Cant Stop Thinking About Spider-man!vernon Whos Adamant In Keeping His Superhero Persona Hidden Despite

can’t stop thinking about spider-man!vernon who’s adamant in keeping his superhero persona hidden despite you already clocking him in. every time you confront him about it, he deflects and changes the topic. he insists that you’re overthinking way too many things about him and that you ought to focus on your studies more, since you both know that it’s what you should be more busy about these days considering your below average marks lately due to your hyperfixation on the masked hero.

but you can’t help it. you’re way into your theory now that your closest friend in college happens to be the acclaimed spider-man. there’s a lot of instances in which he’s gone whenever spider-man’s being reported on television, in which he arrives in class the next day with his body aching and sometimes covered with little bandages on certain areas, and in which he can’t even look you in the eyes whenever he’s telling you that he’s certainly not who you think he is.

one day, you decide that you’ve had enough of his bad lying and invite to the rooftop of a building where you two typically hang out anyway whenever you have a free period. he initially doesn’t think that this is one of your schemes to get him to admit that he’s spider-man, but then you’re standing on the ledge and demanding that he better tell you the truth right now or else you’d have to resort into crazier means to make him admit his secret.

“____, what are you doing?” he asks, staring at you with wide eyes as you dangle a foot in mid-air. “you’re not… you’re not seriously—” his sentence gets cut off by the fact that you literally jump off the building, his eyes widening in surprise before he realizes that he has no options other than jumping after and saving you, revealing his identity in the midst of it as he uses his web-shooters to swing from one structure to another, successfully catching you who looks genuinely shaken up.

when he places you down, arriving at another building’s rooftop, he begins shouting at you, demanding why you did that, yet you only laugh in exhilaration, pointing at him. “i fucking knew it!” you say. “i knew you were spider-man!”

he stares at you in disbelief. he’s always been aware that you’d go to extreme lengths to get what you want, however it never occurred to him that you’d risk your life in order to trick him into proving that your guess is correct. nonetheless, he’s strangely impressed by your dedication and finds himself laughing alongside you at the ridiculousness of what just happened.

“never do that again,” he tells you but you shrug. 

“will you always answer me honestly whenever i ask an important question?”

he sighs, absolutely defenseless. “do i have a choice at this point?”

“no.” you beam at him, hooking your arm around his. “but hey, thanks for saving my life, spider-man. i owe you.”

“again, did i have a choice?”

your contagious laughter fills his ears again and he rolls his eyes, allowing you to lead him to the staircase while you yap about the fact that your friend is a superhero. it’s endearing, he thinks to himself, and he’s at least happy that you’re one important person in his life that he no longer has to lie to.

just wait and watch

in which: mingyu just wants to watch, and he wants you to watch too.

pair: mingyu/afab!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: smut, pwp, nicknames (honey, darling, baby), technically voyeurism, mutual masturbation, a lot of dialogue, no penetration???, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

You were sitting in the love seat of the living room mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Mingyu walked in. Usually, he would sit right by your side and either cuddle you and let you do your thing or try to get you to pay attention to him instead of your phone. This time, however, he sat in the arm chair across the room.

“Honey,” he said, his voice a little lower than usual.

“Yeah?” you replied while still scrolling.

“Put your phone away.”

Mingyu wasn’t one to be authoritative like that unless the two of you were in bed, so you thought something was wrong. You locked your phone and put it on the stand next to the couch before finally giving Mingyu your undivided attention. He was wearing a loose button-up with regular slacks, but he looked more sexy than usual. You couldn’t tell if it was his hair, or the look on his face, or the way he was sitting with his knees far apart and his arms resting on the arm rests; but whatever it was, you knew that he was up to something and that you should probably play along (willingly, of course).

“Good girl.”

You felt heat rush through your body. He was definitely acting weird for just a regular afternoon, but you’ve heard him talk like that in bed before for sure. “What’s going on?” you asked timidly.

“If I ask you to do something, will you do it?” he asked you while tilting his head slightly.

You nodded and nervously swallowed the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth.

“Good. Take off your bra.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Why would he want your bra off? Before you could ask, he said, “Don’t question me, and just do it.”

Doing as he said, you pulled your bra out of your shirt and looked to him for further instructions. He simply nodded his head, telling you to put it down wherever, and you did.

“Now, take off your pants,” he said with a strained sigh.

Your pants came off and fell onto the ground alongside the bra. You sat with your knees pressed together, trying your best to hide your panties (not that you really needed to since Mingyu had already seen everything in the past).

“Spread those pretty legs for me, darling…”

Oh, he was in one of those moods right now.

You spread your legs for him, pushing them out slightly more with your hands pressing into the parts of the thigh closest to your cunt. You watched Mingyu let out a shallow breath, his hand above his pants and kneading his hard-on.

“You can tell me what you want me to do, by the way,” he said roughly.

Mingyu tilted his chin up, slightly egging you on. You thought about it for a second until you said, “Unbutton your shirt.”

He undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, exposing his chest first, then his abs. He pushed the shirt aside, but he didn’t take it off— after all, you didn’t tell him to.

“Can you run your hand over your chest?” you asked after swallowing nervously.

Your fingers inched closer to the searing heat between your legs as you watched him run his fingers between his chest muscles and down to his abs, his other hand slowly adjusting the waistband of his pants. He tugged one side down slightly, partially revealing his v-line before palming himself over his pants once again.

“If you want to touch yourself, you can, darling,” Mingyu said softly.

You chewed on your lower lip before bringing one finger to your mouth. You bit your finger gently as you stroked yourself over your panties, your arousal starting to soak into the fabric. You let out a light moan, making Mingyu grit his teeth and exhale sharply. He didn’t bother waiting for you to tell him what to do. He unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them down. You could see the faint outline of his hard dick underneath his baggy boxers, and the outline only got more apparent when he rubbed his cock over his grey underwear.

While the feeling of the fabric rubbing against your folds felt good, you desperately needed more. You slipped your hand into your panties, and the second the pads of your fingers made contact with your clit, electricity ran through your body. Your thighs trembled, and you brought them up to your chest after sliding down the love seat just enough for you to not be sitting upright but not be lying down either. Mingyu did the same as he pushed his hand down the waistband of his underwear.

“Fuck…” you heard the man mutter under his breath before telling you, “Pull your shirt up, baby. I want to see you playing with your breasts and pinching your nipples.”

One hand still in your panties, you lifted the hem of your shirt up and bit down on it before adjusting the shirt for him to get a proper look at your tits. You held your breast and began kneading it while you traced circles over your clit. You could barely remember to pinch and twist your nipple the faster you toyed with your clit.

Your half-lidded, hazy eyes opened completely when you watched the man grip his crotch tightly and inhale sharply. He held one end of the loose boxers and pushed it to the side to reveal his thick, long cock. You couldn’t help but hold your own breath when you heard him groan lightly and especially after seeing his cock twitch before he held it tightly in his fist.

The two of you sat in bated silence. You kept toying your clit with your finger slowly while Mingyu squeezed and released his cock over and over again. You could help but roll your waist forward and spread your legs a little more, teasing the man by giving him a nice view of your glistening cunt. You thought that the sight would be enough to entice him to just give it to you good, but he didn’t budge. Instead he said, “Take it all off.”

“Only if you do, too,” you responded.

Mingyu smirked slightly. He gave you a light nod and stripped his shirt off him. Seconds later, the two of you were pressing your bare asses into the once cool, now warm, leather. Mingyu exhaled slowly and readjusted his position in the chair, his hand cupping and massaging his balls. You, on the other hand, decided to play your own game because, dammit, you really wanted to skip this foreplay and have him fuck our brains out. You sucked on your middle two fingers while spreading your folds.

“Play with yourself, baby,” he instructed.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a hot breath as you started playing with your sore clit again.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to keep your eyes on me.”

You opened your eyes and kept them glued on the man’s cock as he stroked it, pre-cum dribbling down his length. You sunk two of your fingers inside you and could practically feel your heartbeat in your cunt as you moved them slowly.

“What are you thinking about right now, honey?” Mingyu asked, his hand beginning to move up and down his cock.

“Your cock inside me… How it would feel to fuck me raw and mercilessly…”

“Tell me more, darling,” Mingyu groaned slightly, his hand moving the tiniest bit faster.

“How your fat cock would rip me to shreds,” you whimpered as you started curling your fingers inside you.

A low chuckle rumbled in the back of Mingyu’s throat. You were desperate for him, and he was thoroughly enjoying it. Mingyu started stroking himself faster, and you did your best to match his pace, your fingers rapidly rubbing inside you as you imagined him actually fucking you. However, just your imagination wasn’t enough.

“Gyu, my fingers aren’t enough,” you whined. “I want you in me…”

“You want me to fuck you silly? Until you feel like you can’t breathe?”

You chewed on your lower lip and nodded desperately, only making the man smirk.

“Not yet, darling,” he denied you with a groan. “Wanna see you make yourself cum, baby.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little sob as you tried your best. You desperately wanted to cum not just to get Mingyu to fuck you, but because you were also so freaking close. You bit your lower lip and started finger fucking yourself as rough as you possibly could, as rough as Mingyu would fuck you after this.

Mingyu was truly enjoying the sight of you practically breaking down in front of him. He loved the desperation on your face and the little whines and sobs you choked out. He ate up every little thing you did to the point where his cock couldn’t hold back anymore. Strings of cum spurt out of his cock sporadically and rolled down his knuckles as he continued to fuck his fist.

You thought that Mingyu would fuck you after he came, but no, he really did insist on you making yourself cum before he stuffed you full with his seed. You gripped your breast and bucked your hips up, hoping that would get your fingers to rub inside you just right. You leaned your head back and gasped, and your body finally reacted when you pulled your fingers out to rub your clit between them rapidly. You squeezed your legs together and felt your thighs tremble uncontrollably as you came hard, your cry echoing in the room.

“God, baby, you were so fucking sexy just now,” Mingyu commented after your high wore down and your head moved back down so you were looking at him.

“Gyu, please,” you nearly sobbed. “Fuck me, please…”

“Yes, honey. I’ll fuck you to heaven and back.”

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hey I need cheol to fuck and breed me stupid for doing well on my exams :(

Hit the Books, Hit the Sheets

Synopsis: Where after weeks with your face buried inside of books on the brink of exhaustion, however, when the day of the exam arrives, your hard work pays off as you receive notice of an outstanding grade—an A+. Overwhelmed with pride and joy, Seungcheol decides to reward you for your dedication. WC: 3.4k WARNINGS: Smut, mentions of body fluids, breeding, oral (f. receiving), praising, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, g'spot stimulation and lots and lots of praising (again).

Seungcheol walked into the apartment, tired from a long day's work. As he entered the living room, he noticed the familiar sight of you buried in your books, your face obscured by the pages. Concern tugged at his heartstrings as he observed the weariness etched on your features, the faint dark circles under your eyes telling a silent tale of your relentless study sessions.

"Baby," he called softly, approaching you with cautious steps. "You should take some rest. You've been at it all day."

You glanced up briefly, offering him a tired smile before returning your attention to the book in front of you. "I will, Seungcheol. Just a little more to go through."

Seungcheol sighed, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "You've been saying that for days now. I'm worried about you, sweetheart. You need to take care of yourself too."

Your brows furrowed slightly in concentration as you flipped another page, your mind fully consumed by the wealth of knowledge before you. "I know, Seungcheol. But I have exams coming up, and I need to be prepared."

He reached out, gently placing a hand on yours to stop your relentless flipping of pages. "I understand that, but pushing yourself too hard isn't healthy. You need to find a balance."

You met his concerned gaze, feeling a pang of guilt tug at your heart. "I'll rest after I finish this chapter, I promise."

Seungcheol sighed once more, realizing that his words were falling on deaf ears, your mind too deeply immersed in your studies to truly register his concerns. With a heavy heart, he leaned back against the pillows, silently watching as you continued to pour over your books, the weight of exhaustion evident in every line of your posture. He knew he couldn't force you to stop, but he hoped that eventually, you would realize the importance of taking care of yourself, even amidst the chaos of exams and deadlines.

s the days went by and Seungcheol noticed you becoming increasingly consumed by your studies, he took it upon himself to ensure you were taking care of your physical health as well. Despite your insistence on studying continuously, he made it a point to interrupt your sessions with nutritious snacks and meals.

He would gently tap you on the shoulder, interrupting your concentration momentarily as he placed a plate of fresh fruit or a homemade sandwich beside your books. "I brought you some snacks, sweetheart," he would say softly, a hint of concern in his voice.

You would offer him a grateful smile, pausing your reading momentarily to indulge in the nourishment he provided. Though your mind was still preoccupied with your studies, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

At dinner time, Seungcheol would coax you away from your desk, gently reminding you of the importance of taking a break and nourishing your body. He would prepare wholesome meals, ensuring that you ate enough to sustain your energy levels through the long hours of studying ahead.

As Seungcheol pulled up to the college campus, he turned to you with a reassuring smile. "You've got this, babe," he said, his voice filled with encouragement. "Just remember everything you've studied, and trust in yourself. I believe in you."

You nodded, feeling a surge of determination as you gripped his hand tightly. "Thank you, Seungcheol," you replied, your voice filled with gratitude. "I'll do my best."

With one last reassuring squeeze of your hand, Seungcheol watched as you stepped out of the car and made your way towards the college building. As you disappeared from view, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for the strength and resilience you displayed, even in the face of daunting challenges.

Once you were inside the campus, your phone began to buzz incessantly with messages from Seungcheol, each one filled with words of encouragement and love.

"Hey babe, you've got this! I believe in you!"

"Just a reminder that you're amazing and capable of anything, including acing this exam. I'm cheering for you all the way!"

"You're gonna ace that exam, my love! Make me proud!"

With each message that popped up on your screen, you felt a surge of confidence and determination. Seungcheol's unwavering support served as a constant source of motivation, driving you to give it your all during the exam.

You settle into your seat, the words of Seungcheol echoing in your mind like a comforting melody. With a determined click of your pen, you begin to write, each stroke of ink on paper fueled by his unwavering belief in you. As you tackle the exam questions with a newfound sense of confidence, memories of Seungcheol flash before your eyes, reminding you that you are capable of overcoming any challenge that comes your way.

Hours pass in a blur of concentration and determination, until finally, you complete the exam and hand it to your professor. It's almost ironic how quickly he corrects your paper, mere minutes compared to the weeks of intense study that preceded this moment. But as you sit in your seat once again, waiting for the final grade, you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you gave it your all, guided by the unwavering support of Seungcheol.

Heart pounding in your chest, you rise from your seat as your teacher calls your name to receive your exam. With trembling hands, you accept the paper, barely able to contain the anticipation bubbling within you. As your eyes scan the page, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the A+ adorned with a red circle, a silent testament to your hard work and dedication.

"Thank you," you manage to whisper to your teacher, a grateful smile gracing your lips as you swiftly exit the classroom. Once outside, you find a secluded spot and press your knuckles against your mouth to stifle a scream of joy, tears of relief and happiness pricking at the corners of your eyes.

With trembling fingers, you dial Seungcheol's number, the night's breeze swirling around you as you wait anxiously for him to pick up. Finally, his voice fills your ears, sweet and familiar, as he greets you with a warmth that washes over you like a comforting embrace.

"Hey, how did it go?" he asks eagerly, his excitement palpable even through the phone.

You take a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush as you share the news. "I got an A+, Seungcheol! I did it!"

On the other end of the line, you can practically hear Seungcheol's jubilant celebration, his joyous jumps echoing through the receiver. "That's amazing, sweetheart! I knew you could do it!"

He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice filled with determination. "Don't move, okay? I'm coming to pick you up right now. We're going to celebrate at your favorite restaurant."

In a matter of minutes, Seungcheol's car pulls up in front of the college, and you can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you spot him stepping out of the driver's seat. His face lights up with a beaming smile as he rushes towards you, his arms outstretched for a big hug.

You meet him halfway, throwing yourself into his embrace as he lifts you off the ground in a tight squeeze. The warmth of his hug envelops you, filling you with a sense of comfort and joy as you revel in the moment.

"Congratulations, my love," he murmurs into your ear, his voice filled with pride and admiration. "I'm so proud of you."

As he sets you back down, he takes your hand and leads you towards the car, opening the door for you with a flourish. "Let's go celebrate," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "But first, you need to eat well. You've earned it."

With a grateful smile, you climb into the car beside him.

After a celebratory dinner at your favorite restaurant with Seungcheol, you return home feeling content and relaxed. The warmth of the hot water soothes your tired muscles as you sink into the bath, letting the steam envelop you in a cocoon of relaxation. With each passing minute, the stress of the day melts away, leaving you feeling lighter and more at ease.

Once you've finished your bath, you towel off and before climbing into bed beside Seungcheo, and you can't help but smile as you watch him play on his phone. But when he senses your presence, he quickly tosses the device aside and turns his attention to you, his lips finding their way to your face in a trail of soft kisses.

You giggle at his affectionate display, enjoying the gentle caress of his lips against your skin as he peppers kisses down your face, tracing a path along your jawline and down to your neck. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but laugh at the ticklish sensation.

But as his kisses linger on your neck, you feel a sudden rush of sensitivity, a soft moan escaping your lips involuntarily. Seungcheol's eyes light up at the sound, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze.

He chuckles softly, his lips trailing lower along your neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses in their wake. "Since you've been so amazing today," he murmurs against your skin, "I think it's only fair that I give you a reward."

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his touch ignite a fire within you, anticipation building with each passing second. "And what might that be?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

As he reaches your belly, he gently pushes up your jersey, granting him full access to your clothed pussy. Your body trembles with anticipation as his gaze locks with yours, his eyes filled with an intense hunger that sends a shiver of excitement coursing through you.

Without hesitation, Seungcheol lowers himself even further, his lips brushing against the fabric covering your clit. A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel the warmth of his breath against your most sensitive area.

With a teasing grin, Seungcheol leans in closer, his tongue flicking out to trace a slow stripe along your clothed clit. You flinch, moving your hips impatiently to feel his tongue. 

As Seungcheol removes your panties and spreads your legs wide open, anticipation pulses through your veins, your body thrumming with desire. When his wet and hot tongue makes contact with your clit, you throw your head back, a moan escaping your lips.

"Mmm…" you moan, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You can feel the sensitivity of your clit heightened after days of intense studying, your body craving the release that only Seungcheol can provide.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as his tongue flicks your clit with increasing speed. The pleasure builds and builds, each stroke of his tongue driving you closer to the edge.

"Ah! Oh god, Seungcheol," you cry out, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you, your body teetering on the brink of release.

As you gasp for breath, you plead with him, your voice dripping with desperation. "I'm gonna cum, Seungcheol. Please, please!"

With a primal growl, Seungcheol redoubles his efforts, sucking your pussy with an intensity that leaves you trembling, you could listen to the sound he made while he slurped your cunt. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you past the point of no return as you finally cum in his tongue. 

"Oh, Seungcheol," you pant, your thighs tightening around his head as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. "You're... you're amazing. So good... so fucking good."

As Seungcheol continues to lavish attention on your sensitive pussy, your thighs instinctively tighten around his head, riding the waves of your orgasm with abandon. Each flick of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, intensifying the sensations to dizzying heights.

But as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, your body convulses with oversensitivity, the overwhelming sensation bordering on pain. With a shaky breath, you finally manage to choke out a plea.

"Seungcheol, please... stop," you whimper, your voice laced with need and desperation. 

Seungcheol pulls away reluctantly, his hands moving to grasp your boobs as he gazes down at you with a hungry glint in his eyes. You meet his gaze, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggle to regain your composure.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "I could eat you out forever."

A blush creeps onto your cheeks at his words, but a surge of arousal floods through you at the praise. With a coy smile, you reach out to trace a finger along his jawline, the intimacy of the moment igniting a fire within you.

"You're amazing" you whisper, your voice husky with desire. 

His eyes darken with desire at your words, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "I'll always make you feel good, baby" he murmurs against your lips. "You're mine, and I'll take care of you forever."

As your lips meld in a heated, passionate kiss, you feel Seungcheol's tongue eagerly seeking entrance, his lips sucking and teasing yours. With a soft whimper, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as desire courses through your veins.

Seungcheol breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he gazes down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "What do you want, babygirl?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

You whimper softly, your body pulsing with need as you meet his gaze with a hunger of your own. "I need you," you whisper, your voice trembling with desire. "I need you to fuck me, Seungcheol. I need you to make me yours." At this point, you were completely crazy for him, after all these days without his touch that you craved so much. 

A hungry grin spreads across Seungcheol's lips as he leans in closer, his hands moving to grip your hips possessively. "Oh, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with desire. "I'm going to please you all night long. You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel so fucking good."

With a needy moan, you arch your back, pressing your body closer to his as you feel the heat of his arousal pressing against you. "Yes!" you whimper, your voice barely a whisper. "Please, Seungcheol."

Seungcheol's sweatpants fall to the floor, revealing his throbbing erection, wet and glistening with anticipation. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him, your body trembling with need as you ache for him to fill you completely.

With a low groan, Seungcheol positions himself between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance, the anticipation sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he begins to enter you, his massive cock stretching you to your limits as you gasp at the sensation.

As he inches deeper inside you, Seungcheol's voice fills the air, his words dripping with pride and admiration. "I'm so proud of you, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "You've worked so hard, and you deserve to be rewarded."

His words send a surge of warmth flooding through you, your heart swelling with love and gratitude for this man who stands before you, ready to give you everything you desire. With each thrust, he praises your efforts, his words driving you wild with desire.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, baby," he growls, his voice filled with primal need. "I'm going to make you feel every inch of me, the way you deserve it."

With each thrust, Seungcheol's words of love and admiration fill the room, mingling with the sounds of your moans and the wet slaps of your bodies coming together.

"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, as he drives himself deeper into you.

"You worked so hard," he praises, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment, as if he's trying to convey his love and appreciation through every thrust.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice a soft caress against your skin, as he loses himself in the pleasure of being with you.

With every word, every declaration of love, Seungcheol's thrusts become more intense, more desperate, as if he's trying to pour all of his love and desire into you with each movement of his body.

"I love you!" he repeats, his voice a mantra of devotion as he continues to move inside you

As your cheeks flush with embarrassment, Seungcheol's gaze softens, his fingers gently caressing your hair with a tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. His cock continues to pound into your g-spot with precision, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body, leaving you unable to do anything but moan and whimper in ecstasy.

"You like that, baby?" he coos, his voice low and husky with desire. "You like the way my cock feels inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again?"

You can only nod in response, your words lost in a sea of pleasure as Seungcheol's relentless thrusts drive you closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

"That's it," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as he continues to drive into you with unbridled passion. "Just let go, baby. Let me take care of you. I'll make you feel so good, I promise."

With each word, each caress, Seungcheol's cock pounds into you with an intensity that leaves you breathless, your body writhing beneath him as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure he provides. 

"Oh, fuck," Seungcheol groans, his voice strained with pleasure as he feels your pussy spasming around him, the clenching sensation making him stutter in his movements. "You feel so good, baby. So tight and wet around my cock."

As you roll your eyes back in ecstasy, lost in the pleasure of his thrusts, Seungcheol's words become more desperate, more urgent.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he gasps, his hips thrusting faster and harder, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. "I can't hold back anymore, baby. I'm gonna cum so hard for you."

"Please, Seungcheol," you whimper, your voice dripping with desperation as you circle your clit, trying to milk him for all he's worth. "Cum for me, baby. I need to feel you come inside me."

Seungcheol's eyes squeeze shut tight, a curse slipping past his lips as he feels your pussy clenching around him harder, the sensation driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Cumming," he gasps, his voice a ragged whisper as he empties himself inside you, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. 

As Seungcheol's hot cum fills your cunt, you can't help but moan in ecstasy at the sensation of his cock pushing the cum deeper and deeper inside you. The overwhelming pleasure sends waves of ecstasy crashing over you, driving you to the brink of another orgasm.

"Fuck," you mumble, already overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. "Keep fucking your cum inside me, Seungcheol. I need it. I need all of you."

Seungcheol's moan is almost pained as he buries his face in your neck, his body trembling with desire at your words. "God, yes," he groans, his voice thick with need.

Seungcheol watches with satisfaction as he withdraws his cock from your pussy, his gaze lingering on the sight of his cum dripping from your wet and messy cunt. A sense of pride washes over him as he takes in the fucked-out expression on your face, knowing that he's given you the release you so desperately needed after days of exhaustion.

Your relaxed demeanor is like a reward to him, a testament to his ability to bring you pleasure and satisfaction even in the midst of your busiest and most stressful times. He can't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that he's been able to fuck every last bit of tension out of you, leaving you looking and feeling more relaxed than you have in days.

"I love you," you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

Seungcheol's eyes soften at your words, a tender smile spreading across his face as he reaches out to cup your cheek. "I love you too," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

blindsided ꩜ wonwoo x reader.

── .✦ 💌 includes: fem!reader, office worker!wonwoo, alternate universe: office, pining, in denial!wonwoo, lewd thoughts, alcohol, making out, hand job, loss of virginity, praise kink, aftercare.

── .✦ 📟 inspired by THE business proposal scene. we all know which one, but gif attached anyway ♡︎ wc: 2,700

── .✦ 🚏 MDNI. 18+ CONTENT.

(Or: The three times Wonwoo keeps his glasses on, and the one time he doesn't.)

Wonwoo knows he's done for the moment that you walk in for your first day.

Despite his bad eyesight, he's not blind. He can tell when somebody is hot, and you fit that bill. Sue him.

Still, he tries to rationalize. There's not a lot of good-looking people in the company's IT department. That's probably it, he thinks to himself, as you smile warmly and introduce yourself to everyone.

Wonwoo has just been deprived of good views. That's it. That's all.

As you go to do rounds, he tries to focus on troubleshooting the network issue that some higher-up has been complaining about. But then you get to him, expecting his name, and Wonwoo suddenly can't bring himself to care about the DNS check he's supposed to be running.

"Jeon Wonwoo," he says in a perfectly level voice. "Welcome to the company."

Your face lights up. "Oh! I think you're the one who's supposed to be training me on the new systems."

Right. His boss had mentioned this. Something about onboarding the newbies. And Wonwoo had said yes, because that was just the type of person he was.

Fan-fucking-tastic, Wonwoo thinks as he gives you a quick once-over.

He manages to look bored as he does it. Almost scrutinizing. Truthfully, Wonwoo is not-so discreetly checking you out. The crisp white blouse, the tight pencil skirt, the black stockings.

So help him, God.

"Hope you can keep up," Wonwoo says for the lack of better thing to say.

The easy smile on your face remains, like you're unperturbed by Wonwoo's infamously cool demeanor. Somehow, that makes things infinitely worse.

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you leave to meet other people. He tries very, very hard not to watch the way your hips move as you walk away.

You're good, he'll give you that.

Wonwoo, once again, tries to make excuses. One had to be good in this field of work, in this company. You're not an exception; you're supposed to be the norm.

Even as the thought crosses his mind, he knows it's not entirely true.

There's one too many nepotism babies and pushovers who barely survive performance evaluations. But you're good. Eager to learn. Sharp in all the right places.

Wonwoo is a little bit jealous.

He doesn't have time to dwell on it, though, in between training you on the company's cloud service models and hammering out the new machine learning workflows.

And so he keeps his head down, and he points out the bugs in your codes, and he chalks up his initial attraction as a moment of weakness.

That is, until the two of you are last to leave the office on an unassuming Tuesday evening.

The two of you had gotten in to some long-winded debate about the future of AI. Wonwoo is only made acutely aware about how much time has passed when the janitor shuts off the lights, assuming everyone has gone home. You giggle; Wonwoo cracks the smallest of smiles.

As you both emerge from the company building, Wonwoo's glasses fog up.

It's a normal enough occurrence that he shouldn't be annoyed but it's also a little bit embarrassing. He's used to going home late, to being alone when he does this little ritual of his.

He's just about to take off his glasses when you do it for him.

There's nothing much he can do or say as you gently tug the glasses off his face, as you use a corner of your blouse to swipe off the condensation on the lenses. You're saying something— something about this being the most annoying thing about wearing glasses, about knowing the struggle— but Wonwoo can't hear it.

His gaze is fixed on your lithe fingers and the careful way they hold his specs. Something sparks in the back of his head. A thought, unbidden. How those fingers would look so much better wrapped around his—

Jesus. Wonwoo swallows hard as you hold out his glasses back to him.

The look on his face must be odd, because you're suddenly apologetic. "I must have overstepped," you say sheepishly.

Overstepped?

Wonwoo is pretty sure he's the one overstepping. He's the one imagining you bent over his desk, after all, where he'd be more than happy to keep two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

Instead, Wonwoo mumbles "you're good" as he puts his glasses back on just a little too forcefully. The nose pad presses in to his skin and leaves the smallest of marks, but he figures he deserves it with how he's being.

Wonwoo decides that maybe he's just repressed.

He's always been too busy to sleep around, to sleep with anyone, so this is just some twisted form of karmic justice. To have someone so desirable within sight but not within reach.

He asks for Mingyu to start setting him up on dates. His best friend is a little too glad to comply.

Wonwoo goes on about four before giving up.

Because it doesn't matter if he ends the night with a heated kiss or a mouth around his cock. Every single time, with each girl, he can only picture his company's drab cubicles, fingers flying across a keyboard, clicks of heels on a floor. (You, you, you.)

Things only go from bad to worse when the company celebrates its annual Christmas party at some swanky speakeasy. The alcohol is free-flowing, and God knows that Wonwoo needs it— because you're certainly not doing him any favors.

Your dress is a touch too short, and your smile is pretty, and Wonwoo really needs to get his head out of the goddamn gutter. He cannot, should not be fantasizing about what it would be like to drag you in to the alleyway outside, to hitch up your leg around his waist, to finally feel his aching hardness slide in to your—

"Wonwoo?"

He starts. It's a good thing he downed his drink earlier. Otherwise, he might've spilled his cuba libre all over the front of your purple dress.

You're squinting at him, a playful sort of grin on your face. For a moment, he terrified you've read his mind, but then you're slurring out, "Your glass is empty."

"That it is," Wonwoo says dryly. He lets you lead him over to the bar.

As the two of you wait for his drink to be made, you pull the rug out from underneath Wonwoo once again.

It happens so fast. One moment, you're discussing go-to karaoke songs; the next, you're grabbing his spectacles and trying them on for yourself.

They're ill-fitting on you and the frames don't match your face shape. Wonwoo nearly winces when you awkwardly try to adjust them by the temples.

"Your eyesight is a lot worse than I thought," you whine— a whine, my God. Wonwoo wants to die then and there.

When his whiskey sour is served, Wonwoo shoots it back and promptly orders another one.

"How do I look?" you prompt, tilting your head to one side.

For a moment, Wonwoo contemplates telling the truth.

You look like sin, he could say. You look like you'd make the prettiest sounds if your back was up against the door of the bar bathroom, if his hands were feeling you up over your dress, if his mouth was leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat.

Wonwoo shakes his head. He's definitely not drunk enough to be saying all that.

"Fine," he grumbles. "You look fine."

Once you've had your fun, once his glasses are back on his face and you're off to charm whoever the hell else, he'll wish he could have been a little more truthful.

Here's the thing: For all of Wonwoo's intelligence as the company's go-to IT guy, he's still pretty oblivious where it matters.

He doesn't realize that you don't really give two shits about AI, that you're only staying so late at work for him. He doesn't pick up that your party dress had been purple because he had offhandedly mentioned once that it was his favorite color.

All of those little things only hit him when he finds you standing outside his apartment, looking mildly miffed. "How much longer do I have to flirt with you, Jeon Wonwoo?" you demand.

Oh. Oh.

"Not another day more," Wonwoo promises as he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you in to his flat. He thanks all the higher powers in the universe that Mingyu has decided to buzz off for the night.

Wonwoo's mouth is on yours the moment the door shuts behind you. It's messy, all clashing teeth and warring tongues. The sudden force of it has you reeling back a step.

His fingers find purchase at your hips, right over the very skirt of his wildest fantasies. You tilt your head like you're trying to deepen the kiss— only to have your forehead bump against his glasses.

You make a sound of protest against his mouth and he swears he sees stars.

Without missing a beat, Wonwoo lifts one of his hands just long enough to pull his glasses off. He casts them aside unceremoniously. He'll buy a new pair if he has to.

He's back to kissing you before you can even open your eyes.

By some miracle, the two of you make it to his bedroom.

It's only then that Wonwoo manages to tear himself away from your mouth, looking slightly panicked.

You're pinned underneath him, the top buttons of your blouse already undone. And you're a vision— your hair splayed out underneath you, your chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. Wonwoo has to resist the physical urge to keep making out with you.

"I—" he chokes out. "I haven't—"

Thank God you're smarter than him, because you immediately get what he's trying to say. You prop yourself up by your elbows to look at him. "We don't have to," you say carefully, your fingers curling around his bicep.

"That's the thing." He doesn't even bother to hide how desperate he sounds. "I kind of really fucking want to."

The smile you give him then makes his heart stutter. He resolves to unpack that later.

Right now, he focuses on the way you pull off his slacks, the way you spit in to your palm, the way you dip your hand past his boxers and—

"Holy shit," he exhales, because this is definitely leagues better than his imagination.

You're watching his every reaction as you slide the curve of your palm against him, as your fingers close and squeeze and tug, and it takes absolutely everything in Wonwoo not to flip your positions.

He prays for patience; he prays for grace. He prays that he doesn't finish just from a goddamn handjob.

Once you've deemed him sufficiently hard, the two of you do switch positions. Wonwoo reaches in to his bedside drawer for the condom that's been sitting there for months. (Mingyu, the cheeky bastard, had left it there as a gift. Wonwoo has never been more grateful for his best friend.)

Wonwoo snaps it on with a lot less finesse than he would've wanted. Soon enough, he's hovering over you, his fingers curled in to a white-knuckled grip around his sheets.

"I should probably stretch you out a bit," he whispers, his voice strained with the effort it's taking to keep himself together

But you shake your head, your hands catching in his dark locks as you practically drag him down. "Wonwoo, I swear," you whine. "If you don't fuck me this instant—"

It's not the hands in his hair that does it. Not the bluntness of your words.

It's that stupid, stupid whine.

Wonwoo thrusts in to you without preamble, and the scream catches in your throat as he fills you up.

"Fucking take it, then," he hisses.

Wonwoo was a bit worried that his inexperience would get in the way, but there's one thing he seems to have in common with you: He can be a pretty quick learner, too.

His thrusts are a bit clumsy and erratic, but he figures out what you like based on the sounds that you make, the way that you move.

You arch your hips up whenever he bottoms out. You whimper whenever his balls slap in to the cleft of your ass. And when his fingers finally find your bundles of nerves, you say his name so beautifully.

"Just like that, Wonu," you gasp, rendered incapable of saying his full name. He likes the way it sounds, so he rewards you with another sharp thrust. You babble on, "Fuck, yeah. That's good. You're so fucking good."

Something inside him burns, then. Enough to have him picking up the pace, to have him pressing the calloused pads of his fingers in to every inch of bare skin that he can reach.

You seem to notice his renewed vigor, and the minx that you are— despite the fact you're being fucked stupid— you give him more.

You moan that he's perfect and doing so well and so fucking hot, and his cock only bullies in to you harder with every pretty word.

"I'm not going to last—" Wonwoo warns through gritted teeth, his grip bruising on your hip. "I'm not going to last much longer if you keep talking to me like that."

His fingers are already fumbling; his pace, stuttering. He's not sure how much more praise he can take, but then you have to go and whimper about how badly you've wanted him, just like this—

Wonwoo manages to bottom out just one more time before coming undone.

The feeling of him twitching inside you, of him panting against the side of your neck, has you following not long after. It's absolutely torturous, the way you clamp down on him like you're squeezing him dry.

Wonwoo gathers his bearings enough to pull out. He heaves out a sigh and falls back on to his bed beside you, his own thighs still shaking a bit from all the effort he's exerted.

A beat. Neither of you speak; you're both too busy catching your breath, coming down from your respective highs.

But then you're sitting up, moving, and Wonwoo physically feels his heart drop.

"Where are you going?" he stammers. He can't even bring himself to sound cool about the prospect of this just being a one-time thing.

You put him out of his misery rather swiftly. At the foot of his bed, you pause, take one look at his face, and then soften significantly. Your gentle pat to his ankle is a welcome reprieve.

"We should clean up," you tell him, somehow managing to reassure his unspoken fears. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Ah— first door down the hall."

You don't pull on any of your clothes as you go, so Wonwoo doesn't bother to hide the way he watches you leave.

Once you're out his bedroom door, Wonwoo suddenly feels boneless. He sinks further in to his bed and contemplates how the hell he's going to go about this— whatever this is.

Wonwoo's overthinking is cut short when you bound back in to his room, your hands behind your back. He barely has any time to speak before your lips are on his.

It's a sweet kiss, one that catches him off-guard. He's frozen for only a millisecond before his eyes flutter close and he melts right in to you, his hand resting at the side of your face.

It's not quite the answer that he's looking for, but it's a close thing.

When you peel away, his head rises from his pillow, desperately chasing your mouth. You let out a tinkling sort of laugh before pulling your hands out from behind you— and placing his glasses on for him.

Wonwoo blinks confusedly underneath his lenses.

"Just need to make sure that you can see what you're getting in to," you tease as you push his hair out of his forehead.

He just looks at you for a second. And oh, is he done for.

"Yeah," he breathes. "I see you."

Title from James Joint by Rihanna

Summary: Weed always makes you a bit looselipped, especially around your two best friends, Wonwoo and Seungcheol.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~4.1k

Warnings: weed smoking, shotgunning, swearing, sex while high, best friend threesome, wonwoo’s cold hands, dom cheol, switch wonwoo, fingering, oral f. rec., restraining (they hold reader down), size kink, they both have big dicks (i yam who i yam), finger sucking, cum eating, crying, voyeurism, male masturbation, squirting, lots of fluid talk, unexpected feelings (as in i didnt expect them) 

Reader Notes: she/her pronouns used, breasts, vagina, sub, wap

“You know what I miss?” You ask rhetorically from your place on the floor, taking a drag and preparing to give them your answer whether they want it or not. “Cumming.”

Their eyes grow wide, Wonwoo shifting in his seat and Seungcheol giving you an appraising look. 

“Do you not do it by yourself?” Seungcheol asks quietly. 

“No I do, all the time, but it’s just not the same,” you sigh as you lean back against the couch, passing the blunt to Wonwoo and missing the trembling of his hands. 

“You miss cumming with someone else?” Wonwoo asks, exhaling the smoke-wrapped question. 

“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, watching as Wonwoo hands the blunt to Seungcheol, who wraps his plump lips around the tip and takes a deep pull. 

They stare at you, not that you notice, too caught up in precious memories of a time when you weren’t the one taking care of yourself. 

You do catch them sharing a look, communicating silently and coming to some sort of decision just as Seungcheol passes you the blunt. 

“We can do it, if you want,” Wonwoo offers. 

“You can do what?” you ask absentmindedly, blowing out smoke and picking at a loose thread on your pajama pants. 

“We can make you cum,” Seungcheol clarifies, his face straight and serious but his eyes fiery. 

You only need a few seconds to consider. 

“Okay. How do you wanna do this?” 

“Why don’t you let us worry about that, hm?” Wonwoo asks gently.

You nod, tongue tied and a bit lightheaded already, watching as Wonwoo drags the coffee table out of the way and Seungcheol starts rolling up his sleeves. 

You wonder if you should warn them how wet you get when you’re high, but decide to let them find out for themselves, like a little surprise. 

You’re already wet, you can tell, feeling the slickness dampening your panties. Who could blame you though, when Wonwoo’s crouching in front of you, his eyes hazy behind his glasses and his big hands slowly moving toward the hem of your shirt. 

Seungcheol is watching from the side, having moved from his chair to sit on the floor a few feet from you, and you hold his gaze as Wonwoo drags your shirt up. 

You can see his pupils dilate, and you remember you took your bra off before they arrived. 

“Can you guys take your shirts off too?” You ask, lifting your hips so Wonwoo can pull your pajama pants off. “I’m not self conscious, you’re just hot.”

Seungcheol smirks and reaches a hand behind his head, whipping his top off and tossing it to the couch. It lands behind you, and damn, he smells so good, and then Wonwoo takes his shirt off too, and shit, his abs are right there. 

Right there, and already under your hand, and you’re not sure when that happened, but fuck are you glad it did.  

“That’s nice,” you whisper, petting Wonwoo’s stomach and feeling more wetness seep into the seat of your panties. 

You honestly forgot they took off your pants until you hear Cheol groan, and look over to find him staring between your legs with his lip bitten between his teeth. 

His plump, red bottom lip that you’ve always wanted to taste, always wanted to sink your teeth into, and it occurs to you that you can. 

Now, if you want. 

So you reach one hand out, the other still on Wonwoo’s abs, and wait for Seungcheol to shuffle over. 

Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats, tugging him closer until you can lean up and capture that plush lip between yours. He groans into your mouth as you dig your teeth into his soft flesh, and you moan when he slides his tongue into your mouth. 

Or maybe you moaned because of the cold fingers on your nipple, tweaking and rolling and pinching. 

You’re really not sure. 

Your mind is foggy with the smoke still floating around the room, and you pull away from Seungcheol to grab the blunt on the side table. 

Taking a drag, you watch as Wonwoo kicks his sweats off, his hard dick pushing against his boxer briefs and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, thank goodness. 

You lean in, holding your breath, and press your lips to his, exhaling the smoke into his mouth with a sigh. 

You don’t want to forget about Seungcheol, so you break the kiss and take another hit, sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling him close to give him the same treatment. 

His groan rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against the hand you place on it, his skin warm and toned under your palm, and you bite his lip again before breaking away to take one final drag. 

The blunt’s almost done, so you pass it to Wonwoo, who takes a hit and closes his eyes before handing it to Seungcheol, who breathes the smoke in deep and leans in to blow it into your mouth. 

You feel like you’re swimming, high from the weed and from their hands on you, and you let out a contented sigh as Wonwoo starts tugging your underwear down. 

His eyes track the fabric as it slides over your skin, and you suspect he may not be ready to look at you bare yet. You pull him into a kiss so he doesn’t have to, one of your hands on his chest and the other playing with the waistband of Seungcheol’s sweats, and you feel more than hear Wonwoo ask, “Can I?” as his hand trails up your leg. 

You breathe out a yes against his lips, tilting your hips into his touch when his fingers tentatively slide along your slit. 

Wonwoo works you open slowly while Seungcheol kisses your neck, drifting lower and lower, pushing Wonwoo’s head down when he gets in the way. Wonwoo takes the hint and slides down to lay on his stomach, pushing your thighs apart so he can fit in between, and you gently pull his glasses off and set them on the couch so they don’t get wet. He thanks you with a kiss to your inner thigh and leans in until you can feel his breath on your pussy, before looking up at you. 

The look on his face, open and wanting and reverent, steals your breath. You’re starting to wonder if maybe there’s something he’s not telling you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he finally licks into you. 

Fuck, his tongue is perfect, so good so so so-

You can feel Wonwoo and Seungcheol laugh, and realize you’d said that out loud, but now that you’ve started, you just can’t stop.  

“Wonwoo, yes, fuck, please can you-,” you suck in a gasp as two long fingers sink inside you, clenching around them already and bucking your hips into his hand. 

“You really did miss this, huh?” Seungcheol chuckles, wrapping those plump lips around your nipple and sucking until you squirm. His fingers play with the other, tugging harder than Wonwoo did, and you arch your back, pressing into his warm touch. 

You’re close already, opening your mouth to warn them but whimpering instead when Wonwoo curls his fingers inside you and suctions his mouth around your clit. 

Your hips jump when he works in another finger, colder and thicker and longer than yours, and you love it, you love it all. 

“So good, Wonwoo, you’re so good,” you whine, pitch raising when you feel him groan into your pussy. 

The vibrations feel incredible, and you can feel your clit starting to pulse under his tongue, sending your hips into his face again. 

That begins a delicious feedback loop of you grinding against his tongue and him moaning into you, and with a long, hard pinch of Seungcheol’s warm fingers around your nipple, you fall over the edge. 

Fuck, it feels like you cum forever, wave after blissful wave of sensations hitting you, and you know you’re crying, know you’re babbling, know you’re near sobbing their names, but you can’t stop. 

You’ll never be able to stop if Wonwoo keeps his tongue on you and his fingers curled like that, and you sigh gratefully as he helps you ride it out and then slowly pulls away. 

Your face crumples when you see him suck your wetness off his fingers, and scrunches further when Seungcheol replaces him between your legs. 

“Mind if I have a taste too, baby? Think you can cum again?” he asks softly, lips hovering a few inches from your pussy. 

“Can we rearrange a bit first?” you ask, voice a bit raspy from smoking and then moaning so much. 

They nod, waiting for you to tug them into place. 

Your second orgasm always hits harder than your first, and you know you’ll need Wonwoo to ground you when Seungcheol starts, so you sit up and bring Wonwoo behind you, pulling his hand until he settles at your back, his legs stretching out alongside yours and his arms wrapping around you. 

You feel safer like this, pressed up against his chest and cocooned in his arms, able to feel his lungs rise and fall and his heartbeat against yours.  

Keeping one of his hands beneath yours on your sternum, you let the other wander, and it immediately finds your breasts again, testing the softness of them and exploring how the flesh dents under his fingers. 

Seungcheol’s just been watching this all unfold, sitting on his knees and waiting for you to give him the go ahead. His thighs look so thick, his hard dick trying to push through the fleece of his sweatpants, and you almost want to keep him like this just so you can look at him. 

“You’re so pretty, Cheol,” you whisper, tilting your head back onto Wonwoo’s shoulder and squeezing his hand with yours. 

Seungcheol blushes, face remaining stoic but the tips of his ears turning red, and he waves you off as he lays on his stomach between your thighs. He grunts when he realizes the angle isn’t very good with you sitting up, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what he wants to do. 

“Baby, hold your legs up so Wonwoo can cross his,” he waits for you both to move before pulling each of your legs down to hook over Wonwoo’s knees. 

You’re fully spread out like this; you can feel the air on your wet pussy, feel Wonwoo’s hard cock pressing into your back, and you should feel exposed, but you just feel dizzy with need instead. 

Seungcheol tugs you closer to his face, making your thighs strain as they spread wider over Wonwoo’s legs, and you try not to pant as he sucks kisses into your hips. He chuckles when you whine and try to get closer to his face, unable to get far with your legs spread as they are, and finally decides to have mercy, pulling your lips apart with his thumbs and licking a broad stripe up your cunt. 

He swirls his tongue over your clit and you want to buck into him, but you really can’t move, especially as Wonwoo holds you tighter against him, so you talk instead. 

“Cheol, please, can I have your fingers? I feel empty,” you moan, near ready to give up all your dignity and beg. 

He pulls away, and through lust gritted teeth grinds out, “Aw, our baby feels empty? Wonwoo, should we let her have what she wants?“ 

You shiver at the depth and tone of his voice, and it becomes a full body shudder when Wonwoo answers, “Of course we should, she asked so nicely. Said please and everything.” 

His words trail off at the end, whispered into your neck as he lays kisses over your skin, bites his marks into your shoulders. 

Seungcheol hums around your clit, brings a hand up and sinks three thick fingers inside, pushing through your tightness to curl into your g-spot. 

You keen through the stretch, your heart thudding harder against Wonwoo’s hand, and Seungcheol grins into you, watching as your pussy opens up to take his fingers. 

“So fucking good for us, aren’t you?” Seungcheol breathes, licking your wetness off his lips before diving in to paint them with you again. 

“So good, baby, taking it so well,” Wonwoo sighs against your throat, his lips drifting up and down your soft skin. 

“She tastes fucking delicious, doesnt she, Wonwoo?” Seungcheol goads, reminding Wonwoo he’s not the one with his tongue on you, and Wonwoo glares at him, pushes him away from you by the forehead, and slides his fingers onto your clit. 

You jump at the feeling, his calluses dragging on your skin as he rubs circles into you, and Seungcheol just shrugs before sinking down further and shoving his tongue inside you with the next thrust of his fingers. 

Crying out, your hand shoots down to fist in Seungcheol’s hair and pull him closer to you. He follows, spreading his fingers so he can get as much of his tongue in you as possible, groaning when a fresh wave of arousal hits his face. 

You’re close again, so close already, and you don’t think you can speak, can barely even move, enough to tell them before your vision blurs and you cum with a wail. 

Your hips jerk uncontrollably, into their touch and then away, and Wonwoo holds you down through it all. Your body squirms in his arms, but he’s too strong for you to get anywhere, and you have no choice but to take the pleasure they’re giving you. 

You cum for what you fear might be hours, shivering in Wonwoo’s arms and clenching down tight around Seungcheol’s fingers, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face, dripping into your open mouth. Your wail cuts out, taken over by a gasp as Seungcheol curls his fingers into your g-spot again. 

You can tell he wants to go for a third, but as you regain your breath and your capacity for complex thought, you realize you have something else in mind.

“I want you to fuck me,” you plead weakly with a pout. 

“This was supposed to just be about you, baby,” Seungcheol reminds you. 

“Yeah,” you say, confused, “I want you to fuck me, how is that not about me?” 

Wonwoo shifts to sit in front of you, glancing at Seungcheol out of the corner of his eye before his gaze lands on you, “She’s got a point.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve wanted to fu-“ 

Wonwoo clears his throat, glaring sideways before smoothing his hands down your body in contemplation. 

“Me first, then you?” he asks Seungcheol absently, his eyes caught on your curves. 

“Fine, but you can’t cum inside,” Seungcheol stipulates firmly, to which Wonwoo nods in all seriousness. 

“Deal,” they voice in unison with a shake of their hands. 

You stare incredulously, but suppose you shouldn’t be surprised they’re approaching this like a game between friends. 

Because they are friends, best friends, and you’re their best friend too, and this is all just a game, a game that you definitely won’t think about in the shower, or on the way home from work, or when you’re lying in your cold bed alone at night.

Definitely not. 

But maybe every once in a while, as a treat, you think as Wonwoo tugs you down to lay flat on the floor and starts pushing inside of you, his size a shock to your system even though you literally saw his massive dick with your own eyes. 

You stretch around him, cringing slightly at the sting, and he pulls your ass to rest in his lap, fucking into you slowly until he bottoms out. You jump when you feel a hand snake between your legs, not realizing you closed your eyes. 

You open them to find Seungcheol staring at you with his fingers on your clit. He holds your gaze, lip pulled between his teeth again, and circles over your swollen bundle of nerves with warm, sturdy fingers. 

“You good, baby?” Wonwoo asks gently, waiting for your nod to pull his hips back until he can see his cock glistening with you. He slides back in gradually, giving you time to adjust, though you can feel his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and know you must be tight around him. You squeeze down, just for fun, just to hear him moan, and he does, curling over you and dropping his face into your neck. 

The space narrows between you, pressing Seungcheol’s fingers into you harder, and when the new angle forces the head of Wonwoo’s cock into your g-spot, you yelp and writhe beneath him. He soothes you with his hands running up and down your sternum and breathes,”I know, baby, I know,” into your throat before straightening up again, pulling back, and thrusting in a bit harder.

It’s like you can feel Wonwoo’s cock in your throat, he’s so big inside you, but you love it, can’t get enough, buck your hips into his until he’s really fucking you, fucking you like he wants. 

You want it too, you realize, have wanted it for months, years, maybe the whole time you’ve known Wonwoo, and it’s that realization that makes you break, back arching, cunt throbbing around his length and pushing him into his own orgasm. 

He pulls out just in time, his hot cum shooting out onto your pussy and dribbling down to your ass, Cheol’s hand flying back to avoid being covered. 

You jump at the movement, and Seungcheol smirks, “Yeah, baby, I’m still here.”

You bite your lips sheepishly, honestly having forgotten about him, and as Wonwoo pets your hips, you whisper a timid, “Sorry, Cheol.” 

Seungcheol just shakes his head in bemusement and tugs off his pants, waiting for Wonwoo to get out of the way before claiming his place between your legs. He gathers up the cum on your pussy, showing Wonwoo his fingers, and slides them inside of you, smirk growing when he catches Wonwoo’s harsh glare. 

“You wanted to go first,” Cheol teases Wonwoo with a tilt of his head, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to your mouth, waiting for you to close your lips around them and suck before sinking his dick inside you. 

Wonwoo’s cum is still warm, tinged with your wetness and a bit salty on your tongue, but you can’t say you hate it, can’t say you wouldn’t mind another taste, maybe from the source-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Seungcheol whispers, leaning down close to you to hide the movement of his lips. 

You cringe, nodding apologetically and gasping when his hips meet your ass, his cock huge and hard inside you. 

“Why don’t you look at him then, baby? Look at Wonwoo while I fuck you,” Seungcheol commands, gently taking your face in his hand and turning your head until you catch sight of Wonwoo. 

He’s flushed, panting, glasses back on and near fogging up with how hot his face must be. He holds your gaze as Seungcheol pumps into you, his hand wandering down to his half-hard cock, his mouth opening on a moan when he sees the way your breasts bounce as Seungcheol rocks into you. 

It’s hot, so fucking hot, having Wonwoo watch you like this, seeing the look on his face as your shared best friend fucks you into the carpet, and it only gets hotter when his hand wraps around his dick, squeezing at the head, moaning when precum dribbles out. 

Seungcheol roots his cock deep inside and you moan too, trying to turn your head to look at him, but he holds you in place, makes you watch Wonwoo jerk himself off, makes you watch him watching you, and you can feel the knot tying up in your stomach again. 

With every thrust of Seungcheol’s hips into yours, every groan he lets out, every clench of his fingers on your hip, the knot gets tighter, and you can feel your cunt getting tighter too, your walls hugging his dick, swallowing it deeper every time he tries to leave. 

Eventually, he stops trying, just fucks himself deep inside you and stays there, glancing over at Wonwoo and smirking before beckoning him over. 

Wonwoo shuffles to you on unsteady feet, hand leaving his cock as he walks, and you’re nearly entranced by the way it bobs heavily between his legs. You’re still stuck on how big he is, so much bigger than you thought he’d be, and it’s not like you thought he’d be small. You just didn’t expect… this. Him. And his massive fucking cock. 

You want it in your mouth, you think, but Seungcheol has something else in mind, stilling his fingers on your clit and waiting for Wonwoo to kneel next to you before telling him, “Make her cum.”

You and Wonwoo both look at Seungcheol, confused, until he shifts the hand between you to your hip, freeing up space for Wonwoo to fill. Wonwoo sucks in a broken gasp, slides his hand between your legs, and rubs his rough fingers over your clit insistently.

He curves his palm around your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and exhaling a sigh into your mouth, and you return it on a moan, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer to you. You arch into his touch and try to grind against him, making Wonwoo groan raggedly and press harder on your clit, swirling precise circles, over and over and over until you shatter with a cry. 

You can feel yourself gushing around Seungcheol’s cock, feel it seeping out of your entrance and coating Wonwoo’s fingers, making them glide on you as you clench. Seungcheol’s head is thrown back, his eyes scrunched closed, his plump lips stuck open as he starts to cum inside you. 

His cock jumps as it spits hot cum into you, making you whine in Wonwoo’s mouth when you feel it flood your insides, and he pants as his fingers speed up on your clit, sending you spiraling into another orgasm. This one hits different, your vision whiting out and a buzz filling your head, and you squirm in their hold as wetness splashes out of you, soaking Seungcheol’s stomach and Wonwoo’s hand. 

You can’t stop clenching and you can just barely hear Seungcheol whining in overstimulation over the roaring in your ears. You feel something warm on your stomach, break away from Wonwoo to blearily look down, and find his cock resting on your abdomen in a pool of white. 

You’re a bit confused, because Wonwoo’s got one hand between your legs and one cupping your face, so how did he just cum? 

You look up at him again and, through blurry eyes, see his cheeks redden, his hand leaving your face to push his glasses up and cover his mouth.  

You’re still staring at him, dumbfounded, as Seungcheol starts pulling out, and even soft, his cock drags against your walls. Your hips jerk with residual waves of your orgasm, stoked by the friction of his cock leaving you, and you can’t hold in the whine or the wriggle when his fingers find your pussy and push his cum back inside. 

You try to catch your breath, and Wonwoo’s eyes, but he’s avoiding your gaze. 

You’re not really sure why, but you decide to let him take his time, smiling sleepily at Seungcheol while he tugs his sweats up and scurries off to grab you a damp washcloth. 

Wonwoo looks like he wants to die, crouching on the floor next to you with his hands hovering above your stomach, as if he wants to scoop the cum off of you but wouldn’t know what to do with it. You can tell he wants to say something, but he seems frozen in place, tongue tied. 

It’s hard, realizing you didn’t really think this through. You didn’t have any worries about your friendship with Seungcheol, that’s always been solid as a rock, even through you accidentally sending him your nudes and you walking in on him with your roommate. 

Wonwoo, though, Wonwoo’s always been different. 

You wouldn’t say your friendship is precarious, but it’s… delicate. Special. Something you’ve nurtured and grown over time, and now you sit here, his cum drying on your stomach and his eyes avoiding yours, and you wonder if you’ve just undone it all. 

Seuntcheol comes back before you can spiral too much, swiping at the puddle with a washcloth then helping you stand and hobble to the bathroom, shower already running and your skincare set out. You can hear towels tumbling in the dryer, and over the water, you think you just might hear Seungcheol say, “If you wait any longer, you’ll ruin everything.” 

You just close your eyes and sink into the steam, letting this be a problem for future you. 

AN: thank you to the anon who brought this to me and the other anon (same maybe?) who reminded me of it!! and also thank you to @sluttywonwoo for reading this over for me 🫶

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I lose my voice when I look at you

Can't make a noise though I'm trying to

Tell you all the right words

Waiting on the right words

-Black Butterflies and Deja Vu by The Maine

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hi, amore! thank you for requesting! 💜

song: black butterflies and deja vu by the maine 'can't make a noise though i'm trying to tell you all the right words' (choi seungcheol)

this is for 1.4k followers event - send me a seventeen/formula 1 driver name and any song of your choice and i'll write an imagine on one of the lyrics!

seungcheol wants to bang his head against the wall because he had at least four perfect moments to confess and he missed all of them. it's extremely frustrating cause there's no one else to blame but himself and the only reason why he's not pulling his own hair out is your presence. your illuminating, butterflies in the stomach awakening, making him feel like a kid again, presence. seungcheol is smooth usually, has no trouble flirting and finding pretty words for pretty girls but with you he finds himself at loss, fumbling with sentences like a middle school kid.

'i think we can go watch musical? do you like musicals?' you ask sweetly, turning to look at him.

i like you seungcheol wants to say and yet he only nods. holy shit, why is it so hard?! it's almost like he's sixteen again, with no confidence and trembling knees. you're still staring at him, probably waiting for something more and seungcheol curses inwardly. 'uh, yeah, musicals. sounds- sounds good. yes.'

he cringes but you only chuckle, shaking your head. 'it's okay if you don't like them, you know? we can always go somewhere else. hm, carting, maybe? what do you think?'

you are so sweet, seungcheol fears he'll get cavities. he can't stop though; you're always so considerate and nice and sweet, fuck, how did he score you again? oh right, he hasn't, not yet. he hasn't because his tongue seems to be against cooperating and he can't simply say 'i like you' to your face.

'or maybe not carting. hm, are you into sports? you are, right? basketball? we can check-'

'anywhere with you would be great.' seungcheol interrupts.

and it's not 'i like you' but it's close, right? it's all his mouth is ready to get out, apparently. he chews on his bottom lip nervously and when you blush lightly, looking away, he breathes out in relief - finally he said something good. he hopes you can give him some more time; seungcheol has all the words he wants to say but for whatever reason it's hard to get them out. but he has the words and he will say them out loud - just you wait.