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𐙚 boynextdoor ; which body part they love on their s/o

♡ 2k words. smut — 18+ mdni. bonedo legal line x fem! reader. headcanons. warnings: mentions blowjobs, handjobs, marking, nipple play, unprotected sex (NO 🔪 i’m in your walls). also not proofread super well! if there’s anymore, please let me know! <3

♡ authors note ; ANOTHA ONE!! decided to post this as well since i’ve had it in my drafts for a couple weeks! i might make a fluff version of this…lemme know if that’s something you guys would like! also, please remember that this is just my opinion and just for fun. feedback and reblogs are appreciated! enjoy my fairies (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

sungho — loves your back

𐙚 …. sungho loves to have you on his lap!! he adores watching you fuck yourself silly on his thick cock while admiring how much of a whimpering, blabbering mess you are :( he really loves it though, for the fact that his hands can explore every inch of your back…they’re sturdy and warm as they massage circles around it, his fingernails digging into your skin. it’s the perfect place to hold himself steady as he cums inside of you. even if you’re just straddling him whilst making out, his hands will always slip under your shirt and start pawing at your back. he’s a desperate love-sick kitty, what do you expect!! a lot of the times, he grips you so tightly that there are red handprints adorning your skin…he apologises though and always kisses the hurt areas better <3

𐙚 …. when he fucks you from behind, he always pulls out just in time to cum all over your back. he’s never rough with you, but he’ll firmly push your body down into the bed so it’s easier for him to spill out onto you <3 makes him so dizzy to see his thick, white juices trickling down your spine and decorating your skin so prettily…the sight turns him on all over again and he just has to do something about that! so, expect your back to be pretty sticky by the end of the night. but don’t worry, he cleans up his mess <3

𐙚 …. if he’s feeling really pent up and needy for you, he makes you lay face down on the bed with your head tied above your hands (nothing rough, of course, soft ribbons only <3) just so he can indulge in your back. he loves to trail a finger down your spine whilst softly whispering praises into your ear, telling you how pretty you look, all for him to ravish. he kisses you all over, but your lower back is his favourite. loves to linger on that area, sucking and biting the tender skin to mark you as his. he’s still very gentle with you :( even when he rakes his fingernails every which way up and down your back. when he can’t handle the tension any longer, he drags his tip back and forth along the length of you before sitting himself down and rolling his hips dumbly on you so he can cum <3

𐙚 …. he definitely enjoys taking photos of the mess on your back when he’s finished with you….it’s a piece of art to him; the streaks of his cum painted across your skin, something he uses to remind you that you’re his and his only <3 keeps the photos in an album on his phone, and looks through it when he jerks off, or when he’s just missing you :(

riwoo — loves your boobs

𐙚 …. riwoo titty sucker!!! the agenda shall never end!! <3 without fail, every time he fucks you, your boobs are covered in hickeys and your nipples are completely sore the next day from his mouth sucking on them non-stop. he just can’t help it :( it’s his favourite way to make you feel good (and help you cum faster). it turns him on so much to feel his cock buried deep inside your cunt and feel his lips latched onto your tits, his tongue swirling around your sensitive buds. loves to pull on them, then let go and watch the soft mounds bounce slightly.

𐙚 …. riwoo titty…fucker?…!!£/£: HELP!!! it’s true and real, though…to me. he adores it, but can be very shy about asking for it :( even if he’s asked you a million times, he always turns into a blushing, stuttering mess <3 speaks to you so softly when he asks if he can sit on top of you and slide his dick between your tits…

𐙚 …. and instead of telling you, he’ll ask you sweetly if you can play with your nipples, telling you that it makes him cum faster <3 is such a sensitive baby, it doesn’t take long before he’s squirting all over your pretty tits, blabbering and moaning out nonsense. most of the time, he’ll cum on your tits obvi, but there are instances where you just look too pretty underneath him, and he’ll scoot up as quick as he can drip into your open mouth. is obsessed with how it slides down your lips, over your chin, and down your neck…gets him horny all over again <3

𐙚 …. he loves to make you cum just from sucking on your tits!! he’s so amazing at using his mouth, it definitely happens, and often…drives him insane to see you reach your climax all because of his mouth :( gives equal attention to both of your boobs, going back and forth between swirling his tongue around your nipples, blowing onto them softly, pulling and tugging and biting gently…poor baby gets so caught up in the act that he absentmindedly grinds onto whatever surface he happens to be near / sitting on and climaxes all over himself. and then you’re both a mess, all sweaty and covered in cum <3

jaehyun — loves your hips

𐙚 …. he definitely buys you lingerie that accentuates your hips >< he’ll ask you to try on all the outfits he bought you and give him a little fashion show <3 melts into a gigantic puddle when he sees you in every set…he’s so enamoured with you…he might start drooling lol. gives you so many sweet compliments!! he makes sure you know how beautiful you are and how much he adores you.

𐙚 …. and it doesn’t take long before he’s got his hands gripping your hips to pull you close and kiss you deeply… then fucking you dumb afterwards <3 and! when he’s feeling particularly dominant before sex, he’ll ask (but mostly tell, sweetly though) that he wants to see you in a specific outfit writhing underneath him <3

𐙚 …. he always kisses down your stomach before eating you out, and he adores letting his lips linger on the curve of your hip, and your hip bones. it’s his favourite thing to do…to press hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to them, stopping to suck and nip at the skin so he can mark you. whispers so many praises into your skin while he does so, because all he wants to do is make you feel loved and worshipped. he can be a tease, though!! will purposefully pay attention to that area of your body for a while just to see you squirm and press your thighs together for some kind of relief…all he does is purr at you to be patient. and when he’s finally got his mouth attached to your folds, his tongue flicking your clit, his hands are gripping your hips as hard as they can to keep you still <3

𐙚 …. is always holding your hips down while he fucks you <3 poor puppy gets so carried away and lost in pleasure that his hold on you is so tight, it leaves bruises on your skin. he feel terrible once he’s calmed down from his climax and takes notice of the purple blooms :( he apologises profusely, hugging you tight. he delicately kisses your face all over, saying i love you and i’m sorry between each one <3 and he’ll get you an ice pack as quickly as he can! he’ll tend to the bruises for the next few days until they’re completely gone.

taesan — loves your hands

𐙚 …. he just finds your hands so pretty…he needs them to be all over him, all the time. loves it when you stick your fingers in his mouth!! he likes to pause make out sessions to bring one of your hands to his lips and kiss each finger gently, then stuff them in his mouth and suck on them. he likes to look into your eyes while he coats them in his spit then pull them out slowly, making you watch how well he can take them <3

𐙚 …. during sex, if you're on top, he'll grab your hands and place them on his chest and hold them there. he just can’t get enough of when they’re pressed against him. especially when your fingernails are digging into his skin as you bounce on his cock. absolutely melts when you mark him… if you’re underneath him, claw at his back and he’s cumming immediately.

𐙚 …. something he’ll always ask you is if you can tug his hair when he fucks you <3 it gets him so riled up, and often times he’s whining at you to pull harder. and! his most favourite thing to do when either of you are close to cumming is intertwine a hand in yours, squeezing it tightly and pushing into the mattress as you both reach your highs…it’s so romantic to him <3

𐙚 …. dreams of you giving handjobs to him…he can't get enough. and when you are giving him one, it’s when he's particularly needy and subby :( you could be cuddling then al of a sudden, he’ll randomly take your hand in his and kiss it sloppily and then beg for you to let him fuck it whilst sliding over your fingers with his tongue...you always let him cause duh!! he's such a whimpering mess as he looks down and sees your pretty fingers wrapped around his cock like a decoration <3 will lazily buck his hips up and down cause your grip just feels too good. he’ll grab your free hand and gag himself with your fingers and moan around them. sometimes bites down on them accidentally as he cums <3 (always kisses them after as an apology!!)

leehan — loves your neck

𐙚 …. he loves giving you hickeys!! loads of them!! good luck going out in public they day after you guys have sex cause you will need 637 layers of foundation on your neck :P it doesn’t matter whose on top, he always makes sure he can reach your neck to suck and bite it <3 can get so lost in the act, it becomes really hard for him to stop. his kisses are always very sloppy — a mess of his tongue and spit and teeth but it’s incredibly hot. whimpers and moans as he completely demolishes your neck <3

𐙚 …. when he’s on top of you and things get very heated, or if he’s just feeling particularly mean and/or horny for you, he’ll wrap one of his hands around your neck (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝) of course, he talks to you about it and creates a safe word!! safety comes first for him. and he’ll always check with you before he does it. it’s just so so hot to him to see you squirming underneath him from pleasure and using your neck as a way to steady himself as he pumps his cock into you ruthlessly.

𐙚 …. one of the reasons he’s so infatuated with your neck is because he just adores your voice. <\3 so, naturally, as he fucks you, he loves to drag his hand firmly up your throat while his lips are hovered above yours, mimicking the pretty sounds that come out of you. let out a filthy mewl, and he’s almost mockingly trying to match it with his own voice. he’s just so intoxicated by the noises you make <3

𐙚 …. when you’re sucking his cock, he likes to pull out just enough so his tip is barely touching your chin, then watches in complete bliss with his mouth wide open as his cum leaks down your neck <3 will take his fingers to soak up the mess, then stick them in your mouth and tell you to clean them…or, he’ll kneel down to lick up the mess himself then shove his tongue down your throat so you can taste him <3

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꒰ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 ꒱ 김선우

summary : little innocent, top student, you, suddenly gets partnered up with the one athlete everyone at your school is obsessed with, for a homework project that turns into much more

genre : mdni !! smut, fluff, some angsty thoughts (occasionally, for the plot) athlete!sunwoo x afab!reader, school!au, pwp (a little), inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers tws : explicit sexual content, language, pet names, body worship, praise, dirty talk (but like nice), dom!sunwoo, slight orgasm denial, slight edging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (reader), almost dumbification (reader goes non-verbal for most of it), slight overstimulation, spitting in mouth (once), oral (reader), biting (once) author notes : did i get carried tf away? maybe (yes) word count : 5k

the harsh ultra-violet rays warmed your skin, sending a gentle goosebump-ridden pattern over it. you looked out ahead, watching as the soccer team practiced hard—almost daily now (only taking a break on wednesdays). a breeze passed through the air, weaving its way all around your body, which was wearing the school’s uniform loosely. you sighed, looking up to the wave of lustrously-green trees against the clear-blue sky. 

your body was relaxed, leaning ever-so-slightly back against the bleacher behind you. your hand came up when a particularly bright ray shined through the dark leaves of late spring and you blocked it. then, just as you were about to let it fall back down, your attention caught on one particular member of the team, when a shout of victory wafted into your ears: kim sunwoo. 

he was the main character of your daydreams, racing heartbeats, and physical ache. you knew it was stupid to be caught in his grasp, like the rest of the school was. you knew you weren’t special in the way you’d look at him longingly—so desperate for any kind of appraisal from the athlete. 

however, unlike the rest of the female (and male) population, you were contemptuous with your delusion over him. even if it was an unrequited love, you were closer with yourself—and schooling—in its result. your parents definitely weren’t complaining with your top-student status and class president tasks.

it seemed like a win-win, but still, you sometimes caught yourself wishing for more in the loneliness of the night; when your mind was the best at focusing on things it shouldn’t. you’d imagine things you’d rather keep in the depths of your archives. secrets you were prepared to take to the grave: everyone loved sunwoo, but no one knew you did as well.

the prejudice was that you were too caught up in said studies to even look up, especially not in his direction. you had only a couple of friends, ones you truly trusted with your life, and even they had no clue about your feelings for the soccer player.

you watched his celebration, a fist pumped into the air and a bright smile that caused a blush to litter your cheeks. In moments like these, you were glad he really had no idea you existed when you weren't standing right in front of him. he high-fived the team members, walking over to the sidelines and throwing a small towel over his shoulder. 

it was honestly a little pathetic the way you couldn't peel your eyes from the way his muscles strained against the spandex of the shirt, or the way the sweat would roll down his perfectly sun-kissed skin. the softness of the genuine smile that pressed against his mouth and up into his eyes, the ones that flirted so effortlessly with his slow and cool mannerisms. 

genuinely, when he looked so good, it made it hard for you to not drift off into another fantasy where he’d walk up to you and sweep you off your feet like a prince in a fairytale—and, he always looked this good. 

you huffed out a breath, one you weren’t even sure if you were holding or not, and crossed your legs over one-another. you narrowed your eyes (in some weird attempt to zoom in), swearing you could see the man of your dreams—and reality—walking in your direction. 

He flashed a devilish smile, you weren’t convinced was meant for you, breaking from the teammates he’d been walking with. his eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought you were asleep—or dead. 

frankly, you think this scenario would suit a chuckle from the athlete who watched your eyes go wide as he further approached.

he took a long drink from the bottle in his hand, holding said eye contact as he lightly swallowed. you mimicked him with a dry throat, admiring how his adamsapple bobbed with each gulp. 

he straddled the bench, setting his things between his open thighs. “y/n?” he asked as he raked a hand through his sweaty hair. you couldn’t look away, like a must-watch thriller that you’d spent your hard earned money on. you could feel the way your heart rattled your ribcage, just aching to escape and feel his against it. 

an audible hum left your lips in reply. you could feel the heat that radiated your features and spread throughout your body. and, you knew, despite opposition, that he could see its pink shade.  

the one-sided tension was suffocating. you shifted uncomfortably—or maybe in some desperate attempt to ease the ache—and clasped your hands together. then, once again, he smiled at you. your heart didn’t know whether to shatter or melt in the presence, which you’ve only been able to see up close a couple of times. 

“your place or mine?” 

you wouldn’t have believed the way your eyes could grow three-sizes larger than they already had previously. 

“w-what?” you choked out. 

he chuckled at your flustered state. “ms. park posted the partners for the group-projects.” he stated matter-of-factly. “and, guess what class president?” you all but asked what; gulping loudly, tensing your legs together, as well as your fingers and lips. “we’re partnered.” 

you wanted to play it cool, but the excitement at the revelation was fast-approaching. you’d never had the opportunity to see him outside of school—and granted, it was still over school-work but, a win was still a win in your book. 

“o-oh!” you ragged out along with a shaky breath. “right, i was waiting until after practice to ask you about it.”

you lied.

you had no idea that the groups were announced. you just spent your free-time on this bench pretending to do work often enough that it seemed reliable.

his eyebrows rose, like he could see right through your antics. it was honestly a little intimidating; or maybe that’s not exactly the right word to describe the feeling hot-spotted in you.

he glanced back at the field momentarily, watching the rest of his teammates leave the outlined grass. “whatever you say, class president, but i knew exactly where to find you… except on wednesdays.” the undertone was something you couldn’t read, just out of your depth, but still plunged you further into curiosity. “we’ll go to my place then, and i’ll shower while you get started. how’s that sound? practice is done anyways.”

you wanted to protest his offer, but there was something intoxicating about seeing his room and smelling the cologne that lingered in the air. the shampoo and body wash that would waft out to you. you’d dreamt about it, and simply, you wanted to see if it was anything like the picture you painted in your head.

“i can just meet you later—you can shower in peace.” you started to pull the phone from the bag at your side, opening it, and holding it in his direction. “maybe, in like two hours?”

he took hold of the machinery. “what’s the fun in that? you could’ve joined me if you got too bored.”

you laughed painfully, shifting once again at the heat between your thighs. you wanted to accept the offer more than anything, however you know you shouldn’t.

but, what was the fun in that?

“a shame.” he chuckled lightly, holding the phone back out to you after inputting his number and texting himself the address. “i’ll see you then, y/n.”

it was the exact house number you were now staring at, eyes shifting between the text on your screen and the apartment door. it had been a little over two-hours, you having to hype yourself up before you left. and you had decided to relax by taking a bath as well, getting a little carried away with your imagination—which ultimately caused you to be late as well—but, you didn’t think delinquent-athlete, sunwoo, would care all too much.

“you could’ve knocked,” you hadn’t realized the door was now open, revealing the dimly lit (because the curtains were closed and it was approaching 6pm) living space. “or called.”

“s-sorry. i wasn’t sure if this was the right place.” you watched as he moved aside, creating just enough room for you to brush past him, giving you an oh-so desired smell of his cologne.

you cursed yourself for getting so worked up over the little things he’d do, but now you were finding it hard to believe that that wasn’t his intention. he kept you coming back for more, and you were always eager.

“do you want any water?” he asked, watching your frame stand awkwardly in his living room. “my rooms over there, i have a couple of things for you.”

you choked again. “f-for me?”

he laughed. “to use on the poster, y/n.” and he mumbled something after that you weren’t able to catch.

your head panned as he walked to the kitchen, ears listening to the light rattle of glass cups and running water. you plastered your hands to one another politely, scanning over the couple pictures sunwoo did have laying about; his apartment only had the necessities. the few pictures were ones of a younger girl, who you assumed to be his little sister—who he obviously loved enough to display. but you thought there must’ve been more to them, to him, and deep down you knew you’d like to find out one day; to comfort him in his time of need. to be his.

sunwoo came back, two glasses in his hands as he motioned for the closed door on your left. “you can open it, i’ve got nothing to hide from you.”

you don’t know why those words made you blush, maybe it’s because they’re from him, and anything from the athlete is enough to send you reeling.

your hand trembled as it reached to the knob. “oh, okay.” you said, trying to block it with your body. “i was thinking we could start with reading the book a little bit more, to familiarize ourselves with the data before making the final draft. that’s if you don’t mind?”

the door swung against its hinges, making the site of a dark, but minimalistic room meet your view. you took in the smell of cologne, but it didn’t seem to be overpowering like he had just sprayed it around carelessly. his bed was neatly made, black sheets and black pillows placed meticulously: as if a house keeper had been around to do it for him.

he placed the glasses against the wood of his nightstand, a charger and lamp being the only other decor on it.

he pressed the lamp and illuminated the room just a little more. “not confident, class president?”

“that’s not it,” you blurted out, his brows knit and arms crossed as he awaited your explanation. you could barely look in his direction, biting your tongue to not say: i just get flustered enough to forget around you.

“i, uh, it’s just that… nevermind. let’s begin!”

he huffed out another laugh, his actions too fast for you to process as his hands met your shoulders, pushing you to sit on his bed.

your eyes seemed to be in a perpetually widened state, but you found it telling that you put up no protest. the bag on your back made it into your lap, and you unzipped it, taking out multiple pens, markers and whatnot to make a decent poster. sunwoo had grabbed a paper, putting it on the floor and holding out his book for you to take. your hands brushed as you accepted it, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

you began to lay a couple of your class-taken notes onto his bedding, and sunwoo made his way around to the other side. he plopped down onto his stomach, making you bounce slightly.

“you know, class prez, people think you’re scary. you’re always studying, you barely look up, and when you do it’s to tell people off because they’re interrupting said studying.” you tried to read over the notes, but found it hard to ignore the harmonies within his voice. and that your leisure-clothes were getting too warm around your skin. “but they don’t know you, i guess. you’re smart but i bet you know how to have, at least, a little fun, don’t you? and, it’s no secret the school thinks your looks are top-tear. it’s just a shame you reject everyone that asks you out. it’s a waste of your time, i presume. anyways, that’s enough. let’s get started, shall we?”

“w-why?” you asked in such a hushed breath that sunwoo barely heard it. and if he lived with anyone else, or if a car or plane went by at the perfect time, he wouldn’t have. “why is that a shame?”

“because you are beautiful, y/n.”

fuck your clothes, your skin was getting too hot against you. your breath was labored, and now the words on the paper were congregating. you couldn’t focus with sunwoo next to you, and that’s exactly what you feared.

why’d you have to ask? curiosity did kill the cat.

the way you shifted didn’t go unnoticed by the athlete and he let out a chuckle that should just be his signature at this point.

he sat up now, burning his eyes into the side of your head. “what’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, but you refused to look away from the notes, even if you couldn’t get your mind to read them. “has no one ever called you that before?”

you bit your lip, thumbs ripping at the skin around the nail. truthfully, yes, one person has called you that, but it didn’t feel the same as when he did it. sunwoo made your heart beat out of your chest, breath leave your lungs so fast it made you lightheaded. he made you weak in the knees, like you were just jelly to begin with, melting in the sun.

you felt a soft hand reach across you, taking the farthest cheek within his palm and focusing your vision towards himself.

his skin felt like fire against you, but even this smallest touch made you crave more, made you need him in a more than innocent way. and, you were starting to believe his intentions were exactly the same as yours.

your eyes finally focused at the feeling on his hand sliding to rest against the side of your neck, as if he was caressing it, running his thumb over your windpipe gently.

you’d never seen sunwoo so close to your face, but you had imagined it, and it was nothing in comparison. he was beyond beautiful, a sight to see: tan skin untainted by pores and blemishes, soft features like his lips that contradicted, but complimented shaper ones such as his eyes and nose. he was the perfect harmony in your opinion, the perfect—

“god, y/n. i must be crazy.” he broke you from your admiration, breath hitting your lips. “would you treat me any different from the guys who have asked you out in the past?”

god, yes.

your stomach was beyond knots now, the whole damn zoo being let loose. your hands were gripping the sheets at the anticipation that seemed to be agonizing enough to kill you where you sat. in reality, sunwoo wasn’t even doing anything, but he had you at his fingertips, and you weren’t convinced you couldn’t pass out right now.

“fuck, maybe i am crazy…” his eyes flicked to your lips momentarily. “do you want this? i know i’d be interrupting your studying, class president.”

and you don’t know where your confidence came from, but the way you closed the gap was desperate. however, sunwoo put up no protest, and quickly gained control over the situation.

his other palm pulled you by your cheek to deepen the kiss. well, that was until he had enough of the angle you were sat at and gripped your thigh to fully get you onto his bed.

he was a good kisser, a great one in fact, and it made you crave his lips in other places to experience the full effect.

now he was pushing your body by your lower back, trying to get you as close to him a possible, and as if you could read minds, you threw your leg over him to straddle his lap.

he broke the kiss. “good girl.” he said before reconnecting with the skin on your neck, and smiling against it when he heard you whine quietly. you could feel him growing hard underneath you, and wondered if he’d take this all the way, wondered if he wanted you like that. “you do want this, don’t you?”

inside your head you couldn’t help thinking that maybe you weren’t desirable, maybe he was only doing this to prove a point: that the whole school was within his grasp. maybe it was to brag tomorrow, as locker room chatter before soccer practice, because why would sunwoo like you outside of your delusions?

his arms caged you against him, stoping all minor movements and actions. he looked into your eyes, and for a moment it’s like the world had ceased. the only thing you could hear was the thumping within your own chest and the echoes of your doubts.

“do you want me, sunwoo?”

he kissed your lips gently—almost lovingly—before stating. “more than anything right now.”

and you wanted to ask if it was only right now that he wanted you, but you couldn’t will that to leave your lips, as his eyes locked onto your own, mixing like watercolor.

you’d wanted him to want you for a long time, so you hoped it wasn’t only now that he felt the same.

“are you okay?”

your palms now laid against his cheeks, biting your bottom lip, half-nervously and half from feeling his hands curve where the seams of your thighs met the underside of your ass. you pulled him quickly back to you, breaking away only to mumble a quiet yes before being fully taken over by your lust.

he flipped you over quickly, and you found comfort between his soft pillows and blanket. he pushed your thighs apart, slotting himself in between to attach back on your already swollen lips.

his voice came out in a hushed tone, only for you. “class prez, has anyone had you like this? have they seen how perfect you look with messy hair and puffy lips? i bet you’d look so cute crying, wouldn’t you?” you whimpered at the words—the thought—you wanted him to think you were cute, attractive in any way, it was human nature after all; and everything about this was primal. “how far do you want me to go?”

your voice was once again barely audible over your own heartbeat. “whatever you want.”

“yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

you were beginning—ignoring all previous warnings—to feel overwhelmed, his tongue sending you into overdrive. you didn’t know what to do as you felt him ghost his lips on your collar bone, then down over your chest, eventually landing at your stomach. he pushed the fabric up, latching down onto your hip bone, which had you shifting to get any sort of friction on your core.

all his minuscule teasing was actually beginning to feel painful, but he got the hint. you knew he would.

sunwoo grabbed at the waistband on your pants, looking up to you for reassurance, but you just lifted your hips to make it easier for him. he chuckled, pulling both of the fabrics blocking you from him down.

you heard him mumble something along the lines of pretty as he placed open-mouth kisses against your inner thighs.

one thing about sunwoo is that he left you no room to feel self-conscious or embarrassed. he knew how to love you right, (you didn’t want to know why that was) and was determined to show you that.

you might not have believed this was something more than locker-room chatter, but now…

you moaned when he finally attached to your aching clit, sucking gently before alternating between kissing and licking at your slit. your hand covered your mouth out of embarrassment at the sounds that you couldn’t stop from making. truthfully, the last (and only) guy you were with didn’t even make you finish, so you didn’t have to worry about being too loud—or god forbid, annoying.

but, sunwoo hated that you weren’t letting him hear how good he was doing. he wanted the praise just at much as you did, nonetheless he let you continue. he’d let you until you were completely at his mercy, malleable under his touch. he’d let you because that made you comfortable.

and, to be honest, it still fueled his ego.

“c-close,” you managed to mumble through your fingers, eyes squeezed shut and head lulled back. “woo, please?”

and that fact that you had asked him almost made him cum untouched. so, you were his? he thought to himself, before he groaned into your pussy at the feeling of your fingers attaching to his hair, only adding to your pleasure.

the hands squeezing your plush thighs pulled you closer to his face, close enough to suffocate, but he’d die a happy man.

he continued to eat you out like a starved man, only bedrudgingly pulling away right before you had the chance to properly orgasm.

“w-wait!” you tried to push him back, frantically searching for the edge you were just about to topple off. “w-wh—sunwoo, fuck, d-don’t stop. please.”

tears were pricking your eyes out of frustration—the whole thing being so emotionally and vulnerably charged, you weren’t sure you could hold them back. then, shivers were sent throughout your shaking body as he soothed over your sides and stomach with his hands, lips back to their spot on your thighs.

he propped himself up, staring down at the godly figure he never truly thought you’d let him see. and after a minute, you got embarrassed at the strong gaze on your glistening core; your knees coming together.

his fingers slotted between them, pulling your legs apart. “don’t hide from me, baby. you’re so beautiful—god, all for me, right?”

you whined, quickly sitting up and reaching out for anything he’d give you.

sunwoo kissed your lips again, keeping you at his level with a hand on the small of your back and one gripping the hem of your shirt. you were dizzy from the taste of yourself on him, sunwoo only breaking apart to get the fabric up, and fully over your head. he took off your bra and suddenly the realization that you were fully naked in front of the prized soccer captain, while he was fully clothed, sunk in.

you whined again, too drunk off him to formulate anything coherent. he laughed at how desperately you were pawing at his sweats. “what’s wrong?”

you looked up at him. “fuck me?” and if your eyes weren’t the definition of puppy-dog, he didn’t know what was.

he smiled, grabbing your wrist. “patience, baby. i’ll give you what you want.”

you fell back again, opting to obey him because you were honestly too far gone to come up with anything else to do.

and he did, taking off his sweats, along with the rest of his clothes and pressing his body to yours. his lips were connected back to you and you clawed at his shoulders—anything to ground yourself—while his held your torso down firmly.

he looked between your bodies as he lined himself with your entrance. your head was thrown back, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the middle of your neck before mumbling. “you are pretty when you cry, y/n.” and pushing in slowly.

the stretch only burned for a minute until you moaned almost embarrassingly loud with each shallow thrust. a hand instinctively come up to hide them away. but, that only lasted so long until sunwoo intertwined his fingers with yours, pushing them into the bed on either side of your head.

“don’t hide them, baby,” he sighed against your lips. “please.”

and, whether you wanted to or not, you didn’t have a choice. the noises fell freely from your lips into his shoulder, as he sucked and nipped at your neck again.

“i-is it good?” you could barely hear him, your ears ringing with pleasure; was it good? is he stupid?

you choked on a chuckle, feeling him angle himself just perfectly inside you to brush against your g-spot. “holy fuck,”

“right there, baby?” he did it again, taking notes and storing them away in the back of his mind. your head lulled back again, and he watched your face contort, mouth falling open. “does it feel good?” you couldn’t reply, his thrusts only getting harder after that.

you could feel the band in your stomach tightening, and you feared you wouldn’t even be able to tell him you were getting so close, so fast—too fast.

but, somewhere deep-down, he already knew.

“fuck, you feel so good, y/n.” he sighed, lips ghosting over yours. “i must be the luckiest man in the world, right?” it was rhetorical, but even if you felt the need to answer, all that was coming out of your mouth was moans, groans, and mewls. “perfect body—fuck—perfect personality, perfect pussy, perfect fucking mouth,” he grabbed your chin, your free hand now going to clutch into the skin on his arm. his eyes met your tear-filled, and blurry ones. “open your mouth,”

there was a fire within you when you did as he said, mouth falling open. he spat on your tongue, and you didn’t know whether you came right then or just flat-out died.

“swallow it,” he said—no, demanded—almost making it an impossible task by putting his fingers into your mouth, pushing them to the back of your throat, and making you gag around him. he felt you clench harder at the act. “gonna fuck this throat one day, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you would.

but, he was spewing heated words into a brick wall. “you’re mine, right?” he asked, taking his saliva-covered fingers from your mouth and bringing them between your bodies.

the moment his fingers landed on your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the hand that was still intertwined with his was losing circulation from how hard your were gripping it, and the other was scratching his perfect skin hard enough to bleed.

no one had ever made you feel so cold, yet so fucking warm at the same time. nothing you've ever experienced has been as intense and kim sunwoo; the delinquent soccer player. you feared no one could ever make you feel like this again.

so, of course you were his.

“look at me, y/n.” he whispered, kissing along your jaw gently—in contrast to the heavy and hard thrusts he kept at a steady rhythm. “c’mon, y/n, be a good girl. please.”

you felt the impending desire to now, head leveling. his forehead then came to rest against it, fighting off your urge to let it roll back again.

he pecked your lips between sentences. “mine, right?” god, he kept asking an obvious question. “be mine, okay? cum for me,” he circled your clit faster, determined to make you finish one last time. “i got you.”

his voice alone was enough to make you topple over the edge, your noises raising a couple octaves. your vision went white, body convulsing under sunwoo, who kept his eyes on your face the entire time; in awe of you. he fucked you through it of course, mumbling praises, before the overwhelming feeling of fire bloomed between you two; disguised by overstimulation.

you mewled. “woo, p-please stop.” he kissed you quiet, slowing down. but, you didn’t actually want him to stop. “h-hurts… just a little,”

his hand intertwined with yours again. “being such a good girl—taking it so well. just a little more, okay? i promise,” he sighed, feeling the way your walls clenched him in, barely letting him pull out, only causing him to thrust harder. “almost there, y/n, where do you want it?”

your legs caged him against you. “fill me up, please.” and you weren’t above begging for it, especially not in a state of post-euphoria. “cum in me.”

he threw his head back momentarily, fighting off a strong urge to start a second round. how in gods name did he get so lucky? he thought to himself, bringing his forehead back to yours.

he locked eyes onto you. “yeah?” you nodded slightly, eyes full of tears you didn’t know if you’d shed. “gonna be so good and take it all?”

you moaned when he started grinding against you, your clit being stimulated by his pubic-bone.

“could fuck you forever.” he admitted. “do you want me to?”

you spewed out a quiet yes, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being serious—maybe he was. you were too far gone to even begin guessing.

he kissed you again, desperately fighting your tongue with his. he continued to kiss down your jaw and into your neck, leaving glistening marks in his wake. he sucked on your collarbone, finding a sweet-spot you didn’t even know you had, and biting down for a second. your mouth fell open in a silent scream, an orgasm you didn’t even know was there, washing over you.

sunwoo just kept forcing you to learn about yourself—you guess, it’s a good thing you’ve always been known for studying, isn’t it?

your intense orgasm triggered his, a soft groan leaving his lips as uneven thrusts made sure you both were fully satisfied.

you felt fuzzy, brain completely melted under his touch. your heavy breathing mixed with his, his body fully collapsing from exhaustion. however, his weight wasn’t enough to suffocate you, so you let him stay where he was, breaking your hand from his and threading it into his damp hair.

the silence was loud—heartbeats intertwined—as you both came down, the reality about to set in.

would he push you away after this? did he even mea—

“i meant it, by the way.” your eyebrows creased. you weren’t even sure if you had imagined that. and, if you didn’t feel the rumbling of his chest on yours as he spoke, you might’ve believed it was only in your head. “be mine, okay?”

little did he know, you already were.

you whispered out a reply. “okay.”

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STUDIO / K.M

Pairing ◊ fem!reader x idol!minjae

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff at the end

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), meandom!minjae, softdom!minjae, sub!reader, reader is a tease, fingering, slight dacriphylia, hair pulling, choking, riding, rough, spanking, degradation, praising, use of nicknames (good girl, babe, etc...), slight cnc, orgasm control, pain play, overstimulation, dirty talk, physical restraint, aftercare

Word count ◊ 4.1k

Summary ◊ You loved seeing Minjae work, but seeing him all focus and everything stirred something in you. And you just couldn't wait. So you decided to test his limits.

a/n: this is my first smut omg, i was so nervous to post it! don't hesitate to tell me what you think!

You sat on the plush couch in the corner of the recording studio, your eyes fixed on Minjae. He was hunched over the mixing console, his fingers dancing over the controls as he tweaked the track levels playing through the speakers. The dim lighting of the studio cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. His focus was absolute, and you couldn't help but admire him, your mind wandering to less innocent places.

Minjae’s fresh new black hair fell into his eyes, and he absently pushed it back with a slight huff of annoyance, his full attention on the computer before him. You bit your lip, your thoughts growing filthier by the minute. You shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but it was useless. You wanted his attention, needed it.

"Babe," you called softly, but he didn't respond. He was lost in his world of melodies and rhythms.

You sighed and got up, walking over to where he was working. You leaned against the console, deliberately positioning yourself in his line of sight. "Jae, it's been hours," you pouted, your voice hinting at playful frustration.

He looked up briefly, his eyes softening when they met yours. "I know, babe. I'm almost done. Just a little more patience, okay?’’

Your pout deepened. "You've been saying that for the last hour. How much longer?’’

Minjae chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. "I promise just a few more tweaks. This song needs to be perfect.’’

You watched him as he turned back to the controls, his focus once again unwavering. You admired his dedication, but your impatience was getting the better of you. You moved closer, placing your hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt.

"Minjae," you whispered, your lips close to his ear. "Can't you take a little break? Just for a moment?’’

He turned his head slightly, your faces inches apart. "Y/n, I really need to finish this. But I promise, once I'm done, I'm all yours.’’

Your eyes flickered with mischief. "What if I can't wait that long?’’

Minjae's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and amusement. "You're making it very hard to concentrate, you know that?’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing up at him with a mix of affection and desire. "I just missed you. Watching you work is amazing, but I want some of your attention too.’’

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. "You have all of it, even when I'm busy.’’

You kissed him, a slow and lingering kiss that spoke of all the things you wanted to do. Minjae responded eagerly, his hands tightening around your waist. For a moment, the music and the studio faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Minjae rested his forehead against yours. "I really need to get back to work.’’

You nodded, your heart racing and your pout evident. "Fine. I'll be patient then.’’

He smiled, giving you one last kiss before turning back to the console. "Thank you, babe. I'll make it up to you, I promise.’’

You returned to the couch, your eyes never leaving him as he dove back into his work. The sight of him so focused and determined stirred something inside you. You decided to test his limits, to see just how much you could push him before he gave in.

You started by shifting your position, slowly crossing your legs in a way that made your skirt ride up just a bit higher than usual. The movement was deliberate and calculated. You watched as Minjae glanced over, his eyes momentarily lingering on your exposed skin before he quickly looked away, his jaw tightening.

"Babe," you called softly, your voice laced with a mix of innocence and seduction. "Is it okay if I take off my sweater? It's a bit warm in here.’’

He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Sure, go ahead.’’

You pulled off your sweater slowly, revealing a fitted tank top underneath that clung to your curves. You stretched your arms above your head, arching your back just enough to draw his attention. You saw his eyes flicker with interest before he quickly turned back to his work, trying to maintain his focus.

"Do you have any water?" you asked, your voice sweet and innocent.

"There's some in the fridge," he replied without looking up.

You got up and walked over to the mini-fridge, making sure to sway your hips just a little more than usual. You could feel his eyes on you, even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. You bent over to retrieve a bottle, knowing full well that your skirt was short enough to provide him a beautiful view of your panties as you bent. 

When you turned around, you saw Minjae staring, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained.

You feigned innocence, widening your eyes. "Just getting some water. Why?’’

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing. Just… hurry up and sit down.’’

You smiled sweetly and returned to the couch, taking a slow sip from the bottle. You made sure to lick your lips afterward, your eyes never leaving his. He tried to ignore you, but you could see the tension building in his shoulders.

After a few more minutes, you decided to up a notch. You leaned back on the couch, stretching out and letting your hand casually slide up your thigh. You watched Minjae's reaction, noting how he glanced over repeatedly, his focus slipping.

"Jae," you called again, your voice a soft purr, knowing full well how much he loved this nickname.

He sighed, finally turning to face you fully. "What is it, Y/n?’’

You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just bored. It's hard to sit still when you're so busy.’’

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm almost done. Just a few more minutes.’’

You pouted. "You've been saying that for a while now. Can't you take a tiny break?’’

"Y/n, you're not making this easy," he muttered, his eyes dark with desire.

You grinned, pleased with his reaction. "I have no idea what you're talking about.’’

Minjae shook his head, standing up and walking over to you. "You know exactly what you're doing.’’

You tilted your head, your expression the picture of innocence as you looked up to him. "I'm just sitting here.’’

He leaned down, positioning resting his arms on either side of your head, on the back of the couch. "You're testing my limits, and I can promise you, this is not a good idea.’’

You smiled up at him, your heart racing. "And what if I am?’’

His eyes burned into yours, his voice lox. ‘’You really want to play this game?’’

Your heart raced with excitement and fear. You looked up at him, your eyes wide but defiant. "What game?’’

Minjae's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "The game where you push me until I snap. You want to see how far you can go, don’t you?’’ 

You shivered at his words, a thrill running down your spine. ‘’Maybe.’’

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "You're going to regret this," he warned, tilting his head to the side and arching his brow.

You smirked, your eyes glinting with challenge. "We'll see.’’

With a growl, his resolve finally snapped. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other trailed down your body, rough and demanding. "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he muttered, his lips grazing your neck.

You gasped, your body arching against his. ‘’Minjae…’’

He cut you off with a harsh kiss, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulled back just enough to speak. "You're nothing but a tease, Y/n. You think you can distract me from my work? Make me lose control?’’

You whimpered, his words sending a wave of heat through you. "I'm sorry," you whispered, though you both knew you weren’t.

"No, you're not," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. "But you will be.’’

He moved his hand from your wrist to your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place as he kissed you again, rough and demanding. His other hand slid under your tank top, his touch sending shivers through your body. "You like this, don’t you?" he growled against your lips. "Being at my mercy.’’

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening just a fraction.

‘’Fuck,’’ you hissed as your airflow was restricted. ‘’I love it.’’

Minjae's grip on you tightened as he pulled you to your feet, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and desire. He guided you to the edge of the couch and sat down, pulling you over his lap with a firm, unyielding hold. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he growled, his hand resting on your lower back.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Now you have it. But you're not going to like what comes next," he said, his tone cold and authoritative.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. You gasped, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you.

"Minjae!" you cried out, your body tensing.

He leaned down, his lips close to your ear. "You brought this on yourself, y/n. You think you can tease me and get away with it?’’

Another sharp smack landed on your ass, harder than the first. You whimpered, tears springing to your eyes from the intensity of the pain. "I'm sorry," you pleaded.

He chuckled darkly, his hand rubbing the spot he had just struck. ‘’I know you’re not sweetheart.’’ 

He spanked you again, this time even harder. You yelped, your body jerking against his. The pain was intense, but there was an underlying pleasure that made your core throb with need. He resumed spanking you, each strike harder than the last. "You need to learn your place. You don't get to play these games with me, not when I’m working.’’

Tears streamed down your face, your body shaking from the intensity of the pain and pleasure at the same time. He paused, his hand resting on your red, swollen ass. "You look so pathetic right now," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Crying and begging for mercy. Is this what you wanted’’

You nodded, your sobs making it hard to speak. "Please, no more.’’ He knew that you were not really asking to stop, and the wet patch on your panties told him how much you really enjoyed it.

He laughed, the sound harsh and devoid of sympathy. "Oh, we're not done yet.’’ He slid his hand between your thighs, teasing your wetness. "Look at how wet you are. You say you don't want it, but your body tells a different story.’’

You moaned, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked, his fingers barely grazing your sensitive clit. "Please make you come? Please forgive you?’’

"Yes," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He removed his hand, leaving you throbbing and unfulfilled. "You don't deserve it," he said coldly. "Not yet.’’

He spanked you again, harder than before, the pain making you scream. "You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions, sweetheart.’’

You sobbed, your body trembling. You needed him to touch you where you wanted the most. ‘’I've learned my lesson.’’

He paused, his hand resting on your lower back. "Have you?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

"Yes," you cried. "I promise. Please, no more.’’

He pulled you up, positioning you to straddle his lap, your tear-streaked face inches from his. "You look so beautiful when you cry," he murmured, his thumb brushing away your tears. His eyes softened ever so slightly. You sat on his lap, your breath hitching.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Good," he replied, his grip on your hips tightening. "Now, tell me what you want.’’

"Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please touch me.’’

A smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You want me to touch you? After all that teasing?’’

"Yes," you moaned softly, your body aching for his touch. "Please, Minjae. I've been good.’’

His fingers trailed up your thighs, moving slowly, teasingly. "You think you deserve it?’’

"Yes," you pleaded, your eyes closing as his fingers got closer to your core.

‘’Tsk, look at me,’’ he commanded as he shook his head lightly. His fingers held your chin, forcing you to look at him in his eyes, and you force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "Beg properly.’’

"Please," you begged again, your voice more desperate, your pride going away fast. "Please, I need you. I've learned my lesson. Please make me come,’’ you whined, your lips forming a little pout.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. "That's better." He slid his fingers under your panties, finding you wet and ready. ‘’Fuck baby, you’re so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. "All from a little spanking.’’

You moaned, unable to form words as his fingers began to tease your entrance. He slid one finger inside you, slowly, making you gasp. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked onto your face, watching every reaction. It was so fascinating for him how your face twited in pleasure at every little things he did.

You whimpered, your hips bucking slightly against his hand. "Please, Minjae," you begged again, your voice trembling.

He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out slowly, teasing you. "You want more?" he taunted.

"Yes, fuck, please,’’ you moaned, your voice breaking with need.

He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "You're such a needy little thing," he said, his voice filled with both degradation and admiration. "So desperate for my touch.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Minjae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," he commanded. "I want to see you when you come.’’

You forced your eyes open again, looking at him as he continued to finger you, his thumb now rubbing your clit in tight circles. You cried out his name, your body tensing as you reached the edge.

"Come for me, baby,’’ he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

With a final thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your body convulsing as you came hard around his fingers. You screamed, your voice echoing in the room.

He watched you with dark satisfaction, his fingers still moving, riding you through your orgasm. "Good girl," he praised, his voice softening slightly. "That's my good girl.’’

You barely had time to catch your breath before he started again, his fingers relentless. "Minjae, please," you begged, your voice shaking with overstimulation.

‘’Come on, babe. You teased me for hours. It’s what you wanted, right?’’ he asked, his tone mocking. "You're gonna come again for me.’’

You moaned, your body already on the edge again from his relentless teasing. "Minjae, I can't," you whimpered.

‘’Of course, you can," he said firmly, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

You were helpless against the pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. You cried out his name, your eyes engorged with tears. Another powerful orgasm crashed over you, making you scream his name again.

He slowed his movements, gently easing you through your orgasm, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his tone a mix of praise and possession. "You did so well.’’ Your body was still trembling and sensitive, but you still looked at him desperately. 

‘’Please,’’ you whispered, your voice shaky. ‘’I need you.’’ 

He smirked, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt slowly, making you whimper at the emptiness. ‘’Aw, my baby needs me?’’ He mocked, his tone filled with amusement. ‘’You sound so fucking desperate.’’

You bit your lip, your hands moving to jhis pants, fumbling with the button in your impatience. You looked at him, a begging look in your eyes, your fingers trembling against his jeans. He grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from his pants. ‘’So needy,’’ he taunted, his eyes dark. ‘’Can’t even wait for me to take my pants off.’’ 

You whimpered, your body aching. You needed him inside you. ‘’Please,’’ your voice sounded so desperate. 

He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. He locked eyes with you, slowly licking his lips in anticipation. ‘’Alright, since you’re so eager.’’

He released your hands, allowing you to unbutton his pants. You quickly undid them, your hands shaking with anticipation. You pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching cock. You looked at him, your eyes wide with need. 

‘’Was that what you wanted?’’ He asked, gripping his cock and rubbing it against your wet folds.

‘’Fuck, yes,’’ you moaned, your hips bucking against him. 

He positioned himself at your entrance, putting just the tip in. You threw your head back, closing your eyes. ‘’But,’’ he said, looking at you with an arched brow. ‘’Do you really deserve it?’’ He teased.

‘’Jae, please just fuck me. I need you inside me,’’ you begged, looking at him with doe eyes. 

With a low growl, he thrust hard into you, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. You screamed, the sudden feeling of being full sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. ‘’Fuck,’’ he murmured. He started moving, slowly at first. "That's it," he growled, gripping your hips tightly. "Scream for me. No one can hear you in here.’’

He set a brutal pace, each thrust hard and deep, making you cry out with every movement. His hands were so tight on your hips, you knew he’d leave marks, but you didn’t care. ‘’You like being fucked like this, huh?’’ He taunted, his voice rough. All you could do was moan, too deep in pleasure to actually form a coherent sentence. 

He stopped his hips, leaning back against the couch, ordering for you to move. You began to move, your body trembling with effort and pleasure. He guided your movements, his hands tight on your hips, forcing you to take him deeper. "That's it," he growled. "Fuck yourself on my cock.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body moving frantically as you chased your release. "Minjae," you cried, your voice breaking.

"You're such a needy little slut," he mocked, his voice low and harsh. "Look at you, so desperate to come.’’ That was probably his favorite view. Your face contorted in pleasure, your tits bouncing, your hands scratching his lower abdomen. But the pace you were setting was too slow for his own taste. 

He thrusts up into you hard, making you scream. "You like being my little whore,  don’t you?’’

‘’Yes, fuck-" you sobbed, your body shaking with pleasure.

"Good," he growled, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "Because that's all you are. My little slut.’’

He continued to thrust into you, each movement rough and demanding. Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with pleasure. "Jae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes filled with desperation.

"Not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out and flipping you over the arm of the couch. He positioned you on your knees, your ass in the air, and entered you again with one hard thrust.

You screamed, the new angle sending waves of pleasure through you. He was even deeper inside you, grazing your sweet spot with each thrust. 

He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he fucked you harder, his hand wrapping around your throat. "Scream for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "Let everyone know who you belong to.’’

You screamed his name, your voice raw with pleasure and desperation. He tightened his grip on your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make you gasp. "You're mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "Say it.’’

"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice barely audible.

"That's right," he snarled, releasing your throat and gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're mine. My little whore.’’

He pounded into you relentlessly, your moans and screams filling the room. "Minjae, I can't—" you gasped, your body trembling.

"Yes, you can," he growled, his hand moving to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Come for me, baby.’’

With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered around him, your screams echoing in the soundproof room and milking his cock. You convulsed around him, your body completely overwhelmed by pleasure. "Minjae, please," you sobbed, your voice breaking.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came inside you, his grip on your hips tightening. "Fuck," he growled, his body shuddering with release.

He stayed inside you for a moment, both of you panting and trembling. His chest stayed against your back, his arms on each side of your body, supporting himself.  Finally, he pulled out, his hands gently stroking your back. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice softening. "Such a good girl.’’

He gathered your trembling body into his arms, holding you close and kissing the top of your head. “Shh, it’s okay, love,” he whispered softly, his tone now filled with affection. “I’ve got you.’’

You nestled against him, your body exhausted and spent. He stroked your hair gently, kissing your forehead. Minjae looked around the studio, noting the lack of amenities for proper aftercare. He saw the mini fridge and had an idea. “Hold on, let me get some water and clean you up a bit.’’

He gently laid you down on the couch, ensuring you were comfortable. You whimpered slightly, your body still sensitive. He walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a couple of water bottles and a clean cloth he found nearby. He returned to your side, his eyes filled with concern and love.

He opened one of the water bottles, wetting the cloth. “This might be a bit cold,” he warned gently before cleaning you up. His touch was tender, his movements careful as he wiped away the sweat and the remnants of his cum that spilled out your hole and stained your inner thighs. 

You flinched slightly at the cold but relaxed as he continued to clean you. “I’m sorry for being so rough,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse. “I got carried away.’’

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “I liked it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But I’m so tired.’’

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening. “I can tell. You can barely move.’’

He finished cleaning you up, then helped you sit up, supporting you with his arms. “Here, drink some water,” he urged, holding the bottle to your lips.

You took a few sips, your eyes closing as the cool water soothed your parched throat. “Thank you,” you whispered, leaning against him for support.

He smiled, kissing your temple. “Anything for you, love.’’

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled, and you nearly collapsed. Minjae caught you easily, his grip steady and reassuring. “Easy there,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I guess I really wore you out, didn’t I?’’ He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. 

You blushed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Kind of, yeah,” you admitted, a hint of a smile on your lips.

He helped you back onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re so cocky,” you teased, your eyes half-closed from exhaustion.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted with a chuckle. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close. “Just rest, okay? I’m right here.’’

You nodded, your eyes closing as you leaned against him. “I love you, Jae,” you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, babe,” he replied, his voice tender. He continued to hold you, his hand gently stroking your back as you drifted off to sleep.

Ugh Im so down bad man why!?

idk why im only now noticing his necklace but I hate that im only now wanting it to dangle in front of my face

Okay that was hot 🥵🥵

I STILL HATE YOU / J.W

Pairing ◊ bratty!fem!reader x brattamer!wooyoung (ft. '99 line)

Genre ◊ SMUT, angst, ennemies to ???

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), reader is a brat, harddom!wooyoung, they hate each other, fingering, rough, degradation, petnames (good girl, sweetheart...), oral (fem receiving), lots of angst

Word count ◊ 4,6k

Summary ◊ : You and Wooyoung hated each other, but your friends thought it would be a good idea to lock wooyoung's room to "sort things out"

a/n: just a sucker for dom Wooyoung 😵‍💫 enjoy! (not proofread)

You were part of this tight-knit friend group with Wooyoung, Yunho, San, Mingi, and Yeosang. Usually, you would have considered yourself lucky to be surrounded by such a cool bunch of people, but there was one glaring exception: Wooyoung. From the moment you met, you and Wooyoung clashed like fire and ice. You were both cocky, always trying to outdo each other with snarky comments and sarcastic remarks.

It wasn’t even like you had any reason to hate each other; it just happened. Maybe it was how Wooyoung always seemed so smug, with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. Or maybe it was how he would always find some way to one-up you, no matter what. Either way, the tension between you two was almost palpable, and it was clear to everyone around.

The others in the group seemed to take it in stride. Yunho and San would roll their eyes and laugh it off, while Mingi would try to play peacemaker, often unsuccessfully. Yeosang, on the other hand, seemed to find your constant bickering somewhat amusing, though he rarely got involved. Despite the tension, the group managed to stick together, probably because your mutual animosity oddly balanced the dynamic.

One Friday night, you were all hanging out at their place, lounging on his beat-up couch, debating over what movie to watch. Wooyoung, as usual, had a different opinion from you. He wanted to watch some action flick while you were in the mood for a horror movie. The debate quickly turned into a full-blown argument, with you and Wooyoung standing face-to-face, jabbing at each other with pointed insults, as usual.

“Why don’t you just admit your taste in movies sucks?” Wooyoung sneered, crossing his arms.

“Oh please, like you even understand what makes a good movie,” you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Yunho sighed loudly, standing between you two. “Alright, can we just decide already? It’s just a movie.”

San laughed, shaking his head. “You two are hopeless. Can’t even pick a movie without turning it into World War Three.”

The argument over which movie to watch was reaching a boiling point, and everyone in the room could sense it. You and Wooyoung were standing toe-to-toe, practically shouting over each other.

“I’m telling you, action movies are way more entertaining,” Wooyoung argued, his voice filled with exasperation.

“And I’m telling you, horror movies have way better plots,” you shot back, not willing to back down.

Yunho exchanged a knowing glance with San and Mingi. They’d had enough of the constant bickering and had been joking for weeks about taking drastic measures to put an end to it.

“Alright, that’s it,” Yunho said suddenly, standing up. “I can’t take this anymore. We need a break from your constant fighting.”

Before you could react, Yunho grabbed you by the arm while San and Mingi grabbed Wooyoung. You struggled, demanding to be let go, but they were determined.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” you yelled, trying to shake off Yunho’s grip.

“Let go of me! I’m not done here!” Wooyoung protested, struggling against San and Mingi.

Yeosang, who had been quietly watching the whole scene unfold, opened Wooyoung’s bedroom door. “In you go,” he said calmly, stepping aside.

Yunho and San practically shoved you both into the room and quickly shut the door behind you. You heard the click of the lock, and the realization set in.

“Are you guys serious?” you shouted, pounding on the door. “This is so immature!”

“Yeah, open the door! We don’t need this!” Wooyoung added, equally furious.

From the other side of the door, Yunho’s voice came through, sounding uncharacteristically stern. “You two need to sort this out. We’re not letting you out until you do.”

“You can’t be serious,” you groaned, leaning against the door in frustration.

“Oh, we’re very serious,” San replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re both our friends, and we’re tired of the constant fighting. So figure it out.”

Inside the room, you turned to face Wooyoung, who was glaring at you with just as much annoyance as you felt. You crossed your arms, refusing to be the first to speak.

“This is ridiculous,” Wooyoung muttered, pacing back and forth. “Like locking us in here is going to make us get along.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a jerk all the time, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” you retorted, not missing a beat.

Wooyoung stopped pacing and turned to face you, his eyes flashing with irritation. “Me? A jerk? You’re the one who’s always acting like you’re better than everyone else!”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I only act like that because you always have to be the center of attention!”

Outside, you could hear your friends laughing and chatting, clearly unconcerned about the drama unfolding inside the room.

“Can’t believe they did this,” you muttered under your breath.

“Same,” he replied, sitting down on his bed with a huff. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault? How is this my fault?” you demanded, sitting down on the floor opposite him.

“You’re the one who always has to argue with me,” he said, gripping his hair in frustration. “You just can’t let anything go.”

“Because you’re always wrong!” you shot back, the argument feeling strangely familiar, yet different with no audience to play to.

You exchanged a heated glance with Wooyoung, who looked ready to explode. “This is all your fault,” he said, his voice low and accusing.

“My fault? You’ve got to be kidding me,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “If you weren’t such a pain in the ass, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Oh, please,” Wooyoung sneered, getting up from the bed and stepping closer. “You’re the one who’s always picking fights.”

“Because you’re always so damn infuriating!” you retorted, matching his step forward until you were face to face.

The tension between you was palpable, and for a moment, it felt like something would snap. Instead, you both turned away with a huff, deciding that silence might be the best strategy. Maybe if you stopped engaging, your friends would see how pointless this was and let you out.

The silence stretched on, heavy and uncomfortable. You sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, while Wooyoung sat on the edge of it, staring at the wall. The minutes ticked by slowly, each second filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. You could feel his presence, every movement and breath, making it impossible to fully relax.

After what felt like an eternity, the silence became too much to bear. You shifted, the slight noise breaking the uneasy peace. Wooyoung glanced at you, his expression unreadable.

“What?” you snapped, unable to hold back.

“Nothing,” he muttered, looking away again.

The frustration boiled over. “You always do this,” you said, your voice rising. “Acting like you’re so much better than everyone else.”

Wooyoung’s head whipped around, his eyes flashing with anger. “Better than everyone else? You’re the one who’s always acting like you have something to prove!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t constantly try to undermine me!” you shouted, standing up.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said, standing up to face you. “You think you’re the only one who’s frustrated? You make everything so damn difficult!”

“Me? You’re the one who—”

The argument escalated quickly, voices rising, insults flying. The room seemed to shrink around you as the anger and frustration spilled over. You were both shouting now, words tumbling out without thought.

“You’re so arrogant!” you yelled, stepping closer to him.

“And you’re so damn stubborn!” Wooyoung shot back, closing the distance between you even more.

The space between you was electric, charged with anger and something else you couldn’t quite identify. The fight became more heated, the words more cutting.

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” you said, your voice shaking with anger. “But you’re just a coward, hiding behind that smug attitude!”

Wooyoung’s eyes blazed with fury. “You don’t know anything about me!”

“Maybe because you never let anyone in!” you screamed, pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, then came back, his face inches from yours.

“Maybe because you never tried to understand!” he shouted, his breath hot on your face.

You felt a surge of anger and recklessness take over. “Why would I want to understand someone as pathetic as you?” you shot back, your words sharp and cutting.

Wooyoung’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Shut up,” he said, his voice low and filled with warning.

You met his gaze with a challenging look, the anger and adrenaline making you bold. “Make me,” you replied, your voice steady despite the wild beating of your heart.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Then, before you could react, Wooyoung grabbed your shoulders and pulled you toward him, crashing his lips against yours in a rough, almost desperate kiss. The suddenness of it stole your breath, and for a split second, you were too stunned to respond.

But then you felt a surge of heat, a mix of anger and something much deeper. You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands moving to tangle in his hair as you tried to pull him even closer. It was a battle, not a kiss—each of you trying to dominate, to claim the upper hand.

Wooyoung’s hands tightened on your shoulders, his grip almost bruising as he pushed you back against the wall. You gasped, but it only made the kiss more intense. Your hands slipped from his hair to his back, clutching at his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongues and raw need. You could feel the anger in it, the frustration and the years of unspoken tension. But there was something else, too—a desperate desire, a need to finally break through the barriers you’d both put up.

You fought back, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him grunt. He responded by pressing you harder against the wall, his grip on your shoulders almost bruising. His lips moved against yours with a fierce intensity, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, demanding submission.

“Is that all you’ve got?” you taunted, your voice breathless but defiant.

Wooyoung growled, one hand moving to grip your jaw, tilting your head back forcefully. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?” he muttered against your lips before biting down harshly on your lower lip, drawing a gasp from you, almost drawing blood.

You retaliated by digging your nails into his back through his shirt, trying to assert some control. But Wooyoung was relentless. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, his body pressing against yours, leaving you no room to move.

“Pathetic,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re always so desperate to prove yourself.”

“Better than being a smug asshole,” you shot back, twisting in his grip but finding no escape.

Wooyoung’s laugh was dark and mocking. “You like this, don’t you? Being put in your place.” His free hand trailed down your side, gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks.

“Shut up,” you spat, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach.

“Make me,” he countered, echoing your earlier challenge. His lips found yours again, even rougher this time, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, dominating every movement.

You bit down on his tongue, earning a growl from him as he pulled back slightly, only to return with even more force. His kiss was punishing, each movement designed to remind you who was in control. You couldn’t help but respond, your body betraying you as you arched against him.

“You’re such a brat,” he hissed, his lips moving down to your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. “Always trying to fight me, but you’re just as desperate for this as I am.”

‘’Fuck you,” you repeated, though the words lacked conviction as a moan escaped your lips.

“Admit it,” he demanded, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin. “Admit that you want this.”

“Never,” you gasped, tugging against his hold on your wrists.

He yanked your hands down, pinning them behind your back with one hand while his other hand slipped under your shirt, trailing down your stomach with rough, possessive movements.

“Let go of me,” you demanded, but your voice wavered, betraying your conflicting emotions.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Not until you learn to keep that mouth of yours shut.” His fingers found the waistband of your pants, slipping inside with a determined, almost punishing force.

You gasped as his fingers brushed against your core, the sensation both shocking and electrifying. “You’re such an ass,” you hissed, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach.

“Such a dirty little mouth,” he taunted, his fingers moving with a rough precision that made it impossible to think clearly. He found your clit quickly, starting to circle it roughly. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson.’’

Before you could respond, his fingers pushed inside you, the intrusion rough and unyielding. You bit back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but it was impossible to ignore the intensity of his touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear, his breath hot and taunting. “You act all tough, but deep down, you’re just a needy little slut.”

“Shut up,” you managed to gasp, your body betraying you as you arched against his hand.

His fingers moved faster, rougher, each movement designed to break down your resistance. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me. Just admit it.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give in. “I hate you,” you spat, though the words lacked conviction.

“Oh, I know you do,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But your body says otherwise.” He added another finger, stretching you, making you gasp. “Look at you, so desperate and needy. It’s pathetic.”

You wanted to retort, to throw another insult his way, but the sensation was overwhelming. His fingers moved with a brutal efficiency, hitting just the right spots to make you squirm. The anger and hatred mixed with the undeniable physical attraction, creating a storm of conflicting emotions.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Admit that you want this.”

“Never,” you gasped, though the word came out more like a moan.

Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed, and he thrust his fingers harder, making you cry out despite yourself. “Say it,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I… I want it,” you finally admitted, the words torn from you unwillingly.

“Good girl,” he murmured, a mocking smile on his lips. “Was that so hard?” He continued his rough ministrations, his fingers moving in a relentless rhythm that left you trembling.

The words were degrading, but they pushed you over the edge. Your body convulsed around his fingers, pleasure crashing through you in waves. You cried out, unable to hold back, your hands gripping his arms for support.

Wooyoung watched you with a satisfied smirk, his fingers continuing to move inside you, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm. "That's it, sweetheart,’’ he murmured, his voice softening just a fraction.

You tried to catch your breath to regain some semblance of control, but Wooyoung was already kneeling in front of you, his hands roughly pushing your pants and underwear down to your ankles.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you stammered, though your body betrayed you with a shiver of anticipation.

“You think I’m done with you?” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks. “I’m going to show you what happens when you push me too far.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his tongue flicking against your clit with a precision that made your knees buckle. You gasped, one hand flying to his hair, the other bracing against the wall for support.

“Wooyoung, stop—” you started, but your words dissolved into a moan as he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue working you over with relentless, rough strokes.

“You’re going to scream for me,” he muttered against you, his voice vibrating through your core. “Let your friends hear how much you need this.”

“Fuck—no,” you managed to gasp, though your voice wavered.

Wooyoung laughed, the sound dark and cruel. “We’ll see about that.” He intensified his movements, his tongue moving in ruthless circles while his fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, but it was no use. The combination of his rough touch and skilled tongue was too much. Your hips bucked against his mouth, and a cry slipped out before you could stop it.

“Louder,” he demanded, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “I want them to hear how much you love this.”

“Fuck you,” you spat, but the defiance was slipping away with every flick of his tongue.

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “Maybe later,” he said, diving back in with renewed intensity. His tongue moved faster, harder, and you could feel the pressure building again, even more overwhelming than before.

Your resolve crumbled, and you let out a loud moan, unable to hold back. Wooyoung smirked against you, his satisfaction evident as he continued to push you closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” he murmured between strokes. “Scream for me like the needy little slut you are.”

You tried to resist, to stay bratty and defiant, but it was impossible. The pleasure was too intense, his dominance too overwhelming. With a final, desperate cry, you came, your body trembling as the orgasm crashed over you.

He didn’t let up, his tongue working you through the aftershocks, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were a shaking, gasping mess. Only then did he pull back, his lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smirk on his face.

He stood up from his knees, his eyes dark with a mix of triumph and raw lust. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on you again, his hands rough as they grabbed your wrists and pulled you toward the desk beside you.

“You think we’re done?” he growled, his voice filled with cruel amusement. “Not even close.”

You tried to muster some defiance, but the intensity of the situation left you breathless. “You’re such an asshole,” you managed to say, though your voice was shaky.

“And you’re about to learn just how much of an asshole I can be,” he replied, pushing you forward so that your upper body was bent over the desk. His hands were on your hips.

Wooyoung didn’t waste any time. You heard the rustle of his clothes as he freed himself, and then you felt the blunt pressure of his cock against your entrance. He didn’t bother with gentleness; he thrust into you in one brutal motion, making you cry out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his grip on your hips bruising as he started to move, setting a punishing pace. “Bet you love being fucked like this, don’t you?”

You tried to hold onto some semblance of control, to maintain your defiance. “Go to hell,” you spat, though the words were weak, almost drowned out by the sounds of his relentless thrusts.

Wooyoung laughed, a dark, mocking sound. “Already there, sweetheart,” he replied, his hips snapping against yours with a brutal rhythm. “And you’re fucking coming with me.”

Each thrust was rough and demanding, pushing you closer to the edge with a ruthless efficiency. You could feel the desk digging into your skin, but the pleasure was overwhelming, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“Such a dirty little slut,” he murmured, leaning over you so that his breath was hot against your ear. “Can’t even form a proper sentence, can you?”

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a broken moan. Wooyoung’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing even more forceful, and you felt the pressure building again, a coil tightening inside you. Wooyoung felt your tight walls pulsing around his cock. 

“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he taunted, his voice low and rough. “Say it.”

“I—” you gasped, trying to fight the pleasure, but it was useless. “I’m going to—”

“That’s right,” he cut you off, his tone filled with dark satisfaction. “Come for me, you filthy brat.”

The words pushed you over the edge, and you came with a loud cry, your body trembling as the orgasm ripped through you. Wooyoung didn’t let up, his thrusts relentless as he chased his own release.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice filled with contempt and desire. “So desperate and needy. Pathetic.”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could process the loss, he was moving you again, his hands rough as he pushed you toward the bed. You stumbled, falling onto the mattress, and he was on you in an instant, flipping you onto your back.

“Think you can handle more?” he asked, his eyes dark and challenging.

You nodded, too breathless to speak, your body already craving the next wave of pleasure.

“Good,” he said, positioning himself between your legs. 

He entered you again, the angle different but no less brutal. Your hands clutched at the sheets, trying to anchor yourself as he pounded into you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge once more. He took your thigh and pressed it against your chest, thrusting deeper. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his grip on your thigh hard enough to leave marks. “Such a perfect little slut for me.”

The pleasure was overwhelming, turning your mind into a hazy blur. You could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words, as he fucked you with a relentless intensity, pouring all the rage from earlier into it. 

“Can’t even talk, can you?” he mocked, his voice filled with cruel amusement. “Too dumb from getting fucked by my cock.”

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a series of incoherent moans. Wooyoung’s thrusts grew even more forceful, and you felt the pressure building again, another orgasm threatening to crash over you.

“You’re going to come again,” he said, his tone commanding. “And you’re going to scream my name when you do.”

You shook your head, trying to hold onto some shred of defiance, but it was useless. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. With a final, brutal thrust, you came, your body arching off the bed as the orgasm tore through you, as you screamed his name. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. He continued to move, his pace never faltering, pushing you through the aftershocks and into another wave of pleasure.

By the time he finally came, his release hot and overwhelming inside you, you were a trembling, incoherent mess. He pulled out slowly, leaving you breathless and spent on the bed.

“See?” he said, his voice filled with mocking satisfaction. “All you needed was to be put in your place.”

You glared at him weakly, the fire of your anger not completely extinguished despite the overwhelming pleasure. “I still hate you,” you managed to say, though your voice was weak, more breathless.

“And I still hate you too,” he replied, his expression hard. “But at least now you know what happens when you push me too far.”

The room was filled with the tension of your unresolved hatred, the physical release doing nothing to ease the animosity between you. As you lay there, trying to catch your breath and regain some sense of composure, one thing was clear: the war between you and Wooyoung was far from over, but for now, you had been thoroughly defeated.

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Outside Wooyoung’s room, Yunho, San, Mingi, and Yeosang were still gathered, exchanging knowing glances and quiet laughter as they waited for the inevitable explosion of another argument. However, when the first loud moan echoed through the door, their expressions changed from amusement to shock.

“Did you just hear that?” San asked, eyes wide, looking at the others for confirmation.

“Yeah, I definitely heard something,” Yunho replied, raising an eyebrow. “That didn’t sound like an argument.”

Mingi covered his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. “I think they’re… uh… working things out in a different way.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened as another, louder moan filtered through the door, followed by a string of incoherent words. “Oh my god, they’re really going at it,” he said, looking both amused and slightly horrified.

Yunho shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, this is unexpected.”

San smirked, nudging Yunho. “Guess our plan worked a little too well.”

Mingi couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. “Should we just… leave them to it?”

Yeosang nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I don’t think they need an audience for this.”

Yunho stood up, clapping his hands together. “Alright, everyone. Let’s give them some privacy. I think they’ve got enough to handle without us hanging around.”

San stretched, yawning dramatically. “Yeah, I could use a break from all the drama anyway.”

As they gathered their things, another particularly loud moan resonated through the door, making them all wince and then burst into laughter.

“Okay, that’s our cue to leave,” Mingi said, heading towards the front door.

“Maybe we should go get some ice cream or something,” Yeosang suggested. “Give them plenty of time to… sort things out.”

Yunho nodded, opening the door. “Good idea. I think we all need a break from this craziness.”

As they left the house, the moans and muffled sounds of pleasure faded into the background, replaced by the summer evening's quiet hum.

“You know, I always thought they’d kill each other before anything like this happened,” San said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Guess there’s a fine line between love and hate,” Yunho chuckled.

“Or in their case, a very loud, very thin line,” Mingi added, laughing.

As they headed down the street, leaving Wooyoung and you to your privacy, the group couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. It seemed that locking you two up together had definitely brought some unexpected results.

He looks so fluffy and soft

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