groans, "Oh Christ," and then he shows you his cock, forcing you to plunge your fingers back inside your pussy out of sheer desperation.

"Hongseok, I wanna cum so bad," you whimper. You can feel it building deep within you, and you just need something to push you over the edge. And honestly, watching him work his cock might just be enough.

You feel absolutely depraved watching him stroke himself, curling your fingers into your pussy as you masturbate together. It's delightfully sinful and you're obsessed with the way it makes you feel. 

"Hong… Hongseok…" you moan his name, forcing your eyes to stay open so that you can keep your focus on his hard length. The coil in your abdomen tightens to its limit, and you're entirely aware that the dam is about to break. You struggle to keep your pussy in frame, as you push yourself over the edge. "Watch, watch! I'm coming…"

And just like that, your whole pussy convulses and you abruptly pull out your fingers, watching as you squirt all over your bed. It's nearly impossible to prevent your moaning, so you do your best to keep the volume down as you explode.

Hongseok sounds just as pleased as you thought he might be when you hear a string of expletives come over the line. But even his words are broken up with soft grunts and almost-moans. "I didn't know… you could do that."

"Sometimes," you laugh, quite out of breath from the water show. "Do you like it?"

"Of course I do," his hand picks up its pace. "I want to make you squirt next time."

"You can do that," you acknowledge. Even after your release, you notice that your clit isn't at all sensitive and you are still pretty turned on. So you keep your hand down there, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your bud.

It's not long before you feel the need to engage your hips. You start thrusting up against your fingers, but you want something more.

"I need your cock," you moan to him, partially convinced that his body is the only thing you’re missing. 

"I can't even tell you how badly I want to give it to you," he responds in a dark, sultry tone. On camera, he starts to thrust up into his hand instead of just stroking it, and you think it looks absolutely amazing. You thrust your hips in time with his, but you need more.

Less-than-gracefully, you climb up onto your hands and knees, propping your phone up against your headboard. He gets a nice tall shot of you kneeling on the bed, legs spread and strings of juices hanging from your pussy, and you hear him groan something about how he loves this view.

You grab your pillow and fold it in half for extra height before tucking it between your legs and spreading your folds so that your clit rubs directly against the pillowcase. You ruthlessly hump your pillow, eyes completely trained on your phone so you don't miss a second of Hongseok's jerking. 

"Christ, you're unbelievably sexy. That is so hot, _____," Hongseok groans. His hand twists the head of his cock before plunging back down the shaft, his arm muscles bulging as he quickly jerks off. You can see his cock rapidly twitching, pulsing extra hard as he approaches orgasm. 

“Think about me riding you, Hongseok,” you quietly moan, trying to encourage him to climax. “Think about burying your cock in my pussy and grabbing my hips and filling me up with your cum.”

“Is that what you want?” His breathing is ragged. “You want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, I want it,” you confess, and you know it’s the truth. You’ve fantasized about letting him fuck you raw so he can feel every inch of you as he cums. You’re dying to know what that feels like.

“Fucking Christ…” Hongseok’s hand moves a little faster, strokes a little deeper, until it’s clear that he can’t hold back anymore. “_____…”

With just a few more pumps, Hongseok finally releases, his throaty moans accompanying each rope of cum that shoots up onto his chest. Between the sounds and the visual he provides, you simply cannot handle yourself.

“Hongseok,” you murmur his name. You continue to grind against your pillow, blissfully soaking it with your juices. The delicious tension in your abdomen is too much--it's coiled too tightly and it's going to snap any second now. 

Your eyes squeeze shut so you can better imagine Hongseok lying beneath you, his calloused hands grasping your waist as you rock and grind your hips. 

"_____, you're perfect. Fucking perfect. Ride me, _____." He seems to play along with the fantasy in your head, inching you closer until you finally break. 

Pure, blissful pleasure rushes through you like adrenaline as you orgasm, roughly dragging your clit over the cotton of your pillowcase. It takes everything in you to keep quiet, and your thighs tremble with each powerful wave.

And when you finally open your eyes, you see Hongseok watching you with so much adoration it makes you want to cry. 

"That was amazing," you pant, breathing hard from the exertion of your orgasm. 

"It was amazing to watch, too." Hongseok beams. "I am so attracted to you it kills me."

You collapse onto your bed, tossing your pillow aside and picking up your phone. Hongseok genuinely appears to be glowing, and you can't help but wonder if he sees you the same way. You just smile and say, "I can't wait to see you."

"Neither can I," he responds warmly. He takes a moment to wipe the cum off of his chest with a towel, and then he settles back into his bed, lying on his side and gazing sweetly at you through his phone. "I can't tell you how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"I wish you could. Man, you're such a good kisser."

“Sunday. I’ll kiss you all I want on Sunday.”

It’s weird how much you wish you could just reach through the phone and touch him, run your fingers over his cheek, brush his hair out of his eyes. Your heart pounds as your eyes skim over his face, taking in his beautiful image. He makes you feel so warm and happy. It’s undeniable that you’ve got feelings for him. And so you don’t even think twice before the words come out of your mouth: “I like you, Hongseok. I don’t care that you’re my professor. I’m done worrying about that because I just like you and I want you and that’s all there is to it.”

It’s true. One-hundred percent.

Hongseok’s smile is small and sweet, but bursting with tenderness. “I like you too, _____. I don’t care about you being my student, either. We’ll make this work for us.”

“Mhm.” The fluttering in your chest is endless, and you know this couldn’t feel more right. “We’ll make it work.”

You both stay on the line as you turn off lights and tuck into bed. Hongseok talks to you about nothing, and your mind is finally at ease as your eyelids start to become heavy with sleep. His voice is a lullaby and when you finally fall asleep, you dream of nothing but the warmth of his arms.

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about me!!

name: ky, you can just call me k as well :))

pronouns: she/they

ult bg: stray kids, the boyz, enhypen, monsta x, nct, txt, ooo

i write for mainly my ults

this is a safe space for everyone! feel free to dm me whenever you feel like if you need someone to talk to.

i struggle with mental health issues, this can cause me to go MIA sometimes so pls pls don't pressure me to post if i haven't for a while.

i DO NOT write for underaged members!

i DO write memberxmember (mainly for skz), if you're uncomfortable with that just simply don't read it.

my blog is completely explicit, the only fluff/anything but smut you'll see on here is if it's in a series.

don't send request when they are close, before sending any please check my bio.

please keep in mind that if you request something that i am not comfortable with writing, i will not be writing it and ignore your req.

kinks/fetishes i WILL NOT write about: scat/piss play, noncon, incest/stepcest, pegging, male!reader, dom!fem!reader x sub!idol (i'll only do switch!reader x switch!idol when i want the female to have a dominant role), animal hybrids, feet (i hate feet, i'm sorry i just can't lol), age play (i am not abt to make the reader sound and act like a child.)

dni if racist, homophobic, sexist, any phobic in the book, skz or bp antis, you kink shame, just shitty in general etc.

ima tell y'all my bias list cause why not

skz: hyunjin, felix & seungmin

tbz: eric

mx: changkyun

ehn: jake & niki

nct: taeyong, xiaojun, ten (renjun, jeno, jaemin & jisung are my nct dream biases)

txt: ot5 but yeonjun is my main

ooo: wookjin, junhyung & taeyeob

my fave male soloists are wonho, woodz, dawn and kim wooseok

i also stan bts, shinee, exo, ateez, superm, x1, ghost9, etc. (there's way too many to list).. and as for gg, blackpink(ult), itzy(ult), (g)-idle, red velvet, stayc, aespa and twice (also too many to list).. (but i will not be writing for gg)

[mymoodwriting]

NCT:

Gangster Haechan

Female!Reader x Haechan

Gangster AU

Mafia Taeyong

Mafia AU

Doctor Jeno

Hospital AU

NCT 127: Ex-Boyfriend

Mafia AU

Flight 609

“He turned back from heavens gate, cause he can’t live without her”

F!Reader x Kun

Demon AU

Save You, Save Me

{The Start}

Taeyong | Mark | Doyoung | Taeil | Yuta | Jungwoo | Johnny | Jaehyun | Haechan

{The End}

Muse

“Are you a model?”

F!Reader x Xiaojun

Artist/Yandere AU

Love Theory

F!Reader x Taeyong

Yandere AU

Gangster Yuta

F!Reader x Yuta

Gangster AU

Passion

F!Reader x Jaehyun

Triangular Theory Of Love AU

Commitment

F!Reader x Doyoung

Triangular Theory Of Love AU

Sticker (II) (III) (IV)

Stupid college boys

F!Reader x NCT 127 (OT9)

College AU

Come Here

Reader & Jaehyun

Comfort AU

The Bat

Omega!Reader x Johnny & Jeno

ABO AU

Queen

F!Reader x NCT 127

Vampire AU

SHINee:

Just Me And You

F!Reader x Taemin

Demon/Yandere AU

Danger

F!Reader x Taemin

Rockstar AU

Killer

F!Reader x Key

Yandere AU

Chase

F!Reader x Minho

Yandere AU

Guilty

F!Reader x Taemin

Asylum AU

SuperM:

No Manners

Yandere/Mafia AU

As We Wish

Mark | Kai | Baekhyun | Ten | Taeyong | Taemin

Yandere/???

Stray Kids:

A.I. Felix

A.I. AU

Your Highness

“Another day, another lonely morning.“

Female!Reader x Hyunjin

Royal AU

Red Lights

“I can’t leave you alone.”

Female!Reader x Hyunjin x Bang Chan

Yandere AU

Oddinary

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Female!Reader x Stray Kids

Oddinary AU

Circus

“When was the last time you were at the circus?” 

Female!Reader x Stray Kids

Circus AU

Maxident

“This is Hwang Hyunjin.” 

Female!Reader x Hyunjin

Yandere AU

What?

Female!Reader x SKZ

Yandere AU

Megaverse

Female!Reader x SKZ

Megaverse AU

ATEEZ:

Overboard

“She’ll make an excellent pirate.”

Female!Reader x Ateez

Pirate AU

Nero (II)

“A red ribbon will look great on you.”

Female!Reader x Ateez

Vampire AU

The Real

“Don’t cause trouble, Mingi.”

Female!Reader x Ateez

Supernatural AU

Second Chances

“I’m not going to leave.”

Female!Reader x Ateez

Ateez AU

Vampire Seonghwa

“What do we have here?”

Female!Reader x Ateez

Vampire AU

Deja Vu

“I know you get deja vu…”

Female!Reader x Ateez

Deja Vu AU

Witness

It all started with a fever…

Female!Reader x Ateez

From The Witness AU

Android Seonghwa

"I have a present for you.”

Female!Reader x Ateez

Android AU

Cat Hybrid Seonghwa

“Have you ever been to a hybrid cafe?” 

Female!Reader x Hybrid!Seonghwa

Hybrid AU

The Boyz:

Drink It (II)

“I’m gonna get lost.”

Female!Reader x Younghoon

Drink It AU

Maverick

“You know better than that. You shoot, no matter what.”

Female!Reader x The Boyz

Maverick AU

Stealer

“I’m the Stealer.”

Female!Reader x The Boyz

Stealer AU

Be Awake

Without memories you find an interesting place to start anew.

Female!Reader x The Boyz

Be Awake AU

Roar

"Did you miss me?”

Female!Reader x The Boyz

Hybrid AU

Sweet

Welcome to Happy Vampire Village

Female!Reader x The Boyz

Vampire AU

Watch It

“Welcome to Wingz Express, how may I help you?” 

Female!Reader x The Boyz

Watch It AU

SF9:

Jealous (II) (III)

“Baby, don’t get so jealous.”

Female!Reader x SF9

Vampire/Yandere AU

Pentagon:

Cerberus

Cerberus aren’t your average drug dealers, watch out.

F!Reader x Yuto & Kino & Wooseok

Supernatural/Alien AU

EXO:

Dreamland’s Dawn

One loop hole in a demon contract leads to the journey of a life time.

Reader x Tao

Demon AU

Just B:

Just Believe (II)

“Jump”

F!Reader & Just B

Just B Concept

Xdinary Heroes:

Happy Death Day

“Happy Death Day”

F!Reader & Xdinary Heroes

Birthday AU

TXT:

Cats & Dogs (II)

“You adopted some strays?”

F!Reader x TXT

Hybrid AU

Gone Bad

“She didn’t just break up with us.”

F!Reader x TXT

Yandere AU

Sugar Rush Ride

“Are you… angels…”

F!Reader x TXT

Sugar Rush Ride AU

Seventeen:

Psycho (II)

“Found you.”

F!Reader x Jun

Psycho AU

Lee Jong Suk:

The Witch

F!Reader & Jang

The Witch AU

[milkybonya]

Soulmate!Hui

This is part of a Soulmate!Pentagon series that was requested by an anon: Soulmate!Hongseok / Soulmate!Kino / Soulmate!Shinwon / Soulmate!Yeo One / Soulmate!Jinho / Soulmate!Yanan / Soulmate!Yuto / Soulmate!Wooseok

Warnings: mentions of getting lost

Pairing: Hui x reader

Summary: Your body gets colder the further you get from your soulmate, and warmer the closer you get (like the hot and cold game!)

You’ve always had cold hands. Always. Sometimes you even have to wear gloves around the house because of it, but even that doesn’t work. You always have heat packs on you, always dress warmly even in the summer.

It’s because your soulmate is so far away. Sometimes it makes you wonder if you’ll ever even meet them. Sometimes you wonder how they’re handling the cold feeling of their skin, since you’re also far from them and they must be cold too. 

There’s never been a day when you’ve felt slightly warmer, which means you’ve never even gotten even a little close to your soulmate. It makes you wonder where in the world they must be for you to never feel their presence at all.

Currently, you’re sitting in a plane that’s making its way to South Korea. You’ve always wanted to go explore the country, so you decided to go with two of your friends.

When you’re halfway there, you’re beginning to notice something. Your hands are not as cold as ice, like they usually are. Your feet are actually starting to sweat a bit under the two layers of socks you always have to wear. When you strip off one of your sweaters, your friend gives you a smirk.

“Are you feeling warm for once?” he asks from your right. Your friends have managed to force you into the middle seat and sit on either side of you.

“Yeah... It’s really weird, I’ve never not felt cold,” you explain, laughing at your weird phrasing.

“I guess this means we’re approaching your soulmate.”

“What if your soulmate is in one of the countries that we’re flying over, and we pass them by?” your friend sitting on your left chimes in. She pushes her hair behind her ear and sheds a fake tear.

“I guess I’ll go back to feeling cold again,” you say, a little too sadly. What your friend said did hurt your feelings a little, and you hope it’s not true. You really want to meet your soulmate and stop feeling so cold all the time.

When the plane finally lands, you’re still feeling warm. In fact, you’re warmer than you’ve ever been before, and you’re only wearing a T-shirt on your torso. You’ve had to take off the extra socks you were wearing and even roll up your jeans a bit.

“What are you gonna do if you meet your soulmate right now?” your male friend asks, nudging you.

“Probably smack them and ask them where’ve they’ve been my whole life, why they always make me feel so cold.”

A couple of days consisting of you and your friends exploring South Korea pass and you’re not feeling warmer or colder. Not until today. 

Today, you’re heading to Samcheong-dong, an art district. You and your friends want to explore some art galleries, and you start off by visiting Kukje Gallery.

The unique cement structure of one of the parts of galleries intrigues you, and you admire it for a while.

“[y/n], are you okay? Your face is completely flushed,” your female friend asks, her voice coated with concern. You look at her and touch your face, not feeling much of a difference because your hand is also warm. So you take out your phone and inspect yourself through the front camera. She’s right. You’re burning up like a tomato.

“It’s her soulmaaaaate, aaaaaaah,” your male friend says, wriggling his body around in a weird dance. You crack up at the sight of him but start to think. Is my soulmate at this gallery right now?

“We’ll have to keep an eye out for other red-faced people in this gallery, I guess,” your female friend teases.

As you walk through the gallery and admire the art pieces, you can’t help but think about what your friends told you. While you look at the art, you also look around for any red faces, failing to find any.

Maybe they’re not here after all, you think. Maybe my body is malfunctioning or something, or maybe it’s a fever. You start to feel dispirited and try to enjoy the art to keep you happy.

Your friends have left you, since all of you wanted to enjoy different art pieces. You had decided to meet in the centre of the art gallery at 1:30pm, but you can’t seem to find your way back. You were so lost in the art pieces that you can’t remember where you’ve been and where you haven’t been.

Before you start to panic, you take a deep breath. Okay [y/n], next time, take a map by the front door so this won’t happen again. For now, let’s try to find someone who works here, or someone who at least has a map.

You look around and find a bright-haired boy standing by an art piece while looking at his map. Walking up to him, you take a deep breath. Approaching people is hard, you think.

Lightly tapping his shoulder, you watch as he turns around.

“Excuse me, do you know how I can get to the centre of the gallery? Ah that doesn’t even make sense. You know the part with the-” you stop talking as you notice his facial expression. Is he... laughing?

Feeling embarrassed, your eyes start to dart around.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m so sorry but your face is a little... Red. Are you okay?” he asks, smiling.

“Yeah I’m... Wait, isn’t your face a little red too?” you ask, noticing the deep red on his cheeks. Confused, he checks his appearance through his front camera and gasps. His eyes move around quickly as if he’s deeply thinking about something.

Then, he turns to you and slowly bring his hand to your face. He cups your face in his right hand while his lips are parted and slowly forming a smile. Your heart races with his light touch.

“Look, look!” he says, after removing his hand from your face. You quickly grab your phone and notice his hand has left a pale imprint on your flushed skin. 

When you meet your soulmate, you’ll be burning hot. When they touch you though, they will leave an imprint in your skin, and only they can do that.

These are the words you’ve heard a thousand times. This stranger is your soulmate!

“Does this mean...” you start.

“I’m your soulmate, I’m your soulmate!” the boy in front of you says excited, bouncing up and down and clapping softly.

Both of your faces start to return to their normal colours, a sign that you’ve finally found your soulmate for real.

“I’m Hui,” the boy says, starting to walk. “Let me take you to where you were trying to go.”

[julyarchives]

Tendae (텐데) || (M) Teach Me pt.4

You realized that Wooseok is the one person that can bring you comfort whenever you two are together, and the holiday spent alone with him only intensified the tingly feeling inside that scares you so much.

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader

→ Genre: Smut

→ Words:  4.5K

→ Contains: Smut; Friends To Lovers; Virgin!Wooseok; fingering; there is a small anxiety attack at the beginning; lots of touches; conflicted feelings

→ A/n: So, this chapter incorporates 2 requests that have been recently sent to us, thank you so much to the people who've done it, it was really nice to imagine Wooseok in these situations and turns out we are a sucker for him (can you blame us tho?). Anyway, we hope you guys like it! (Also, yes, the title is inspired by Bobby's song, because that has GOT to be their theme song, it's perfect)

→ Index: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You tried to sleep, really. You put on some calming music and the tv was on to keep the room dim light but it was no use. Tossing and turning in bed was something that became a habit after you had to deal with your life choices. You got yourself in a really tiring situation, between babysitting your best friends and dealing with two simultaneous educational courses, you barely had time alone to just relax. To make it worse, the rain started to pour heavily outside and you sighed, it was only a matter of time for the nightmare to begin. Sometimes even you forgot how scared you were of thunder and storms, they didn't occur often and when it rained, it was light but you just knew that an anxiety attack was on the way when the first loud thunder resonated. Covering your head with the blanket, you sank into the mattress and wished for it to go away. There was only so much you could deal with by sighing and wishing for the best. The noises got louder and the light music was no longer catching your ears, tears now threatening to fall and your fear only growing bigger. It seemed like a couple of minutes went by you figured, even though it felt like hours to you and there was no sign of the storm stopping. A somehow even louder bang caught your attention and you jumped, how the hell did it thunder inside your room?

"Y/N?", a desperate whisper was heard by the door and you cautiously peeked from under the covers. Wooseok was standing by the door with a pillow under his arm and his hand holding his chest as if to catch his breath. "I was asleep, the thunder woke me up. Sorry it took me so long to come", he said, still whispering, maybe to not scare you even more.

You nodded without being able to speak, you just knew the tears would fall if you tried. Wooseok closed the door behind him and even jumped lightly when another thunder filled the room. That spurred him on, quickly moving to gently pry the blanket from your head and you scooted over, making room for him, only to have him settle quickly with his own pillow and pull the covers back up, covering both of your heads. He smiled sweetly at you and opened his arms in invitation, one which you gladly accepted. The moment your head was against his chest you cried, feeling protected like this after the overwhelmed fear you felt so strongly was too much and you felt Wooseok hugging you stronger. Your small sobs were barely audible because of the thunder but you knew he felt how your body moved as you cried and you were thankful he just hugged you in silence. You heard him hum to some tune and you wondered if he could hear the music you had put to sleep.

"Y/N?", Wooseok called you and you moved your head back to look at his face, "are you still crying?", as he asked it, you let out a sniff, making you both chuckle.

"Does that answer you?", your voice wasn't sounding normal and even then you knew it was okay because he understood it.

"I remember when I didn't get much screen time at a tv show and you found me crying in my room…".

You remembered that. It was at the beginning of the friendship, he was reserved and shy but when they guys showed up looking awkward and Wooseok just walked past everyone, you had to follow him. He was under the covers and you heard the small whimpers of crying and you didn't think twice, your instinct told you to slip into the mattress with him, you laid down to watch a wide-eyed Wooseok who was sniffing and trying to control his crying. You understood how he must have felt, not good enough because the editing and the hosts ignored him almost completely. You needed to show him he was so much more than that but he was too reserved for you to know what to do, so you just held him and he quickly hid his face in your neck and cried until he fell asleep. Since that you always shared a bed and got so much closer.

"I remember that too", you said, your crying slowing down. "I'm glad you let me stay that day". He sighed, holding you closer.

"I'm glad too". He shyly kissed the top of your head and went back to humming a song. Paying attention to the vibration of his chest and his warmth, you soon fell asleep even as it still poured outside.

Waking up was the hardest part since it was a while that you slept so well. Moving a bit you noticed that the blanket was no longer covering your head but Wooseok was still next to you, hand-holding close by the waist. He was soundly asleep and you sighed, torn between wanting to stay with him and needing to start your day. The struggle didn't last long as you needed to go to the bathroom, so you wiggled a bit so he could let go of you but you ended up being pulled closer against him, his hand possessive around you. He groaned in his sleep, displeased that you were moving and you chuckled silently, now taking his hand in yours to move it away from you. For a second you let your fingers intertwine and you smiled, a warmth you knew all too well invading your chest but as always, you decided to ignore it and move away.

The house was abnormally quiet and you did your morning hygiene quickly and surprisingly in peace. After choosing a comfortable slip-on dress, you got into the kitchen which was also weirdly empty. Usually, at least one person was rummaging around for snacks and you made sure to look around to search for any of the boys. As you made your favorite breakfast food and drink, you noticed the fridge covered in small notes in all different colors and shapes, each of them from one of the boys letting you and Wooseok know that they'd be out. Some would be traveling since it was a holiday, others would be visiting their families and you frowned, you didn't even know it was a holiday, studies were taking up most of your time and all you knew was your deadlines. Opening the group chat for the house, that featured all the boys, you typed a quick text wishing them a good holiday break and resumed eating.

After finishing, you slightly debated if you should go to your own home to study but with a sigh and a shy amused smile, you got up and went to the empty room they reserved for you so you grab your notebook. The boys going to the army was something not very pleasant but at least you got a bed and a room to yourself, lucky two of them went almost together.

You got inside quietly and tiptoed around the bed so as to not wake up the giant asleep on the bed, his feet almost completely out of it. Your backpack was at reach and you took it with you as silent as you could. With your back turned to the bed, you made sure to look twice to see if you forgot anything.

"Tell me you made breakfast", a raspy sleepy voice resonated behind you. You jumped and your backpack almost flew away from your hands.

"Don't do that, Wooseok! Warn me before talking!", he laughed at that, arm resting on his face.

"Sure, I'll squeak before talking so you don't get scared", he was fully laughing and you watched him fondly.

"Shut up", you slightly pouted and he sat upon the bed, moving so you could almost stand between his knees. "There is breakfast but I should eat it myself for that".

"I just woke up, Y/N. Give me a break", he smiled and gosh, wasn't he charming, hair all messy, voice deep from sleep, made you remember all the times you two shared touches, your cheeks feeling warm.

As if sensing where your mind was going, Wooseok slowly moved his arms and placed his hands on your waist, barely touching it. Your first answer was to drop the backpack and place your hands on his shoulders, moving closer. When he stretched his upper body, your body knew what to do before you even registered the action. You moved lower and your foreheads touched, such an intimate touch and yet so innocent. Both of you whispered good morning shyly and like waking up from a dream you almost flinched away, grabbing your things from the floor and clearing your throat.

"There's food ready. I'm gonna study, alright?", he nodded a bit stunned by your sudden change. "Everyone is away and it's just the two of us today", and with that, you walked away.

The morning went by without a single problem, you focused on your studies while Wooseok watched something with headphones or just played on his phone. Your only breaks were bathroom breaks and you were almost certain that you wouldn't even drink water if Wooseok didn't leave a bottle there every half hour.

Lunchtime came and you got up your chair to stretch and rummage through your phone, sitting next to Wooseok. Part of you noticed how there was a full empty large couch and two chairs available but you still sat on the two-seat couch thigh to thigh with him. You shook your head physically to get rid of these thoughts and quickly opened the food delivery app, nudging Wooseok to check it with you.

It wasn't a hard task to decide on lunch since you two knew what you liked and soon enough the food arrived. The small chit-chat was alien even to you and part of you knew that it was because you fled his embrace earlier. That scared you because even though you started whatever you two have it shouldn't be affecting you this much. Of course, he was your best friend and you knew everything about each other, and yeah, knowing a girl at work was coming onto Wooseok was bothering you and staying alone with him like this made you nervous like never before but hey, if you ran away it'd go away sometime, right?

After eating, Wooseok took care of the dishes and you laid on the big couch, closing your eyes for a moment to at least pretend everything was normal. After a few minutes of you being completely still, you felt a presence in the room and then the external lights went missing and the dark of your closed eyes got even darker. You opened one eye and fought back a smile to see Wooseok standing and looming over you curiously.

"What", you breathed out.

"Checking if you didn't die", he seemed serious and that made you crack, sitting up while laughing hard after he stepped back and he sat next to you, his arm going to your shoulder like it was natural. Did you two always do stuff like that? You weren't even sure but you let yourself enjoy the moment for a bit before going back to reality. "Seriously, you looked dead".

"That was my soul you were seeing", you smiled at his horrified face and you held it with both hands. "I'm joking, silly. I'm just too tired". Without thinking straight, the impulse to feel the moment was too strong and you left a peck on his mouth, quick and yet it made a small sound. "Gonna go study", you rushed over your words, getting up like a lightning bolt and running to the table. If you looked back, you could see a blush spreading on his face, him watching you, face torn between amusement and shock.

It wasn't before three hours went by that Wooseok showed up at the table you were studying on and threw a bag of chips on it.

"Not hungry", you mumbled, a very important part of the analysis you were writing was being refined and you were so close to finishing it that you barely looked up.

The sound of the chair next to you being pulled didn't bother you, neither did the sound of a bag being open. Somehow not even Wooseok sloppily placing a chip on your mouth didn't bother you either. What did bother you was his face showing up between you and the computer screen.

"Move!", you said rather loudly. He didn't answer and moved, thankfully. Some minutes went by and the chips kept coming for which you were thankful.

As you finished writing and started proofreading what you wrote, you felt the ghost of a hand touching your thigh. You frowned and looked at him, who was casually scrolling on his phone with the hand that was away from you, even though you noticed his cheeks being red. You took a deep breath and resumed reading, only to have your thigh gently squeezed by him.

"What are you doing?", you said through your teeth. Since when does he have the nerve to touch you like that?

"I'm checking my phone", he showed you his phone, looking at you as if you were crazy and his actions were obvious.

"Wooseok, I'm busy right now".

"Oh, I know, Y/N". The hand squeezed harder and you shuddered. Shit.

You decided to see how far he could take this and honestly how far could you rest it, so you just ignored it once again. Your mind was on the verge of shutting down but you were almost finishing so you pushed forward. All the time you read, his hand went further on your thigh, reaching your pelvis but not really touching you. It was driving you mad and the way he pretended he did nothing was somehow attractive.

When you finished reading and started closing the software, his hand got braver and touched you through your panties, rubbing lightly, long fingers teasing the extension of it. The tension of his hand on you this whole time was taking all your attention and you bit your lip to not smile as you closed everything. Truth is, there was no way you could focus on anything other than Wooseok with his hand on you like that and you knew how shy he was, so you read your work as sloppy as you could, not paying attention at all, just to make him stay a bit longer.

Your back fell on the chair and you groaned, his finger insistently massaging your clit through the panties. You looked at him then, his phone forgotten on the table, his other hand gripping his pants' leg enough to turn the knuckles white. His eyes were trained on you, his mouth slightly parted and breathing irregular. He looked as affected as you were and you were the one being touched, you reached to his nape and caressed the hair gently, hoping to get to him how grateful you were for him.

The action spurred him on, his hand moving to touch you inside the panties and that got you surprised. You'd be lying if you didn't think he never looked hotter than now, the hand caressing his locks now gripping it. He groaned when he felt how wet you already were for him and moved his hand harder on your clit, getting small whimpers from you. Your hips moved on their own accord, his other hand now touching himself above the pants and you noticed.

You snapped when he flicked your clit perfectly as he gripped his member and hissed, the stimulation being too much for you. Moving fast, you got his hand away from you and straddled Wooseok fast enough to surprise him. Luckily he caught on quickly and held you, hands firm on your ass. You kissed him with fervor, hands making a mess of his hair and it almost seemed like no matter how close you were it wasn't close enough.

You moved your hips almost too desperately and he matched your rhythm, giving as good as he got and you moaned, the whole thing too hot. All the times you two had together flashed through your mind and it only spurred you further, lust overpowering anything else.

"Y/N", he whimpered as you moved just right on top of him, his hips stuttering. "We can't do this here", he panted out.

You stopped and looked at him. His eyes were dark and he was out of breath, his hands never once relenting his grip on you, his hair was a mess and his lips were red and plump from kissing. The pang on your heart almost made you back out, get up and leave but his face was watching adoringly, also lust-driven, and he started leaving small kisses on your neck. You knew you lost the fight.

"Since when you know how to be so bold?", you chuckled and he followed, the humming feeling good on your skin.

"You taught me", was his simple answer, kissing your mouth gently. "We can go to my room if you want or we can go where you're sleeping".

"Your room. It'd be too weird to do this in Jinho's and Hui's room, right?", you smiled and he answered in kind, helping you get up at once and holding your hand during the walk upstairs.

You were very nervous out of a sudden and you didn't even know why. It wasn't your first time with anyone and you knew what you were doing. You taught him after all. But when you felt his hand slightly shake when you reached the room it finally dawned on you. If things went where you felt they would, it would be the first time with him. It would be his first time when it came to actual sex.

Wooseok opened the door and waited for you to enter so he could close and lock it behind you. Even though you were alone in the house, you knew it was better to be safe than sorry here. As you expected, he was nervous and stood there looking at you with his hands on his sides. You smiled fondly, your heart taking leaps on your chest and you touched his face gently.

"It's okay. It's just me". He smiled, kissing you slowly, savoring the moment just like you were. "We don't need to do anything else, reall-"

"I want it", he cut you off eagerly. Then he laughed shyly and gave you a peck. "If you want to, that is".

"Of course I do", you felt a sudden calm wash over you, and that made sense. Not knowing where stood and now having sure he wanted this as much as you made you feel better.

You took a step back and took your dress off, leaving you in your undergarments. He did the same seconds later, standing there in his underwear. Holding his hand, you took you both to his bed and since it was a tight fit, you laid him down and sat on top of him, gently laying down to kiss him and moved with it. That seemed to ease him into it again, this was something you did before and he excitedly followed, rubbing his hard member on your clothed core.

The moans coming out of your mouth were needier than you intended but your body needed him badly and you knew he was the same. You didn't waste time getting up and losing the rest of your clothes, staying naked in front of him. You fought your own shyness back as he stood again and took off his underwear. Wooseok stared at you for a second and then smiled, kissing you tenderly and laying back on the bed. You followed and laid next to him, touching him just like the first time, him nervously watching you only this time was during broad daylight and he was more confident, his own hands traveling across your body, feeling your breasts, your stomach, your arms, everywhere he could reach.

"Do you have any condom?", you whispered.

"Yeah, top drawer". Honestly, you didn't know what answer you expected but you raised your eyebrow at him as you got up to get it.

"Can I ask?", you said coming back.

"One of the guys gave it to me when a girl at work invited me out", Wooseok answered shyly, barely looking at you.

You scoffed and straddled him, letting his cock fit on your slick slit and you moved lightly.

"Too bad you'll be using it with me, isn't it?", you said with more intensity than you expected. "I heard about this girl before", you kissed his neck teasingly, he could stare at you and hold onto your waist. "What was she thinking? That she could take you away from me?", jealousy waking over, and even you were surprised. The first time you heard about the girl you got mad but apparently it was bottled up so nicely inside you that you only noticed now.

"N-no", he stuttered as you bit his neck, hips never stopping its movement. "I kept it because I wanted to use it with you". You stopped. Did he want to do this with you? Wooseok was hoping to get you alone and go all the way with you. It was different hearing it directly from him and you were stunned. He saw it and smiled, it was his turn to kiss you, his upper body more sat up than laying down. His hand caressed your cheek and he looked deeply into your eyes. "I want you".

You could have sworn time froze and your heart stopped. He was staring so intently at you that you felt frozen, only remembering to answer when he changed from intense to doubtful and you were quick to kiss him and hoped that the kiss would tell him everything you couldn't. After you came up for air, you quickly sat next to him and put the condom on for him, which he watched attentively.

"I want you on top of me", you said in a small voice. After all you said, somehow you felt pliant, needing his proximity to deal with it.

Wooseok obliged and you quickly adjusted on his bed, his frame towering over you. Your hands were on his face, thumbs caressing it gently while he supported himself in one hand and aligned himself with the other. You nodded when he faltered, waiting for your approval. As he entered you, two things were registered by your lust hazed brain. The first one was how deliciously he stretched you, you enjoyed his dick before but now you just knew you were doomed. The second one was how lost in pleasure he already looked when he got inside inch by inch. He was dragging the movement to get inside, going slowly and you didn't think it was for you. His mouth was open and a long groan escaped him.

He looked at you a bit desperate, needing to move as quickly as you'd let him and you almost chuckled. You settled for a smile and moved your hips up, indicating he could move. He started slow, going almost completely out before thrusting inside hard. His pace was driving you mad, hands now roaming on his back while his face was buried on your chest, kissing and licking his way all over it.

You endured it as much as you could because it was so good and he seemed so lost in pleasure but it got unbearable and with a hushed "please go faster" you pleaded. Usually, you were vocal during sex but somehow you were so lost in pleasure and in feeling his body all over yours, his cock moving so perfectly inside that you seemed lost for words. Wooseok quickly changed his pace with a grunt and his noises started to come out. Your mouth was open while you tried to keep your eyes open as well but failed many times. You could see he was trying the same but more often than not he got lost in your chest or closed his eyes in pleasure.

You knew neither of you would be able to last longer and it felt like heaven to feel him getting closer to his orgasm with you, his body moving fast and him gripping the sheets while he supported himself on his upper arms. You were sure his back had a few scratches because it was just too good to know you were marking him, his noises while you did that didn't help at all. Wooseok didn't need to say anything to you. Neither you did to him, you were in sync even then and he gave you space to touch your clit, which you gladly did. He tried to warn you but he couldn't, he came with a shout mid-sentence, body trembling as much as yours. Your orgasm followed his, watching him being too much to handle and the overstimulation was perfect.

You two kept moving even after, riding off both of your highs, and all the while you stared at each other's eyes. His stare was so full of feeling that you felt breathless a bit, you closed your eyes, relying on your orgasm to blame if he asked, even if you knew he wouldn't. He awkwardly laid next to you because he could barely fit and you laughed, moving to the side so he could fit. Wordlessly he took the condom out and tied it, placing it next to the bed and you made a mental note to not forget that there.

Laying facing each other you didn't know what to say so you giggled, amused, nervous, and happy at the same time and so did he, possibly for the same reasons. Wooseok moved so you could lay on his chest and so you did, even though you wiggle up in the bed to lay your head on top of the pillow, body seeking support on his. You kept staring at each other until he moved to give you a peck and a small nudge nose to nose. Butterflies invaded your stomach and you felt yourself holding on for dear life inside.

"Do you feel as fucked as I am?", Wooseok said.

"What sense of the word are we talking here, Wooseokie?", you laughed with him.

"You know what I'm talking about. You know, the stares and stuff", his way with words made you smile. You were thankful you didn't feel it alone.

"Yeah, then I feel as fucked as you are…", you kissed him and caressed his hair again, earning a noise almost like a purr.

"Hm. What do we do?", he asked while caressing your hair as well.

"I don't know. Decide what's for dinner?".

"Easy. Pizza", he answered naturally and you snuggled closer.

"Then what we do is call the pizza place". You said quickly and he agreed with a hum. "But now we nap".

"Nap first, pizza later", he said almost asleep and honestly you were the same, the atmosphere too cozy and nice to not succumb to sleep. Maybe you were fucked but at least you were with your adorable dork.

[arckook]

around and around - two

pairing: cho seungyoun x reader, kim wooseok x reader

au: idolverse

warnings: none

wordcount: 3.9k

description: you’ve had a one-sided crush on your close friend seungyoun for who knows how long, but things don’t stay so black and white when he introduces you to his new groupmate kim wooseok.

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“Cool outfit.”

You talk through the mouthful of noodles you’re currently chewing, as Seungyoun spins around in front of you in his blue and black ensemble.

“I know, right?” he says, looking excited. “I think these are the best ones since the first outfits.” “What, your red ones?” at his nod, you nod back. “Yeah, those were cool too.” “What would you even call this style?” Seungyoun asks, checking himself out in the mirror to your side. “Like, techy or something?” “I was thinking dark superhero,” you suggest, slurping up some more noodles. “Don’t you have to go soon? I feel like your leader will be mad at me for taking up your time.”

“Seungwoo-hyung?” Seungyoun shakes his head. “No way, he’s not that strict with me and Wooseok since we’ve already experienced all of this stuff.”

“Oh,” you hum, finishing up the last of your cup noodles. You know you really shouldn’t have eaten that, but ever since your head manager Sungjoon went on leave a few weeks ago, your female managers have been a lot less picky about what the four of you are eating- and you’ve all been taking advantage of that.

“By the way,” you speak up again as you take the ramen cup over to the sink to wash it out so you can recycle it. “How’s Kim Wooseok?”

“Wooseok?” Seungyoun sounds a little confused. “I mean, he’s good. Did you guys talk a lot or something?” “Not really,” you reply honestly, tossing the ramen cup in the recycling and going to sit back down on the couch, smoothing your hands over your pants. “Just a little bit.”

Truthfully, you haven’t spoken to Wooseok since those very brief texts a few weeks ago. You did see him just for a moment earlier when you went to drop by X1’s waiting room, which is when Seungyoun decided he wanted to hang out with you while the other music show performances were going on.

You’d been nervous at first, about hanging out with Seungyoun. You thought he might ask you why you left in such a rush that day, and you still felt a little awkward, honestly. But he hadn’t, and the two of you have known each other long enough to start talking with few inhibitions.

“He asked if you were feeling better, right?”

Surprised, you frown as your head snaps over to Seungyoun, who’s now leaning against the makeup counter in the room. “Huh?”

Your friend frowns back at you. “Wooseok told me you hurried back that night because you were suddenly feeling sick. He said you mentioned it while I was gone. I gave him your number so he could ask if you were feeling better.”

“Oh, right,” you nod, smiling, going along with the story. “Sorry, it’s been a long week so it kind of slipped my mind. Yeah, that’s all he asked about.”

The conversation goes on until both of you decide it’s time to go back to your respective groups to touch up makeup before you go on stage, but something keeps nagging at you.

He couldn’t even bother to ask you himself if you were feeling better, even though Wooseok told him you were sick.

Does he even care at all?

That night, you stare at your phone, the empty text bar staring back at you, somehow feeling menacing. You’ve typed out the message a few times, then decided there’s no point to sending it, then feeling the urge to send it again.

You sigh in frustration, writing it out one more time.

Wooseok-ssi, did you tell Seungyoun that I was sick a few weeks ago? When we all had dinner?

“Whatever,” you mutter, pressing send spontaneously and then chucking your phone to the other end of your bed so you can pretend you didn’t just send that.

Ding!

You groan. You just threw it over there, and now you have to sit up and reach all the way across your bed?

Despite the inconvenience, you lean over and grab your phone from where it had been precariously sitting halfway off of the edge of your bed.

Yes. You were acting weird so I had to make something up.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but Kim Wooseok really just seems like a straightforward type of guy.

You roll over onto your stomach, trying to think up a reply. Or should you even reply? It’s not like you’re friends with him, and he already answered your question.

Oh, well, thanks for that! Seungyoun-oppa suspected nothing thanks to you :)

That message might be a little bit cringy, but you’re just trying to come off as nice to him, since he probably already has a weird impression of you with the way you reacted to him realizing you like Seungyoun.

If you’re so thankful, give me money or something

You let out a snort at his response. Okay. Maybe this guy isn’t as cut and dry as you thought. You’re trying to think of something witty to respond with when your phone dings again.

Good luck on continuing your promotions, Y/N-ssi. Goodnight.

You smile a little at the thoughtful message.

Thanks, goodnight!!

You send your own message of goodnight back, then set your phone on your nightstand, knowing you should get to sleep.

Jamiezzz wooahhhhh, Y/N!!!!! you look hot 😋😘

You laugh at Jimin’s message in the groupchat. Along with her text, she’d sent a few of the pictures from your latest sportswear endorsement. You and Soohyun had done the advertisements together, and while your youngest groupmate had felt totally comfortable in the skin-tight clothing, you were a little awkward during the whole thing. You guess it turned out well though, since the pictures of you Jimin attached honestly did look pretty hot.

Hyunggu🤪 There will be an article with 48739857382 comments about these pictures in like 2 hours, bet

Beoneon I thought you did this photoshoot with Soohyun Y/N?

You thirst over my lil sis again and I’ll fight you for real if we ever end up on a show at the same time

You cackle as you send your reply to Vernon, knowing he had asked his question with total innocence, and would be really embarrassed to read what you implied.

“Look that way,” the stylist doing your hair points to the left, so you look that way, awkwardly holding your phone up to your face so you can see the screen still.

Beoneon I literally didn’t mean it like that but ok

Jamiezzz guys do better you need to hype Y/N up NOW!!! she said this was a challenging thing for her

You hahahaha its ok

Hyunggu🤪 So I have to hype up Y/N but all my pics just get roasted? Make it make sense

Jamiezzz that’s cuz you a fool

You chuckle to yourself at your friends’ antics, then scroll back up and look at the photos of yourself again. Why hasn’t Seungyoun said anything?

Well… he’s probably busy. But then again, his group ended promotions two weeks ago when you last saw him at MCountdown. They probably just got back from Thailand yesterday. Your fingers hover over the photos. It’s not that you’re worried about what he thinks of how you look. You’re just curious.

Youn You worked hard, Y/N👍🏻

You read the message probably ten times over as soon as it pops up on the screen, unable to keep a giddy smile from rising on your lips.

Until that’s all that he says, the conversation in the group chat going on without him.

You worked hard.

You set your phone down in your lap, a frustrated sigh passing your lips. He won’t even say that you look pretty. He’s never really said something like that. He probably doesn’t even think of you in those kind of terms.

“Something upsetting happen?” the stylist asks you. You smile at her through the mirror. “Nothing important.”

This time, at a get-together with all of your friends, plus Kim Wooseok who has tagged along again, you don’t sit next to Seungyoun. You doubt he notices, but you did it on purpose.

It’s not really dinner out somewhere like you usually do- you all just decided to hang out, drink beer around a floor table at Jimin’s apartment. You’re leaving to go on a trip with your members to film for your reality show in a couple of days, and Vernon is on a short break in between tour dates, so it’s the last time you’ll all be able to gather for at least a few weeks.  

“Aren’t you two tired? I feel like you guys have been working nonstop for the past two months.” Nathan, who has finally made an appearance at one of your gatherings, refills everyones’ glasses with beer.

“Uh-huh,” Vernon answers halfheartedly, leaning back against the couch behind you. You pick up your glass and take a swig. “Tired is an understatement.” “That new manager isn’t giving you guys a break, huh?” Jimin asks you, which you nod at. “Yeah. He booked us to film a CF the literal day after we get back from Hawaii.” “Too bad that Sungjoon guy quit,” she hums, offering you a sympathetic expression.

You’ve been doing a good job tonight, of pretending like you don’t have feelings for Seungyoun. You’ve been talking a lot more to Vernon and Jimin since they’re next to you, and with all the drinking games going on, there hasn’t been a whole lot of group conversation.

That changes, though. Of course it does.

“Out of beer!” Hyunggu eventually announces, gesturing around to all of the empty glasses on the table. “Who’s going to get more?”

You stand, brushing down your clothes. “I will. I need some fresh air.” “Someone go with her,” Jimin mutters, slumped over on the couch. “It’s a dangerous world for women.”

You roll your eyes, ready to object-

“I’ll go. Come on, Y/N.”

Surprised, you look over as Seungyoun stands up, scooting behind Wooseok and Hyunggu to get into the main part of the living room.

“Alright,” you say, shrugging to seem nonchalant. “Be right back,” you tell your friends, grabbing your bag off of the kitchen counter.

Seungyoun puts his hand on top of your head as soon as you walk out the door of the apartment, ruffling your hair. “No more drinks for you when we get back, okay?” “What?” you laugh and give him a skeptical look as his hand slides down from your head to wrap around your shoulders. “Cho Seungyoun, I have the right to get wasted before I go on vacation.” “You already drank a lot,” he says, shaking you gently. “Your new manager will get mad at you.” “How do you even know that,” you grumble, even though he’s totally right. “I can tell,” he says, smiling down at you.

Your heart is beating furiously fast.

Seungyoun looks the best like this, you think. When he has no makeup on, and his hair is just falling over his forehead unstyled, and he’s wearing a hoodie and jeans. When his smile is calm and relaxed and for you. When he doesn’t feel like a public figure, who people know and love, but just him. Just Seungyoun.

He lets go of you when you get into the elevator, and immediately you miss the feeling of his arm wrapped around you.

“The two of us haven’t hung out together in a long time,” Seungyoun comments as the elevator starts descending. You glance over at him and he meets your eyes. “And you keep being too busy.” “I’m not the only busy one between us,” you tell him, patting his arm. “Anyway, we’re hanging out right now.” “We’re just going to the convenience store to get beer,” he chuckles. “Kind of a boring hangout session if you ask me.”

That stings. You look away, at the elevator doors, at the ground. Anywhere but at him.

You wish you could tell him. It’s not boring to you, doing something like buying cheap beer at a corner store with him. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing if you’re doing it with him. But you guess that he’s bored with you unless something fun is going on.

“Yeah,” you agree softly.

“Anyway, let’s hangout when you get back! When both of us are less busy, obviously.” Seungyoun continues the conversation without even a pause. “I don’t think that’s really possible, though,” you respond, feeling half-hearted now that you’ve been reminded that his smiles and gentle touches mean nothing to him. “You’ll probably have a comeback and then it’s award season.”

“We’ll make time for it somewhere,” he says, then holds out his pinky as the elevator doors open. “Promise?” You look up at him, reluctant, but give in, hooking your pinky around his. “Promise.” “Yay!” Seungyoun shakes your joined pinkies, then lets go of your hand to open the door to the apartment complex, leading you out into the crisp air of Seoul at night. “I’ll hold you to it.”

What happened last night?

You’ve read Kim Wooseok’s message a few dozen times at this point. He sent it this morning, at around ten. It’s ten pm now, and you still haven’t answered.

You’d figured he would have noticed that your mood was a little dampened after you came back to Jimin’s apartment with Seungyoun, more alcohol in tow. Even though Seungyoun advised you to stop drinking, the way he kept smiling and laughing cluelessly made you want your mind to be a little foggy. You’d been a little quiet, but that’s how you get when you drink anyway, and your friends probably hadn’t noticed anything different.

But Kim Wooseok seems to have the perceptive skills of a fortune teller.

You and Soohyun had gone to get dinner together after doing a pretty long vlive earlier, but now you’re alone by the Han river, having wanted some time to yourself to think before you go on the trip with the girls.

Your thumbs hover over the screen, but instead of typing, you just sigh, looking out over the river. You like the river a lot. When you were a trainee, you used to come and sit on the banks with the other trainees and eat snacks from the convenience store after practice. You were supposed to be studying when you didn’t have practice, but you always thought if you debuted, you wouldn’t need to have good grades anyway.

You’d been really stressed out, in those days. Worried about your debt to the company, whether you were good enough to debut, missing class all the time to go to special dance seminars. You’d been so anxious about the company finding out that you went on a date with one of your classmates that you told him the next day you didn’t think you could actually date him.

You should’ve just dated him. Maybe then you would have gotten in trouble, and then never developed an interest in Seungyoun because the experience of getting yelled at by the CEO would have scarred you.

You shake your head, laughing a little at yourself.

Ding!

Expecting a text from one of the members or your manager, you look down at your lap, eyes widening when you see the text.

Are you sitting by the river right now?

“What the…” you stand up immediately, looking around with a frown. Is Kim Wooseok literally a fortune teller or something? A psychic? Whatever someone who can see the future is called.

How did you know that?!?!

You text back, squinting to try and see if anyone walking around looks like him.

Hold on.

“Hold on?” you repeat out loud, in awe. What is going on?

You stand there in confusion for about twenty seconds, until someone walks off of the bridge that’s nearby and starts walking directly towards you.

“Are you a psychic?” you ask Kim Wooseok when he approaches you, hands tucked into his coat, mask over his mouth, glasses on. You see his cheeks lift up slightly like they do when he barely smiles. “Yup.” You give him an incredulous look. “Be honest.” “Are you telling me you actually believe in psychics, Y/N-ssi?” Wooseok says, his head tilting slightly to the left. “I was walking with a friend and saw you.”

You squint at him, not answering. This time he actually laughs, probably in disbelief. “What? You believe in psychics more than that?”

“No,” you start, crossing your arms. “That just doesn’t make sense. You don’t even live over here. It’s nighttime so it’d be hard to see me even from close by, but you somehow spotted me from that bridge?” “So what, you think I’m stalking you?” Wooseok says, looking unimpressed. “I’m just saying it’s weird,” you reply, clasping your hands together and looking around. You hear Wooseok chuckle under his breath, which kind of surprises you because he’s usually pretty serious.

“Anyway…” you start, since your legs are tired from all the dancing you did in your vlive earlier. “Want to sit down?” Even though you can’t see his whole face, you can tell that Kim Wooseok is skeptical. “On the pavement?” “Hey, there’s a step!” you point at where you’d been sitting before. Yeah, it’s just the side of the river, not one of those pretty grassy banks, so it’s just concrete steps. “Well, even if you won’t, I am.” you sit back down, stretching out your legs.

“Whatever,” you hear Wooseok mumble, and then sit down next to you.

A few seconds pass in silence, and then he speaks up again.

“It was really easy to spot you because you’re not wearing a mask, and you’re wearing the same sweater you were yesterday.”

You look over at him with wide eyes, and then down at yourself, and then laugh. “Oh, yeah, I guess you’re right. It was on my chair so I just put it on before coming out.” “Why don’t you wear a face mask?” Wooseok asks, sounding curious. “Don’t you care if people notice you?” You shake your head, leaning back on your hands. “People don’t really come up to me at night even if they recognize me. I think that happens more with male idols. Anyway, masks are stuffy and I’m not doing anything bad so I’m gonna show the world my face.” Wooseok shrugs. “As long as you don’t care if Dispatch tracks you down or something like that.” “Are you nervous?” you grin mischievously as you look sideways at him. “There could be an article out tomorrow about us meeting each other at night.” He glares. “Don’t even joke about that. My career would take a blow.” “What about my career?” you ask, scrunching up your brows. “That part isn’t relevant to me.”

“Pfft,” you flip your hair over your shoulder. “Whatever. I’m sure even if they got pictures of us your company would pay anything they asked to make sure nothing would get released.” “Probably.”

“By the way,” you say, looking at Wooseok out of the corner of your eye, a little sheepish. “Sorry I ignored your text. It’s kind of awkward that you showed up out of nowhere before I replied.”

“I expected you to ignore it,” he says. “You seem bad with confrontation.” “You can say that again,” you mutter.

“...He said something, didn’t he?” Wooseok says, looking over at you. “Seungyoun.” You match his gaze, teeth biting into your bottom lip. You look away. “It’s not that he said something in particular. It’s just that sometimes I realize that… that he just doesn’t care about me the same way I care about him.”

Wooseok is quiet for a moment, then he sighs under his breath, but he doesn’t talk.

“Sorry,” you tug on your fingers, chuckling although you know it sounds kind of strained. “I don’t mean to complain to you, I know we’re not really friends or anything…” “You don’t talk about your problems to people, do you?” he says, turning to face you. Still fidgeting, you shrug. “Just my members sometimes, I guess. I don’t want to trouble anyone.” Wooseok sighs again, a sharper sound this time. He looks away from you, and out of your peripherals, you can see him looking up at the sky. “I get that.”

“Well if you have problems, you can tell me about them if you want,” you blurt out, not really knowing why. Wooseok looks at you, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. “I’m a good listener and I give good advice.” “Nothing about how you handle your personal issues makes me believe that.” You bite your lip again. “I mean… I’m good at giving other people advice, I’m just bad at implementing it in my own life.” He pauses, then gives a short nod. “Hm.”

“How about this then?” you say, turning towards him completely. “I’ll be your personal advice-giver, and in return, you can keep me updated on Seungyoun.” “Updated?” Wooseok looks unconvinced. “I told you I’m not a stalker.” “Not like that,” you roll your eyes. “I just mean, like… I don’t know. Bring me up and see what he says. Or, if he shows interest in another girl. I want to know so I can force myself to give up on him if things look too dire.” “I think things are already dire for you,” Wooseok mutters, but it sounds like he made it purposefully loud enough for you to hear. He speaks up louder after that. “I don’t want your bad advice, but I’ll help you if you buy me food.”

Well. That’s honestly probably a better idea.

“Deal.” you hold out your hand. Wooseok looks at it, still seeming skeptical, then reaches out and grasps it. His hands are pretty, you notice, as he shakes yours once, firmly.

“Don’t be weird about it,” he says, a warning tone in his voice. “What?” you scrunch your nose. “I’m not weird.” At this, Wooseok laughs. Actually laughs, not the awed one from before. “Not weird? I’m amazed you even said that.” “Whatever,” you shrug, leaning back on your hands again. “People like my personality.” “I’m sure your fans find it… endearing.” “Why’d you have to say endearing like that?!”

“What’re you so peppy for?” Eunmi asks when you get back to your apartment. You shrug, dropping your keys in the dish by the door. “Just ‘cause.”

She gives you a doubtful look as she mixes up what looks like some bibimbap at the breakfast bar. “Did Cho Seungyoun text you or something?” “Nope,” you say, popping the p. “I’ll see you in the morning, unnie!” “Huh?” she calls after you. “L/N Y/N, I swear if you went out to see him-”

You shut your bedroom door behind you, feeling very content.

You pull out your phone, tapping on Kim Wooseok’s name, and snap a selfie with the peace sign up to send to him.

Let’s work hard, Wooseok-ssi! Pick a place to eat, for when I get back from Hawaii~~

A few minutes go by while you take off your makeup and do your skincare routine before you check to see if he’s responded.

Just go to sleep 

You nod to yourself. That seems like him.

You sleep well that night.

[ohmyjinsus]

masterlist ✨

legend

♛  gender neutral reader

✧ female reader

hanbin (b.i.)

✧ that’s what friends do

enhypen

heeseung

♛ everything has changed

♛ the very first night

jake

♛ forever winter

sunghoon

♛ gorgeous

nct

mark

♛ really really

pentagon

changgu

✧ kissing by the book

♛  evermore

hongseok

♛ the right reasons

wooseok

♛ paper rings

stray kids

jisung

♛ cruel summer

tomorrow x together

soobin

♛ today was a fairytale

yeonjun

♛ I wish you would

victon

byungchan

♛ this love

[ripvanwrinklethegunslinger]

Can I request a Wooseok mafia au, where “woosatan” comes out? (No smut though please...)

Real Nightmares

Wooseok!Mafia x Female!reader

Warning: Strong language, Mentions of drugs and criminal stuff

A/n: I’m so sorry if this reaquest looks hurried! please tell me if you liked it! and hope it made you satisfied <3

Wooseok sits down at his desk in his little office space at home and takes a sip of his cup of coffee. Your just cooking some sort of dinner and listening to the radio, just as the sun hits your face you set down the big cup of tea on the cooking counter. You sigh and just look out at the beautiful view of Seoul.

You turn around to stir the pot of noodles, and

as your done with the food you feel a pair of hands slide around your waist and Wooseok’s cheek was pressed up against your cheek.

“How are you doing princess?”

“fine, just a little tired” you said

just after dinner wooseok needed to go to work, he worked at night in his own nightclubs and his big company, where they do drug deals and other criminal things like gang fights and so on.

Midnight

you were lying fast asleep in your king sized bed in a big hoodie and a pair of pink panties, you turned to the middle of the bed and there your felt a warmth radiating towards you and you woke up in a hurry as you felt a hand around your waist and right after there was a hand placed right over your mouth and you start to panic and then you felt a sharp pain in your head and everything went black…

Wooseok was sitting in the V.I.P zone chatting with a dude that had a meeting with him, one of his best friends Seungyoun came running up to them in a hurry

“Dude are company building and your mansion is getting raided right now! they need help!”

“But what the fuck are the guards doing then!” he screeched . and that’s when they knew they have been tricked by the douche in front of him tying to buy up there time

A hot minute later

you woke up on your sofa with arms holding you down and you had a cloth over your mouth, just as you start to look around you hear the door fly open in a swift movement that made you flinch a little.

“You ugly piece of shit! how dear you think you can lay a single finger on my Diamond!?” Wooseok said in utter rage as he stormed towards the both of you  and his eyes just said *Kill, Kill, Kill* and it made your really scared. you just closed your eyes and you feel the guy being pulled away from you and the cloth over your mouth was ripped out. you are meet with a pair of soft eyes that belongs too Seungwoo

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah” you answered in a short but loud enough for him to hear

 you can see the man being escorted out of the house with the help of too strong and well built men

“Y/n?! did he touch you!?” wooseok started

“I’m ok you big baby..” you said tired

“i am sorry for putting you in danger like that, love. and if i ever see another man touch you in any way that makes you uncomfortable i’ll personally kill him with my bear hands” Wooseok gave you a big hug and promised you that he would upp the security, and make up for this night

[Angelika]

[softwonjunnie]

strike three  ⚾ chapter five

“sometimes, you find love where you’d least expect it.”

☽ baseball team captain!jinhyuck x softball team captain!reader

☽ college!au    

☽ ft. up10tion’s jinhyuck, uniq’s seungyoun, up10tion’s wooseok and most likely other produce x 101 contestants aswell

☽ also kim jiyeon, cho sojung and kim hyunjung of wjsn just to have a face to those names, but if you want to imagine your own people go ahead because this is mainly a produce x 101 fic

☽ fluff and bits of angst, possibly more mature content but only following a warning

☽ second person view, female reader who goes by your name (y/n)

☽ word count  : 3k

☽ finished at 2019-11-25, 9:30 pm cet

☽ a/n : finaaaallyyyyy! sorry for the long wait... i’ve had quite a lot going on in my life lately, both physically and mentally (and a maaaajor writers block when it came to this...). thank you all for waiting. also, go check out jinhyuk’s solo debut! it’s great!!

ALSO! click here to find jinhyuk and y/n’s clothes for the party!!

trigger warning : mentions of anxiety/panic attacks! 

Masterlist l Chapter one l Chapter two l Chapter three l Chapter four l Chapter five 

↬ The two of you spent a good amount of time that evening together, getting to know each other’s kissing styles so that you could be prepared for the party. Or, to you, it was more of a moment to get to know the whole act of kissing itself. After some time, you actually grew more confident and less scared of the party. Or, at least that’s what you thought in the moment.

But when you woke up the next morning, there was a huge lump in your throat. You were a bit on-edge the whole day, and your mind wandered back to thinking about the party any time it could. 

As Fridays were the teams’ only weekday free from practice, parties were often held on exactly those days, except for if there was a game the morning after. Games were most often either on Saturdays or Sundays, with sometimes a celebratory party on Saturday evening if the game went well. There weren’t any games until the nationals, so the whole weekend would be free for players to be hungover, so Wooseok had planned his party on a good day. After school, you went straight back to your dorm to get some rest before Jinhyuk would pick you up at 8. Right as you were done eating a quick dinner, Sojung came crashing in through the door.

“Girl, I saw this in the shop window today and I needed to get you it for tonight,” she said as she placed a shopping bag on the floor in front of you.

“Didn’t you have class today?”

“Yes I did, but since when does that mean I have to attend it?” You chuckled at her response but grinned, reaching down to the bag. You saw that it was from a shop you had heard from - not exactly a cheap store.

“Sojung, I can’t take this. It must’ve been super expensive,” you said, giving her a thankful yet sad smile.

She shook her head at you. “It was on sale, like 70% off! And give it back tomorrow if you want to, just please, please, wear it tonight.” You stood still, only thinking about it for a few seconds, before agreeing. You nodded at her and could instantly see how her whole face shone up. “Try it on, then! Go!” 

You picked the piece of clothing out of the bag, and - it was really pretty. It was a black shoulderless dress, with the sleeves merely a little bit puffed. It was decorated along the chest and sleeves with strings, and only held up by two strings over the shoulders. You were stunned. “Have I ever told you that you have great taste in clothes?” Sojung only grinned and you could really tell how excited she was to see you in it. 

You got changed quickly, and when you were done, you turned around for her to see you - and her mouth hung agape. “Wow. Just wow,” she said and you couldn’t help blushing. You walked over to the full-length mirror by the front door and watched yourself. You weren’t someone who usually dressed up all fancy; you usually didn’t have a reason to. But now that you had, you felt confident. You looked good. The dress hugged your body in just the right places, and it wasn’t too short or too long for your taste. You smiled at the sight in the mirror. 

Sojung’s voice soon interrupted your thoughts. “Jinhyuk is going to love it. And you.” And now you were blushing even harder. You hadn’t thought yet about Jinhyuk seeing you in that dress, and suddenly you got really nervous. He had pretty much never seen you like this, all dressed up, and you were unsure of how he was going to react. 

“Let me do your hair!” Sojung’s mother was a hairstylist, so she had been taught how to work with hair from when she was very young. She always braided your hair for your competitions and put your hair in pretty hairstyles for special occasions. This time, she put your hair up in a cool ponytail and gave your hair some pretty waves. Just as you were about to check yourself out in the mirror, there was a knock on the door. You checked the time on your phone, 7:41, before opening the door - and behind it stood none other than Jinhyuk.

“Oh, you’re early!” you exclaimed, a bit surprised as you didn’t expect to see him so soon.

“And you’re really pretty,” he said and grinned, pulling you in for a hug.

You heard your own heartbeat very loudly in your head. Did he really call me pretty just now?, you thought to yourself. You breathed deeply to try to collect yourself, and put a bright smile on your lips as you pulled away from the hug. Your eyes scanned his outfit; he was wearing a white button-up with thin black vertical stripes, and its hem was lazily tucked into his ripped jeans at some parts. The jeans’ holes over his knees were so large that his whole knees were sticking out - but it looked cool nonetheless. And on his feet, a pair of regular white sneakers that matched his shirt. His outfit was simple, to say the least, yet it made him look very handsome. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself,” you snickered and nudged his side with your elbow.

“Do you need some more time or are you ready to leave?” You nodded and went to grab your phone, and on the way back you saw Sojung who was still watching you with a big smile plastered on her lips. You pulled her in for a hug.

“Thank you so so much,” you whispered to her and squeezed her extra tightly.

“It’s my pleasure,” she said back, pulling away from the hug to smile at you. 

You walked over to Jinhyuk who was holding his out hand for you, and you took it in yours. You put on your shoes and waved a last time to Sojung before leaving through the front door. “How are you feeling?”

You two began walking towards the exit and you let out a small sigh. “A bit nervous, but I’m fine.”

“Don’t be,” His thumb stroked the back of your hand softly as you went out through the front door, heading towards the parking lot. “I won’t leave your side, and you know you can cancel the kissing if you want.”

You nodded to yourself, but couldn’t get any more words out of your mouth. You wanted to do it, you really did - you really wanted people to think of you two as a legit couple for the contest - but it frightened you. A lot. Just the thought of being that close to Jinhyuk, kissing Jinhyuk, in front of all these people made you dizzy. But you had to stay strong.

You two soon reached Jinhyuk’s car which was parked in the school’s parking lot. As the party was going to be in an apartment off-campus, there was a drive of a couple of minutes, but Jinhyuk filled it up by talking to you about all kinds of nonsense to calm you down. When you arrived at Wooseok’s apartment, Jinhyuk ran around the car to the passenger’s seat to open the door for you and help you out. You smiled at his actions and thanked him, and he threw his arm around your waist to keep you close before leading you inside.

The room you first entered was the combined hallway/living room, with big speakers playing some kind of EDM music and lamps shooting beams in green and blue all over the room. There was a smell of alcohol, so strong your nose itched a bit. The room was filled with students with red cups in their hands, some dancing slowly and out of sync to the music, some just standing upright and talking. “Let’s find Wooseok,” Jinhyuk said and you nodded at him.

The room was so crowded that it was hard for you to get through, and Jinhyuk’s grip on your waist tightened, making sure that you wouldn’t fall away into the mass. You two made it into the kitchen after a few moments, and there was Wooseok, chatting with a girl who was sitting on a kitchen counter. You hadn’t seen her on campus before, but you assumed she went to your school - but you thought she must’ve been in a lower grade than you, as she looked a few years younger. She had light brown wavy hair that framed her pretty looks, and dark freckles that were sprinkled across her face.

“What’s up, man?” Jinhyuk said when you approached the two of them.

“Hey, I’m glad you both could make it!” Wooseok snickered, a grin spreading across his lips. “Guys, this is Natasha.” He introduced the girl and she waved to you with a cute smile. “Natasha, this is Jinhyuk and Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said and Jinhyuk nodded next to you.

“You too!” Natasha exclaimed and pulled a hand through her big, fluffy hair to get it out of her face.

You could really understand why Wooseok liked her (if it was actually real and not just to get on better terms with her father, that is). Everything about her was pretty - her smile, her nose, her hair, her eyes. If Wooseok is actually using her, you thought to yourself, then this is awful. Then she deserves someone much better.

The boys soon got immersed in a discussion about some football game, and Natasha was pulled away after a little while by one of her friends to the living room-area. You weren’t particularly interested in the conversation going on, but as you scouted the room you didn’t notice anyone familiar, so you had nowhere to go. So you stayed right next to Jinhyuk. And his arm never left its place around your waist.

After a while, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw someone you knew. Kim Jiyeon, a senior and the greatest batter of the softball team. You two weren’t exactly best friends, but as you were teammates, you knew each other well.

“Hey girl! I didn’t think you’d make it,” she rejoiced and pulled you in for a hug.

Giving her a squeeze back, you smiled to yourself at her excitement. “It’s nice to see you!” You two pulled away from the hug. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Well, this guy forced me to come here with him,” she said and pointed towards the boy standing behind her - Lee Hangyul, the baseball team’s strongest shortstop. He was responsible for more double plays than any other shortstop in the league last season. He was also a quite nice guy, one of the few boys on the team who didn’t consider himself “too cool” to talk to you softball players. He and Jiyeon were sworn best friends, and according to them only so - though a lot of people thought there was something else going on between them.

The boys broke off their chitchat and you all five started small-talking together instead. The boys soon went to get some drinks, and Jinhyuk kissed your cheek as he mumbled into your ear that he’d be back any minute.

Jiyeon leaned against a kitchen counter before she started talking. “So... How are you feeling about the competition? Are you nervous?”

You were confused. What contest was she talking about? “Do you mean the national championships?” you asked, to which she shook her head and smiled at you.

“No, the one tonight.” You searched through your mind. Did Jinhyuk mention any contest? Had your memory been erased in some magical way? Jiyeon saw your struggle and spoke up again. “The kissing contest. The round of ~too hot~, don’t you know? You and Jinhyuk are up against Natasha and Wooseok. The couple the crowd likes the most wins.”

Your heart stopped. Was this for real? You weren’t only going to kiss Jinhyuk in front of all these people, but you were going to be judged by them? The thought of them watching your every move, how your mouth moved against his, made your stomach twist. Your mind went blank and you stopped breathing for a few seconds.

A hand on your shoulder woke you up again. “Y/N? What’s going on?” Jiyeon’s voice echoed through your head along with the loud music and you blinked a couple of times to try to see clearer. Everything was dark. Your breathing became heavier.

“I-I-I need to get some air...” you let out all in one breath before turning around and moving as quickly as you could through the crowd. There were people everywhere, dancing and hollering at each other. The tunes coming out of the speakers made your head hurt, and the extreme smell of alcohol didn’t make it any better. As you pushed yourself between the students, you felt a strong pain in your chest and your breathing intensified. I just need to get outside, you thought to yourself. I just need some air...

Finally, after what felt like hours, you found a back door that lead to Wooseok’s small backyard. Pulling the handle down with all the power you had left in your body, you let the door slide open and you threw yourself outside, letting it close behind you. You sat down on the grass and it was as if you finally let loose. Like everything just poured out of you. The anxiety over having to kiss him in front of someone, anyone at all, and the anxiety of knowing they will judge you from all that you do. You started hyperventilating, and now tears were falling along your cheeks nonstop. You felt like someone was choking you. The world was spinning and you reached forward with trembling hands to try to stabilize yourself to the ground.

Suddenly, your arms were pulled gently up over your head and your hands were held by another large pair of hands. “Breathe,” a voice whispered lowly.

You recognized it - it was Jinhyuk’s.

“Do it with me. Breathe in,” he said and really emphasized the in, signaling for you to take it slow. “and out.” And so he continued. You tried your best to follow him, even though it was hard.

And Jinhyuk was nothing but patient with you. He took it slow, and focused on helping you bring you up from all of this. His thumbs alternated between stroking the back of your hands and wiping tears off your cheeks.

When you eventually calmed down and could breathe properly again, you felt another wave of feelings wash over you - but this time, it was feelings of embarrassment. You had been sitting here crying like a total freak, in front of one of the most popular boys in school, a boy you knew talked to all his friends about almost everything - especially when it came to girls.

You looked away as he let go of your hands, and could feel your cheeks heating up instantly. Your hand went up to draw your fingers through your hair, a habit of yours for whenever you got embarrassed. “Are you okay?” the boy in front of you asked, seemingly worried.

“Yes,” you spoke in a weak voice, feeling like your voice wasn’t strong enough not to crack if you were to say anything else.

“What caused all of this? Is it the kiss?”

You shook your head. ”No...” you mumbled. “or, yes, kind of. I don’t know.” A couple of lonely tears ran along your cheek once again. “I heard about the... competition.”

“The what?”

“There’s apparently some kind of contest between you and me, and Wooseok and Natasha.”

You looked up at him after finishing your sentence, and Jinhyuck pulled a face you couldn’t quite understand, but he looked really confused. “What?!”

“Jiyeon told me about it, and...” You let out a sigh. “something just happened. I couldn’t control it. I needed to get out of there.”

Suddenly, Jinhyuck pulled his arms around you and engulfed you into a soft hug. “There’s absolutely no pressure to do this, okay? We can go back to the dorm right now if you’d like to.”

Shaking your head, you pulled away from the hug and wiped away the last of your tears. “I can go through with the kissing, it’s just the contest that I’m not up for.”

“I could go inside and tell them to call it off?”

You looked up at him with hope in your eyes. “Could you do that?”

He nodded and smiled at you. “Of course. Anything for you.”

A weight lifted off your shoulders and you could finally smile again. Did he really mean that? Saying that was really sweet of him, and it didn’t seem like he only said it for the deal - it seemed like he genuinely cared for you.

“Thank you.” He nodded and reached forward to cup your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb ever so softly, before standing up and walking back towards the house. But as he was about to enter, the door was opened by someone else - Seungyoun.

“Is she okay?” He asked, shooting a worried glance over towards you.

Jinhyuk nodded. “Just... be gentle with her,” he muttered under his breath before heading in to the party and letting Seungyoun walk over to you.

He stopped right in front of you and sighed, before saying “We need to talk.”.