Seeing Red

Seeing Red

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pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), honestly it's filth

warnings; cam boy!woozi, sugar baby dynamics, dom dynamics, masturbation (m & f), guided masturbation, degradation, praise, use of toys, marking, unprotected sex, sex on camera, pet names, and light spanking.

word count; 8.1k and some change

svthub masterlist

part 2

a/n; will be linked to the seventeen peachybun-bun master list. hope you enjoy this and make sure you read and leave love on the other fics by the amazing writers part of this collab. huge thank you to @sapphichui for putting all the together and @bisexualgyu for their hard work with graphics. also a big thank you to @librarian-stacks and @onlychans for proofreading this beast

[sugarwoo$i online]

Freshly manicured nails tap lightly on keys as you try to steady your breath listening to him talk. He is in such a mood tonight. You had been watching sugarwoo$i for months, almost daily at this point, but each time felt exciting, and each time you got bolder with your tips and comments. 

Woozi groans as his hand moves over the bulge in his undone jeans. He wanted to take his cock out and give himself some relief, but none of the viewers deserved to see him yet. He had made that very clear with his words and actions. His free hand ran through his hair as he bit at his bottom lip, leaning his head back in the old office chair, before laughing as he listened to the tips overshadowing the sound of his music playing in the background. 

“Greedy tonight.” 

His eyes scan over the tips, seeing a large one from domino$ugar, a smirk playing on his features as he lifts his hips and pushes his jeans down to his hips, before kicking them the rest of the way off. “Thank you, Domino. You are especially generous tonight. Are you that needy, baby?” 

You gasp as he uses the name he started calling you out of habit to shorten your username. Your lips press together at the same time as your thighs as his eyes meet the camera, sending chills down your body. Warmth spreads through your stomach, down until you feel your panties beginning to get sticky with arousal. 

domino$ugar has tipped $1000

cutie4woo: That’s a lot of money Domino…

Woozi laughs at your second tip, raising a brow as he slides his hand into his tight briefs, running his thumb over his head and making himself shiver with anticipation. “You’re right, it is. I expect an answer, Domino. I was speaking to you. Don’t make me ask again. I’d hate to cut off the video because you can’t be a good girl and answer when you are spoken to.”

Your legs spread as you shift in your bed, running your fingers along your panties and closing your eyes for a moment as he chastises you for not listening to him, before you finally type into the chat.  

domino$ugar: I always am, for you.

“Of course you are. My little needy girl. Are you touching yourself? You better be. I know your little fingers aren’t nearly enough, but they will have to do for tonight.” 

You watch as the chat springs to life as other subscribers chime in to tell him how well they are listening to his commands and how wet they are for him. Your eyes flick from the chat to his face as he scoffs into a laugh as he obviously reads the chat.

He nods, finally moving his hips once again, sliding his briefs down and kicking them off to expose his hard cock. Tilting his head, Woozi lets his shaft rest against his stomach as he leans back, just watching the camera as if you are in the room and he is watching your fingers slide your panties to the side. Your fingers circle your clit, making you gasp out his name, which he seems to respond to, making you furrow your brows. 

“Such a pretty little slut for me. So nice and wet. Getting yourself ready for my cock?” His voice raises into a question, and you nod as you close your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice as he groans and wraps his hand around his length, pumping himself slowly. “Going to let me have you any way I want?” 

Your eyes open to the sounds of tips. You bite at your frown, before reaching up with your free hand to send in another, not wanting to possibly be beaten out, though you knew there is no way that could happen. 

domino$ugar has tipped $500 

“Domino, baby. Thank you, why don’t you buy a private show at this point.” He laughs, but you raise a brow, having not considered that possibility. The idea is intriguing, but it is also so personal. But then again, isn’t that what you wanted? Woozi all to yourself? 

Your finger moves the pointer over the screen as your other finger circles your clit, making your thighs tremble when you press the confirm button. The sound triggers, and Woozi laughs, leaning forward slightly and shaking his head. “You really are good at listening to me, aren’t you?” 

The screen counts down as the chat moves quickly in whines when it is announced that Woozi is entering a private show. “Don’t whine. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Woozi blows a kiss to the camera one last time, before for most the screen goes to a stream end - user in a private show screen, marking the end of his show for the night. 

Your screen only goes to black for a moment, before Woozi is back with a smirk and a raised brow, leaning forward towards the camera. “Hey, baby. Do you want to type, or do you want to let me hear that pretty little voice?” 

Your stomach flips as you sit up in bed, your hand sliding from between your legs as you realize he is speaking only to you. An invite for you to share your voice pops up as an option on your screen. A trembling hand lingers over the button for a moment, before you accept the invitation, realizing it might be nice to not have to type the entire time as you watch him, no matter how awkward it might end up being. 

Woozi watches as your picture lights up, signaling your voice is connected and waits until he hears a small “Hi.” His smirk morphs into a bit more of a smile, before he bites his bottom lip and furrows his brows, tilting his head. “Are you being shy with me, Domino? After all you’ve said to me in chat? That isn’t the dirty girl I know. This is your show, baby, but I won’t settle for that shit.”

Your eyes widen as you clear your throat, and you speak up some, shifting on your bed and bringing your knees to your chest. “I’m…I’m not shy. I just didn’t expect to be able to speak to you directly.”

Your eyes watch as Woozi laughs and nods, picking up his tripod and moving towards a bed, giving you more of a view of his room. It was clear he had spent his money in an interesting way. A few instruments are strategically in a corner and are obviously where he had invested his money, whereas the rest of his furniture is almost tragic in your eyes. 

Clearly having no shame in his body, Woozi sets up the camera facing his bed, before moving to a drawer and taking out a red toy and showing it to you. “Remember this?”

You bite your lip and nod, before answering verbally. “Yes. I sent that to you. You said you liked red, and I wanted you to have something to play with. I…I wanted to watch you use it.”

Woozi laughs as you stumble over your words and confession as he takes off the end of the red fleshlight, before laying back on his bed that creaks from obvious age and just poor value.

You find yourself unable to keep yourself from speaking as you watch him reach for a bottle of lube, pouring some onto his fingers. “You need a new bed.” 

Another laugh falls from his lips as he looks at the camera and shakes his head. “That’s what you want to talk about? I’m about to fuck the toy you bought for me, as if it were you, and you want to talk about my old ass bed?”

You feel your cheeks flush as you take a breath. “I mean...no, but yes. I…want you to be comfortable. I just like to see you taken care of.” 

Your voice falls off into a whisper at the end, making Woozi smirk as he strokes himself slowly and looks into the camera, before putting some lube onto the toy. “You want to take care of me, Domino?”

You let out a shaky audible breath instantly turned on by his words. Woozi furrows his brows at the sound of your breath, before sliding the head of his cock into the toy with a low groan. “Yes, I do...oh my god. You look so good, Woozi.”

He bites his lips together and looks down at his cock moving into the toy, before glancing back to the camera. “Yeah? You have your fingers in your pretty little pussy for me? Fuck, I wish this was your pussy.” 

You watch his hips move up to meet the toy in his hand as your legs spread once again. Your fingers slide around your panties, two fingers press at your wet entrance as you gasp when you feel the stretch when you push them in.

“I heard that. Put the computer closer so I can listen to your fingers.” 

Nodding, you do as he says, sliding down in the bed and spreading your legs further apart so you can put the laptop between your legs, letting him hear the wet sounds as your fingers enter your wet core over and over.

“Fuck that’s it. Faster. I want you to cum for me, Domino, like the dirty girl you are.”

You whine as you curl your fingers up into yourself to find your spot, causing Woozi to fuck up harder into the toy in response. “Woozi, please….”

Glancing at the camera, sweat on his brows, he grins and raises a brow. “Please what, baby? What do you want? Tell me.” 

Your thighs tremble as you feel yourself getting closer, your eyes fixed on him as you listen to him grunt as his hips meet his hand. “I wish you could fuck me. I need you so bad. I want you so much.”

He laughs and leans his head back, his abs tightening as he groans out “Domino…” making you close your eyes, “Call me Y/N.” 

Woozi smirks and nods, “Y/N, cum for me. Fuck yourself faster. I know you can. Put your thumb on your clit. I want you to scream my name.” 

Hearing him say your name almost pushes you over the edge as you follow his commands. Your thumb presses over your clit as you rub circles over it. Your fingers moving faster and harder into your pussy, you gasp, before giving him what he wants as you scream out his name as your legs close around your hand when you cum. 

Woozi quickly follows you, hearing the sounds of your orgasm. “Fuck…oh fuck! Y/N…yes, baby.” His eyes close as yours open, letting you look at his fucked out face in awe. You had seen him after a climax many times, but this time seems different. He almost seems like he experienced bliss.

Opening his eyes, Woozi laughs and puts the toy to the side, before reaching for a tissue. He cleans some cum from his fingers and cock, before he looks at the camera shaking his head in disbelief. 

“What?” Your voice is shaky as you move to sit up once again.

“You sound like a fucking dream. I wish I could meet you for real.”

Raising a brow, you smile and shrug. “Why can’t we? Are there some camboy rules that say you can’t? 

Laughing, Woozi sits up, glancing at the time seeing 15 minutes left for the private show. “I mean, no, but I am not made of money. I can’t just go to random places to meet people.”

You smile and bite your lip and shrug. “Where do you live? I promise I’m not a crazy person. I don’t want to kill you.” 

Sliding on a pair of shorts, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs, contemplating, before nodding. “I’m in California, just outside of LA. We are almost out of time.”

You perk up at his state and smile brighter. “I’m also in California. Well, one of the houses is. Give me your number, and I’ll send you some details. I will also make it worth your time.” 

Woozi shakes his head, mouthing “one of the houses”, before picking up his phone. “You are loaded, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks burn as you laugh and pick up your own phone, waiting for him to tell you his information as he furrows his brows. “I have money, yes. As I said, I want to take care of you. Is that bad?” 

Glancing at the time, seeing a 3-minute warning, Woozi considers your offer before sitting on his bed hard in front of the camera. “Give me your number instead. Let me think it over. I’ll text you once I decide. Is that fair, Y/N?” 

Your name on his lips in a casual setting sends a chill down your spine, making you whisper yes. You tell him your number, watching him type it into his phone and hitting save as the screen flashes a warning that the show is about to end. Meeting the camera with his eyes one last time, Woozi smirks and rubs the back of his neck. “This was fun, I really will think about it.” 

You start to answer when the show ends, leaving you alone in your room. The silence is almost deafening as you lean back on the pillows, sliding your laptop away from you as you hold your phone to your chest, glancing up at your ceiling, wondering if he will text. 

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The sound of a text makes you furrow your brows as you sit on your sofa. Your attention is split between your phone and the television. You had been 3 episodes into a new show, a bottle of wine gone, certain you wouldn’t hear from Woozi, when the familiar ding on a new text went off. 

Unknown: Hey it’s Woozi. I’ve thought about your offer. It’s so tempting I can’t turn it down. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something like this. 

Sitting up quickly, you knock off a bowl of popcorn, the show long forgotten as you quickly save his number to your phone, before responding to him with shaky hands. 

Y/N: I don’t feel like I have to do anything. I want to do it. I was serious about wanting to take care of you. We don’t even have to do anything. I would just like to meet and maybe you could do a show…and I could watch? Like I said I’ll make it worth your time. 

Woozi leans back in his office chair as he reads your text, raising a brow at your message. It was more and more tempting. He was struggling when it came to money, that was half the reason he had started the cam show in the first place. The fact that he enjoyed it so much just happened to become an added benefit. 

Woozi: Alright. When and where?

You bite your lip and kick your legs out of excitement, before taking a breath to steady yourself as you think about his question before responding. 

Y/N: Saturday, 6 pm. If you send me your address I can have a car pick you up. Doesn’t matter where. I’ll find a nice place near you for us. 

“I feel a bit like a prostitute but whatever…” Woozi mutters to himself as he scratches the back of his head, before shrugging and letting his thumbs run over the keyboard. If things got weird, he would let his friends know where he was, and he would make his way out. If he got lucky, you were hot and this would be a good time. 

Woozi: [Address attached] Seems like a lot just for a little meeting with me. Are you trying to be my sugar mama Domino? ;) 

Cheeks burning at the text, you rub your lips together and take a bit longer than intended to respond, making Woozi a bit nervous as you see bubbles pop up, marking he is writing another text. 

Woozi: It was a joke.

Y/N: I’d like to be, but please when it’s not during the show call me Y/N. 

The two messages send and are seen at the same time, making both of you take a moment before either of you respond. 

Woozi: Are you serious?

Y/N: Yes. I wasn’t kidding when I said I like to see you taken care of. Is that bad? It makes me happy. 

Woozi raises a brow as he glances at a stack of bills on his desk that even the larger tips weren’t covering before looking back at his phone. 

Woozi: What would it mean? Like would you want me to stop doing the show and just be like yours or something? I don’t know if I want that. 

You furrow your brows at his message, almost as if you can feel his hesitation. Shaking your head, you adjust yourself on the couch and pull your legs under you as you bite at your lips. 

Y/N: Not at all. I love the shows. They are hot. I like watching people go crazy over you. Why would I take away another source of your money? That's selfish, I’m not selfish Woozi. I literally said I want to take care of you. It’s nothing weird really…we can talk more about it Saturday. The car will pick you up. 

Woozi thinks about how to respond to the message when you send a kissy emoji, making him scoff into a smirk, before he just reacts to your message with a thumbs up to let you know he read it. 

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Standing in front of the mirror, Woozi pulls at the tight button up, furrowing his brows. It isn’t that he isn’t sure that he looks good. He knows he looks attractive. He has that confidence. He has been told enough times, especially by you, that he is handsome, but knowing you have so much money and what you want with him made him suddenly self-conscious. Maybe the clothes weren’t nice enough. What if you changed your mind? 

Glancing at the clock, he puffs out his cheeks before grabbing his phone, shoving it into his pocket and doing the same with his wallet and keys. Throwing a bag with his show necessities over his shoulder, Woozi sighs and checks the mirror one last time, before heading out of his apartment and down into the street. He is surprised to see a black SUV waiting on the street with a man in a suit standing next to the back door. 

“Uh hi? Is this for me?” 

With a nod, the man opens the door, and Woozi scoffs with a shrug, before getting into the back seat. He instantly takes his phone out to text a couple of his friends, telling them about the ride he is now taking to some potentially fancy place. 

Hosh: What if she’s a babe? 

Cheol: Idk why you decided to do this Jihoon. This seems reckless. 

Mingyu: You can finally pay me back the $50 bucks you owe me?

Woozi scowls at the last text and decides to delete it, before leaning his head back and glancing out the window as the man drives him into the city, towards a part he had rarely visited just due to the fact he knew he couldn’t afford half the stores in the area. 

“Hey, can you tell me the name of the place we are going to?” 

The man driving met Woozi’s eyes in the rearview mirror and sighs before speaking in a flat tone, “The Roosevelt. Ms. Y/L/N has the penthouse.” 

Woozi thought he would choke on his own spit before he swallowed it down. The driver scowls at him, before reaching back to pull open a section in the console to show drinks.

Nodding in thanks, Woozi grabs a bottle of water and twists the top open, before downing half the bottle to calm himself down, having not expected some place like The Roosevelt and the penthouse. He knows you had said some place nice, but not something that he couldn’t dream of affording. 

Picking up his cellphone, he quickly types out his new information to Hoshi and Seungcheol, deciding not to update Mingyu on anything after his last response. Woozi can’t help but smirk at their fast responses and their different opinions. 

Cheol: Who the fuck is she? A Kennedy? Jihoon…I know I said I’d come get you if you needed me to but how the hell am I supposed to get you out of The Roosevelt? 

Hosh: That is the hottest thing you have ever said to me. Hands down. If you don’t fuck her I will. Tell her if she wants a second sugar baby I am into all kinds of kinky shit. 

Woozi glances up as the car comes to a stop. His eyes look up as he leans towards the window. The sheer size of the hotel makes his eyes widen as he barely registers the door opening as the driver waits for him to get out. 

“Your keycard, sir. Ms. Y/L/N is waiting for you. You can let yourself in.” 

Grabbing his things, Woozi then looks at the gold card in the man’s hand, before taking it from him as if it were made of glass. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way through the main doors, going towards the elevator. He can’t stop himself from glancing around in awe at the opulence of the entire decor. How it is almost too much, and yet he finds himself loving every moment of it. 

Stepping into the elevator, Woozi slides to the side as he is joined by another couple who give him a side-eye and a scoff with a quick look at his outfit, until he presses the button for the penthouse, only to be met with a prompt for his keycard. They watch him expectantly, almost as if they know he wouldn’t have one because he doesn’t belong here. He can’t help the smug smirk on his lips when their eyes follow the gold card as he slid it through the reader, and the elevator beeps recognizing the card, approving the prompt. 

“Which floor are you two going to? I can get it for you.” 

The man meets Woozi’s eyes and furrows his brows, before muttering 12th and watching as it is pressed for him.

Woozi leans back against the elevator wall, crossing his arms as he watches the numbers at the top of the door go up only to stop at the 12th. Watching the couple walk off the elevator, Woozi slides to the middle of the doors and smiles sarcastically as the doors begin to close. “Have a great night you two!” 

He can’t help but laugh as the man groans loudly when the woman on his arm hits him just as the doors close and the elevator begins to go up once again. His stomach begins to tighten slightly in anticipation. As much fun as this is, he has to admit to himself that he is nervous to meet you, and worried that you’d have the same reaction to him as the couple had given him. 

With one last ding, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open to a single door, making Woozi mutter out a wow as he steps into a small hall, noticing it was the only door on the floor. Shaking out his hands, he shrugs his shoulders a few times, before sliding the gold card into the reader, hearing the beep. He pushes the door open, glancing around as he moves into the large foyer area. “Hello?”

You glance up from your spot on the couch. A glass of wine barely touched in your hand as you bounce your leg. You know Woozi has been working his way up for a few minutes, but your anticipation all comes to a head when you hear his voice come from just a room away. Moving to stand, you clear your throat and sit your wine down so you can smooth your dress down, moving around the couch to meet him as he enters the living area. 

Woozi is glancing up at the tall ceilings when he moves into the larger room, only glancing down as he hears a smaller “Hello, Woozi.”

A smirk is instantly on his lips as he hears your voice, until he sees you and his breath is taken away, his smooth confident exterior is broken. “Holy shit…uh, Domino? Wait I mean, Y/N? Oh my god, you are…” 

Your cheeks burn hot as Woozi’s hands extend out to gesture at you as he almost seems to panic, before moving to sit his bag down with the gold key card. “I don’t have words. Fuck…I don’t know what I imagined, but Jesus christ, you are beautiful. This doesn’t seem fair.” 

A scoff falls from your lips as you furrow your brows, moving a bit closer to Woozi as he watches your every move. “What isn’t?”

Woozi gestures around and then to himself. “You and what you want with me. I’m not…you deserve better.” 

Shaking your head, you bite your lip and glance at his bag, before looking back at him. “I said what I wanted, Woozi, and I meant it. You are even more gorgeous in person. I’m even more certain.”

He laughs and scratches the back of his head, shaking his head, before sighing as you move in touching distance from him. He wants to reach out and touch your skin. It looks so smooth and almost untouched. He can imagine leaving marks all over you. He wants to hear you scream his name again, maybe even his real name. “You can call me Jihoon…when I’m not on camera. When it’s just, you know us. That’s my real name. Lee Jihoon.”

You take one last step, and Woozi can’t help the groan that falls from his lips as he smells your perfume. You give him a soft glance, so innocent, and yet there is something in your eyes that says you want to be fucked right there and then. “Okay, Jihoon. Should we talk about terms?”

Woozi sighs out a soft breath as you say his name, reaching out to run the back of his index finger along your arm, making you shiver slightly at his touch. “Uh yeah…whatever you want.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words, before turning your hand over and offering it to him to see what he would do.

Woozi smirks a bit, raising a brow, before moving his hand over your arm, watching chill bumps spread over your skin. He takes your hand and leads you towards the couch, sitting you down in front of your wine. 

“So I don’t know a ton about how this works, but I’d like to give you an…well, we will call it an allowance at the loss of a better word. I’m thinking $10,000 a month? If that seems fair? Like I told you in text, I don’t want you to stop your shows. I enjoy them. I wouldn’t mind being there to watch some of them in person. I don’t expect you to want to sleep with me Jihoon. So if that’s something you thought I wanted, you don’t have to be. That isn’t why I asked for this arrangement. I really do want to take care of you. I just…can’t fight that urge.” 

Woozi’s eyes widen at the amount of money, before he bites his lips as he watches you talk, letting his fingers slide around your wrist, his fingers touching as he swallows hard. Did you not want to sleep with him now? Furrowing his brows, he nods and looks away, before laughing a bit and letting go of your wrist. “Okay. So you are just going to give me money for existing?”

You smile into a laugh and nod with a shrug. “Basically, I have enough. Why not spoil you?”

He laughs and leans back on the sofa putting his arm behind you before tapping out a beat onto the fabric in thought. “But you don’t want to sleep with me?”

Your cheeks go hot once again, and you look away as you pick up your wine, taking a sip and making Woozi smile at your reaction.

“Or do you? Are you being shy right now, Y/N? You can tell me.” 

You look back over to the man who had been your fantasy for months as you press the wine glass to your lips, before he sits up to take it from you, only to sit it down. “You are either overly shy with me, Y/N, or a dirty little slut. There is no inbetween with you, is there?” 

Turning your head, you are stopped as Woozi reaches up to take your chin into his hand, turning your face back to him and making you look at him. “I’ll stop if you want me to, but you act like I don’t want you, or maybe you don’t want me? Why do you watch my shows if you don’t? Cause I’m not going to lie…right now, I want to mark you up and see how good you taste, baby. Earn my keep.” 

You scoff and take in a shaky breath. “I just don’t want you to think I’m paying you for sex, Jihoon. That’s not what this was about.”

Woozi laughs and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, glancing at your legs as you rub your thighs together. “You’ve made that clear, and I believe you, but I still think you want me to ravage your little cunt.” 

Woozi smirks as he pulls down at your bottom lip, making you gasp when your mouth falls open for him. “I accept your terms only if we explore this. See what happens…because baby, I have to have you. You are just too sweet.” 

All you can do is nod as you meet his eyes, watching him nod back to you, before his mouth is on your throat. Your eyes close as you let out a soft moan, making Woozi smirk against your skin as his kisses work up your neck and to your jaw, and finally your lips as he pulls you closer with his free hand by your waist.

“Now you said you wanted to watch me do a show? How bout you be a good girl and get out of this dress while I set up my camera?” 

You try to catch your breath as you feel his fingers slide your zipper down your back, before he moves off the couch to grab his bag, taking out a small tripod and camera glancing back at you. “Where is the bedroom, baby girl?”

Gesturing to the right, you lick your lips and move to stand as you shake, making Woozi grin as he leaves you to regain your composure so he can set up for his show. 

Finding his way into a large bedroom, Woozi can’t help but laugh to himself at how nice it all is. Sitting the tripod down on a dresser, he moves into the room and runs his hand over the bedding, shivering at how soft the comforter is. He can’t help but cringe at the idea of sleeping on his itchy bedding at home after being spoiled like this. 

Shaking his head, Woozi glances around, figuring out the best place for his camera, framing it up the bed. He is unsure where this would all lead, but he wants to leave his options open in case you want to join him.

Glancing up at the sound of your heels, his breath is taken away once again as he sees you in just your red lingerie. Running a hand over his mouth, Woozi can’t help but palm his jeans with his other hand, muttering to himself. 

“I...holy shit. Did you wear this just for me? Alright, so I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. How about we use the color system, okay, baby? Red if things are uncomfortable or you don’t want it. Yellow if you want me to slow down or if you want a break. Green if you are good to go. The only thing I want is for you to answer me if I ask for a color. Can you do that for me?” 

You watch Woozi move one of the chairs next to his camera that he has set up on an end table at the end of the bed, before he moves to you, putting his hand on your hip and running his thumb along the band of your panties. You nod, and he shakes his head. “I need words, no nodding or shaking your head. I won’t accept that. Verbal consent only. So you answer me when I talk to you.” 

Woozi gives you a look, lowering his head as you swallow a breath, before licking your lips. “Yes, I understand.”

Smiling, he bites at his bottom lip, glancing at your lips and tongue, before taking a step back to give you a once over as he shakes his head. “Sit down for me. I’ll tell you what I want you to do. Just like in any other show, only I can watch you this time. You can inspire everyone else with your good behavior.” 

Sitting down, you cross your legs as you watch Woozi take a step back, moving to his camera. He takes out his laptop to open the svthub website and makes sure everything is perfect, before he presses the go live button. He smirks when he hears the sound of your phone going off in the next room to signal you got his notification. “My good girl even has her notifications turned on for me?” 

You suck on your bottom lip and nod, only to see him raise a brow in warning. “Yes, I do.”

He smiles as you answer him out loud, before sitting down on the end of the bed and glancing at his laptop as comments begin to flood in with tips. 

“You’re right, I’m not in my room. I’m somewhere special with a special guest. You are going to be nice to my special guest, aren’t you?” 

You watch Woozi smirk as he works a few buttons open on his shirt, making you suck on your bottom lip as he meets your eyes, before looking at the camera for a moment, before reading more comments. 

“It’s going to be the same as always…maybe a bit more exciting. We will see how it goes.” You listen to him laugh as he shrugs the tight shirt off his shoulders, exposing his muscles to the light in the room.

You know he is built, but you could never really make out the details with his camera quality. You make a mental note to get him something nicer, so that everyone could understand just how perfect he is. 

Shifting in your seat, you draw Woozi’s attention, making him tsk. “Don’t move, baby. Not until I say so.”

You lick your lips and nod, before letting out a meek, “Okay.” Your hands grip the arms of the chair as Woozi tosses his shirt to the floor and leans back, his eyes staying on you for a moment as he almost seems to study you. It seems like only the sounds of tips bring him back to the laptop as he smirks and laughs sucking on his cheek. 

“I might. We will see what she wants to do. See how shy she is. If she is a good girl and feels comfortable…” 

You furrow your brows curious at what he is talking about, only able to use your imagination as to what the comments are saying.

Woozi’s hands move to his jeans undoing them as his eyes move back to yours as he tilts his head. “What’s that look for? Don’t like not being able to know what I’m talking about? You want to know what I’ve already figured out about you? You want control, hence our little arrangement, and yet you want to be completely out of control. You want someone to control you, don’t you, baby girl? Isn’t that why you like my show?” 

Woozi watches your breasts rise and fall quickly as your breath quickens at his questions. He is hitting the nail right on the head, reading you like a book. “Answer me. I won’t ask twice. We talked about this.” 

“You are right.” 

He makes a sound of acknowledgment as he stands, pushing his jeans past his hips, leaving him in just his briefs. The outline of his hard cock makes your mouth water. Woozi isn’t oblivious to how you are looking at him. Instead, he laughs and turns to the side, running his hand over his bulge, showing the camera with raised brows. 

“I think she’s hungry, but she doesn’t deserve anything just yet. Color?” 

You are brought back to attention at his question as you meet his eyes when he sits down, his hand lazily running over his shaft through the thin fabric.

“Green…” You press your thighs together, trying your best to give yourself some stimulation, only for his eyes to drop to your lap as he shakes his head. 

“I want to see that pretty little pussy. Take off your panties and give them to me, then spread your legs nice and wide. I can’t have you breaking rules and getting off before I say so.” 

You whine to Woozi’s words, before moving to slide your shoes off and putting them to the side, so you can easily stand and step out of your panties. You hold them out, but Woozi makes no effort to move from where he is to take them from you.

Glancing towards the camera, you feel your cheeks flush as you move slightly into the frame, keeping your face hidden as you hand them to him. You move back to your chair, sitting down and slowly spreading your legs for him like you were told. 

Smirking, Woozi twists your panties around his fingers, before showing them to the camera. “She knows how much I love red, but fuck…” His eyes move back over to you as he seems to eye fuck your glistening folds from where he is sitting. “Seeing that pussy knowing it’s mine…I could lose my shit right now. It is mine, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, it’s yours, Woozi.” 

He laughs, biting at his bottom lip with a nod, before putting your panties down on the bed beside him as he leans back on his elbows, watching you. “I want everyone to follow along with our pretty baby tonight. Can you do that for me? Can you all be good little girls tonight?” 

You watch as he glances at the laptop, a grin spreading over his face as he nods and tips start pouring in. “They love this. I might never do a show alone again.” His eyes meet yours as your thighs tremble. “She’s suffering, I think she’s starving to be touched. Are you starving?” 

He nods and pouts in faux concern before laughing. “All my pretty little sluts are so needy. They are all just like you, baby. I bet they are dripping.” Woozi tilts his head and sucks in a breath as he watches you literally drip onto the cushion under you. 

“I can’t wait to taste every last drop of you. Play with your clit, beautiful. I can see you are in pain.” 

You lick your lips, before licking your fingertips and doing as you are told, rubbing them around your clit, making yourself jump at the sudden contact. “Woozi...”

He raises a brow and bites his lip in response, before he glances at the laptop and reads the comments. “Louder, baby. They want to hear your pretty little moans. They said you sound sexy. They are right. Put your middle finger inside. I bet that needy little pussy will swallow it right up.” 

Woozi leans forward as you follow his instructions, and he watches your middle finger disappear into your core. Your moan fills the room, echoed by his soft groan as he grips at his cock through his underwear. “I was right, but it’s not enough, is it, baby girl?” 

You whine out a no as you curl the single finger into your core, trying to get more pleasure, wishing he would just touch you himself.

Woozi moves his hips up, sliding his briefs down and letting his cock spring back up to his stomach as he leans back slightly. Your eyes follow it out of instinct making him smirk. 

“Oh no, you don’t get this yet, but you can have another finger. Just one more, that’s a good girl. Such a good listener.” 

Watching his hand lazily slide over his cock, you whine out his name once more, before moaning loud enough for the camera, making his brows furrow. “Such a pretty sound. Are you moaning for me too?” His eyes are on the camera as he speaks, before glancing at the laptop and nodding to the comments with approval. 

“But you don’t get to cum until I let our baby cum. I think that’s only fair. She’s trying so hard to listen to me. Aren’t you?” 

You nod and curl your fingers in deep, moaning out a louder yes, making Woozi fuck up into his hand with a groan. “Shit…that’s my girl. Keep that up, and I’m gonna have to fuck you in front of everyone. Would you like that? You’d get off on it wouldn’t you?” 

He smirks at your reaction as your fingers slow down, but your breath quickens. “Color?” 

You take a moment as he leans forward with a questioning look on his face, waiting for your answer. “Your back can be to the camera the entire time, and you can say no. I won’t be mad. So tell me your color. I won’t ask again.” 

Licking your lips, you look at his hand around his shaft as he runs his thumb over his head, making himself hiss out a soft “shit…” as he waits for you to consider his proposal. Nodding, you slide your fingers from between your legs and take a breath, “Green, yes.” 

“That’s my good girl.” Woozi slides back on the bed, bringing the laptop with him, before putting his hand out for you. “Come have a seat, baby girl.”

Your cheeks warm slightly as you move past the camera and crawl over the bed, knowing your ass is exposed to the camera, but the sudden increase in tips makes your confidence soar as Woozi’s hands reach for your face as your legs move on either side of his. 

“Look at how well you are taking care of me…now, let me take care of you. You want me to wear a condom?” 

His lips meet yours as you shake your head no and your eyes close, one hand sliding along your side to your hip as he moves you over his hips. You moan about being on the pill and trusting him into the kiss, feeling his hand move between your legs, a calloused thumb pressing against your clit in slow circles. 

“Okay, baby. You like that?” 

Nodding, you whine a yes against his lips, only to lift your hips as you feel him lineup his tip with your entrance and move a hand back to your hip to slowly lower you down. The stretch almost sends you over the edge instantly as you feel almost overly full. “Woozi, oh my god. Wait, yellow.” 

His brows furrow as he looks up at you, running a hand over your cheek. He waits until you nod and mutter that you are okay to move. “You sure? Color?” 

“Green now. Please move. I need you. I just needed a second.” You roll your hips over him, making him throw his head back into a laugh as he nods.

“Okay, okay I get it. Bra off, now.”

You nod and reach behind your back, undoing the clasp as his hands move to pull down the straps as his hips begin to slowly thrust up, meeting your movements. 

Your soft moans are almost overshadowed by his groans, until his mouth is on your skin when your breasts are exposed to him. You can’t help but lean your head back in ecstasy as he starts leaving red marks over your chest as he imagined earlier. Running your hands through his hair, you pull gently, causing a low growl to erupt from his throat as he glances up at you, before running his tongue around your nipple. 

“Careful, kitten…I’ll leave you red all over if you start.” 

You smirk slightly, making him narrow his eyes playfully. He bites down, making you cry out into a moan. A laugh falls from his lips, before his hands grip your hips as his hips begin to piston upwards, making you lose your breath in surprise as you grip at his shoulders to almost try to hold on to reality. 

“I think you’d like that. Waking up tomorrow and looking in the mirror, seeing red and blue spots all over your pretty skin. Wouldn’t you?” 

You nod, not answering verbally, causing Woozi to growl again as he thrusts up hard, making you gasp out a yes. “Yes I want that, please. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. Please!” 

Woozi groans at your pleading, his head falling back against the headboard as you moan so beautifully for him, as you beg so sweetly for him. “Yeah? You wanna cum?” 

“Yes, please can I cum?” 

Glancing at the laptop, Woozi laughs and bites at his lip hard, before taking a breath to calm himself down. He is close, but he wants to hold out to give you what you want. “They want you to cum too. They want to see your cum running down my cock. I want to see that too. Cum for me, baby girl.” 

His thumb presses over your clit, rubbing hard as he thrusts hard, and you can’t hold on any longer, even if you wanted to try. The pressure that had been building releases hard enough to make your head spin as you hold on to his arms, digging your nails into his skin as you moan loudly. 

Woozi gasps as your walls tighten around him, sending him over the edge. A few hard thrusts into your orgasm, he spills into you with a loud groan, careful not to say your name as his hands dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, like your nails would surely leave on him. 

As you slowly stop moving, Woozi's hands loosen their grip, only to begin rubbing gentle circles in the place of the tight vice-like grip, as he laughs and tries to catch his breath. “Holy shit…” 

You smile down at him, before laying your forehead on his shoulder, feeling him kiss your ear. The action sends a chill down your spine and causes a soft gasp to fall from your lips.

Smirking, he leaves a few more kisses below your ear, before moving your hair and turning your head to bring your lips to his, before speaking against them. 

“My good girl.” 

You laugh and nod, nudging your nose against his, before biting at your lip, thinking about your arrangement as you dare to tease him. “You keep calling me pet names, with our…deal, does that mean I get to call you my baby?” 

Woozi growls into a smirk, bringing his hand down hard on your ass and leaving a bright red mark that sends the chat into a frenzy, tips coming in quickly as he mutters against your lips. “No, but you can call me daddy.” 

“Okay, daddy.” 

He grins into the kiss, before he slides from you, letting you lay on your stomach on the bed as he winks at the camera. “Thanks for coming to the show and being such good girls. Maybe I can talk her into joining me again, since you enjoyed it so much. I think she did too.” 

You moan softly as he runs a hand over your warm ass where his handprint was still visible, before he laughs again and reaches to turn off the camera, ending the show for the night with a wiggle of his brows. “I love seeing her all red.”

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

INFINITELY YOU

part one // back at the beginning

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. all versions of peter are between the ages of 19-23 in this story. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

WORD COUNT - 5.4k

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The world seemed to slip out from under you, fracturing beneath your feet and leaving you to sink into a deep, dark hole.  

It was quiet—so unbearably quiet—and the tension between you and your estranged friends had become so thick that you feared it would soon take form and seep into your lungs. Maybe that would be for the best, you thought, wondering if suffocating on your collective grief would somehow be easier than whatever came next.  

“Aunt May…” You sputtered, unable to force the words out. Shaking your head, you asked, “Are you sure?”  

God, what a stupid question. You almost wanted to slap yourself for asking something so mindless.

Ned’s lips pressed into a thin line, trying to swallow his own sorrow. “I wish we weren’t,” he said with a small, wistful chuckle, still too shocked to fully acknowledge the gravity of it all. “But… yeah, we’re sure. She’s… She’s gone.”  

Your heart sank, unable to think of the right string of words to form a reply.  

With your mind reeling, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that this was some sort of cruel joke–the kind where the punchline would never quite hit. But all it took was one look at the red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks of Ned and Mj to know that they were telling the truth.  

She was dead—Aunt May was dead.  

And, somehow, it seemed as though that wasn’t even the worst part of the mess your friends had gotten themselves in.  

“I know that it’s a lot to take in all at once,” Ned started back up, perhaps noticing the way the color seemed to drain from your face. “If you need me to go back over it or explain anything then I can-”  

You stopped listening to him, staring blankly at the doormat beneath their feet. They hadn’t even bothered to come inside your apartment, too panicked to waste any time before delving into the details about Doctor Strange and the multiverse and other Spider-Man’s.  

But honestly, you didn’t care about any of that.  

You didn’t care about string theory or whatever multiversal villains had apparently slipped into your world—because you couldn’t stop thinking about what Ned had said about how May died. It hurt to think about it, the shrapnel and debris that had torn her flesh, the glider that had punctured her side and left her bleeding out in Peter’s arms…  

Aunt May had died a horrific and brutal death, and you weren’t sure that there would ever be any way for you to come to terms with that.  

“Peter,” you finally spoke, fire raging in your eyes as you looked at Ned. “Where is Peter?”  

He spared Mj a sidelong glance, as if silently asking for her permission to answer. Frustration began to prick your skin, crawling up your spine as your stare turned harsh, offended that he didn’t just tell you outright. You knew that things between the four of you hadn’t ended well, but this… 

Mj crossed her arms, looking almost as frustrated as you were with Ned’s choice to look to her for permission, and decided to answer in his place.  

“Downstairs,” she told you, her tone purposefully clipped as a way to show that the wounds sustained in the downfall of your friendship had not yet healed–and you didn’t care, because you knew that yours hadn’t either.  

“Is he…” you trailed off, not sure how to say it. If May’s death had been so brutal, then God knows what kind of injuries Peter might’ve sustained in the fight?  

But you didn’t have to speak, because whether the two of you liked it or not, you had been friends—and she always knew what you were thinking. “He’s safe,” she told you, quelling your nerves just a little. A reluctant sigh slipped her lips, shaking her head as she added, “But he’s not okay.”  

You knew what she meant—physically Peter had survived the fight with this Goblin man that they had told you about, but mentally…  

You understood why she was hesitant to tell you about it, too. Of the three of you, there was only one that had ever been able to delve down into the depths of Peter’s trauma and help him claw his way back out of the gnawing pit that threatened to consume him—and it wasn’t either of them.  

And, just as Mj knew you, you knew her. 

She didn’t want you around Peter, not anymore—and so if she was willingly telling you that he wasn’t okay, then it meant that she knew how much he truly needed you right now.  

“You guys should’ve told me sooner,” you grit your teeth, desperately trying to bite back against the resentment rising in your throat. “You should’ve told me as soon as all of this started, instead of waiting until everything went to shit.”  

It wasn’t your intention to sound bitter, but that didn’t stop you from coming across that way. Ned recoiled from your tone like a blow, but you didn’t have it in you to feel guilty right now.  

They had been dealing with all of this multiversal crisis bullshit for nearly a week now—and yet none of them had thought to say a single word to you until now. And while you knew that your presence likely wouldn’t have changed the course of events that had unfolded, it still hurt.  

And it still made you angry.  

“What do you need me to do?” You asked after realizing that neither of them intended to respond to your sharp statement.  

“Well,” Ned started, nervously rubbing his sweaty palms against his khakis, “it’s gonna take us some time to figure out where the villains are hiding, and even longer to work out what to do with them. And, since these other Peter’s have dealt with these guys before, we could really use their help…”  

He trailed off, once again looking to Mj, this time to silently urge her to finish his sentence.  

She rolled her eyes. “We need you to let them stay here.”  

Your brows furrowed, glancing between the two of them as if once again waiting for some sort of punchline to hit. It didn’t.  

“It might take us a bit–a few weeks, maybe—to find all of them and stop them. And now that Happy’s complex was literally blown to pieces, we don’t have anywhere for the two of them to stay while they help out.” Mj tried to explain. She looked defeated when she said, “We didn’t know who else we could go to that would actually understand.”  

Understand.  

If you weren’t still reeling from everything they had just told you, then you probably would have laughed at the word. You would hardly say that you understood what was going on—but you knew what she was getting.  

Mj’s dad would hardly allow two random men to stay in his house with them, and Ned’s Lola probably wasn’t too keen on the idea either. With Happy’s place destroyed, they had nowhere left to turn.  

You weren’t sure how to feel now that you knew they had only come to you because you were their last choice.  

At the risk of aggravating Mj, you said, “I wanna talk to Peter.”  

“I don’t know if now’s a good time,” Mj swiftly shot back. “I told you that’s he’s not okay—”  

“But he’s here,” you stated, nodding your head towards the stairs somewhere behind them that led back down to the lobby. “And you’re insane if you think I’m gonna agree to let two random ass men stay in my house without at least knowing what his plan is.”  

Mj bristled at the harshness of your tone; and so did you.  

You weren’t used to this.  

Mj had been your friend for far longer than she had been whatever she was to you now, and neither of you were used to this—to your once special connection being reduced to nothing more than strained conversations and fractured feelings towards one another.  

“Fine,” Mj surrendered, her hands lifting slightly. “Do whatever you want.”  

It wasn’t until then that you realized that you had been waiting for her permission, even though you didn’t believe you truly needed it. Peter was your friend—and he had been your friend long before he even knew Mj. If you wanted to talk to him, then you had every right to.  

Yet you still hadn’t been able to will yourself to push between the two of them until she had spoken, side-stepping to let you pass. When you started descending the stairs to the lobby, you were shocked that neither she nor Ned followed, offering you a sense of privacy with Peter that you hadn’t expected—as if she still held some shred of trust in you.  

You didn’t want to think about it though, unsure of how you felt about that, too.  

Halfway down the dank stairway of your complex, you felt a shiver dance along your spine. It prickled your skin and set your nerves on edge, but it didn’t catch you off guard. You always felt this way when Peter was around—as if your body could always sense when he was around, even when you hadn’t yet seen him.  

The last step creaked when you placed your weight onto it, and from across the poorly maintained lobby, Peter’s neck snapped in your direction at the sound.  

It felt like ice skittered across your bones at the sight of him, your heart lurching against your ribcage.  

You had gotten used to seeing Peter battered and bruised years ago. Even before he became Spider-Man, he often found himself the victim of bullies and assholes, rarely going more than a few weeks without a busted lip or a new bruise. But this…  

This was different, somehow.  

It wasn’t just the blood-stained suit that set your heart racing, nor was it the lacerated skin or his sweat-matted hair. No, those things were normal—in the same way that being bitten by a radioactive spider was normal.  

It was even normal to see him standing before you, his chin high and shoulders back, presenting a perfect image of strength even after experiencing something as traumatic as losing May.  

Peter’s relationship with trauma had been intimate enough these past few years that you weren’t shocked to see him like this, standing tall rather than balling up and crying on the floor. You figured that was what most others would do if they were in his situation.  

But Peter wasn’t like other people.  

Peter was a hero—and if you had learned anything about heroes in your lifetime, it was that they were incredible liars.  

His eyes couldn't lie, though.

Bloodshot and ringed with exhaustion, his eyes were what had made you feel so sick, your stomach twisting itself into knots.  

They lacked the life and hope of the boy you had loved so dearly, replaced with something like rage—a pure, unbridled and unrelenting type of rage. Looking at him now you couldn’t ignore the burning talon that seemed to rake against your mind, filling your brain with thoughts you didn’t want to think right now—telling you that looking at Peter now, with the light draining from his eyes, was the same as looking in a mirror.  

“Peter,” a metallic tang danced on your tongue as you dug your teeth into your cheek, biting back against the tears threatening to well-up in your eyes.  

Letting your instincts guide you, you rushed across the lobby to where he stood by the front door, reaching for his hand without a second thought.  

His suit had been torn along his palm, and as you felt the warmth radiating from his calloused skin, you tried to take some comfort in the fact that at least he had survived—even if you still weren’t ready to accept that May hadn’t.  

“Don’t,” He yanked his hand back from you, his voice hoarse. “Don’t say you’re sorry.”  

You froze for half a heartbeat, your hand hanging awkwardly in-between the two of you. “I wasn’t going to.”  

You weren’t sure if you were telling the truth, but it didn’t seem to matter either way.  

Either way, you tried to understand his reaction, even as you winced from the sting of rejection. What good would an apology really do for a boy who had already lost everything?  

It wouldn’t bring the light back to his eyes.  

It wouldn’t bring May back to life.  

“Ned told me everything,” you told him, unwilling or unable to say Mj’s name right now. You clenched and unclenched your fists, painfully aware of the absence of his warmth. “You know I’ll do anything I can to help, so just tell me what needs to be done and I’ll do it.”  

Peter scoffed, his jaw tensing. “We both know that what I want doesn’t matter,” he said bluntly. Motioning to your surroundings, he continued, “If what I wanted mattered, then we wouldn’t even be here. We wouldn’t be asking for your help—wouldn’t be dragging another person into this and asking them to risk their life!”  

You did your best not to react, knowing that he hadn’t meant it quite as bad as it sounded. It already hurt knowing that you had been Mj and Ned’s last choice for help, but knowing that Peter didn’t want you to be a choice at all hurt far worse—even if it was to keep you safe.  

“Well, you’re here now,” you told him, keeping your voice steady. “So you might as well tell me what your plan is—or at least tell me how long I’ll need to play bunkmates with strangers.”  

You were lying when you had told Mj and Ned that you needed to talk to Peter before agreeing to let the alternate Spider-Men stay in your apartment—you didn’t care about housing with strangers, aware that there was nothing they could do to you that you haven't endured before.  

Selfishly, you had just wanted a reason to come down and talk to him. To see him. To know that he was alive. You didn’t care about anything else.  

Sometimes you worried that you didn’t even care about your own life, only Peter’s.  

But Peter cared about your life—far more than you would ever want him to.  

“My plan doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone clipped, “cause I don’t want you getting involved. And I definitely don’t want you to let those guys stay here, alright? We don’t know them.”  

You steeled yourself, resisting the urge to argue with him and instead asking a simple question. “Do you have anywhere else for them to go?”  

He didn’t respond, huffing out a breath, already frustrated with the defiance he knew you were about to display.  

“You might not want my help, but if Ned’s right–” you told him, gesturing backwards towards the staircase, “–which he usually is—then you’re gonna need these guys.”  

“But that doesn’t mean we need you,” Peter protested gruffly.  

Your chest tightened, but you kept shoving back against the hurt. Later, you would deal with that later.  

“It doesn’t matter if you need me,” you retorted with a defiant tilt of your chin, unwavering as his rageful gaze seemed to pierce through your skull, “because you’re stuck with me either way.”  

You hadn’t expected the statement to affect him, but it did, his voice softening slightly. “I always have been.”  

“Exactly. So you might as well make this easy on the both of us and not fight me on it,” you declared, trying to conjure up the most convincing smile you could offer. “Let me help, Peter.”  

A sigh slipped his lips, heavy with reluctant resignation as he realized he wasn’t winning this battle. “We’ve already lost so many people… I’ve lost so many people. And there’s already enough blood on my hands,” he said, lifting his hands to display the torn, blood-stained fabric, driving his point home. “It doesn’t matter what I say—so let them stay here or don’t, I don’t care. But just know that whatever happens to you, it’s not on me. Because I told you to stay out of it, alright?”  

He took a step closer, and you didn’t dare move a single muscle as his lips hovered just inches from your own. “Do whatever you want,” his voice was barely a whisper, laced with a venomous edge that nearly made you tremble, “but don’t expect me to come running to save you when it all goes to shit.”  

His words hung in the air like a curse, lingering in the lobby for far longer than he did. As soon as the promise had left his lips, he was already turning on his heel and shoving the door open, abandoning you in the dim space.  

You knew better than to think he meant it.  

But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.  

You stuck your hands beneath the running faucet, scrubbing the blood from a jagged cut on your palm. It wasn’t all that deep, shallow enough that it probably wouldn't even leave a scar once healed. When you were done rinsing it, you cupped your hands and gathered the water in them, splashing your reddened cheeks.  

Crying would have been a normal part of grieving for May, and when you forced yourself to look back at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you couldn’t help but wish that you could’ve been a little more normal.  

But tears hadn’t been the cause of your flushed appearance—no, because you had never been very good at expressing the more delicate emotions, like sadness.  

You were good at expressing anger, though.  

You were very good at expressing anger.  

After Peter had stormed out of the lobby and abandoned you to choke on his cruel promise, it had taken you several minutes to work up the nerve to go back upstairs and face Mj and Ned. By some stroke of luck you had managed to keep a tight leash on your often volatile attitude, telling them your decision to let the other Peter’s stay with you.  

And then you lost control as soon as they left, loosening the reins on your anger and taking the uncomfortable feelings out on a nearby potted plant, shouting curses as you tossed it at the wall.  

By the time you thought to clean it up, after finishing another string of irate profanities, your hands had been shaking so bad that you cut yourself on one of the dirt-covered shards. And maybe, once you felt the jagged ceramic dig into your palm, you should’ve hissed or cursed more or stopped cleaning to patch yourself up.  

But you didn’t. You stayed quiet, continuing to pluck the shattered fragments off the floor until you had gotten them all, dumping them into the trash before grabbing the broom and dustpan and cleaning the dirt and scattered leaves, too.  

There were more important things to deal with than cleaning a dirty wound.  

Like making sure none of your friends could see that you weren’t nearly as composed as you tried to seem.  

The familiar rhythmic rapping of Mj’s knuckles against the front door made you forgo the bandage you were going to fix to your palm, tossing the rag you’d used to dry your face into the sink and heading straight to the living room.  

Carefully shoving your injured hand into your pocket, you opened the door and tried not to look surprised when Peter wasn’t standing in-between Mj and Ned. Of course he hadn’t come with them—why would he? He had already made it clear how he felt about all of this.  

It did become significantly harder to mask your shock however when a tall, messy haired boy stepped into view from behind them, clad in a crimson and cobalt webbed suit.  

“Get inside,” you hissed a bit harsher than intended, stepping aside and waving the three of them into your apartment.  

The last thing you needed was your neighbors seeing an unmasked, alternate version of Spider-Man standing in front of your door. It had already been risky enough that Peter had come here in his suit, standing in the lobby and sticking out like a sore thumb.  

Once they were inside, you shut the door and turned to Ned. “I thought you said there were two of them,” you noted, avoiding looking at the lanky Spider-Man who seemed just as desperate to avoid you, busying himself with walking around the room and studying the art on the walls.  

Ned shrugged. “He didn’t wanna come.”  

“Not that he didn’t want to come,” Mj pointedly corrected him, frowning at his bluntness. “He just wanted to keep patrolling. The Goblin, the one who…” she cut herself off, unable to force the words off her tongue. Scrapping the sentence altogether, she started again, “The Goblin’s from his world, so he seemed to think that he had the best chance of hunting him down. But we gave him the address.”  

You didn’t bother giving her an actual response, a subtle nod the only sign you had heard her at all. She didn’t seem to care much, just as unsure of what to say to you as you were to her.  

“So,” Ned clicked his tongue, trying to cut through the growing tension. “This is Peter 3!” He announced, gesturing to the other Peter, who was picking up a frame that had been face down on an end table. “That’s what we’re calling him, at least. Y’know, to tell them apart. The other one is Peter 2.”  

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Creative.”  

Done dawdling over Ned and Mj, you forced yourself to look at the un-masked hero from another world. He was placing the frame back onto the table—not face down, as he had found it, but up-right. You frowned at the photograph it displayed, a picture of you, Ned, Mj, and Peter from sometime last year.  

“You’re awfully nosy,” you told him, your voice like ice.  

His muscles tensed, hesitating as he faced your gaze. “Sorry,”  

His voice was slightly deeper than Peter’s, his hair a shade or two darker, his features a bit less soft, but still noticeably young, putting him in his early twenties at most. Truthfully, if it weren’t for the suit he was wearing, you would’ve never guessed that he was supposed to be the Peter Parker of another world.  

You had expected him to be more… Peter-like, in appearance, and yet as far as you could tell the resemblances were very slight, if they even existed at all.  

The mannerisms were there, though. The subtleties of Peter Parker, the things that most people never noticed and yet were ingrained in your mind. He licked his lips, a nervous tic that left you always carrying chapstick in your pocket. His hands hung at his sides and you saw the way his thumb tapped against each of his fingers, starting with his index and ending with his pinky, only to start over again.  

Watching him, taking note of every familiar twitch and tic and habit, made something in your chest tighten.  

And, when you told him your name, it was as if your icy tone had melted altogether. “It’s nice to meet you.”  

For a moment you thought he wouldn’t respond, his throat bobbing as he swallowed roughly, eyes darting around the room. But then, suddenly, he gave you a weak smile. “You too.” A trace of amusement laced his response, too subtle for you to detect.  

“We’ve gotta go,” Ned suddenly spoke, jutting a thumb towards the door. “Peter’s waiting outside so he can make sure we get home safe, but-” he stopped, brows furrowing as considered whether he should finish. “But text us later, okay? Just to let us know that you’re okay.”  

Your heart stuttered at the mention of Peter’s name, at knowing that he actually had come—even if it hadn’t been for you—but you didn’t mention it.  

Instead, you focused on Ned, giving your sweet friend the kindest smile you could muster—which, admittedly, didn’t feel like much. Despite everything that had happened with your friends in the past few months, your fight had never been with Ned. He was just caught in the middle, unfairly forced to pick sides.  

And you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him for picking Peter. Not when you knew that you would’ve done the same.  

“I will,” you promised.  

Ned gave you an equally somber smile before opening the door to leave. Even once Ned was in the hall, already descending the staircase, Mj lingered in the entryway—not for long, a heartbeat, maybe—turning back towards you just long enough to mutter, “Keep your guard up.”  

You didn’t have a chance to say anything back to her before she let the door slam shut, following quickly after Ned and leaving you alone with… this guy.  

The other Peter had abandoned his spot by the end table, seemingly done with investigating your apartment and left to do nothing but stand awkwardly a few feet away from you, clearly unsure of what to do or say now that it was just the two of you.  

“So,” you breathed out, popping your lips. “Peter 3, yeah? Good name. You go by that back home, too?”  

He laughed, a suit-clad hand nervously rising to the back of his neck. “Uh–yeah, no, definitely not. Just plain ole’ Peter Parker over there.”  

The nervous energy radiating from the boy almost seemed contagious as you started to pick at your nails. “Do you have a nickname?”  

He blinked, looking as if he hadn’t heard a word you said. “Sorry, what?”  

“A nickname,” you repeated, only for your brows to then furrow. “You have those where you’re from, don’t you? Nicknames? Like, you know, something you go by other than your actual name?”  

“Oh! Yes—sorry, yes we have nicknames in my world,” he exclaimed, his pale skin starting to flush.  

“I just thought that this whole numerical system thing that Ned’s going with to keep track of who’s who seems a little dehumanizing, yeah?”  

“For sure,” he agreed, sucking on his lip as he nodded along with you.  

You gave him a second, waiting and waiting for an answer to your apparently long-forgotten question, before asking, “So… Do you have one?”  

The slight blush that had tinged his skin instantly darkened, suddenly the same shade of crimson as his suit. His grip on the back of his neck tightened, too, his fingertips prodding into his own skin.  

“Sorry-” he apologized for the millionth time, more nervous laughter spilling out alongside it, “I do! I mean, sort of, I think. I don’t know if it’s really a nickname, but back in my world you really just called me by my last name most of the time anyway, so–I don’t know—maybe that would work?”  

The sheer quantity of word vomit spewing from his mouth was impressive and likely hard-to-follow for most, but you consider yourself a bit of an expert in the anxious ramblings of Peter Parker.  

“In your world?” You echoed, instantly catching the subtle mention. “We know each other?”  

Maybe it shouldn’t have been shocking to learn that there were other versions of you throughout the multiverse as well, and yet it was. You figured that it was plausible, of course, considering that two variations of Peter had just been thrown into your world, but for some reason it just didn’t feel right.  

You reasoned that anyone would feel that way, though.  

“Yeah,” the boy, Parker, answered, a bit clipped. “We do.”  

“Interesting.” Your brows lifted, “Are we friends?”  

Parker scrunched his nose, his head tilting slightly.  

“Yeah,” his voice was an octave higher than before, and if you knew him better, then you likely would’ve called him on the obvious tell. But you didn’t know him, and so you didn’t say anything when he decided to double-down on the lie, “Yeah, we’re friends.”  

“Well I guess that means that this is just as weird for you as it is for me, then.” You laughed, trying to add some humor to the situation.  

Parker gave a tightlipped smile. “Definitely weird.”  

The seconds felt like they stretched into minutes after that, silently racking your brain for something to say, hoping that he might say something—but, eventually, you settled on offering an escape from the situation instead.  

“You’re probably exhausted from the whole multiversal travel thing, so if you want, I can just show you the guest room and give you some privacy or something,” you told him, vaguely gesturing towards the hallway.  

Parker seemed to relax a bit at the prospect of being alone, loosing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Uhm–yeah, that’d be great, actually.”  

He followed you down the short hall, his hand finally falling from his neck and his skin returning to its normal complexion as his nerves began to wane.  

“This is it,” you told him, the hinges crying out as you shoved the door open. “It’s not much, but it’s somewhere to sleep, at least.”  

Wasn’t much felt like an understatement, though the room was typical for a New York apartment.  

A tad bigger than your average shoebox, there was just enough space to fit a full-sized bed, a small armoire, and a single nightstand adorned with an old desk lamp and a little pink teddy bear—a gift from Peter, years ago.  

Parker walked into the room, looking around and brushing his fingertips against the emerald quilt. It was a bit old and somewhat thin, but it was better than nothing you supposed, and Parker certainly didn’t seem like he was going to complain about it.  

“It’s great,” he assured you, and even though he did sound genuine, you couldn’t help but snort. He looked over at where you still stood in the doorway, giving you a timid smile as he said, “Way better than sleeping on the streets.”  

You returned the gesture, lazily lifting a shoulder. “We’ll see if you still feel that way in the morning. That mattress is about a hundred years old, so it’s probably the equivalent of sleeping on really lumpy cement.”  

Parker hummed his amusement, carefully perching on the edge of the bed, his smile seeming to deepen when he caught sight of the little bear on the nightstand.  

“I guess I’ll let you get some sleep,” you told him, reaching for the door handle, “if you need anything—extra blankets, or something—just let me know; my room’s right across the hall.”  

He muttered his thanks, but as you went to pull the door closed, you heard your name fall from his lips. It was strange sounding, strangled and foreign, like he didn’t quite know how to say it. When you turned back to face him, a subtle wince seemed to etch across his face.  

“Can I… Can I ask you something?” Parker stammered out the question, his voice faltering like a candle flame in the wind.  

You nodded once, fingers still wrapped around the knob, savoring the coolness of the brass against the now-clotted wound on your palm.

He took a breath, his gaze momentarily flickering back to the teddy bear on the nightstand. His thoughts felt heavy on his tongue as he tried to force them out of his mouth, “Are you happy?”  

You blinked at him, unsure of what to make of the hope that seemed to cling to each syllable and half-wondering if you’d heard him right.  

“I-” you tried to start, only to realize that you had no clue what to say.  

There was a fleeting moment where you realized that you could tell him the truth. You could tell him that happiness felt like a distant shore far from your reach, forever obscured by the fiery tempest of a brutal and ancient rage—a rage that, sometimes, didn’t even feel like your own.  

But then he looked at you with those big, expectant eyes; eyes that should have been foreign to you, and yet felt so familiar—and you realized that he wouldn’t like that answer.  

Sucking in a breath, you evaded his question as best you could. “Ask me again when all of this is over,” you told him, your lips curving into a soft, playful arc, “and maybe I’ll tell you the truth.”  

This time when you went to close the door, he didn’t stop you.  

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a/n - i wish that i could properly express just how amazing (and terrifying) it has been to rewrite this story. first created at quite possibly the lowest point of my life, infinitely you has provided me with a necessary escape at a time when i desperately needed it. now that i'm in a better position, i found it necessary to give it the plot, writing style, and dedication that it deserved. i'm aware some people might not be interested in a rewrite and that's ok, but for those that are i just wanna say: thank you, thank you, thank you for giving infinitely you (and me) another shot. you're incredible.

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part two, titled "crullers & constants", to be released april 1st

Hi Mei!! ♡ How about Reid dating a sunshine!reader who tells obviously wrong facts when he is in earsight, just to mess with him? Bc I think it would be so funny 😭😭 Anyway, have a nice day, and thank you so much for all your quality content, you're saving lives <333

"Oh my god Emily, you're never gonna believe this," You lean in towards the brunette grinning at you, but your voice stays loud enough for Spencer to hear across the desk, "I just found out that bowling is more dangerous than dinosaurs are."

Her brow dips but her lips quirk up, "Alright, you've hooked me. What's the punchline?"

"No punchline," You shake your head, feeling Reid's curious stare on the back of it, "In 2019 someone died at a bowling alley after slipping on the floor and splitting his head open. But in that same year, there wasn't a single death by dinosaur. Isn't that insane?"

Spencer is already piping up before Emily can properly laugh, but you can still hear her beneath his frantic, "Uh, honey, that's not- that's not exactly right. I mean, dinosaurs would be incredibly dangerous, if any of them were still alive. Which, in 2019- uh, they were not."

"Statistically speaking, Spence," You use his favorite phrase against him, but you're not sure he picks up on the teasing grin set on your face beyond the concern he's stewing in, "You can't argue with the numbers."

"Well- you can't, but in 2019, the number of dinosaurs alive was zero, so that's- that's the only number that really matters, baby, but if you wanted to read more about the risks associated with communal sports venues, I'd be happy to share some articles I've looked into on-"

"Ah, leave it to Reid to turn a sick-ass discussion about dinosaurs about the dangers of fun," Morgan scoffs. He wasn't in on your plan from the beginning, but he's happy to jump on the bandwagon, "Besides, the last Jurassic Park movie was made in 2022, so there were dinosaurs alive, duh."

love the heat || h.wj

pairing: hong woojin x reader

summary: you indulge your boyfriend in his biggest fantasy

warnings: swearing, blood mentions, smut (18+ ; minors dni)

additional warnings: a lil exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), face sitting, cumming untouched, absolute pussy fiend woojin

word count: 3.2k

“Hey, Champ!” 

Your voice echoing throughout the empty gym makes Woojin perk up and turn around, eyes searching the arena for you. He spots you by the door and his face lights up. His trainer, on the other hand, looks significantly less enthusiastic about your unannounced appearance. Woojin doesn’t seem to notice, though. He beckons you over, lifting the ropes so you can duck into the ring with him. 

He wraps you into a hug, despite your protests of him being sweaty, and only releases you once you return his embrace. 

“Don’t call me champ when you know I got my ass handed to me yesterday,” he mumbles. 

“You’re my champion. Doesn’t that count for anything?” you ask.

“Of course it does,” Woojin surrenders momentarily, swooping down to kiss you chastely on the lips. “But ranking first in your heart doesn’t do much for sponsors.”

You put your hands on your hips, trying to look stern. “Weren’t you only practicing yesterday? What’s with the dramatics? It’s not like it was a televised fight.”

“And even so, Geonwoo still hit me so hard I blacked out for a couple seconds.”

“He what?”

Woojin hadn’t mentioned that part last night in the debrief of his day he always gives you when he calls to say goodnight. 

He shrugs it off. “It was an accident. He didn’t mean to hit me that hard.”

You frown, cupping his face to get a better look at the damage. “And he split your lip? Jesus, Woo, do I need to have a chat with him?”

“No, no. It’s fine, babe. It happens all the time.”

“Still, he needs to be gentler when you’re just sparring. I don’t want to taste blood every time I kiss you.”

“I guess only one of us doesn’t mind the taste of blood,” Woojin quips with a smirk, pulling you closer to him by slipping two fingers into a belt loop on your jeans. 

“Woo!” you scold, shoving him away. You nod in the direction of his trainer who is still standing less than ten feet from the both of you.

He holds up his hands defensively. “What! I was talking about my own blood.”

“Yeah, ok,” you mutter before turning to the other man in the ring. “Hi, Jimmy.”

He nods. “Always a pleasure.”

You manage to keep yourself from snorting at the blatant exaggeration, if not flat-out lie, and nod politely back to him. 

“I’ll be over on the bench until you’re finished,” you say. 

“I can be finished right now,” Woojin blurts.

“No, you can’t be. I heard Jimmy saying ‘three more sets’ when I walked in. And you have to cool down after.”

Your boyfriend’s smile wanes but his trainer mouths a silent thank you to you behind his back. 

“I’ll make them quick, then,” he promises. 

“I’m not in a rush.”

“Well, I am,” Woojin murmurs, pulling you close again. “You smell nice, by the way.”

You drop your voice to a whisper and will yourself to take a step back. It’s so tempting to just yank him out of the ring and drag him to your car but you’re the one with more restraint between the two of you so you have to keep it together for both of your sakes. “Keep it in your pants, Hong. I’ll be over there.”

He pouts. “You’re not going to give me a kiss for good luck?”

“Isn’t this just practice?” 

“Wow, so you hate me.” 

“Yes, that’s exactly the conclusion you were meant to draw from that,” you deadpan. 

“Can I get a kiss or not?” 

“Yes, you can. But next time just ask for one. Don’t use luck as an excuse.” 

Woojin opens his mouth, you predict to argue back about how he had done no such thing, but you kiss him before he can get a word out. He lets out a surprised “hmph!” before relaxing his lips against your own. You pull away before he can take it any further, smiling only a little at the whine that escapes him when you do.

“Good luck, Champ.”

-

Woojin does fight better when you’re around. He’s always called you his good luck charm, and honestly, you thought he was full of shit at first. He was just a good fighter, period. His talent didn’t have anything to do with you. But then you had to take a trip overseas for a few weeks a couple of months into your relationship and you changed your mind. 

His matches were televised so you watched all of them, setting your alarm for ungodly hours or simply pulling all-nighters to be able to tune in live. 

The first fight you weren’t able to go to went horribly. You almost had to stop watching because of how bad Woojin looked by the end of it. You still remember crying to him over the phone about it afterward. 

You thought it was a fluke. Everyone has bad days. Then the pattern continued. The other matches weren’t as bad as the first one, thankfully. Woojin even won some of them. But he was off his game the whole time. 

Geonwoo told you he had never seen anything like it. He had never seen his best friend so... distracted before. 

Both boys begged you to come home as soon as possible. And when you did, his streak of bad luck immediately ended. 

He won the title of the first tournament you were back for. It was the first and only time he’s beaten Geonwoo, who tackled him in a hug as soon as the ref called the match. Woojin had to physically push his best friend off to get to you. Geonwoo was almost offended until he saw you standing behind him, waiting for your boyfriend’s attention. It was not the first nor would it be the last time Geonwoo forgot about your existence. You don’t mind, mostly. It’s only ever for a second and he always apologizes profusely. 

Your presence hasn’t affected his performance that dramatically since then, but he does fight better when you’re there cheering him on. It’s proven when you hear a punch land with a resounding “oof” from Jimmy, and a comment from the trainer about how he’d finally gotten past his block. Jimmy lets your boyfriend off a couple of minutes early, evidently tired from the beating he was taking. Woojin rounds the benches where you’re sat, grinning at you like he’s just won the lottery. 

“Ready to go?” you ask, handing him a towel.

“Just about,” he answers as he wipes the sweat from his face. “Gotta hit the showers first. Wanna join?”

You scoff, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jimmy hadn’t heard him. “This is a public space.”

Woojin checks his watch and smirks. “Only for about seven more minutes. Then it’s closed. It’ll be all ours.”

You roll your eyes. “Except you’re not the one with the keys to lock up, Jimmy is. Do you really think he’ll want to hear that?” 

“He won’t mind.”

“He most definitely will.” You push Woojin’s thigh with your knee. “Now hurry up. The faster you shower, the faster we can get out of here.”

-

You picked up takeout on the way back to the apartment Woojin shares with Geonwoo. There was enough food for all three of you and now the empty containers lay on the coffee table, long forgotten as the credits to the movie you’d put on in the background roll. 

Geonwoo had already gone to bed. He left halfway through, claiming to be too tired to watch the whole thing. You knew he had probably looked up the ending on Wikipedia and decided he’d rather play games in his room instead but you didn’t question him when he dipped.

“What do you want to watch next, babe?” Woojin asked as he gathered up all of the plasticware and rinsed it out in the sink. 

“Whatever,” you answered noncommittally from where you were laying on the couch. 

“Are you feeling tired, baby?” Woojin asks once he’s returned from sorting the containers for recycling. He kneels by the couch, petting your hair gently.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“No?”

“Uh-uh.”

“What’s on your mind, then?”

“Something like this.”

You lift your head from the sofa’s armrest and lean forward, meeting Woojin with a kiss. He hums against your mouth like he’s pleasantly surprised and deepens it without further question. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he cradles the back of your head with one of his hands. It gets heated fast. One second you’re laying down on the couch making out, the next you’re on the living room floor with your boyfriend who’s working a hand down your pants. 

“Wait, wait, wait- Geonwoo is home, babe,” you whisper after breaking away from his embrace. 

Woojin looks mildly miffed, curls in disarray as he pouts at you. “So? He’s in his room.”

“Yeah, and his room is right there,” you hiss, looking over your shoulder at his door.

“He’s asleep.”

“We don’t know that.”

“He said he was going to sleep,” Woojin points out. “Are you uncomfortable out here? Because we can go somewh-”

“No, it’s not that, I’d just feel bad if he suddenly walked in on us.”

Woojin shrugs. “He’s seen worse.”

“That’s not the point. You know that’s not the point.”

“It’s not like he doesn’t hear us going at it when we’re in my room. We share a wall.”

Well, that was a slightly mortifying bit of information that you had not previously been aware of. You knew they shared a wall, obviously, but you hadn’t thought about the way sound traveled through said wall. And now that you were thinking about it, you could hear Geonwoo yelling at his game sometimes. Fuck. 

You scramble to your knees and push yourself back onto the couch. Woojin puts a hand on either of your thighs and spreads them apart, looking up at you 

“It’s a little hot if you think about it,” he says. You purse your lips. “Look at you, you can’t even deny it!”

“Just get up here.”

You don’t give him a chance to make another snarky comment before you’re yanking him up by the collar of his T-shirt and kissing him again. Woojin doesn’t protest. He simply makes a sound of satisfaction against your mouth, like he’d won. 

There’s a bit of push and pull. You trying to tug him up onto the couch, him trying to drag you down back onto the floor. But the game of tug of war persists for just a moment before your boyfriend overpowers you and pulls you onto his lap. You knew he had only been humoring you for the sake of the bit.  

“Baby?” he asks when you start to kiss his neck, sounding a little breathless. 

“Hm?”

“Will you sit on my face?”

You pause and sit up properly to look him in the eyes. “What?”

He swallows thickly, looking desperate. “Sit on my face, please?”

Woojin loves your pussy. Loves the taste of it, to be more specific. He loves the feeling too, of course, but he’s spent hours with his head in between your legs making you see God over and over again. He eats you out every single time you have sex. He eats you out even when you don’t have sex sometimes, just because he’s craving you on his tongue. 

But you’ve never sat on his face. In all the months you’ve been dating it just hasn’t come up. He’s had you in practically every way possible except for this one. 

“Please, baby. Don’t make me beg.”

He was kind of already begging but you weren’t going to point that out. You looked towards Geonwoo’s door again and then back at Woojin.

“Here?”

“Yeah, right here,” he pats the spot on the floor. “Just get on top of me.” 

“Alright, help me get my pants off.”

You’re still in your outfit from work because you don’t like to change before you shower and you don’t like to shower unless you’re going to be in bed for the rest of the night. You’ve argued about Woojin eating you out after a full day of work before but he insists that he could not give less of a fuck about the state your pussy is in as long as it’s in his mouth. 

You only let him do it because you know he means it and he makes you cum so hard that you can’t even find it within yourself to be self-conscious. 

Your work slacks are tight but Woojin manages to get them off in record time. He folds them neatly and places them on the couch before getting into position and motioning for you to join him. 

You wiggle out of your underwear and set them on top of your pants. Woojin’s already on his back but he props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you. He smirks as you step over him, straddling his waist with your ankles instead of your thighs. 

“You look so fucking hot like that,” he mutters. “Kind of just want to watch you stand there and look disappointed in me all night.”

You scoff. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you.” He winks and clicks his tongue.

“You’d really rather do this instead of... the other thing?”

“I never said that! I’d rather do the other thing. Definitely the other thing.” You snort and shake your head at him. “But we can file this away for another day?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is what I want.”

“But what you want more...”

“Is for you to sit on my face, yes. So come here.”

-

Woojin knows you’re not teasing him on purpose, but it definitely feels like you are. You’re still out of reach, hovering hesitantly above his mouth. You seem nervous so he doesn’t rush you but he’s dying for it. 

It also seems like you don’t quite know what to do with yourself. He thinks about asking you if you’ve ever done this before but then he decides he would rather not know the answer to that question. 

“Here, baby,” he murmurs and puts his hands on your hips to guide you down onto him. 

“Remember, tap me twice if you can’t breathe or something,” you remind him. 

He won’t need to do that but he nods in acknowledgment to ease your mind if nothing else. 

Woojin coaxes you down a little further, close enough for him to taste you if he cranes his neck so that’s what he does. He lifts his head and sticks out his tongue to trace the shape of you. Immediately, you shudder and Woojin uses your clumsiness against you. He raises his shoulders as soon as he feels your legs begin to shake which makes you lose your balance and fall onto him completely.

Your boyfriend moans into you, making you whimper in turn. He’s instantly convinced this is what heaven feels like. All of his senses have been overtaken by you. All he can taste, smell, see, and feel is you. And all he can hear are the sweet sounds of pleasure he knows you’re trying to hold back. 

You’re sort of just sitting there on his face, and to be fair that’s what he’d asked you to do but he knows it would feel even better for you if you moved a bit so he encourages you to rock your hips by pushing on your ass. You get the message and start to grind down on him, earning praise in the form of a thumbs-up.  

“Fuck, so wet,” he compliments, hoping you can understand him. 

“Yeah, well you know what watching you box does to me,” you sigh defensively. 

Woojin tries not to smirk because he knows you’d be able to feel it but he can’t help himself. You smack his shoulder in retaliation. Yeah, that’s pretty much what he thought would happen.

“Taste so good, baby. Thank you. Than- mph!”

You’d threaded your fingers into his hair and yanked him by it, using your newfound control to push his face even deeper into your cunt. 

“Fuck yes... does it feel good?”

“Feels fucking incredible, Woo. How are you so good at this?”

Woojin doesn’t want to admit that it’s all he’s thought about since he met you. Doesn’t want to share the fantasies that have kept him up at night with a hand around his cock, sometimes with you sleeping right next to him. He’s wanted you to ride his face since before you started dating, and once he’d actually tasted you, it was over for him. Just like it’s over for him now.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his entire life. It hurts and he’s been thrusting into nothing for several minutes now, and he’s almost certain his sweats are already ruined with the amount of precum he’s leaking. 

He loses the ability to speak when he starts fucking you with his tongue but he figures his mouth is being put to better use like this anyway. Besides, you do enough talking for both of you. You’re still trying to keep your voice down since Geonwoo is in the next room but it ultimately doesn’t matter because the most obscene sounds in the room are coming from Woojin making out with your pussy.

His nose nudges your clit over and over each time you glide over it like it’s a credit card, and it makes him wonder what it would feel like for you to ride his nose. He’s gotten a few compliments on the shape of his nose so he’s confident that it would feel good for you but in order to do that you would have to turn around and he’s enjoying having his tongue inside of you way too much to give that up. 

“Woo, fuck,” you gasp suddenly.

Your thighs squeeze tighter around his head and he whines, wishing it were somehow possible for you to crush his skull and still live.

“Close?”

“Yes, I’m right there, don’t stop...”

He holds you down as you cum, absolutely drowning himself in the arousal that gushes from you as you do. He laps up as much of it as he can, but he can’t quite get all of it and what’s left runs down the sides of his face onto the rug beneath him. He can’t find it within him to care, aside from being slightly jealous of the carpet.

You’re saying something but all he can hear is white noise as his body goes taut and then relaxes. When he comes to, you’ve already climbed off of him and are laying on the floor spent. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he sighs.

You lift your head curiously. “Did you just-”

“Yeah.” 

He grimaces and sits up to assess the damage. His sweatpants have a dark wet spot right over his dick. Predictable. He hadn’t wanted to cum like that but it was simply unavoidable. Anyone in his position would have done the same thing. Probably. 

“The rug,” you groan, staring at the stain.

“I’ll send it off to be cleaned,” Woojin assures you. 

“You don’t have rug cleaning money!”“Then I’ll clean it myself. There’s a twenty-four-hour convenience store down the street. We can go there to get the stuff. After we do that again.”

finally finished this bad boy ;-; lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

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hi could I request p1harkony when they have a crush on you

p1harmony when they have a crush on you

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: none i don’t think…

a/n: hiii friend!! yes u can >__< i hope u enjoy!! requests r open btw for anyone wondering :p still working on tumblr girls atm ..

*ੈ✩ keeho

keeho prides himself on the fact that he can make anyone in his vicinity laugh with little to no effort, but with you, he tries just a bit harder than he would with anyone else. his feelings for you develop quite quickly, and he finds himself paying attention to small details about you that many, including yourself, would miss. known for being one of the moodmakers of his squad, everyone notices that he gets abnormally quiet at group hangouts where you are present, something out of character for him. alas, he doesn’t notice his friends’ concerned glances at his unusual demeanor, as he would much rather focus on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the gentle bouncing of your right leg under the diner table, and how you struggle to maintain eye contact with him for more than a few seconds. his attentiveness is what allows him to get closer to you, and his intense observations of every detail about you ends up in him bringing you your favorite snacks without being asked to, or renting an older movie that you mentioned you had been wanting to see, just so the two of you can watch it together. his feelings for you grow tenfold as time passes, but he’s careful not to bombard you with an overwhelming confession of love, so he keeps a good pace and continues to gift you items that remind him of you. once the two of you start hanging out one and one regularly, his flirtatious side is less restrained, and he weasels his way into your heart with the way that he sweetly praises you with that honey voice of his. loves to sneakily touch you and compliment everything about you. his devotion to you, even in the crush stage, is immense and making you feel like the prettiest, most important girl in the world is how he lets that be known to you.

*ੈ✩ theo

is the last one to figure out that he has feelings for you. always would internally pass off his desire to keep you close as just fondness for a friend, but when the boys inquire why he goes through such lengths to make you smile, or basks in your compliments a little more than necessary, he starts to understand that he might not like you as just a “friend”. takes a bit of time to analyze how you two interact the next few times he sees you, and he quickly begins to note that yes, he loves to make you smile more than anyone else and yes, only your compliments, whether towards his hair color or singing voice at a group karaoke session, make him feel fuzzy inside. taeyang is not one to fear rejection, so his way of making you aware of his feelings is cool and collected. simply calls you and gives you instructions to “get dolled up by the evening and wear red.” because he’ll be picking you up and taking you out. when he drives up to your residence, he knocks on your door with flowers in hand, beaming at your beauty. theo is very traditional and a big gentlemen, evident when he opens your passenger door for you, or when he takes your hand to lead you up the flight of a fancy restaurant’s stairs. overall, i believe that he wouldn’t bask in his crush on you for too long. pining is not his ideal method of securing you as his, and he pursues you right when he realizes he sees you in a romantic light. his confidence is a strong quality of his, and that’s no different when it comes to you.

*ੈ✩ jiung

as a perfectionist that values work to a sometimes unhealthy extent, jiung wasn’t fully aware of his blossoming love for you at first. it definitely takes him a little bit of time to accept that his feelings towards you aren’t merely platonic, and as a result of that he might pull away for a bit before ultimately opting to get closer to you. like theo, ji doesn’t really care to pine so when he does make the decision that he wants a chance at a future with you by his side, he makes his feelings very obvious. it starts with physical touch, which you yourself have witnessed jiung gagging at in the past with anyone else, so you already start suspecting that he might view you in a different light than his other friends. starts taking you out on study dates, accompanying you to cat cafes, tying your undone shoelaces for you.. he’s practically your boyfriend before the pair of you even discuss your feelings for each other. isn’t a big gift giver but will pay for your food every time you’re together, not taking “no” from you as an answer. loves when he catches you staring at him from time to time, and blushes at the thought of you liking him back as much as he likes you. i see jiung confessing to you in a pretty nonchalant way, as he’s comfortable enough in his feelings to relay them to you with a certain sweetness that makes your heart warm. in his mind he’s quite nervous, but when you excitedly accept his confession he’s all smiles, grabbing your hand and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. jiung is your prince charming, and the shift between your mutual feelings for each other and officially becoming a couple is a comfortable process, as if it was always meant to be, as if the pair of you were always one, even from the beginning.

*ੈ✩ intak

i see intak as the type of boy to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his security in accepting and understanding his own emotions allows him to be your knight in shining armor whenever you need him to be. he himself knows how comfort can be given in the form of company when life gets difficult, which is precisely the way he shows you his unwavering affection. he doesn’t fully know for sure if he has platonic or romantic feelings for you in the beginning, but he begins to realize that it’s the latter when he finds himself answering a panicked call from you at very late hours of the night, to which he runs to grab his keys and fling on his jacket at he makes his way to your location to comfort you as best as he can. from that night on, he dedicates himself fully to making you feel safe and loved, even if he’s unsure if you reciprocate his feelings. his love language is definitely quality time, and he often ends up inviting you to local concerts, shopping dates, and the movies. wants you to know that he’ll always be there for you, and that he enjoys spending his free time in your presence more than anyone else’s. inflicts corny cliches onto you, like fake yawning and stretching his arm to wrap around your frame, (and his sneaky glance in your direction to make sure he hasn’t made you uncomfortable is not a gesture that goes unnoticed). is your number one hype man, shoulder to cry on, and pillow for when you accidentally fall asleep leaning against his warmth. when he finally knows that you do reciprocate, his confidence shoots up to the roof. one night when you two are watching a movie together at your house, intak turns to face you, tucks a stray hair behind your ear and asks, “can i kiss you?”, waiting for your approval before locking his chapped lips with yours. when you both part from the kiss he can’t stop smiling and going in for more kisses, and eventually you both fall asleep cuddling on the couch. when you wake up he sits you down to make sure he interpreted your eagerness correctly, that you really do want to be his. is all giggles when you call yourself his “girlfriend” for the first time. he is soooo puppy coded ^_^

*ੈ✩ soul

not being the most confident in the group, he’s quite hesitant to express his feelings for you. hides his crush on you from everyone, because he fears it could come between your close friendship. i think shota is the type to know right away if he has romantic feelings for someone, as he’s a great judge of character and knows who he can be comfortable around with a singular interaction. even though he may not want to verbalize his feelings to anyone, especially you, that doesn’t mean that soul doesn’t treat you different. on the contrary, he prioritizes your happiness more than his own, like when he brought you dozens of his favorite snacks from his latest trip to japan, or when he demotes jongseob as his gaming buddy so that he can teach you one on one how to play his usual games. although he might believe he’s not very obvious, all of his friends know that he loves you. after a long time of crushing on you, he starts to open up to you more, which surprises him, especially knowing that he likes to keep his emotions to himself. realizes at a certain point that he can’t continue on like this, that he can’t bare to keep you as just a companion, that he craves more. seeks out his friends’ advice on the matter for the first time, and they all reassure him that there is no way that you don’t feel the same, which is unconvincing to him. despite his doubts, he does eventually muster up enough courage to tell you how he feels, expecting you to kindly reject him and distance yourself afterwards, but to his surprise, you just reply with a kiss on his cheek, and the words, “i like you too”. from that point on, he becomes a more confident version of himself around you, constantly cracking jokes and keeping you attached to him at all times. every part of him that wanted to hide from you disappears once you put a label on your relationship, and he’s grateful that he didn’t let his insecurities get in the way of your shared love for each other.

*ੈ✩ jongseob

i’m a firm believer that seob would fall in love at first sight. his mind is older than his body, and he’s regarded as one of, if not the most mature of his group, despite being the youngest. jongseob knows what he likes, is in touch with his emotions, and most importantly, knows that he loves you more than life itself. doesn’t shy away from pursuing you, makes it his goal in life to receive your unwavering affection!! definitely makes use of his photography hobby by using you as the subject in majority of his photos, always sends you printed copies with little notes written on the back of them, like the date they were taken on, what he was thinking when he photographed them, etc..! asks his older members for advice, and constantly tries to meddle information out of them that could be useful to his mission of asking you out.. he’s attentive just like keeho, and gives you little gifts that incorporate things like your favorite characters, perfume scents, colors, and songs. 100% writes lyrics about you, and shyly shows them to you when you come over one day, passing them off as “general” feelings but when he sees how excited you get to be reading something he wrote himself, your reaction is enough for him to finally ask you out on a proper date. when you leave in the evening, he’s giddy for the rest of the night, and writes down different date ideas just so that he can plan everything perfectly to fit your tastes. he also is on his phone all the time, always preoccupied with texting you, whether it be a simple “good morning :]” or a cute video he saw on instagram. jongseob’s crush on you is deeper than he may let off at first, but he knows that it’s something that consumes his every thought and motivates him in every aspect of his life. once you two actually start dating, he continues to take pictures of you, and makes a scrapbook journal for the pair of you to look at in the future!! just the sweetest boy who values your interests and happiness over everything else!!!

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