So Lovely.


so lovely.
jongho x gn reader
warnings: none<3 just tooth rotting fluff
a/n: i cannot stop writing sweet n soft fluff about this man and i will not stop
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he was exhausted after the show. you hadnât expected jongho to be as tired as he was, but as soon as he got back to your hotel room after performing, he promptly collapsed on your hotel bed.  you jumped a little bit as you felt his hands wander up your body, fingers slightly gripping your hips as jongho used you as leverage to drag himself further up the bed, finally settling with his firm, spent body lying on top of yours.Â
âwelcome back, babyâÂ
you murmured softly, stroking jonghos product-filled hair out of his eyes. he only hums in response, clearly ready to fall asleep for as long as youâd let him stay on top of you.  you decided to indulge him, letting his breath even out as the adrenaline from the concert wears off. you and him stay like that for a while, breaths syncing in the comfortable softness of your dim room. eventually you realize he hasnât even changed out of his stage outfit. andâŠ..wait. he hasnât even bothered to wash his makeup off, either. the jongho you know usually takes the time to take care of himself before stumbling off to bed.  apparently today took too much of a toll on him to even manage that.Â
feeling slightly guilty, you attempt to rouse jongho from his sleep. he only grunts at your pathetic attempts to shove him off of you, wrapping his arms more firmly around your warm body as he snuggles back into you.Â
âjongho. jjong. baby. you gotta get up!â
you poke his shoulder, whisper shouting as to not completely break the comfortable atmosphere of your shared room.Â
jongho finally raises his head, eyes slightly red with sleep as he looks into your own.Â
âwhatâŠ. what is it, baby? what could possibly be more important than sleep right now??â jongho whines at you, the pout growing on his face as you push the both of you off the bed. your feet hit the carpet immediately, but jongho stumbles and almost falls flat on the ground. he silently asks for a hand, apparently needing some help standing up, his body still unsteady from his nap. jongho turns to you with a small frown, eyes questioning your intentions as you wrap him up in a small hug.
âjongho, your makeup is still on, and you know how bad it is for your skin to sleep in makeup.â you frown up at him as he rubs his hand along his warm, swollen cheeks, realizing that you are exactly right. his makeup IS still on, along with his stage outfit, his shoes, his jewelryâŠâŠ
boy, was he a mess today.
jongho nods silently at you as you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. he stumbles a bit on the lush flooring, and you tighten your grip on his hand in an attempt to steady his sleepy stumbling. you both get to the bathroom, and jongho with winces at the sudden flood of bright lights. you let go of jonghos hand, albeit reluctantly, and he stands to the side as you rummage around in the drawers and cabinets, grabbing makeup wipes, washcloths, facial cleanser, even a razorâŠ.. basically all the things jongho needed right now but couldnât find the energy to do himself. as you gather your supplies, jongho strips out of his heavy stage outfit and changes into a comfortable pair of heavy cotton shorts and a loose tshirt. you blush slightly as you catch a glimpse of his bare chest in the mirror before he slips the tshirt on. you donât see jongho watch your face grow pink, but what you do see is him totter back over to you with a small blush of his own resting on his soft cheeks.
you straighten back up as you find all the things you had been looking for, turning around to find your sweet boy looking at you with the purest expression of love in his lovely brown irises. blame it on the lack of sleep, but jongho could not believe his luck at the moment. here you were, ready to help him out in any and every way you could, just to make sure he went to bed okay. god, was he lucky.Â
but the love in his eyes was quickly replaced with confusion as you start motioning towards the hotels shiny bathroom countertop. jongho only looks at you in confusion, before you finally speak up.Â
âon the counter, jjong. sit up on the counter so i can get that makeup off.â
jonghos mouth forms an O as he realizes what you mean. he nods slightly as he saunters over to where you are standing, hopping up onto the countertop and facing you as you ready your supplies. finally, when you have all of your things ready, you situate yourself between jonghos legs. and with his knees tight around your waist and his gaze set firmly on your determined face, you set to work on his makeup.Â
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wipe after wipe you work away at his foundation, his eye makeup, and his eyebrow makeup. with every stroke of your hand you feel his eyes set on you, making you nervous with the intensity. you get a slight break when you order him to shut them while you wipe at his eyelids, but he quickly wraps his hands around your wrist to make up for the loss of eye contact. his hand on you is almost worse than the eye contact.Â
as you continue on away from his eyes, he keeps his own eyes closed, basking in the feeling of your warmth, large hand never leaving your wrist, his callused thumb stroking up and down your skin, sending shivers down your spine.Â
you finally get down to your last makeup wipe, making sure that the edges of jonghos face are clean and free of the heavy makeup. as you finish up with your wipes, you start to move away from jongho to reach the facial cleanser on the other end of the countertop. as you start to pull yourself out of jonghos increasingly tight embrace, jonghos eyes fly open as he wraps his legs tighter around your waist with an intensity that makes you gasp.Â
âjongho? whatâs the deal, love?â
you say, your incredulity at his sudden action clear in your slightly frustrated tone of voice. jongho just grins at you, noting that despite your annoyance with him, you still managed to call him your love.
âjusâ want you close, mkay?â he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours. you sigh into his embrace, irritation melting off of you at his touch. and oh, is he warm. so warm and so comfortable and soâŠ. lovely. jongho is so so lovely. heâs sweet, heâs kind, heâs talented,Â
heâs yours.Â
you breathe deeply as jongho runs his hand up and down your back, mumbling sweet things as you bury your face deeper into his embrace.
and then heâs saying the loveliest things.
about how much he loves you, how happy he is to have met you, how he found true love and how he never wants to leave you. you do your best to mumble back your thanks, but it comes to a point where jongho isnât even giving compliments anymore, but instead just breathing out âi love youâs into your hair, voice slightly muffled but nevertheless full of affection. your heart is swelling as jonghos heart beats steady against your cheek. you could stay here forever. and youâre sure jongho would have no complaints.Â
with a deep sigh, you pull away, and now it was jonghos turn to grumble at you. you start to leave his embrace in an attempt to grab the facial cleanser, but jongho stops you and with little difficulty reaches over and grabs it himself. you raise an eyebrow at his antics but he only sends you the sweetest smile as he hands you the cleanser. how could you stay mad at him for being so sweet and kind? there was just no way. even when he was being annoying he was loving you. you couldnât be more grateful.Â
you re-situate yourself between jonghos legs and put a bit of the cleanser on the tips of your fingers, ordering jongho to close his eyes again. he obliges, grabbing onto your waist and leaning his face down so you can reach better. you rub the cleanser onto his skin, gently and carefully, almost massaging his face as you make sure to cover all the necessary places. your fingers move in slow circles, smoothing the cleanser over his round cheeks with a soft pressure. as you continue your ministrations, you notice jonghos head dropping slightly. you decide to ignore it, but he soon makes that impossible as his face suddenly drops onto your shoulder in pure exhaustion. you chuckle slightly as he snuggles his slightly damp face into your neck. you reach your hand up into his soft locks, running your nails over his scalp as jongho sighs in contentment. you both stay like that for a while, but the wet feeling in your neck soon becomes too unpleasant.Â
âjjong? we have to finish your cleanser, i know youâre tired but weâre almost done, i promise.âÂ
jongho grumbles out an âalright fineâ and reluctantly lifts his face from your warm hold. he closes his eyes without instruction as you finish up with his facial cleanser, washing it away with a warm cloth as you finally move away from him.Â
jongho doesnât complain this time, eyes fluttering open to watch your next move. you wash your hands of the facial cleanser and get ready to leave the bathroom. jongho looks confused, but you soon explain.Â
âshower, jongho. you need to shower. my makeup wipes and facial cleanser can only do so much.â you say with a small grin, giggling as jongho looks on in horror, sneaking a sniff of his armpits and grimacing slightly.Â
âokay, okay, but only if i get to be big spoon afterwardsâ jongho asks, a slight quirk of his eyebrows being the only convincing you need. not that it took much anyway. he was the love of your life. plus, small spoon was cozy and jongho was big and warm. what was there to not like?Â
you eagerly nod at his request and he hops off the countertop, making his way towards you. he wraps you up one more time, but this time he lands a kiss in your lips. jonghos kiss is soft, intentional, and achingly sweet. the tip of his finger is tilting your chin upwards, and his nose is pressed against yours as he enjoys the soft pressure of your mouth on his. he pulls away, but not before giving you a few more quick pecks, as if you needed more convincing of his love. as if. jongho kisses you one last time on the forehead and you both separate, jongho heading towards the shower and you heading out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. as you shut the door behind you, you take a deep sigh, contemplating the deeply domestic moment you had just shared with the absolute love of your life. seriously, what had you done to deserve him?Â
little did you know, jongho was on the other side of the door, leaning against the wall, thinking the same exact thing.Â
your love was so strong, so pure. so sweet.
so lovely.
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Stretch you out

Pairing: Gym Trainer Yeosang x gn!reader
Word count: 1.4K
Warning: Unprotected sex (make sure you are safe besties), vaginal sex, dry humping kinda??, sub reader, kinda pwp
A/N: I honest can just see Yeo being a gym trainer that you tell your friends you wanna fuck tbh lol. It's just something short and fun to give yall!
"C'mon, you can do it, a little more for me."
"Ahh~ please no more Yeo, you're gonna break me." You said between your battered moaning.
"No I'm not, you can handle it." he giggled as he watched you struggle. Two things were going on right now that caused you to struggle at this moment.
Number one, Yeosang, your unforgiving trainer decided to call you out on your excuses today. You always quit the routines he would give you mid-way saying your body felt tight and that you forgot to stretch at home. Him being a sweetheart he didn't want to overwork you and risk you pulling something so he always let you bail out, however today he offered to help stretch you out and wouldn't take no for an answer. You arrived at his gym prepared to be worked out to high hell today, thank god you got private sessions so no one else would be there to watch you suffer. At first, the stretching was pretty standard and not that bad, you actually felt your body loosening up, he then instructed you to lay on your back so he could stretch your legs, thighs, and glutes. Your heart raced a bit thinking about your sexy and buff trainer gripping your legs and ass but you refrained from thinking too much about it to keep a professional vibe. Feeling Yeosang palm your ass like a basketball made you feel hot inside and you couldn't help but let out small "Fuck"s and whimpers as he shifted your legs in various positions
The thought of him flipping you around with ease while he fucked you turned you on so much, maybe too much because you started to feel your pussy tingle as it got wetter the more he touched you. You looked down to see Yeo sweating from moving you around, the sweat made those huge biceps of his glisten and of course, he chose to wear a sleeveless Nike compression shirt today and his broad chest looked huge, you could feel the room spinning but you kept your composure. It was all swell until he gripped both your ankles and folded your legs to your shoulders.
"Ahhh, fuck." your eyes got wide at your sudden outburst.
"Feels good to be getting stretched out like this huh? See what happens when you prep properly!" He said with an eager smile, he was so sweet and oblivious he didn't realize he was just egging on your fantasy of letting your trainer fuck you good into the gym floor mats.
"Y-yeah." you said as your brain got foggy. Yeosang stretched your legs even more, bringing your ankles to your ears as he leaned his body against you.
This is where your second problem came in, while he was pressing his body against you you started to feel something else press against your core. That's when you realized, Yeosang definitely free balls in his gym clothes because his dick was hard as a pipe pressing against your already needy pussy. Seems like someone else is also enjoying this session a bit too much, but you knew Yeosang would never make a move on you, he was too polite, so now you're stuck with his unhelpful banter and hard dick.
"You're doing such a good job, just a little longer Y/N and we'll be done."
You couldn't help the sounds falling from your mouth as he praised you, you couldn't take it anymore, this was the most torturous version of edging you could think of.
"Y-yeo please, please." you said in a hoarse voice, he tried to get closer which only brushed his length more into your walls.
"What was that? I can't hear you, speak up." he said, no fucking way he doesn't know what he's doing.
"Oh my fucking God Yeo please you're going to kill me."
"You can take it, I know you can." he said, oh yeah he knew exactly what he was doing, he just needed you to give him the green light at this point, he just wanted to hear you say you needed him so he could fuck you senseless right then and there. He pushed on your legs even more, his dick sandwiching between your soaking wet walls as it pressed against your needy clit, you yelled out even more moans, you couldn't hold them back anymore.
"Please just fuck me, please, I need it so bad, please oh my god!" You yelled out, you didn't even realize you said that, your mind was only on getting fucked by him and feeling every inch of his dick inside you.
Yeosang giggled teasingly at your request.
"I thought you would never ask." He sat back on his legs as your weak legs stayed in place, Yeo was a nice guy but he was rude as fuck when it came to sex. He gripped your leggings with both hands in the crotch part and ripped it open, exposing your wet sex. He rubbed his fingers over it as he stared at your kitty like it was the most beautiful sight. He placed his two fingers over your throbbing clit and rubbed circle 8's on it, your hips bucked upward because of the sensitivity, more moans and pleads fell from your lips.
"Do you need to be stretched here too gorgeous?" He said looking up at you with the face of an angel but the horniness of a grown man.
"Yes, please! Please put your dick in me." You continued to beg as your hips bucked and moved on their own, he decided to not make you wait anymore, he pulled his shorts down a bit and let out his angry red dick, he reached for his gym bag, and pulled out a condom.
"Please no Yeo, I want to feel you inside me, I'm on birth control."
Luckily one of the things that came with being your trainer was you being very open with him and telling him everything so he knew you recently were tested and could trust you.
"So needy for her trainers dick, how long have you wanted this love?"
He said as he gripped his dick and lined it up with your entrance.
"So long Yeo, so fucking long." You said as more whiny moans came out of you.
He brushed your wet pussy with his dick to cover it with your slick then pushed his hard tip in, he slowly sank his length into you as he held both your ankles in the air, his mouth was a gape while your eyes rolled to the back of your head, already feeling the rush of your orgasm approaching. He finally bottomed out in you, leaned down, pushing your legs back to your ears, and took no time as he started to drill into your leaky cunt. The macaroni noises your needy pussy was making mixed with your desperate moans was like a porno was being made. He was relentless with how his hips moved as he continued to drill into you.
"Your so wet, you like how my dick stretches your little pussy out? It's so tight I'm surprised I can fit in so easily."
His vulgar words only egged your orgasm on even more, your brain was empty, only hearing the slapping noises being made by the raw and unfiltered sex. You were babbling nonsense while he fucked you dumb. Tears started to fall from your eyes.
"Please Yeo I'm going to cum please fuck me more."
He had a cocky grin on his face watching you get fucked into a dumb drooling, crying mess, he thrust his dick hard and deep into you, you could feel him hitting deep inside.
"Your pussy is going to be nice and stretched out when I'm done, you'll only be able to fit my dick inside of it." His endless stamina from working out was showing because his hips never stopped driving into you. You felt your peak as you screamed his name, drool running down the side of your cheeks as your orgasm took over you, your whole body shook from how powerful it was. Yeosang continued to fuck you through your high, when you finished he pulled out and sat on his knees, he pumped himself a few times then hot ropes of cum shot onto your stomach, legs, and butt, getting all over your clothes, remember when I said he was rude as hell? Thank God these were your gym clothes and you changed here.
He looked at his watch as you were stuck there from getting absolutely drilled.
"Looks like our session is up. Can't wait to see you tomorrow." He said with his cute little smile.
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this is the part 2 of Heavenly! go read that first for more context if u haven't already :)
⥠đđđđđđđđ: yunho x female reader, mingi x female reader
⥠đđđđđ: filthy smut (mdni!!!) +18!
⥠đđđđ đđđđđ: 2,1k
⥠đđđđđđđ: after a crazy game of spin the bottle, things took an interesting turn when you find yourself between a rock and a hard place because of your two sexy roommates. however, things are about to get even crazier.
⥠đ/đ: this is my first time writing full-on smut, so pls spare me a little heh, feedback is very much appreciated!!
{NSFW TAGS UNDER THE CUT}
⥠đđđđđđđ/đđđđđđđđ: dom!mingi, switch!yunho, switch!reader, non idol!au, foul language, use of pet names, cursing, sexual themes, making out, voyeurism, dirty talk, unprotected sex (booooo), std talk, degradation, praise, explicit consent, spanking, oral sex (male and female receiving), bigdick!yunho, bigdick!mingi

You gulp, your gaze travelling hesitantly from Yunho to Mingi.
"So, who's it gonna be?" Mingi asks, propping his arms on the doorway. You lower your gaze to the floor, but you can still feel the two pairs of brown eyes looking at you.
"I want both of you." You confess after gathering some courage. Your voice is a bit weak, almost afraid of the outcome. Mingi chuckles at your words.
"Never imagined you were such a wild one. However, I don't like to share." You finally look him in the eyes, he's smirking.
"Then wait for your fucking turn." Yunho suddenly speaks after being quiet for a while, grabbing you by the arm and walking you towards his own room. You can't help but gulp at his sudden change of demeanor. He's always been more of a gentleman, which you adore of course, but seeing this side of him...you had to admit it turned you on.
For a second you think that Mingi would give up, but hearing footsteps following you close behind, you almost have no doubts that they're his. Yunho and you enter the room, and before he can close the door, the oreo haired boy enters in a rush, but seeming annoyed.
"Don't mind me, I'm just gonna enjoy the view, but then you're all mine baby." Mingi says, sitting down on the desk chair, facing the bed. Yunho rolls his eyes before speaking.
"Are you sure you want to do this sweetheart?" He asks, cupping your face with his hands, and looking down at you lovingly. You nod vigorously, but he isn't satisfied.
"Use your words, pretty."
"Yes, I want to do this." You say out loud, and Yunho smiles.
"That's more like it. But if you want to stop anytime, you tell me." You hum in agreement before grabbing him by the collar, pulling him closer, and crashing your lips into his. He grabs your waist, adoring the shape of your body, pulling your body even closer to his. Your hands move to his hair, playing with some strands. Your mouths move fast, the kiss becoming wetter and sloppier by the second.
"Please, fuck me Yunho." You manage to murmur into the kiss. He separates slightly from you, and you're able to see his eyes suddenly turning darker, his gaze being pure lust. He catches his breath and takes in your words, feeling his boner grow bigger and bigger. His hands grab the bottom of your dress, and you put your arms up to help him lift it over your head. He stops to take a good look at you, up and down, biting his lip before returning to help you take off your bra, heels and panties. You feel Mingi's intense gaze on you, and turning to look at him, you catch him smirking.
"I've imagined what you look like naked several times. I wasn't expecting you to be this hot." You blush at Mingi's words, suddenly feeling shy. Yunho lets out a deep breath before wrapping his arms around you, kissing and biting your neck. A soft moan escapes your mouth at the sensation, and you feel him smirk against your sensitive skin.
"Get on the bed." He commands, and you follow, laying down on the bed while he discards his own clothes, only leaving his boxer. As he's walking towards the bed, your eyes sneakily travel towards the south of his body, only to open them wide at the imprint on his boxers, a breath catching on your throat. Yunho immediately notices your reaction, and lets out a laugh, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
"Would you rather we do this with, or without a condom?" He asks sweetly.
"I haven't got any left, but honestly I got tested last week and I'm clean." You both stop to think about it.
"I do have some, but I'm clean as well, Mingi too." He turns to face the other boy for a second, and he nods from his place on the chair.
"Then come here handsome." You smile welcoming him into bed and he smiles while getting on top of you.
"I'll take good care of you, I promise." He launches himself into your neck again, leaving a trail of kisses from the bottom of your ear, and slowly into the bottom of your stomach.
"Can you open your legs for me pretty?" He murmurs against your skin, as you carefully do so, him taking a place right in between them. You let out a pleasant hiss as his mouth instantly connects with your pussy.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me already." He says between strong licks on your folds. You moan, grabbing on to his hair.
His skillful tongue works wonders on you, in just a few minutes you're just on the verge of becoming undone.
"Yunho...hmmm...please, fuck me." You manage to say between moans, making him chuckle.
"Hm, but I think I like having you spread out like this. Such a gorgeous sight." He teases, continuing to flick his tongue on your clit. You grab his hair harder, propping up his head slightly to make him look at you.
"Go lay down." You command, turning more serious, desperate to have his dick inside you. He gulps, looking up at you with big puppy eyes, but does as you tell him to, laying down next to you. Before moving to straddle his hips, you take a quick look at Mingi, who's now shirtless and palming himself through his jeans. A smile creeps across your face. The countless times that you've fantasized about this moment, and it's finally becoming true.
Supporting yourself with one hand on his hand, with the other hand you reach out to grab his fully hard member. He gasps softly, biting his lip at the sudden touch.
"I wanna take you so fucking bad." You groan, sliding his tip between your folds just before sinking down on his dick. Both of you moan in unison. Despite being soaking wet, his size still stretches you out a bit, making it a bit harder to bottom out, but getting there eventually. Once you're adjusted, he places his hands on your hips, and you begin rocking them up and down, instantly working up a quick rhythm.
"You're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me." He moans out, a hint of desperation and lust on his voice. You smile shyly and move slightly forward to kiss his forehead, but he grabs the back of your head, moving your head so that your lips meet his instead. You kiss him back hungrily, both of you moaning into the kiss. You suddenly feel his other hand find its way between your legs, his thumb beginning to draw circles on your clit, amplifying your pleasure.
"Yunho, I'm close." You moan after just some strokes, the knot on your stomach becoming tighter and tighter.
"Me too pretty, cum for me." He struggles to say, sloppily between kisses. His thumb moves faster, sending you over the edge in just a few seconds, moaning his name out loud. It doesn't take much longer for him to do the same, pulling out just as he's starting to cum, his seed spilling on his stomach. You both stop to catch your breath, before you move from his lap and lay down next to him.
"I hope you're up for round two, baby." You suddenly hear Mingi's voice, standing up from the chair, now fully naked. Your eyes widen at his length, he's equally big as Yunho. His red tip glistening under the dim lighting from his pre cum. He smirks getting closer, as Yunho stands up from the bed to go clean himself up. Mingi grabs your legs and drags you to the middle of the bed, turning you around so that you're face down.
"Iâm going to have so much fun with you." He says getting on top of you, grinning and running his hands all over your sides. He harshly grabs your hips, propping up your butt on the air. You adjust a little to be more comfortable and arch your back better, before turning to look back at him, signaling with your expression that you're ready. As tired yet satisfied that Yunho left you, you can't wait to get even more, you're insatiable right now. He smiles at you, teasing your folds with his tip before entering you with passion. You choke on a moan, the position you're in and the force in which he enters you making you crazy. He quickly builds up his pace, grabbing your hip with one hand, and the other exchanging it between pulling on your hair sensually and spanking your ass strongly. Your moans get louder and louder, thankfully the music outside Yunho's room are muffling them.
"Bet you he couldn't make you sound like this, could he?" He chuckles, turning back to flash Yunho a challenging look. He sighs loudly, and despite the fact that you can't see his expression, you could swear that you could hear his eyes rolling to infinity. You try to bark back at him with a witty response, but your words betray you as he sneaks his index finger to your clit, letting out another moan instead.
"Fuck, youâre such a wreck, and because of me, too." He groans with his voice a bit shaky, loving the way your pussy is clenching around him and the filthy sounds you're making.
"I'm-I'm close Mingi." You murmur in a struggle.
"If you want to cum then youâre gonna have to beg." He teases, slowing down his pace. You let out a loud groan in frustration.
"P-Please, let me cum M-Mingi." You choke out and he chuckles.
"Good girl." He instantly picks up his fast pace again, his index finger moving faster against your clit as well. In just a few more thrusts your legs begin shaking, your orgasm washing over you. He doesn't stop though, chasing his own high. Soon after, he suddenly pulls out and turns you around.
"Swallow for me, baby." He murmurs with foxy eyes, stroking his length. You immediately sit up in front of him, replacing his hand with your mouth, bobbing your head up and down with a nice rhythm. He wraps your hair in his hands, hissing at the sensation. It doesn't take long for you to send him over the edge, feeling his hot and salty seed filling up your mouth and swallowing it.
"You did so good for me." He whispers, letting go of your hair and giving you a kiss on your forehead as you pull out his dick from your mouth with a loud pop. You wipe your mouth before standing up from the bed, noticing Yunho now sitting on the desk chair, already wearing his pajamas. As he notices your stare, he smiles softly at you, inviting you to approach him. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, he hugs you back tightly with his arms around your torso.
"You took us so well sweetheart." He murmurs against your skin, making you blush lightly.
"I'm going to kick everyone out of here, and then go to sleep. Good night guys." You hear Mingi say from behind you, as you turn around you see that he's already gotten dressed. Yunho nods at him before he leaves the room.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" He speaks softly, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. You have never slept with him before, but you figure it's not a bad idea after what you did tonight. You nod at him with sweet eyes and a small smile, and he immediately stands up, walking towards his closet. You follow him, and see him pull out one of his shirts, turning to offer it to you.
"Do you want some sweatpants as well?" He asks.
"No, thank you Yuyu, just the shirt is fine." You accept it with a smile, which he reciprocates. He goes to lay down on his bed while you put on his shirt. You take a place next to him, wrapping your arms around him, one on your legs in between his. He caresses your head lovingly, and after some minutes of silence, he speaks.
"I shouldnât have agreed to this." He whispers. You move your head to look up at him in surprise.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" You exclaim, but he chuckles at your reaction.
"Because youâre making it so hard for me to not fall in love with you." You gasp lightly, and he leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose.
"Sleep well y/n." He says before you can say anything, closing his eyes. You sigh and let out a small laugh.
"Goodnight Yuyu." You whisper.
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đđđđđđđ: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson

hongjoong x reader x mingi;; polygamy;; punk rockstars! au;; smut and some fluff;; nsfw under the cut;; tbh this is just me rambling agsgsg
imagine dating punk rockers! hongjoong and mingi;; you follow them to all their shows. them taking you backstage before or after the show (some times both tbh) to stuff you full with their cocks;; them taking turns keeping your panties/underwear in their pockets while they perform on stage (itâs like their good luck charm);; them leaning over the stage towards you while you stand in your spot front row, singing straight to you despite all the surrounding fans;; them doing all the things on stage that they know will make you wet (and you just have to clench your thighs because one of them would have your underwear ofc);; fucking in the tour bus, just for the three of you to fall asleep afterwards, your body nestled right between theirs;; high//under the influence sex which would be so fucking messy;; the desperate sex if they havenât seen you in a while due to their touring, if you have to miss any shows;; them performing their best when youâre in the crowd cheering them on;; them writing songs for you;; them being edgy, punk, and rough yet also super soft, doting, and kind to you;;
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⥠đđđđđđđđ: yunho & mingi x afab reader (established friendship)
⥠đđđđđ: suggestive/light smut (mdni!!!)
⥠đđđđ đđđđđ: 2k
⥠đđđđđđđ: sharing an apartment with your two male best friends has posed for some challenges, but the hardest one of them being the unresolved sexual tension. will it be finally resolved...?
⥠đđđđđđđ/đđđđđđđđ: non idol!au, black hair yunho, oreo hair mingi, roommates yungi & reader (oh my god they were roommates), spin the bottle/7 minutes in heaven, foul language, use of pet names, mentions of tobacco and alcohol, cursing, sexual themes, making out, bit of voyeurism.
⥠đ/đ: taking a small break from the demon au to write this! hope you guys like it, i'm trying to venture into heavier themes ;) let me know if you want a part 2 heh
update: you can now read part 2 here!

You can hear 'OHMAMI' by Chase Atlantic blasting through the speakers in the living room, even though you're in your bedroom, finishing getting ready. The party has started a while ago already, but you accidentally took too long in the shower, making you late to your own party. Your roommates, Yunho and Mingi, had proposed the idea of throwing a small party this weekend in your apartment, where they would invite some friends and you could do the same as well. It didn't take too long to convince you, since you were dying for an excuse to doll up and let loose.
"Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes, muy bonita, tĂș quieres estar by my side." You sing along, examining how the red short skin-tight dress fits you in the mirror. You smile at yourself, feeling extremely confident tonight.
You spray some drops of your best perfume and take one last glance at yourself before opening the door to leave, immediately cursing Yunho and Mingi in your head.
"Small party my ass." You groan, looking around you. The entire apartment is illuminated by purple and blue lights, and filled to the brim. The air reeks of alcohol, tobacco, and cheap perfume. There's even a couple making out in the middle of the hallway.
"How did this fill up so fast?...ugh, good thing this apartment is soundproof anyways." You think as you try to venture through the sea of people, looking for your best friends.
"There she is." You hear a faint, familiar voice to your right. You turn around to see both the black haired boy and the oreo haired one, instantly smiling at the sight. They're both dressed in all black head to toe, looking exquisite. Each holding a red cup on their hands.
"Look who decided to finally come out." Mingi jokes, flashing you a smile.
"Good things are worth the wait." You say, giving him a playful wink.
"Good things indeed..." He replies, looking you up and down with a smirk. "I'll go get you a drink." He continues immediately, before you're able to bark back at him. He disappears into the void, and Yunho smiles at you.
"I love the perfume you're wearing, it smells so good." He says shyly.
"Aww thank you, you can smell it?" You grip his forearm softly, looking up at him with a smile.
"Barely, it stinks of tobacco in here, but I can get a slight hint of sweetness." He giggles, and you decide to walk closer to him, moving all your hair to one side of your neck, inviting him to smell the perfume better. He bends over a little bit to reach you better, and as soon as the aromatic scent comes in contact with his nose, he gulps, closing his eyes for a second and gritting his teeth.
"Fuck, how heavenly." He thinks, trying his best not to lose all his sanity. Your moans come to his head suddenly, blood rushing south against his will, remembering those times when he listened to you when you brought someone over to.....well, have fun. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, for real, but he couldn't help it. He's been crushing on you since the day Mingi introduced you two. You knew Mingi from high school, and once you became closer, he introduced you to his best friend Yunho. The three of you have been attached at the hip ever since then, and not so long ago you decided to share an apartment together in order to cushion expenses; you're just broke college students after all.
"Wow! yeah it smells amazing!" He exclaims, quickly pulling away from your neck before the temptation to fuck you right then and there gets any worse. To his luck, Mingi appears back in the scene, holding another red cup.
"Here you go pretty." He says, handing you your drink.
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The three of you are seated on the living room couch, sipping your drinks, and lazily singing along to the lyrics of the song being played. A while ago, Mingi and Yunho introduced you to some of their friends from different classes, and you did the same with your friends. Now, they're all spread out on the floor, talking in groups, or somewhere in the apartment dancing.
"Hmm, I'm kinda bored, do you guys wanna play a game?" Mingi asks, immediately standing up from his seat before even receiving a single answer.
"If there's no other choice." Yunho laughs, and you nod.
"Perfect! Go gather our friends, I'll go get something." He exclaims happily like a little kid. Yunho and you do as he says, and both separate to go find your friends.
Not too long after, all of you are seated in a big circle in the middle of your living room. An empty liquor bottle that Mingi placed, in the center.
"Who wants to go first?" He asks, and one of his friends promptly raises his hand in excitement. His name's Wooyoung if you remember correctly. Mingi nods, and invites him to spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on, will spend 7 minutes in a closet with him. You all look expectantly as the bottle starts spinning erratically, you even catch a glimpse of your friend Sasha, who looks more excited than the rest.
And right as you hoped, the bottle lands on her, who tries to hide her growing smile and impatient nature.
"Get it girl!" You call out to her playfully, as both Wooyoung and her walk towards the closet, Mingi getting the timer ready.
7 minutes of meaningless conversation later, Sasha and Wooyoung come out of the closet, following Mingi. You take a good look at them, laughing at their disheveled state.
"Me next!" Another of your friends exclaims next. Chloe starts spinning the bottle, and to your surprise, it lands on Mingi. Cheers get loud, but you stay quiet, faking a smile.
Now, it's not like you have a crush on Mingi or anything. If anything, just a tiny one. You can't help but find him extremely attractive, and seeing him walk around the apartment with only a towel around his hips after a shower, doesn't help your fantasies at all to be honest. You were hoping to get him to yourself tonight, in order to finally get over the sexual tension, but maybe your plans might change after all.
"Youâre being very unsubtle with your looks right now." Yunho laughs in your ear. You groan, but stay silent. "You look like you want to devour him." He continues, and you push him away lightly, feeling embarrassed.
"Shut up, that is so not true." You state looking away from him, a light blush creeping into your cheeks.
"Whatever you say gorgeous." He laughs again, patting your back to annoy you further.
Once the 7 minutes have passed, Chloe and Mingi come out, surprisingly seeming normal. No signs them being post crazy make out session or anything. In fact, your friend seems almost disappointed.
After some more crazy rounds, where a few of your friends ended up paired up with some of Mingi's and Yunho's friends, it was finally your turn.
"Wait, there's only two people left, right?" A guy named Hongjoong points out right as you were about to take the bottle in your hand. You all look around each other, mentally calculating.
"That's right. Only Yunho and Y/N are left to go." Your friend Jade adds, and you all reach the same conclusion, the game went by so fast you hadn't even realized sooner that Yunho and you were last.
"So, no need to spin the bottle?" Yunho asks with a grin, already knowing the answer. You turn to look at him, catching a glimpse of victory in his eyes. It's almost as if he had planned this all along.
Cheers are heard again, as Yunho stands up, reaching for your hand, inviting you up as well. As you do, you notice Mingi, who's sitting right in front of you, already looking at you, with an unreadable expression. Is it....jealousy maybe? You ignore those thoughts, and get into the dimly lit closet with Yunho.
You rest your back on the door, and Yunho copies you, taking a place next to you. You notice him staring, so you turn to face him, looking into his eyes.
"Why do you always look at me like that?" You ask him out of nowhere.
"Like what?" He asks back, playing fool. He already knows damn well how he looks at you; with how much desire.
"Like you want me." You declare bravely, and Yunho chuckles at your words, looking down for a second before speaking.
"Oh, I do want you sweetheart. But I know you want him." A shiver runs down your spine at his sensual tone. You don't even have to ask who he's referring to, already knowing he's talking about Mingi.
"I want to fuck him, that's all." You confess, and Yunho chuckles again, shaking his head.
"And wouldn't you prefer to fuck me?" He asks shamelessly, the little amount of alcohol he has consumed making him more confident. You bite your lip shyly, trembling at the thought. If you're being honest, you've probably thought about fucking him just as much as Mingi. You can't recall how many times you've let your door slightly open while you were with somebody, knowing full well that Yunho was home as well. The mere thought of your sounds possibly making him hard, turned you on right away.
"Iâm not even gonna lie, Iâm just so fucking obsessed with you." He confesses, breaking the silence. You refuse to make eye contact with him, feeling embarrassed of how badly you want him to fuck you dumb. On the other hand, Yunho is still not sure how you feel about him.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you donât feel the same as I do, then Iâll leave you alone." He says with a slight worry in his voice. You finally look him in the eyes, and stay in silence. Instead, you grab him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him into you. Your lips meet instantly, flowing in a lustful rhythm. Things get heated quickly, as he slowly pushes you into the back wall, his hands travelling through your body, caressing all of your curves. Your hands are on his hair, ever so slightly pulling at it. The heavy breaths and low moans coming out of both of you are echoing on the small space, and as Yunho's hands move to grab the bottom of your dress, there's a loud pounding on the door.
"Time's up! Get the fuck out of here fuckers!" Mingi's voice can be heard before he opens up the door. He notices right away your fucked out faces and how you're wrapped in each other's arms, his eyes flashing in jealously for a second, gritting his teeth.
"Yunho get out for a second. I need to talk to her." He states in a monotone voice, almost sounding angry. His powerful gaze on you makes you tremble. Yunho doesn't say anything, probably annoyed, and he unwraps himself from you, walking out. Mingi enters the small space, cornering you with his arms on either side of you, devouring you with his eyes.
"You are driving me insane and Iâm this close to losing my shit because of you." He growls, not breaking eye contact. You feel yourself becoming smaller and smaller beneath him.
"W-what do you mean?" You dare to ask, a bit nervous, but feeling the wetness between your legs grow bigger. Without a word, he launches himself at your neck, kissing and biting it skillfully. You let out a small moan at the contact, and he smirks against your skin.
"Meet me in my room in 5' and I'll show you what I truly mean." He says, pulling away from you before walking out. Oh, that's a chance you're not gonna miss out on.
"Holy shit..." You whisper, letting out a big breath. You tidy your hair before exiting as well, but right as you're about to reach Mingi's door, a hand grabs your arm from behind.
"Yunho..." You murmur, turning around to face him. Apparently he shouldn't have gone too far earlier.
"Y/n, please, let me call you mine, even if it's just for tonight." He pleads with soft, yet hungry eyes. And you gulp, your gaze travelling hesitantly from him to Mingi's door.
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đđđđđđđ: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic
Deja Vu: âI want you so bad.â



» pairing: asshole! wooyoung x fem! reader
» summary: Getting paired with Wooyoung, notorious half-asser and asshole, on your midterm assignment mustâve been karma for something youâve done in the past, cause god did you luck out bad. Heâs constantly late to your meetings, hardly does any work, and on top of that, he teases you like no another. You canât stand him. Until one day, a storm comes, brewing unfamiliar feelings amongst you two, and what you thought you knew had honestly just turned out to be deja vu.
» word count: ~ 9k (i actually have no idea, i just know itâs long)
» genre & warnings: non-idol au, asshole (most of the time) wooyoung, sub (sometimes) reader, dry humping, grinding, praises, unprotected sex (BAD, DONâT DO IT), rough sex, cream pie, ass & tit slapping, major teasing (both sexually and socially), orgasm denial x3, edging, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, reader has a younger face but is of age, mentions of bff!seonghwa, reader is unintentionally cute, minor peer pressure (helps reader get out of her shell/pushy roommate), heavy make out session, whiny wooyoung, sensitive reader
» a/n: when i tell you i am in love with this kind of wooyoung
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Everyone warned you about him.
Heâs a handful for sure.
You got him as your partner? Good fucking luck with that.
Be ready to do your half of the load, plus his.
You knew this would happen.
So how come youâre still surprised when at 6:45, Wooyoung strolls into the library, a drink in one hand and his laptop in the other, looking as if heâs ready to work. He shouldâve been here 45 minutes ago.
You peer up from your own screen and canât help but scowl at the boy. Wooyoung also notices you, and instead of feigning remorse a cheesy grin spreads across.
âLook at you being all studious.â He reaches the table you occupied and plops down next to you, parts of his drink splashing onto your bare arm, âHow much have you gotten done?â
Adjusting your laptop screen, you hardly spare him a glance as you go back to typing, âHonestly, not that much. Itâs hard coming up with research on my own.â
You hope the bitterness came through in your tone and judging by the way Wooyoung guffaws, you could tell it did. He just didnât care.
âY/N-ah, whyâre you being so cold to me?â His voice is playful, lighthearted even, speaking as if the two of you were friends. Which youâre most certainly not.
Instead of replying, you let your fingers do the talking as they slap the keyboard with clicks, a reminder that you guys need to work and not converse. Does he think you actually want to spend your Friday working on some stupid project? One thatâs worth a large chunk of your grade at that.
âI brought you something to drink.â He shoves the cup in your face and you can see the liquid start to turn more opaque as the ice melts. Itâs also like 70% gone. Having enough, you harshly face him, the sudden movement causing him to buck backwards.
âWooyoung, you need to get to work and stop playing around. We donât have time for this, especially when you decided to show up almost an hour late.â You try to sound authoritative, but that in itself is a bit of a problem for you. Your voice has always been softer than most, so when you do try to take charge, you often get âawwwsâ of how cute you sound. And you hated that.
It also doesnât help that you have a rounder and softer looking face for someone your age. If you could count on your fingers the amount of times someoneâs asked if youâre touring your college instead of attending it - with them thinking youâre a high schooler, well, youâd probably put around 3 fingers down. But the analogy still stands.
Wooyoungâs no different, him holding back a smile from the way your eyebrows would furrow and how your nose would scrunch whenever you exhibit anger. He found it endearing, actually.
âOkay...youâre clearly mad at me-â
âHow can I not be?â You exclaim, âItâs been a week of us working on this project together, and somehow you manage to show up late every time, but itâs never been past 30 minutes. Youâre even the one who told me to be here at 6!â
âI have a good reason for being late though.â
With that, you push your computer forwards and lean back in your chair arms crossed, entertaining whatever nonsense was about to spew out of his mouth, âOh please, Iâd love to hear this.â
He mocks your stance, âI was getting chased by a girl.â
Youâve got to be kidding me. You give him a deadpanned expression which causes him to whine.
âNo seriously! I was.â In a flash, he pulls out his phone and puts it out for you to see a string of messages.
5:48 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- HYUNG!!!
- i need your help asap
5:49 PM
SEONGHWA:
- huh?
- whatâd you do?
5:51 PM:
WOOYOUNG:
- the girl from last weekendâs pissed at me and is looking for me all over campus
- can i pls hide in your dorm?
5:51 PM:
SEONGHWA:
- tf did you do to piss her off?
5:52 PM:
WOOYOUNG:
- iâll explain later just please let me hideout at your place
- i heard she has a knife
5:52 PM:
SEONGHWA:
- okay fine
5:53 PM:
WOOYOUNG:
- thank you!!
- iâm already outside your door
Admittedly, you were left dumbfounded. So maybe he did have a reason today, but that doesnât excuse all of the other times. Wooyoung slips his phone back into his hoodie pocket while you go to ask the obvious question.
âWhat did you do to make this girl mad?â
He blows out a hard breath, as if even thinking about her is such a hassle, âWe hooked up last week and I told her I didnât wanna see her again. So, this is how she reacted.â
You purse your lips out, âWell, maybe she was hoping to gain something out of it. You know, there are nicer ways to phrase âIâm not ready for a relationshipâ that donât involve the girl getting hurt.â
âWhy should I care about her feelings?â His words are icy, though it seems to be directed towards you, âI told her upfront I didnât want anything more, it was only supposed to be sex. I asked her if she could handle that and she said yes. If she went ahead and caught something for me, thatâs not my fucking problem.â
Once he was done, Wooyoung reels himself in. The realization that you werenât, in fact, the psycho chick that had been chasing after him earlier dawns on him as you silently nod in agreement. If he had been clear on his intentions since the start, then there wasnât really much you could say against him.
âI didnât know that, sorry for jumping to conclusions.â You sound more sad then you meant to and reach out for your computer.
After a beat his sour look turns sweet again, another playful smile returning, âOh Y/N-ah, donât apologize for that. Iâm sorry for getting worked up.â
âYour frustrations understandable, especially if youâd been real with her from the beginning. Frankly, she shouldâve expected that.â Shrugging your shoulders, you go to work again, now noticing the time hit 7:18 PM. You had about 12 minutes to get Wooyoung to do something, but that probably wonât happen.
He cheers your name loudly, happy that you and him agree on a topic for once and the librarian on standby hisses at him to quiet down while throwing a nasty glare.
The two of you exchange glances before both quietly laughing, you going back to finishing one of your paragraphs for your thesis while he simply sat and watched.
«âââââââââ»
The next time you were supposed to meet with Wooyoung, you receive a text from him hours before your designated time.
12:07 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- pls no library today
12:09 PM
YOU:
- what was wrong with it last time?
12:10 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- the old hag yelled at me
- iâm not dealing with that again
12:11 PM
YOU:
- well tbh you arenât the quietest person to have around
12:11 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- sorry we all cant be mouses like you
12:13 PM
YOU:
- ignoring that
- how about the cafe nearby?
12:14 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- ugh the coffees gross
- and psycho chick works there
- hell. no.
12:15 PM
YOU:
- oh then def not there, where do you wanna meet then?
12:17 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- just come over to my apartment
- i would suggest your place but i donât feel like going out
12:18 PM
YOU:
- what if i donât feel like going out
12:18 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- who wears the pants in this friendship?
12:20 PM
YOU:
- there is no friendship
12:21 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- still donât wanna admit weâre friendsâŠ..
- itâs bad enough you pretend to not know who i am around others
- makes me sad
12:24 PM
YOU:
- does it actually?
12:26 PM
WOOYOUNG:
- no đ
- come over at 7
12:27 PM
YOU:
- alright fine
Even though you agreed to 7, you actually intended on getting there around 7:10. Hopefully the taste of his own karma would help him learn to respect others times and not waste a second of it.
Throughout the day, while doing your mundane tasks, the text messages between you and Wooyoung keep circling your thoughts. Mainly towards the end.
You and him havenât established a clear relationship, so thatâs why you denied his friendship claim. In all honesty, he just didnât seem like one to you. But after what happened at the library, a part of you can possibly start to think differently.
Yet your mind races at the possibility you had actually hurt his feelings. Itâs not a secret that you two are partners, so whenever you do deny his existence, many people laugh off your comment as a joke. Which for the most part it is. Had you been going too far with that?
Then again, this is Wooyoung youâre talking about. He hardly takes anything serious. Not even a project thatâs worth more than half of his final grade. Youâre probably just overthinking it, no need to stress out over this.
Telling yourself that, you continue to busy yourself with random tasks till around 6:30, which also happens to be the time your roommate arrives back from wherever she had left early this morning.
âHey, where are you about to go?â
She asks as she notices you picking out a sweatshirt to wear, already having on light flared jeans. She comes up behind you and lands a loud smack on your ass and you fake cry. This is not a first time offense.
âWooyoung wants to meet at his place for our project.â You look between two sweatshirts in your hands, a light grey and black.
Your roommate throws herself onto your bed since hers is barely visible due to the abundance of clothes occupying it. But then she pauses for a moment, rethinking over what you just said, âWait, youâre going to his apartment?â
You nod absentmindedly, still deciding on which clothing option to wear.
âIs he trying to fuck you?â
Now that snaps you out and you dart your eyes to her, âWhat?! Absolutely not.â
She sits up now, legs crisscrossed as she becomes engross in the conversation, âY/N, he 100% is! Youâve guys been studying at the same two places for the past week, now suddenly he wants to change locations? To a more secluded place? Sounds sketchy as hell.â
Youâre quick to discard that, âItâs because he doesnât wanna go out today. Plus, Wooyoung has his reasonings for not liking our usual spots.â
Her eyes do a dramatic roll, âRight, just as Iâm sure he had his reasonings for being an hour late last Friday.â
You had been texting your roommate up until Wooyoungâs arrival, frustration running into the ground. But you also told her he had a legit excuse later on. So, sheâs clearly not the biggest fan of him.
âDonât say such things. And besides the seclusion will probably help us work better.â You finally choose to go with the black sweatshirt and put back the grey.
âOr itâll help when your screaming his name and no one will be around to hear it.â
âHey!â
She throws her hands up innocently, though nothingâs innocent about whatâs coming out of her mouth, âIâm just saying! The possibility isnât a no.â
âTo me it is! Plus, he doesnât even see me like that. Just as a friendâŠ..sorta. Well, thatâs not really the case for me. But itâs- you know what, never mind.â You finish putting on the sweatshirt and do your go-to style for your hair, something quick.
âOkay, well can you at least prepare better just in case you guys are gonna bone?â
You just shake your head in disbelief that this conversation is even happening, while she gets up and begins rummaging through the pile on her bed. When her hands come out again, theyâre gripping a lacy tank top and matching underwear.
If you thought this couldnât get any worse, it just has significantly.
âYouâre not seriousâŠ.â You shake your head once more, disbelief clouding your mind again.
âY/N go put this on right now!â Before you had a chance to protest, sheâs pushing you into your closet, throwing the clothes at you before locking the door and turning the lights on from outside.
âYouâre crazy! I thought you donât even like Wooyoung, whyâre you so on board with this non-existent idea?!â You yell.
âCause, even if he is an asshole, heâs still hot! And the perfect gateway into the hookup culture youâve always wanted to be apart of since freshman year!â
You mentally curse yourself for wanting to have a âhoe phaseâ and for sharing that with your roommate. That was forever ago anyways, surely she wouldâve realized you grew up since then. Once you realize your roommate is dead set on not letting you out, you sigh annoyingly. She is insane.
But as you begin to caress the fabric, your mind begins to race. You had absolutely no intention of getting with Wooyoung, not now or ever. You donât even consider him a friend! Yeah, heâs extremely attractive, and maybe even your type.
However, that doesnât make up for how much he irks your soul, and you could swear up and down that you dislike him.
Maybe thatâs why it would be perfect, the voice inside of you starts, no extra feelings attached, and no one has to get hurt like psycho crazy girl.
You bit your lip at the thought. Would he even hook up with someone like you? You donât think youâre exactly his type.
âŠâŠâŠoh whoâre you kidding, heâd probably mess with anything that has a hole.
âDonât overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it. If not, then let it ago.â Your roommate adds more encouragement.
Suddenly switching your brain off, you strip off you clothes, removing the current underwear for the newer kind. You toss back on your other clothes before begging your roommate to let you out.
She opens the door but stops you in your tracks, âNow hold on, before you go let me see that you have it-â
You lift up your shift to reveal the tight material straining against your skin. You felt your breasts were gonna pop out at any second.
Your roommate gapes at you then goes to quickly put your shirt down, âOh wow, I almost just said something I mightâveâŠ...anyways you look fucking amazing.â
âAww, thank you.â A tiny smile spreads across your face and your roommate resists the urge to pinch your cheeks.
âOkay, what time are youâre suppose to meet him?â
You glance over at your clock which reads 7:01 PM, âHmmm, about right now.â
She tells you to hurry out of here but before you get the chance to, she walks over to the window and takes a peak, âHey, have you checked the weather?â
âNo, why?â It had been sunny all today there was really no point.
Your roommate holds back saying something, her gaze going over to your closet, âI think you should wear the grey sweatshirt.â
«âââââââââââ»
You were going to kill you roommate. The funeralâs been planned out, you already knew the casket color - burnt siena - and all you needed was the body. She is so dead.
You knock ferociously at Wooyoungâs door, at such a rate that someone could mistake you for one of his many, many girls. The door swings open, a freshly showered Wooyoung standing on the other side.
âY/N-ah, whyâre you so angry all the ti-â His eyes go wide at the sight of you. Your once neat hair all messy and soaked from the rain. The sweatshirt your roommate suggested had turned a much darker grey while your light pants were splattered in raindrops.
The worst part about it all, the rain started just as you were approaching his street, and it came down in waterfalls. You were already too far to turn around and grab an umbrella.
âI donât. Wanna. Talk about it.â You roughly push past him and into his apartment, which you would normally stop to admire the niceness of it if you werenât so upset. His living room and kitchenâs clean and modern, a TV playing some movie in the background.
âI feel like I could make a joke, but this is just too easy,â You toss a harsh glare over your shoulder at him as he closes and bolts his door, him shuddering at your expression, âIs this why you were late? I was counting every second.â
You highly doubt thatâs true, âNo, my roommate and I got to talking aboutâŠsomething.â
He tsks, running the white towel over his damp hair, âYou know for every minute you were late, I say you deserve a spanking.â
If not for you roommate, that statement wouldnât have illicit more than a scowl from you, maybe even an eye roll. But your mind trails off to you bent over his lap while he counts the number of times his palm hits your flesh.
And you feel your face immediately burn so you turn away, âIf thatâs the case, youâd probably wouldnât be able to walk for like a week.â
With your back facing him, Wooyoungâs eyes linger down to your ass, and how full it looks in those pants. Dammit, he told himself he wouldnât think of you in that way. And that spanking comment completely slipped out, but now heâs wishing he hadnât said anything. His thoughts are truly something else.
âWhere should we work?â You ask, desperately needing a change in subject.
He seems to be cleared from his own thoughts and he leads you to his living room where his laptopâs already set up with your guysâs work document. Hey, talk about efficient.
Wooyoung drops to the couch and you sling off your backpack, going to follow his lead when a foot comes in contact with your ass.
âSorry, but I canât have you sitting on the couch.â He slowly lowers his leg and you scoff lightly, your face doing the thing it does when you get angry. It kills him inside each time.
âWell, what am I supposed to do? I donât have a spare change of clothes.â
Just as quickly as he sat down, Wooyoungâs back up again and tells you to follow him to his bedroom. Outside, you can hear the wind start to pick up, mixing with the treacherous rain.
âYou can borrow a shirt from me, but Iâm kinda low on bottoms.â He says as he yanks open a clearly broken drawer and begins looking for a suitable replacement.
He pulls out a ratty, white tee and tosses it on your face, you hearing him laugh at you as he makes his way out the door. You rip the shirt off with a huff, âThank you for this.â
His eyes do a quick motion back to you before smiling his usual, playful grin, âThatâs what friends are for.â
And he goes to exit again, leaving you alone to change. Trying your best to ignore the way your stomach buzzes at the remembrance of his smile, you pull off you own wet shirt and replace Wooyoungâs dry one, his scent engulfing you the minute itâs on you. You thought you could get drunk of this.
And as for pants, well, your jeans didnât get as much damage as your top, so it should be fine. You work your way back to the living room, Wooyoung actually working diligently for the first time in ages.
âWhatcha doing?â You take the only open seat next to him on the cushion, but whatever change of heart you had towards him dissipates in a matter of seconds as he flips his screen to show you some clothing store heâd been browsing.
âDo you think this would look nice on me?â
You stare at him blankly before giving him a half-hearted answer. That seems to do the trick as he twists his computer and goes back to typing, most likely still not working. You open your own laptop and begin immediate research, the sounds of clicks filling the air as if youâre both competing for which one is the most significant.
An hour goes by, then two, then three, till next thing you know itâs 11 oâclock at night and the only thing left of your paper is the conclusion, which you tasked Wooyoung with since no one knows all that heâs really done.
âHoly shit! I canât believe weâre almost finish with this.â He sighs happily into the couch while you shoot him a face. He instantly backtracks and rephrases his sentence into something more accurate, where heâd actually given you more credit.
âThis feels like the longest paper Iâve ever written,â You huff as you layback alongside Wooyoung.
âYeah, well,â He regards you and you meet his gaze, a tiny smile breaking out, âI know you did a great job. Youâre an awesome researcher.â
The words could make you melt on sight, âWooyoung, youâre too sweet.â
At the sight of your genuine smile, he felt as if his heart was going to leap out his chest. Damn you and youâre cuteness.
âHere I thought you couldnât wait to rid me of your time.â You say as you snicker at your own joke. Definitely was the other way around.
âWell, donât count on that. Trust me when I say, youâll never get rid of me.â A devilish grin overtakes him and you roll your eyes, playfully this time. Maybe there is a part of you thatâs starting to warm up to him.
âItâs probably time for me to go, itâs past 11.â When you go to stand, you hear Wooyoung whine behind you, begging you to stay longer. Itâs just him being bored, donât overthink it.
Right as you go to pick up your bag, a flash of lightning followed by loud thunder stop you in your step. With the time you spent with Wooyoung, youâd completely forgotten that a literal thunderstorm had been conjuring outside.
âWhereâd you park?â He asks as he goes to stand next to you, trying to see out of the window of the blinds but even that had been barricaded by water.
âOh, uhh, I actually didnât drive. I walked here from my dorm.â You begin to think about how youâd get home. The bus normally comes around 12, so you could just wait under the bus stop to get out of his hair-
âYou better not be considering leaving,â He chastises and when you make a guilty face heâs shocked, âAre you kidding me? Iâm not letting you go out there.â
âI donât wanna be in your way anymore, Iâm sure youâre tired of me enough.â You rebut with wide eyes that make it hard for him to look away.
âDonât make up lies, Y/N-ah, thatâs what bad people do.â
Why does he do this to you? Treat you like you donât know that thereâs wrong in the world, like your sheltered. You stick your hip out and cross your arms, âWhoâs to say Iâm not bad.â
That sentence alone was enough to get him to laugh as if heâd been holding one in for a while, âYeah, okay. Iâll go get my room ready for you.â
You trail him like a puppy as he goes down the hall and into his bedroom, âHey, I didnât agree.â
âAnd I donât remember caring if you did.â He picks up the little trinkets off the floor before switching his pillows out with new ones.
You trot behind him, âThen if thatâs the case, you take your bed. I canât kick you of here.â
âYouâre not kicking me out, I already gave the room to you.â He moves onto collecting a blanket from his closet then proceeds out into the living room again with, surprise surprise, you close by.
âWooyoung this isnât fair, I feel bad.â
He drops the cover then whips around to face you, his eyes burning deep into yours, âWhere do you want me to sleep if youâre taking the bed then, huh?â
âDonât overthink it, if you feel the moment happening, jump on it.â
Your roommate said this to you and boy if this doesnât feel like a moment. Your eyes drop down slightly, then off to the side before landing back on Wooyoung, âYou couldâŠ.oh I donât know, just stay in the room with me.â
He halts in place, trying to register if he just heard you correctly, âStay with youâŠâŠ?â
You rapidly shake your head yes because you arenât too confident your mouth could say much more. He pushes his tongue against his mouth, obviously lost in thought, and you briefly look at the movement. You mustâve turned into a huge pervert in the span of 4 hours because just the sight of that is enough to make your heart race.
âI normally donât sleep with classmates, but I think I can make an acceptation for you.â
You flick him in the chest at his comment, him immediately laughing. And while part of you felt that was the proper response on your behalf, another hated how you knew he was joking. Like he could never even imagine you in that kind of way.
âAlright, letâs go back to the room then.â
This time you lead the way, with Wooyoung immediately stripping once he steps foot into the room. At the removal of his shirt, you spot a gold chain dangling from his neck, which you felt was a good fit for him. He goes all the way down to his boxers, a classic plaid mix with colors, and your eyes widen at how casual heâd just done it. Though, you donât completely mind.
âOh yeah, I get hot easily so sometimes I like to prepare. .â Without another second to waste, he hops into his side of the bed, âDonât let me stop you though, okay Y/N-ah?â
You donât even respond as hastily you turn around and fiddle with the button of your jeans. Itâs now or never. You pull your pants down, around your ass and past your thighs till they pool around your ankle. You step out of them then bend down to retrieve, folding and placing them on a nearby chair.
âDid you wear that underwear just for me?â Heâs teasing you, just like always, though this time you donât have a comeback. You really had worn these just for him.
He picks up on your no-reply and could tell thereâs a sense of something in the air that wasnât there before.
When you turn back around, Wooyoungâs eyes are glued to you, more specifically towards your legs. You donât get into bed immediately, instead watching him to see his reaction. Is this where everything goes downhill?
He rakes his eyes upwards till they land on your gaze and it appears heâs confirmed something in them, not playing around or joking. That youâre dead serious. Your heart rate accelerates and his lingering stare is starting to make you curdle.
After a beat his body weakens, âCome here.â His finally says. His voice is strained quietly, speaking as if youâd break if he were any louder. And so you do, leisurely, stalling.
You reach the side of the bed and he motions you to continue. You dip a knee into the mattress before placing your other, then again slowly make your way over to him.
Stopping right in front of his face, his arms reactively go up to grab at you but he stops himself midway. You can tell heâs asking for full permission, and attempting to calm your breathing you give a nod of approval.
His hands grip the back of your thigh, sinking into the skin, before making you straddle him. You sit perched up and toying with your fingers, then decidedly to rest them across his bare shoulders.
âYou know I was just messing with you?â He starts, forcing you to give him your attention.
âYou always do.â Youâre tone sounds neutral thank goodness, but your goddamn pouty lips make you look like your frowning. Or to Wooyoung, kissable as fuck.
Chuckling gently, he bites his lip to stop him from smiling too much, âYeah, thatâs true. But this time it didnât seem like just teasing to you.â
You feel his hands rub against your thighs, not working their way up, just caressing them while he keeps his eyes locked on you.
âIâŠ.â You already knew saying it aloud would sound weird, âI wasnât sure where tonight was gonna take us.â
He continues to knead into your skin while you go to play with his chain, awaiting his response. You never wouldâve imagined this is how the two of you would end up, but damnit if thereâs not a part that just excites you a little about it all.
âDid you think we wereâŠ.â He allows the words to hang in the air but you knew too well what he meant. So you shyly respond, affirming his suspicion.
Wooyoung sighs downward, looking like he just a lost a battle. âI told myself I wouldnât do anything with you, scolded myself even.â
His words definitely are a shock to you, you stopping your fiddling on his chain to give him your full attention again, âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâre just too cute, Y/N-ah, how could I not think about you in those kinds of ways,â his eyes are back on you, large and dark with plead, âBut even when we got paired up together, I told myself to not do anything stupid. Because you donât deserve that.â
The confession makes your head spin while watching him even more intensely.
âAre you sure this is something you want? If we do this, I promise you Iâm not gentle and I donât have any intention on being so.â He waits for your response but your mind is still murky from his previous statements. What does all of this mean? What was he trying to tell you?
You study him further. The softening of his eyes deepening the longer you two sit in silence. How his now dried hair hangs flowy on his forehead. His skin is clear with full lips. An absolutely gorgeous sight to take in. Heâs absolutely gorgeous.
So much so in fact, that you donât spare another second before leaning in to touch his lips with your own. And heâs quick to react, reciprocating the action in an instant.
It feels as if any previous doubts in your mind just fade out, leaving you with the blissful feeling of Wooyoung. He kisses you like heâs starved. Not sloppy, but uniformed. Almost like heâs been waiting for this and doesnât want to mess up.
Your mouth moves perfectly with his, and you start tilting your head to either side. He copies your action and the two of you begin to get completely absorbed in the make out.
The hands on your legs work their way up, snaking behind you to cup your ass. Heâs had literal dreams of this, and how your ass would feel in his hands. But those donât compare, canât compare, to how euphoric he feels in the moment.
When Wooyoung slips his tongue in your mouth, ever so slightly, the minor action causes you to whine a bit, his own groan buzzing into you. You feel some growth in his lap, soon a hardness pressing in your inner thigh.
Your breathing becomes irregular as random sounds emit from you, loving the way your core reacts accordingly to the pleasure. You donât think youâve ever been this turned on so quickly. Without even realizing you start to feel friction build from underneath you, now catching onto your hips rolling against his lap.
He starts to take charge though, grabbing and moving your ass to further grind into him. You break away first at the new sensation, huffing and hipping lightly while you struggle to keep your eyes open. Wooyoung takes notice in the way your expression looks so overwhelmed and just so damn cute.
âYou like grinding on my cock?â The words tumble out as he flops his head against the headboard, âWe havenât even done anything and you look like youâre already gonna cum.â
His words are ammo to you, fueling you to gyrate faster while your hands go up above his head. He bites his lip, hard, to stop a loud groan from escaping
âYou canât cum just yet, Y/N-ah.â The sentence is more airy, like heâs struggling himself with the pleasure. You still continue though, too caught up in your satisfaction to notice him hoist an arm around your back and flip you face up onto the bed.
He lands between you, throwing in more clothed thrusts while holding in a smiling at your reaction, a mix between lust and anger.
âWhat-â He bucks particularly hard into it your core that you thought you were going to orgasm right there, âNrgh! What was that for?â
Wooyoung dips his head down to your cheeks, kissing them tenderly before scooting towards your ear. He eases up on the thrusts too until the two of you work at an equal, tiny pace, âI couldnât have you cumming, not when I finally get to enjoy this.â
He wiggles down a bit till he reaches your stomach, taking the fabric of your shirt between his fingers and lifting it up towards your mouth. You gladly accept it, him shoving the tee until your mouth was full.
When he glances back down, your top now fully in view, his eyes almost bulge out of his head.
"Holy..." He drags his fingers up the curve of your waist to your outer breasts, which are practically spilling out of the tight shirt, "You wore this for me?"
He smirks up at you and your eyebrows furrow at the bad joke. He's lucky your mouth's being occupied at the moment.
Wooyoung goes back to admiring you, craning his neck up to place open kisses on the soft flesh that pokes out before working his way to in between your cleavage.
Your heavy breathing, though muffled, is still audible enough for him to hear, lifting his head up quickly to speak to you, "I think those are gonna be my favorite noises."
You dismiss him, grabbing the back of his head to push him back into you. Wooyoung laughs at your neediness and eagerly goes into your tits again.
The feeling starts to build again in your heat, with you gradually increasing your movements against him. He responds to you by rolling himself further between your legs in a rhythm, the sloppy sounds of him kissing and sucking at you still filling your ears.
You've always been a quick pleaser, not typically lasting more than 15 minutes when pleasuring yourself.
If Wooyoung hadn't changed positions earlier, you most likely would've finished like that, which for the record you were perfectly contempt with.
But now everything feels like so much. So much happening at once that the desperation to spill over comes clawing out.
Wooyoung doesn't let that happen though, letting up once he felt you grinding even harder into him. A single string of spit still connecting to your breasts hangs past his mouth, another all-knowing grin plastered on.
"Someone's a little quick on the trigger." Throwing caution to the wind, he sticks a hand against the middle of your underwear, making you squirm on the spot, "Oh, I can see why. You're fucking soaked."
You mumble out a reply but he pretends he doesn't understand, which to be fair he probably doesn't.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that. Say it again for me." This time he pulls your shirt out, your own little spit string dropping down to your chin.
You gasp harshly, "You're so mean, Wooyoung."
He peers back to your face, staring intently at you when his fingers below push rather deep into your underwear, the action causing you to hike up and grimace, âHmmmâŠ.yeah, I guess I can be.â
In no time his mouth is back between your cleavage as his fingers work your clothed core. You think your hearts gonna explode from overstimulation. You wiggle yourself against his hand, twitching when he starts to move your fabric to the side.
The bare touch he has brings such a feeling youâve never experienced, making you shiver. The way he would cup your pussy momentarily before releasing, rubbing at your clit again then repeating it all once more. Honestly you thought you were game over.
Till Wooyoung takes his hand away from you fully and sits up. Your face drops at the absence of his touch.
âHey, whatâd I say?â He fakes an angry expression before cracking out into a playful one, âYou canât cum just yet, I havenât even fucked you.â
He notices the greediness in your eyes, the way youâve only been concerned on getting yourself off and not him. And heâs not even mad at you for it, finding it rather enticing the desperation you have. Actually, itâs turning him on so fucking much.
âLook at this.â
His voice is authoritative, and when you donât look exactly where he wants you to, he roughly grabs your hand to palm him through his boxers, âIâm leaking right now and I havenât even taken my cock out.â
The wetness permeates to your fingertips and you quiver, a sudden sensation taking over. Like you want him inside of you right now.
âIâm gonna pound you until youâre shaking from me,â He wraps his arms underneath you to hoist you up, twisting you around till youâre on all 4âs, âSo no orgasming. At least until I say so.â
You go to speak when a hand pushes your head down into a pillow, automatically arching your back with your ass poking out. Your underwear spreads across your cheeks which causes Wooyoung to sigh happily, âI could look at your sexy ass forever.â
âWooyoung-ah,â You heave, already waiting too long for him, âHurry up.â
Your voice again was never rude, but it did come off as whiny. He goes to make your wish come true but before that, he lands a harsh smack against your plush skin.
âFuck, it even jiggles. Y/N-ah, youâre gonna make me cum on myself.â His words make your eyes flutter, swearing that if he kept talking youâd be done for, again.
âNeed you in meâŠ..please.â Your last attempt at pleading does the trick for you, with him bringing your underwear down to your knees. He positions himself behind you as he goes to pull down his boxer shorts.
âNo more stalling starting right now.â A stroke of dick sends tingles down his spin, then, of course, he toys with your entrance.
Sliding just barely his damp head into you before swiftly pulling it out, rubbing his full length on your pussy lips. He taunts you in a manner that you couldnât even verbally protest cause it still felt so good.
âIâŠ.â Your voice trails off from his continued teasing but that does stop him from being curious.
âMmm, whatâs that?â Thereâs no edge to his tone this time. If anything, he presents himself softer and more genuine.
You choke on your breath, âIâve never wanted someone so bad before.â Wooyoung hears the possessiveness in your voice and just like that, his facade comes crumbling down, reaching his breaking point.
If only youâd understand how true those words are for himself.
âOkay,â he pause himself to readjust, âIâm actually gonna fuck you into the sheets now.â
Before he does, his reaches a hand to grab your hair, twisting it to pull you back, âJust let me know when to stop.â
You nod as your consent, which then Wooyoung throws your head back down and brings your waist further up.
He gives no warning when he thrusts himself fully deep into your core, the motion causing your head to almost drive into the headboard.
âOh myâŠ.youâre so damn tight.â His own eyes practically roll back at the feeling of your walls around him, and he almost doesnât wanna move.
But then you wiggle your hips in need of some friction, and soon he begins to pound into you, just like he said he would.
It starts off slow, him letting the action run through you as your slickness spreads across his cock. You even have the strength to rock with him though you werenât sure how much longer that would last.
Heâs holding onto your waist for support, but then switches one of them to the headboard above, sort of mimicking your earlier position.
His head becomes dizzy with your soft, tiny groans and the slapping sound of his skin against yours as a background.
âS-Shit, think youâre gonna make meâŠ..â Wooyoung becomes too enveloped in the sensation, the intensity from you both, to even finish the sentence.
He gets faster while you grow more limp. Your own pleasure starts to consume you and soon you donât have the willpower to move. He looks down briefly to your ass, taking the hand from your waist to slap your cheeks.
âAh!â You gulp in for air, âshitâŠ.â
âOh you like that?â Another one lands on you, though this had some sting behind it. But you love it, âTold you, you needa spankin.â
He doesnât stop there. Grasping at your tits in front, he forcefully tugs your tank top downwards till they fall out, âNeed both.â
Then, he unleashes a smack onto your breasts, this round making you cry aloud, âWooyoung!â
âYouâre so cute, Y/N-ah.â He roughly grabs your mounds of flesh and shakes them, âI love your body so damn much, could fuck you all the time.â
He goes back to fucking you, but your mind wanders. You want to ask if he truly means that, but when a particularly hard thrusts sends you soaring out of your stars, youâre quick to forget.
Thereâs a build up approaching and your cunt feels extra sensitive from the previous activities. Youâve surprised yourself by lasting this long, but you know your end is near.
âWoo, can I-â The words get caught in your throat and instead you croak them out.
He knows exactly what you want though, and how to give it to you. He folds himself over to completely engulf you, him wrapping both arms around your stomach. Heâs still pumping in and out yet his pace has increased significantly, âYeah, yeah you can cum now. Youâve been such a good girl.â
With his permission you let go, allowing yourself to succumb to the intoxicating heat spreading all around. Wooyoungâs breathing is present behind you as he struggles to find his own regular pattern.
Heâs whining, though quietly, into your shoulder, muttering small praises, âFuck, youâre so good. So damn good. Youâll never let anyone else have you, right?â
He drives his hips continuously as you utter incoherent nonsense, âPromise me no one else will ever you see you like this. Can you do that for me?â
You can hardly muster a reply but after a few more gasps it come out, âI promise.â
Your eyes begin to flutter while Wooyoung peppers small kisses down your spin, âYouâre mine now.â
And just like that, your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, just a massive explosion causing you to shake. The feeling of your walls contracting around his cock causes Wooyoung to finish too, the two of you cumming in sync. He continues to fuck your through your orgasm, and you whimper loudly.
Youâve never had one hit you so intense before, and even Wooyoungâs load is more than usual as he fills you up, your cunt milking his dick in pulses.
You try to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, taking a mental note of the whole night until slowly you come down from your high.
Wooyoung finishes as well, his hips growing slow until he finally stops. Instead of removing himself immediately however, he takes in the feeling of him still buried in you, loving how warm you feel. You both breathe heavy and you feel him clench his arms around you.
After regaining your composure, you flop down onto his bed, Wooyoung following close behind you. He lands on top of you and sighs, âYouâre probably the best fuck Iâve ever had.â
You giggle lightly, âIs that so?â
âOh yeah,â He plants another kiss this time on your inner neck, âAnd Iâm definitely your last.â
At that, you crane your neck to him, leisurely turning over as he scoots back slightly, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
His hair is now slightly wet from sweat, showing just how much effort he put in, âCause, youâre never getting cock from anyone else again. If you want it, you have me.â
The smile that spreads afterwards is shit-eating and mischievous. Youâre amused by this but donât oppose it, and Wooyoung senses your acceptance at his declaration.
He drops down to your lips, kissing you in such a passion that felt had a little more to it than heâs willing to show and maybe you donât want him to. At least, not right now.
Just as you start to get into it, he breaks away, âWait, I remembered something.â
âWhat is it?â Your cock your head to the side a bit in confusion, an act that briefly makes him put his guard down. But he quickly regains it, and scoots down towards the end of the bed.
He takes ahold of your back thighs and pushes them towards you, your legs reactively parting slightly. He then moves your knees apart and creates an open view for himself to your pussy.
He audibly groans, âOh fuck, I need to burn this image in my head.â
His cum leaking out of you combined with your puffy cunt almost makes him hard again. He continues praising you and gloats about how fuckable your cunt is.
Your face burns as you canât help but cower from the attention, but apart of you knows youâll be getting more of this in the future. Better start getting used to it now.
- Bonus -
When you wake up again, itâs to your phone violently ringing off in the distance. You feel a heavy arm slung over you and it takes you a minute to realize Wooyoung is nestling between your neck with a leg on top of yours, out like a light.
Still groggy, you sit up, some surprise coursing through you as you notice your lack of clothing. But that didnât matter as of right now. All you want is to find this phone and shut it the hell up.
You aimlessly search through the comforter, then bending over to reach the ground when you see a light being covered by your jeans pocket.
Now you have to get up and actually go retrieve the device, something you do then your back onto the bed.
The photo ID is of you and your roommate 2 years ago when you guys first met in high school. A memory youâd rather forget from when she took you fishing for the first time with her family. Your eyes also dart up to the time which reads 2:43 AM.
Oh gosh.
You press the answer button, âHello-â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?! Iâve been texting and calling you for the past 2 hours and I was getting worried!â
You wince at her shouting, holding the phone a way from your ear slightly, âSorry, sorry. The storm got really bad so Wooyoung offered to let me sleep here. I shouldâve told you that-â
âDamn straight you shouldâve! Had me thinking the fucker kidnapped you or something, youâre so reckless.â
Your eyebrows furrow, minor irritation pricking at you for her earlier stunt, âOkay, I get where youâre coming from, but youâre the one who knew it was gonna rain. Why would you let me wear grey-!â
âOh come on, you are not bringing that up right no-â
Your phone gets plucked out of your grasp and soon you hear the end-call noise. You look over at Wooyoung whoâs resting up on his forearms, your phone in a hand with your call gone from the screen.
âSheâs really loud, woke me up from our nap time.â He mutters then goes searching through your phone before he appears to type out something.
âWooyoung!â Your shock subsides as the realization of what heâd just done dawns on you, âYou canât hang up on her, sheâs my roommate.â
He just shrugs his shoulders, your scolding rolling off of him, âI just did though, plus shouldnât she be asleep right now? Itâs too late for you girls to be up.â
You scowl at him when he glances up at you, shooting you a tiny smile. Then he hands out your phone and you take it skeptically, âWhatâd you do?â
âRelax, I just told your roommate youâd talk to her in the morning. She needs to take a chill pill, texting you 47 times, holy shit.â
You graze through the messages and see all of the texts sheâd sent asking about your whereabouts and then you see the one Wooyoung sent merely seconds ago.
âHey, come back to bed, you need sleep.â He attempts to pull you back to him and you allow him to, falling down into his chest.
And thatâs how you spend the rest of the night, safe in Wooyoungâs arms.