call me kat! i’m 22 years of age. i’m a fanfic writer for ateez. i’ve been a fangirl for ateez for 5 years! i’m a hongjoong bias with mingi being my bias wrecker, although i love all 8 members equally!
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WARNINGS: Slapping, Dom & Sub Dynamics, Fingering, Jealousy, Angry Sex
Pairing: Hongjoong & Fem!Reader
2026 all rights reserved @atzzkat
Word Count: 2.8k
(i apologize for the lack of imagination for the intimate details, i wanted to try something new!!)
The lights flash, the photographer guiding you to pose as your body . “Yes, stay like that.” The photographer clicks his camera, the light flashing multiple times.
You were a model, doing your shoot for Hongjoong’s new release of his feminine wear. You were good friends with Hongjoong, always supporting each other through your careers.
Although you were only friends, you and him managed to find your way back into rumors of a relationship — it never made the friendship weird, it just made you question why he never denied the rumors.
“Okay, great!” The photographer schemes through the photos, your face hovering over his shoulder seeing the pictures.
“Ms. Y/n.” Your manager walks over. your phone in her hand. “Mr. Kim wants to talk with you.”
You glance at your screen, Hongjoong’s phone call displayed on the screen. “Oh, thank you.”
You take your phone, answering the call. “Hello?” Hongjoong’s voice utters on the call. “Hi, Joongie.” You say.
“I have a question.” Hongjoong says. “Do you want to attend an event with me?” He adds.
“What event?” You ask, curiosity fueling your tone. “It’s a music event. I want to accompany you.” He replies, his tone soft.
“Accompany me?” You say, scratching the back of your neck. “So, what do you say?” Hongjoong asks, the sound of him crunching on food being heard from the other side of the phone.
“When is the event?” You ask. “In two days.” He swiftly answers. “Make sure you clear your schedule.” He suggests.
“I’ll go.” You say, thoughts racing through your head.
Will we get another dating rumor?
“Amazing, see you in two days, Y/n.” Hongjoong hangs up shortly after.
You click your phone off, sliding your device into your pocket. You sigh, dropping your head staring at the floor beneath you.
“Y/n!” A voice exclaims from behind.
You swiftly turned, standing across from you was your crush, Yunho.
“Yunho!” You giggle, running to hug him. “Hi, Yuyu!” You say, your arms wrapping around his frame.
“I missed you, Y/n.” He says, returning the hug. “By chance, are you busy?” He asks, pulling away from the hug to look at you.
“I was busy, but I’m not now, why?” You raise your brow, sharing eye contact.
A smile spreads across his face, his cheeks turning a rose red. “Great, come have dinner with me, just you and me.” Yunho says.
“I would love to share a meal with you, Yuyu!” You smile widely, a subtle giggling escaping from your mouth. “Let me get changed then we can head out, okay?”
“Okay.” Yunho says as he smiles. “I’ll be waiting.”
You walk into the restaurant with Yunho. A slow melody playing in the background adding a softer atmosphere that surrounded the walls around you.
“I know you like steak, so what better place than going to the greatest restaurant in town?” Yunho pulls your seat out. You take a seat. “Thank you.” You say softly.
“You know Yunho, I am rather surprised you remember my favorite restaurant.” You smile. “Of course, how could I ever forget?”
You and Yunho go way back, being friends before you grew in fame — knowing each other since your childhood, your families who were always close.
Yunho was a popular idol, being adored by many fans. He started his career 4 years ago, being signed under one of the biggest entertainers in the city.
“How is your upcoming release?” You ask, taking a sip of your red wine.
“It’s going well! I’m releasing my album at the end of the month.” Yunho replies. “It’s something different, a dark concept; something new to show my fans.”
Yunho was always so compassionate about what he did for his fans, always trying to make them happy with what he does.
“How is modeling?” Yunho returns the question about your career.
“It’s going well, I just did a shoot promoting Hongjoong’s new clothing line.” You say.
“Hongjoong?” Yunho utters, his voice falling flat. You stare at his face, his emotions were bland, his eyes darting down at the food that was now placed on the table.
“Is something wrong, Yuyu?” You ask. “Uh- Yeah, of course. Let’s eat.” Yunho smiles at you, his eyes softening.
You and Yunho chatted for a while, catching up on lost time by sharing laughter and reminiscing about the beginning of your careers.
“Oh my god! That was so embarrassing!” You laugh, holding onto his arm as you giggle with the memory.
“You were stuffing your face with cake, how could I forget?” Yunho laughs, drinking his wine.
“I bet you still stuff your face with cake.” Yunho chuckles. “I do not!” You tap his arm, laughing at his remark.
“Sir, ma’am — we are closing the restaurant, please proceed with your payment and exit the restaurant.” The worker hands over the check. “Let me pay.” You reach over to the check but before you can grasp the check, Yunho snags it away.
“My treat.” Yunho grins.
“I had a really good night tonight.” You say, your heels clicking against the sidewalk. Yunho walked beside you, his glasses sitting over the bridge of his nose, his long wool jacket hanging down past his waist. His hair was dark, slightly styled.
“I’m glad I could have made your night great.” Yunho responds. “Thank you for joining me tonight, I really missed your presence.” He adds, stopping in his steps.
You walked ahead slightly, turning your body to see him standing. “What’s wrong?” You ask, concern painting your expression.
“Can I confess something to you?” His eyes meet yours, his voice softened.
“Of course, Yu, what’s wrong?” You take a step up to him, your arm resting on his forearm. “Tell me, Yu.”
Yunho sighs, dropping his head. “Can you promise that when I say this — that you won’t be upset with me?”
Furrowing your brows, your heart begins to race. Thoughts running through causing you a feeling of anxiety. “I promise, what is going on?”
“I have always loved you, Y/n.” Yunho began. “The moment you stepped into my life, I have never stopped loving you.”
You stare blankly at Yunho, your heart thumping harder than ever. Your thoughts remained blank, you stood there under the dim street light sharing eye contact with him.
“I want to date you, Y/n. We can keep our relationship secret, just please let me love you on a deeper level.” Yunho’s hands find their way to yours, his thumb caressing your index finger.
You blink, eyes falling. “Yunho.” You begin, gulping. “I am flattered that you want to be with me, but I can’t date you.” You say, glancing up at him.
“I thought you liked me too.” Yunho whispers. “I did, but I have not seen you in months…” You admit.
Of course, months of not seeing him, your feelings slowly became nonexistent.
“I still love you, but I can’t love you when I don’t love you.” You continue. “You deserve someone who can love you in a way that makes you feel ecstatic."
Yunho slowly nods, accepting the rejection. “I understand.” He gulps, batting away his teary eyes. “I love you, Y/n.” He says.
Your mouth falls into a pout. “I love you, Yuyu.”
Opening your arms, you wrap yourself into his embrace, patting his back. Yunho wraps his arms around yours, returning the hug.
Two days have passed since you last saw Yunho. The confession was buried in your thoughts, but not in a way that you regretted it. Your feelings naturally faded. Working in a demanding field, you could not handle a relationship, let alone hiding someone you love.
You toss your head back against the leather chair, sighing softly.
“Ms. Y/n.” A frantic voice came from the closed door followed by multiple knocks. “Come in.” You say, adjusting yourself into the chair.
“Are you dating Yunho?” Your manager says, a tablet held tightly in her hands. “What are you talking about?” You scoff.
She slowly turns the tablet within her hands. You let out a subtle gasp, snatching the tablet away.
Your eyes dart all over the screen, scrolling down the page, coming across a picture of you and Yunho hugging.
“Who posted this?” Your voice is shaky. “We don’t know, we’re trying to find the source.” Your manner says. “It was posted last night.”
You fall into the seat, tablet still in hand. “We contacted Yunho’s company to deny the rumors.” Your manager says. “Have they denied anything?” You ask, glancing up.
“No, we have not heard a word from his company.” Your manager replies. “What am I going to do?” You place the tablet on the table in front of you, your hands finding their way to your temples.
“Don’t worry, we will handle the situation and deny all rumors when we have the green light from Yunho’s company.” Says the manager.
“Oh god, what about Hongjoong?” Your heart drops, your face becoming pale with the thought of him finding out the news.
“What about him, Ms. Y/n?” Asks your manager, confusion fueling her tone.
You stand, grabbing your belongings that sat on the couch. “I need to attend the music event with Hongjoong, please have the driver ready to take me there and have makeup artists on scene.”
Arriving at the venue, you step out of the van, reporters on stand by. “Ms. Y/n! Are the rumors true?” “Y/n, are you really dating Yunho?”
The questions exclaimed left and right, your body guards guiding you through the crowd. You kept your head down avoiding the flashing lights that continued to snap.
In this moment, all you wanted was Hongjoong to reassure you — you wanted to confess that everything was false; you were not dating Yunho.
Inside the venue, you go into the room that had your name. Opening the door, you slipped inside, closing the door behind you. The room was dim, a couch and a vanity giving character to the bland room. You sat on the couch, your hands reaching for your phone.
Notifications after notifications blew into your phone, people who you no longer spoke to asked the truth between you and Yunho.
Frustrated, you turn your phone faced down, cupping your hands to your face.
“Ms. Y/n.” The door opened, your manager peeking in through the other side. “Hongjoong wants to see you.”
Your heart fell into a fast pace. Standing, you adjust your clothes. “Let him in.” You utter, gulping the lump that never leaves your throat.
Hongjoong pushes his way into the room. His face was covered with his hair, but no emotion was held.
“Hongjoong—“ You try to say. “Don’t speak.” Hongjoong’s voice was flat. You bite your lip, your head falling to stare at the ground beneath you.
“Care to explain, Y/n?” His voice was raspy, anger but jealousy carried his tone. “You’re dating Yunho yet, here I am, accompanying his girlfriend."
“Hongjoong no! I’m not dating him!” You swiftly say.
Hongjoong’s gaze meets yours. “Thats not what everyone is saying.”
He takes a step closer to you. “Do you know how long I have chased you to show you how much I love you?” Hongjoong says. “Yet, for you not seeing Yunho for months, you somehow loved him when I gave you the things he could never?”
You stare at Hongjoong, your mind racing with thoughts. Never have you seen Hongjoong in a state of jealousy. You never knew that he could become jealous, let alone show his jealousy in such a way that was proving his dominance.
“Hongjoong, just listen to me.” Before you could add into your sentence, Hongjoong grabs both sides of your cheeks pulling you close to his chest, his lips meeting yours.
Your hands hold onto his jean jacket, your lips syncing with his kiss. He walks the both of you towards the wall, your back presses against the wall as he lifts you with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist, your lips dancing together with ease.
You moan into the kiss as his lips trail down to your neck, his teeth nibbling against your neck, his tongue moving in a circle. “Hongjoong.” You moan.
Hongjoong lifts you, putting you on the desk pushing everything off from behind you. He rips your blouse, your perky breast becoming his attention.
He pulls the bra away from your breast, biting your nipple as you moan.
Hongjoong moves up as his hand plays with your hardened nipple. You let out a subtle gasp, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk, your gaze meeting his.
“You think Yunho can make you feel this good, hm?” Hongjoong twists your nipple causing you to whine. “N-no.” You stutter, his fingers continuing to hold your nipple.
Hongjoong lifted his hand making contact with your cheek, a slap crossing over. You wince at the sting as he cups your face with his hand. “I’m going to show you how good I can make you feel.”
Deep down, you were enjoying this side of Hongjoong. The thought of him being rough with you made you want to egg him on, to feel his emotions pour onto you. You wanted him to be rough in a way that made you scream his name.
“I highly doubt that you can make me cum. Yunho gives me multiple orgasms.” You smirk. Hongjoong’s expression darkens.
Hongjoong wasted no time grabbing your nape, pulling you in, kissing you roughly. His free hand guides down to your clothed parts, rubbing your clit.
You moan into him, grinding your hips into the friction. Hongjoong moves your panties to the side, his slender fingers sliding in between your slits.
You pull away for a brief moment. “Do you even know how to pleasure me?” Your words are filled with teasement.
Hongjoong held eye contact, sliding his fingers into you. You gasp, the feeling of his fingers sliding in between your walls, moans escaping with every hit he takes.
His fingers move, curling up into your special spot. You begin to moan, the pressure building up in your core.
“I-I’m gonna cum.” You squeak, your thighs shaking. You come to your high, your release coming over you in a wave.
Hongjoong removes his fingers, your wetness coating on his fingers.
Hongjoong lifts you, turning you and bending you over on the desk. He takes each side of your panties, yanking them off of your waist.
You gasp, the air hitting your bare pussy. He rubs your ass in circles as he sends slaps against your cheek.
You jolt, whining at the sting. “Wouldn’t think that I would find out, hm?” He utters, adding a second slap to your ass.
“The dinner date.” He slaps. “The confession.” He slaps again, but harder. “You thought I would never find out.”
With every slap, you yelp. But you loved it. It turned you on in ways you never knew could ignite this feeling.
You could feel the sting becoming more noticeable, every slap that turned into pleasure yet pain. The feeling that made you bite your lip and moan in satisfaction.
Hongjoong yanks off your remaining clothing that hid the parts he craved the most. He unzips his pants, his length standing out.
He grabs your waist, adjusting himself to your entrance. With a slow push, he enters you.
You let out a moan, your fingers curling on the desk. The pressure of his length pressing into your cervix left your eyes rolled back, mouth agape.
He starts to thrust, an easy tempo but shortly picking up his pace.
“Yes, fuck, just like that.” You moan out, biting your lip.
“Mhm? Yeah?” He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back while one hand remains on your waist.
“Yunho will never make you feel this way.” He remarks, his hips thrusting harder into you.
You feel your stomach tightening, your high coming to a release. Hongjoong digs his nails into your bare hips, his length abusing your cervix with every thrust he takes.
“Are you going to take my cum, hm?” Hongjoong’s breathing becomes shaky, his high coming to release at any moment.
“Give it to me, please.” You moan in pleasure.
“Fuck.” Hongjoong groans. Taking a few deep thrusts — he finishes, your high following behind.
Your breathing was heavy, your shoulders relaxing. Hongjoong pulls himself out of you, quickly adding a towel against your parts to clean you up.
Hongjoong swiftly lifts you, carrying you to the couch that sat in the corner of the room. Your legs laid across his legs, your skin resting against each other.
“I rejected yunho.” You utter.
“What?” Hongjoong responds, his gaze meeting yours. “But-“
“No, it’s fake.. I rejected him but someone wanted news to report about famous people hugging.” You chuckle, fiddling with your nails.
“I never loved Yunho. I thought I did but-“ You pause, looking up to meet the gaze of Hongjoong. “My heart always belonged to you, Hongjoong.”
You smile softly.
Hongjoong smiles, holding the side of your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.
【Summary】: Hongjoong was your brother's enemy and an enemy of the state, but yet you can't help but melt when his ice-cold metal hand touches you in just the right places.
『Word count』: 1.90k
-> Genre: Marvel Crossover. Smut. Angst
[Warnings]: Dark themes. Mention of hydra and torture. Mcu cannon violence. Insecurities, fear. Hongjoong is very broken. Mention of weapons. Smut, eating out. Nipple play. Making out. Clothing being ripping off (literally). Marking kink. Pleasure bruising
Sneaking around became the easiest thing for you. Being quiet, a true assassin as Nat would say. It became your specialty out in the field for missions, taking another path from the rest, gliding along the floor without a sound before attacking the enemy from behind without them ever being able to catch a glance at you. This skill of yours became your trump card for sneaking out at night. Whether you were staying in your apartment in the Avengers compound or staying the week at the sanctum sanctorum with Wong and your overly protective brother, Stephen. No one ever noticed you were gone for hours in the night or missing at odd hours through the day. Who would though? Besides your brother. We were a SHIELD agent before an Avenger, and no one fully trusts SHIELD agents ever since Hydra tried to take over the world basically.
But I guess they had every right to hate SHIELD. You hated them too. You hated what they did to everyone. What they did to you. Jumping over a fence gate to start through a dimly lit alleyway. The same alley you take every night. You've taken this path so many times you think you could do it with your eyes closed. Down the alley, across the fourth street, take the fire escape up to the eighth floor through the window of apartment 802 and then;
"Angel..." His voice was deep, dark. Your body felt him before your eyes could gaze at him. His hands were on your waist, tugging at the hem of your jacket. You could smell the tattered leather and whiskey aroma seeping off him. His breath pooled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He was pure sin, a walking red flag. But god you loved everything about it.
"Hello, Soldat." Your words slipped off your tongue like beautiful vintage wine, seductive and tasteful. You missed this, miss him. You had been away on missions for the past month, spending nights craving to see your dark soldier. He finally turned you around, letting you see his eyes. His lustful eyes stared intensely into yours, reading your expression. A moment of silence pooled around both of you. The sound of the distant traffic, and people being rowdy on the night streets, all seemed to disappear. Fade out. Leaving only you and him.
"You took too long." His gravelled voice made you chuckle. He almost sounded sad that you had taken so long to get back to him and in truth he was worried he would miss you entirely. He was only in the city for another 2 weeks or so before Hydra shipped him back to one of the bases. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight them, as they had his code words to keep him in check. But when he met you a couple of months ago while he was on a stakeout, it changed him. You made him feel again.
Maybe being a villain wasn't something he was good at as he thought. Anyone of those Hydra agents would have killed you for getting too close but he willingly let you in without even knowing. And now here he is. Craving your touch when you're gone, missing your voice when he sleeps. His life has been nothing but hatred and darkness and now he has a light. His lips attached to yours, not letting you think of any excuse for you being away. The kiss was nothing but lustful and rough, his large body flush against yours, pushing you slowly until your back hit the wall with a thump. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer―if that was even possible―.
"Joong..." His name slipped off your tongue perfectly as he pulled away from your lips so he could latch them onto the hot flesh of your neck, He wasted no time to snake his hands under your shirt, gliding his hot flesh and cold metal fingers on your skin. The different temperature sends shivers down your spine. You drop your hands to grab the hem of your shirt so you could undress cause you know too well if he had to wait any longer he would just start ripping fabric and you don't want to walk home again without any panties like last time.
"Pretty...." He whispered, seeing your top half bare―having pulled your bra off along with your shirt―. His rough hands gripped your hips before chucking you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom into the very empty apartment. He chucked you onto the mattress that has only one lone sheet on it and a pillow. You hit the bed with a huff, sitting up on your elbows to watch your soldier unclip his tactical straps, letting his knife holsters fall to the ground. He didn't remove anything else just yet, I needed to taste you and his clothes were taking too long to remove.
"All mine." He smirked sadistically, feeling proud of himself to have such a gorgeous thing below him. He locked his lips with your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, while his metal hand pinched the other.
"Hongjoong please..." Your begging while using his real name sparked something in him. Something almost human.... a low growl followed by his hands gripping your panties before ripping them off you. So much for not ruining any of your clothes. He dived into your core without another second, giving you a sharp shock to your system when his tongue met with your hot dripping core. You would have felt an unbelievable amount of embarrassment by the noises coming from your lips. Or the fact you have the winter soldier, the cruellest assassin is in between your legs. But you couldn't care less. The feeling of his tongue, his hands, his body, him, being against you. It was your own villainous heaven. And you wanted more, more, more.
"Joong I'm―" Before you could finish your sentence you felt the band in your stomach snap, cumming all over Hongjoong's face. He grunted slightly, moving back up your body quickly. He was brutal, biting, sucking, and licking your hot flesh, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake for you to admire in the mornings to come.
"My pretty Hero, falling apart for her solider." You whine, his words melt your core but you also felt cringe slightly at the pet name. He knew you hated that nickname, but he used it anyways. To tease you for being 'such a good girl' in his words. Hero? Would a hero be fucking the enemy right now? Would the hero be in love with the villain? What kind of enemies-to-lover crap concept is that? You weren't a hero. You were more, morally grey than anything. You would never agree with what Hydra does, but then again, Hongjoong didn't agree with them either, but it was all he knew, or all he remembered.
But some of the things these so-called heroes do are just as bad. It was just because they are labelled as heroes that they get away with it. Your brother and the Avengers were heroes. Not you. You didn't care for the world. The world never cared for you so why should to try and save something that never loved you in the first place? All you wanted was your soldier, your fucked up, broken, villainous but caring soldier.
"Hongjoong." His eyes snapped up to yours the second he heard his name slip off your tongue. He felt the position of sucking on your thighs to bring his lips to yours, giving you a slow, drawn-out kiss. It was a soothing kiss, filled with passion, unlike the rougher ones he had given you earlier in the night. He wanted it to last, just for a moment, so he can feel what it was to feel normal. To feel the humanity you gave him. He finally pulled away to look you in the eyes so he could hear your question but his heart stopped when your words slipped from your lips.
"Let's run away..."
Run?
He never thought of that. Running away from Hydra. Even after all these years of captivity and when they slowly extended his leash ever so slightly until he was alone to finally have peace and quiet. He never once thought running was an option. That is until he met you. His hands snaked up from their tight grip on your hips to lay on either side of your face. His nose grazed your own, closing your eyes for a moment, you both basked in the comforting silence. You knew he wouldn't answer right away, heck you didn't even know the answer for your own emotions to the question. Are you really willing to run? Run from being an Avenger? Run from your brother. God, he would kill you if he found out....
"Okay..." He uttered, sounding ever so slightly afraid. A shake in his tone.
"Okay." You whispered for confirmation, letting your hand cup his cheek, making him nuzzle into it. His lips pressed against yours once again, feeling an alluring sense of happiness. He was the only thing you wanted, and you to him.
The sound of a zipper catches your attention but his tongue in your mouth successfully distracts you and it's only until you feel the heat from the tip of his cock meet your entrance, that you knew he was pushing slowly into you.
"Joong..." You gasped into the kiss, making him pull away so he could sit up, gripping your hips in order to thrust more harshly. He watched you slowly come undone, whining, gripping the sheets and rolling your eyes at the vigorous ecstasy you were feeling. He watched the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts or the way a reddish blush takes over your face. You were so perfect to him. His little hero, his angel. The love of his life. The person he wants to be with forever.
"I love you..." His words came out in a grunt as he picked up the pace, gliding his metal hand down to circle your clit. You wiggled and panted under him, crying from the pleasure but also for the fact he said those three words. The words you craved to hear slipped from his mouth one day, and they finally did.
"I love you too. So, so much." Tears wet your cheeks, making him lean out to kiss the falling tears away. It was in too deep with you―metaphorically and literally―and he was going to do anything to have you, protect you. Even if that meant killing everyone in Hydra with his bare hands or hurting some heroes that might try and take you away from him. You are his and he wasn't going to let anyone have you ever again.
WARNINGS: Threesome, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (m & f receiving), Losing Virginity, Humiliation, Praise, Throat Fucking, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Creampie, Dom & Sub Dynamics, Slight Public Sex (dry humping & touching), Choking, Hair Pulling, Pinning, Degradation, Drinking, Teasing, Cuckolding, Biting (very little), Name calling (baby, babe, princess, s!ut, wh*r3)
Genre: Smut, Threesome
Word Count: 3.2k
Pairing: Wooyoung x San x F!Reader
“Does this dress look good?” You rotate your body left to right admiring the dress that snug your body in the mirror. A red, silky dress that fell just half way above your thigh, a perfect for the humid night that was approaching.
“Girl, it looks amazing on you.” Your friend responds by coming into the frame of the mirror. “Tonight is about letting loose. Do you know how long it’s been since you had a night out without stressing over a man!?”
You sigh, dropping your shoulders loose. “Yeah, I know but I don’t know if it’s my style, you know? I don’t wear things like this.” You say, turning to face her.
“Y/n, when are you going to learn to step out of your comfort zone?” Her hands hold your shoulders. “Live a little, have a night filled with so much fun! Get out of the house, and perhaps get laid by some sexy man.” She winks.
You scoff, turning away from her grip. But she was right. You could not remember the last time you had fun, going out with your friends without the worry of an insecure man who controlled your life. Maybe tonight was the night you’d feel better within yourself. It was just you and your friends, nothing else. Right?
You stood in line to get into the club, security was heavy tonight, especially since this club was not like a restaurant and bar type of thing, it was the kind of club where you'd hear people brag about their hookups or their insane stories about the fights that would happen over something silly.
You’ve never gone out to the club, this was something brand new to you. The anxiety of what could happen never left the back of your mind, because genuinely, what could happen? You sigh softly caressing your exposed arms.
“Gosh! I can’t wait for tonight! Y/n is out to celebrate her freedom from a stupid man, and it’s just us girls!” Your friend said, intertwining her arms with yours. “It took me forever to convince her.” Said your other friend that stood next to you.
“Hey, it’s not my fault that I have nerves and worry about the possibilities about places like… This.” You say in defense. “I’m just worried, what if I see him here tonight?” You utter.
“And if you do, you start to rub your ass against another man, cause he does not own you.” Your friend says. “Okay, I don’t know about rubbing my ass against another man.” You sigh with a slight laugh, shaking your head.
This is how your friends act all the time, always going out to these types of clubs just to get drunk and perhaps get laid. You were the complete opposite, shy, reserved, and wanted to save your virginity for someone who wanted a future with you.
All your ex was known for was to sleep around, and practically just wanted you for sex with every chance he tried to get. Of course when things got heated and things were leading up to sex, you instantly stopped him because deep down, you didn’t want to give your virginity to someone who never turned you on.
“I need to see your ID.” You were next in line, your friends who stayed ahead and waited for you at the entrance. “Oh- Right.” You hurriedly searched your purse for your wallet to grab your ID. “Do you not have an ID?” The security sighed, clearly becoming annoyed with the wait. “No, I do, it’s just-“
“She’s with me.” A sudden voice came up from behind you, your exposed shoulders being covered by a stranger's arm who pulled you close to their body.
“Mr.Woo!” The man smiled, greeting him. “I apologize for the confusion, sir, I just couldn’t find my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend?
You look up at the tall man who held your body close to his side. He had dark cherry red hair, he wore a black throw over that rolled up to his elbow exposing part of his arm that was tattooed, black pants that were slightly baggy, but you could hardly tell his identity given that it was hidden with his long hair.
He had a large adam’s apple, his lips were firm and plump, a face structure that was strong. His cheekbones high and his nose sharp, hooking downwards slightly.
You glance at your friends who now begin to whisper to one another. “What the hell?” You question under your breath, biting the inside of your cheek.
“Come on, babe.” The man says walking with you inside of the club.
Making your way inside, you see multiple people huddled up in corners making out with others, the music was blaring, lights flashing to the beat of the songs and yet, this strange man still had his arm around your shoulder.
This was not supposed to happen. It was supposed to be you, your friends, and a night out without a man being a bother, but here you are, huddled next to a man that you don’t know the identity of. Thoughts run through your mind, the possibilities of what if’s.
He walks you over to an opened bar, away from the crowd that was only a few hundred feet away from where you sat. You take a seat, adjusting your dress to avoid showing the parts you definitely did not want exposed.
“2 on the house.” The same man says, taking a seat next to you. “Don’t mind me asking, but who the fuck are you?” You turn your body to face this man.
“There there princess, be gentle with those words of yours.” He says. “And who are you to tell me that?” You respond almost immediately.
The bartender slides over 2 shot glasses with ice, alcohol sitting around the cube. “You’re a bit feisty.” He says in a raspy tone, eyes locked on yours, taking a sip of his drink.
“I like the ones who are feisty.” Putting his glass down he adjusts his leather jacket, crossing his leg over. “I’m Jung Wooyoung.” He finally greets.
Clearing your throat you take a sip of your beverage, sitting it down shortly after. “I’m Y/n.” You say in response. “You have a beautiful name, Y/n.” He softly says.
“Why did you drag me over here?” You ask, desperately wanting an answer. “I wanted to help you inside.” He answers. “There was a long line, so I had to get you into my club somehow.”
Your eyes widen, fixing yourself on the stool. “Wait, you are the owner of this club?” You say, and he nods. “So, you are Jung Wooyoung? The millionaire?”
“Surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner.” He utters with a smile. “I would have if I was allowed to be outside and enjoy life.” You pout your lips, lightly brushing your finger across your glass. “Enjoy life, what do you mean? You’re making it sound like you never went outside.” He says.
“I mean, basically. My ex did not want me going anywhere outside without him, he was insecure.” You say.
“Sounds like a bitch.” Wooyoung utters. “An insecure man definitely is a bitch.” You say in a giggle, sipping your alcohol.
You and Wooyoung talk for a long while, ordering new drinks, snacking on the chips that were offered, and just getting to know each other little by little.
“Woo!” A deeper voice rang closer. You turn your head to find a tall, muscular man come over to hug Wooyoung. He wore a compressed shirt, black jeans, paired with a leather jacket. His hair was slicked back with only a few pieces that hung loose.
“San, meet Y/n.” Wooyoung directed his attention towards you. “You’re so gorgeous.” San speaks softly. “Oh, well thank you.” You blush, trying to hide your face. “Oh no, don’t hide that pretty face of yours.”
San presses his thumb to your chin, lifting your face to meet his. “I want to see your pretty face all night.”
The time didn’t matter to you. You were on the floor swaying your hips to the music, your hands running through your hair enjoying the feeling of the music, Wooyoung and San sat at the stool admiring you from afar. You never felt so free, so comfortable. Something about Wooyoung and San made you feel safe, almost like they were your own bodyguards.
Turning, you faced the two men that had their eyes locked on you gesturing them over with your fingers. With a stand, Wooyoung and San came over to either side of your body, their hands finding your hips.
Biting your lip, you began to sway your hips side to side, hands roaming on the two men who couldn’t keep their hands off of you. “You’re devilish, Y/n.” Wooyoung murmured under his breath, his hand groping your ass through your dress. San creeped his hand near your breasts, his other hand stayed pressed on your hip. “Your body is the definition of perfection.” San said, kissing the side of your neck.
You moaned in satisfaction, your hands finding the bulge of Wooyoung’s and San. “Should we take this elsewhere?” You ask, noticing their rock hard bulge.
“Gladly.” You followed the two men, their hands wrapping around your wrist.
San opened the door, a dark lit candle that flickered in the dark, the chill in the room making goosebumps form on your body. The door closed soon after. “You’re so beautiful.” Wooyoung came up behind you, his hands wrapping around your hips pulling you closer into his frame.
Your back fell into his chest, your ass pressing into his groin. San faced you. “Have you ever done anything like this before?” He asks now standing in front of you, your breast resting in his hand, eyes trailing down your frame. “No, n-never.” You respond with a stutter as Wooyoung presses kisses down your neck.
“Perfect.” He said, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed back, Wooyoung kissing your neck as he rubs his groin into your ass. You moan into the kiss.
Your hands reach for San’s belt, removing from his pants throwing the leather elsewhere in the room. Wooyoung slid the straps away from each shoulder, the loose dress dropping in a matter of seconds.
Your bare body meets the cold air, your nipples becoming hardened. All you had was your black thong.
“We’re not going to need this.” Wooyoung pulled the thong letting it swing back to hit your hip. You jump at the shock, a subtle gasp leaving your half parted lips.
Wooyoung guided you to your knees, San undoing his pants as Wooyoung follows. You stared at the bulges that desperately pressed against their undergarments. “I bet her pretty mouth will pleasure us.” San comments, pushing down his boxers letting his length spring free. “I know she has a talent for that mouth of hers.” Wooyoung says, pulling out his length.
This was your first time doing anything intimate with a guy, let alone two men. Your hands wrap around both of the lengths, putting one length in your mouth as you jerk the other, repeating the actions by spoiling each cock.
Wooyoung and San let out satisfying moans, hollowing your cheeks as you suck them off. Sounds of salvia slurping and popping sounds as you pull one cock out of your mouth to put the next one in.
“Get on the bed.” San lifts you, guiding you to the bed that sat in the middle of the room. Your back laid against the silky sheets, you sat on your elbows staring at the men who hovered above you.
“Are you a virgin, princess?” San goes in between your thighs, pulling your panties away from your waist exposing your parts. “I-I am.” You say, stuttering as the air hits your wet pussy. “Please be gentle.” You whisper.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle at first.” San says.
His hands wrap around your hips, holding you still. He lowers his head in between your thighs, his tongue licking your sensitive clit. You let out a moan, grasping the sheets that lay beneath you.
You toss your head back, your body reacting in jolts as San teases your clit with his sucking and licking. Your mouth falls agape, your arm reaching out to grab his slightly styled hair.
Wooyoung comes around you, sucking your hardened nipple as he grips the other with his hand. He brushes his lips past your torso, slightly biting your skin.
San laps up your wetness, flicking your clit with ease. You couldn’t help but jolt, the pleasure of your nipples being teased and you being eaten out. Your mind was going blank, all you could focus on was the pleasure. You didn’t care about anything else — not that hours ago you were going to the club with just your friends or that your only way for freedom was a night out. This was something better — something extraordinary.
“nghh.” You moan, reaching up to grab Wooyoung’s shirt. “Feels good, hm?” Wooyoung murmurs. “Yes, Woo.” You say in a moan.
San stands, lifting your one leg resting against his shoulder. He adjusts his length to your entrance. Wooyoung stands at a distance, admiring the view of you taking San’s length, stretching out your pussy out to fit his width.
You throw back your head, letting out a gasp. “Wait!” You say. “Shhh baby, let him stretch you out. It’ll hurt but I promise it will get better.” Wooyoung reassures you.
“There we go baby, good girl.” San groans out, bottoming out. “Good job baby, you’re taking his cock so well.” Wooyoung coos as his hand pumps his own length in slow strokes when San begins to move his cock within you.
San started slow, his thrusts moving in a rhythm that allowed you to adjust easier. Within seconds, your body adjusts to the feeling of his cock, his cock moving in and out, his cock pressing against your cervix with each thrust he takes.
“Right there San!” You moan out. Raising up slightly, you watch as San fucks into you, a pace that becomes stronger with each stroke.
“Yeah? Look at you taking this fucking cock, such a dirty whore.” San starts to drill you at a quicker pace, his nails digging into your thighs.
“Your cock is so fucking big.” You say in a moan, rolling back your eyes as his tip abuses your cervix. “Mhm, yeah? My cock is going to abuse your tight fucking cunt.” He growls between his teeth, pushing your legs back to your chest.
“Holy fuck! Right there!” You gasp, holding onto his biceps for support. You stare into his dark eyes, strands of his hair coming loose and dangling in front of his forehead.
His cock continues to pound into you, his hands keep a hold of your legs against your chest. Your breast bounces with each hard thrust he gives you.
“I’m going to cum baby.” San groans, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “Give it to me, cum in me.” You moan, your release builds up.
With a few harsh thrusts, San busts inside, you follow seconds later, coating his cock with your juices. He slowly pulls out, your insides left empty. You let out a slight whine, your pussy .
“Oh yeah.” San praises as your mixture leaks out. “Such a good fucking slut.” He comments, slapping the side of your thigh, exchanging dominance with Wooyoung.
Wooyoung comes in front of you, spreading your legs open. He sees the sperm that continues to leak from your entrance.
Wooyoung pulls you from the ankles, rolling you over without struggle. He pulls your hips away from the bed, keeping the upper half of your body against the bed. A sudden loud slap he left on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart looking at your swollen hole. “Fuck yeah.” He murmurs, adjusting his tip to your hole.
He pushes himself inside of you with ease, immediately thrusting his hips into you. You bounce back, matching the rhythm to each thrust.
San crawls on the bed, pulling your head up from the sheets holding a handful of your hair. “Suck.” He commands, slapping his tip on your lips.
You open your mouth, tasting the mixture of your juices and his cum on your taste buds, taking his entire length into your mouth. You swirl your tongue on the bottom of his length, bopping your head in rhythm. Wooyoung continues to fuck your hole, as you suck the length of San.
“God, you do anything we say, such a pathetic slut.” San remarks, now thrusting his cock into your throat.
You can help but moan against the pleasure, your moans muffling as you take both Wooyoung and San at the same time.
Wooyoung begins to groan, grabbing your waist. “Such a tight fucking pussy.” He says, biting his lip and throwing back his head continuing his rhythm.
You come closer to your next release, tears begin to form, the corners of your mouth drops with saliva as San’s cock drills down into your throat.
“Yeah, take my fucking cock, you whore.” Wooyoung slaps your ass multiple times, pulling out half way and slamming back into you. You moan against San’s cock, grasping San’s bare thighs.
“She’s taking us so well.” San says, grabbing the top of your hair and guiding your mouth down his length.
“She’s so perfect.” Wooyoung adds, putting his hands on either side of your body, his chest resting on your back, pumping into you without holding you. “Are you going to take my cum like the good slut that you are, hm?” Wooyoung whispers, kissing your earlobe, his heavy breathing sending you for your next release.
You hum, nodding your head, continuing to suck San’s cock. “Can I cum in that pretty mouth of yours, Y/n?” San starts to become whiny, his hands resting on either side of your head, continuing to fuck your throat.
You try your best to nod as San busts down your throat, Wooyoung is soon to follow, bucking his hips into your cervix as you release over his cock. Your body starts to tremble, your buildup causing your body to fall weak.
San was the first to remove himself from your mouth, as Wooyoung stayed there for a second, pulling out from you.
You lay flat on the bed, your breath heavy but slowing. “Good girl, Y/n.” Wooyoung says, cleaning up the mess from your genitals. San helps clean up your mouth, drying up the salvia with a paper towel.
They lay beside you, kisses being planted on your back. “We should do this again.” You say, raising your body up with your arms. “Round two?”
San and Wooyoung look at each other, eyes wide. “Fuck it, triple the fun.”
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sadness, anger, happiness, that boy sure knows how to make your senses tingle, and it’s been that way since you were introduced as the final member of ateez. the only girl of ateez. you sure do have a favorite, don’t you?
idol!wooyoung x idol!fem!reader, 9th member reader, members/best friends to potential lovers?, 18+, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, semi public sex? (they’re in a dressing room), mr. and mrs. giggleshits, set during work era —> adrenaline era, a little awk, dirty talk, breeding kink ?, pet names (baby, slut, good girl, etc.), cheating, breakup, slight comfort, reader is dating jaehyun (nct), smut with plot, fluff, mmm i think that’s about it
── wc. 8.5k
── omg this is my first ever post on here and it turned out to be waaaay longer than i had intended, honestly. i’ve had this idea in my head for a while and knew nobody else was gonna do it so i had to take matters into my own hands. i’d like to mention that this is NOT proofread. if you see any typos pls lmk !! i really hope u enjoy it, byeeeee >ᴗ<
inhale.
exhale.
everything is fine, you’re okay. it’s not like you’re about to walk into a room full of people you’ve never met before or anything. oh! and even better, you’ll be with them for the rest of your life. how perfect. it’s not a huge change, i mean, you’ve been working for this since you were what, sixteen? or was it fifteen? hell, who knows? all you know is you’re an eighteen year old girl ready to change her life forever.
“come in!” that pulls you out of it. the rough voice coming from the other side of the frosted glass door has just enough power to make your hand rest on the handle.
you want this. you need this.
one more inhale, another exhale. you push the door open and immediate chaos floods all five of your senses.
boys. eight boys are seen on the couch in the corner of the room, some goofing off with one another and some staying to themselves.
loud, it’s so loud in here, why? oh, that might be due to the four boys practically screaming over each other as they argue about whatever the fuck the current topic is.
cologne. it reeks of testosterone in here. woody, fresh, warm, musky. wait, it kind of smells really good. not important.
oh god, here comes the cotton mouth. your mouth tastes bitter and your whole body has run cold, or hot. are you sweating? fuck if you know. you reach up to touch your forehead. no, yeah, definitely sweating. why are you so cold? oh no, no, no.
consider your world completely and utterly fucking. rocked.
boys? why would i ever want to be surrounded by boys all day, every day?
i thought i would be with a group of girls.
they didn’t specify this in the papers.
god, please save me, tell me this is a dream. i can’t live a life like this. i’m gonna pass out. there is entirely too much going on in this room. is the room spinning?
you exhausted all of the possibilities in your head long before opening the door. but this? this was not one of them.
one of the eight boys looks up at you. he has sharp features. asymmetrical eyes, you clock that almost immediately as they pierce through you. he’s clad in a red bape and ape hoodie and black adidas sweatpants. brown hair, tanned skin, big, perfect nose. he nods towards you and goes right back to his phone. the smirk on his face certainly not going unnoticed by you.
you know what? okay, yeah.
“wooyoung, please, not right now,” you breathe out. you guys have just wrapped up practice for your latest comeback; work. and boy, oh boy, are you fucking working.
“pleaseeeee,” he begs, “it’ll only take a minute.”
“okay, then you can wait for just a minute,” you pant. keep in mind, currently laying on the floor here. dropped dead. limbs numb. sweating from your scalp to your little piggies. what does wooyoung want? glad you asked! tiktok. he wants to make a fucking tiktok fresh after practice. “how do you have the energy to even want to make a tiktok right now, dude?”
“um, because the choreo isn’t as draining as you’re making it seem? and even then, you’ve been stumbling over your feet all day,” he sits next to you on the floor, holding himself up with his arms as he cocks his head at you. at this point, the rest of the boys have exited the room for water, food, or their beds.
you chew on the inside of your cheek as you figure out what to say. honestly? you haven’t eaten in two days, certain parts of the choreo aren’t sticking with you like they usually would, you’re distracted, dissociated, not all there with the rest of the world. your boyfriend is currently on tour, and you’ve had this gut wrenching feeling eating away at you ever since he left. i love you baby, you know that, right? he had said. weird, but also, not weird? you say you love each other every time you’re going to be separated for a while, so why did it feel different this time?
“hello?” wooyoungs fingers snap in front of your face, “are you still with me, darling?” you blink.
“did you just snap at me?”
“well, yes.”
a moment of silence.
you spring forward and drag him onto the floor with you, punching his sides, “do. you. want. to. die?” you grunt between punches as he laughs, pleading with you. after a moment you both sit up, “i’m fine, wooyoung, don’t worry. i do have to go to my dorm though, so, have fun!” you squeak as you jump up onto your feet, almost losing your balance.
wooyoungs face scrunches up, “what are you in such a rush for? gotta call your boytoy?”
“he’s my boyfriend, not boytoy. get it right. but since you’re so curious, no, actually, i’m just ready to strip naked and wash my ass.”
“yeah whatever, didn’t need to know all that,” it’s silent as he watches you pack up your belongings from the floor. his feet wiggle in place, fighting the urge to help you pack up. he can hear it now, i am an independent woman, why the fuck would i need you to do that for me? he chuckles to himself before noticing a bruise on the back of your arm, immediately perking up, “what happened there?”
“huh?” you turn to look at him, then to the back of your arm where he was gesturing, “oh, mingi happened. i slammed into him earlier, remember? turns out he’s made of stone instead of skin and bones.”
“ah, right. make sure you take care of that.”
your eyebrows furrow as you chuckle and turn to face him again, “it’s a bruise wooyoung, not a stab wound. it’ll take care of itself.”
“still, don’t put pressure on it when you sleep tonight,” he states as he finally gets up and makes his way towards the door with you, “it could make it worse, or something.” he shrugs.
“sir yes sir, dr. jung,” you salute as you turn to walk your separate ways. wooyoung slings his already-packed-bag over his shoulder and watches you turn the corridor. with a sigh, he turns and makes his way over to his dorm.
perk number one of being the only girl in ateez: you get your own dorm. it gives you a break from boys in your fully furnished, cozy, warm, space. now, yunho and yeosangs dorm? a literal cardboard box. you couldn’t be paid enough to live in that.
you let out a sigh upon entering your dorm, sliding off your shoes and into your slippers. dropping your bag and keys off at the door, you beeline to your room and rip your drawers open.
underwear, shirt, what else, what else… oh!
you throw the clothes on your king sized bed, moving towards your vanity where you keep your self care. you snatch your favorite scents off the shelves and toss them on the bed with your clothes. it’s go time, baby.
the bathroom is humid and smells like the gingerbread man drowned in the tub, just how you like it. bubbles are engulfing your body, music is playing on the speaker beside you, you’ve got your wine glass in your hand, vanilla candle lit. what else could you possibly need?
…
why did your music stop..?
ring ring ring
your eyes snap open. you have got to be kidding me.
the growl that escapes your throat is beastly, leaning over the wall of the bathtub to grab your phone.
incoming call: my baby <3
the smile that appears on your face is bright enough to light millions of galaxies. of course, you answer with much enthusiasm. “hi baby! i miss you so much. how’s tour?”
“i miss you too, what’re you doing?” okay fuck me and my question then. from the looks of it, he’s laying in his hotel bed. all you can see is the top of his head though, strange?
“i’m taking a nice relaxing bath, soaking in the peace while i have some. today’s practice was so tiring.”
“mm,” he groans out. it’s silent for a beat before he speaks again, “fuck- i miss you, baby,” he sounds breathless.
um. “i miss you too… are you feeling okay?” your eyebrows furrow with concern. his camera moved down a bit more, you can see his whole face now. his eyes are closed, his bottom lip squeezed between his teeth, eyebrows pinched together. it seems he has no shirt on also, which is pretty normal for him.
“y-yeah, i’m just tired,” his eyes open to look at you now, droopy.
“oh- well, i’ll let you go then. get some rest, okay?”
“alright. b-bye,” he stutters. right before he hangs up the phone, yes, he hangs up, you hear a moan. well, no not a moan. a groan? squeak? whatever the fuck it was, it didn’t come from him. it was high pitched, feminine.
the fuck?
your thumbs move faster than your brain.
you: what the fuck was that?
12:28am
you: hello?
12:46am
you: jaehyun r u srs
you: did u fall asleep
1:13am
you: annyeonghaseyo what the fuck ????
now here you are, laying in your bed. restless, stressed, sad. you have pretty damn good ears, there’s no chance that they could be deceiving you right now. it’s been almost two hours since he hung up and you bolted out of the bathroom. you don’t understand, everything was fine before he left. what could’ve happened within the span of a few days?
you didn’t get a wink of sleep. maybe an hour — no, that’s a reach. you slept for thirty minutes before your alarm clock began screaming at you to wake up. ten seconds later, here comes the banging on the door.
“what, literally what?” you yelled as you stomped towards the door, swinging it open harshly.
“oh- good morning to you, too,” wooyoung waves before pushing past you and into your living room. “you look like shit, by the way.”
you’re surprised your eyes didn’t get stuck in the back of your head with the force you rolled them with. “we don’t have practice for another three hours wooyoung, why are you here?”
“i’m here to chill and eat your snacks beforehand, duh. call it practice pregame,” he says matter-of-factly.
“the whole point of me having my own dorm was so that none of you could be in here with me. get out,” you deadpanned as you made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
“well that’s kind of hard to avoid, i’m only a building away. plus, san, mingi, and seonghwa literally live a door down.”
“yeah, a door down, not in my guest bedroom.”
wooyoung scoffs and turns his body away from the tv, really watching you now, “what’s up with you today? you’re awfully snappy”
you place your glass on the island counter and stare at him for second. he’s serious, isn’t he? “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i only got thirty minutes of sleep before i was woken up by a psychotic alarm clock at seven in the fucking morning! then an even more psychotic man—who is currently sitting on my couch, barged into my home, chose to bother me on a morning that wouldn’t have been any better anyways but at least i wouldn’t have to worry about being disturbed by you—” you ramble, your hands flailing all over the place as you go on and on.
wooyoung? he listens. he could tell something has been bothering you these past few days, he knows it’s best for you to let it all out now than later. in the midst of your breakdown he rises from the couch and moves to sit across from where you stand instead.
“i tried to have a relaxing night last night before my fucking boyfriend called me—”
“i thought you were excited to talk to him?”
“oh, just you fucking wait. so, he ended up calling me while i was in the bath. when i answered he sounded very… tired? i guess, i have no idea anymore. i’m so fucking confused,” you hold your head in your hands as you recall what happened last night, “he fucking called me, okay? i knew something was off when i answered and the only thing i could see was his stupid fucking forehead for the first two minutes.”
“two minutes? but th—”
“it was a short conversation,” you cut wooyoung off, holding your hand up, “i tried to talk to him about my day, you know, normal couple things. told him about practice, all that good shit. what’d he say? mm. fucking mm?!” you exclaimed, “and it didn’t even sound like an mm of acknowledgement, it sounded horny as fuck! he was all like—mm fuck, baby i miss you, like, get out of my face.”
wooyoung rolled his eyes, not at you—never at you, but at what he was hearing. he was simply distraught at the fact that anyone could be so vague and passive with you, one of the most charismatic people he knows. although he can’t blame him if he was in fact horny.
“that’s not even it, wooyoung. he starts… moaning? groaning? i don’t know, he sounded out of breath and like he was trying to hold stuff in. eventually, the camera moved down. i don’t think he meant for it to though. he was biting his lip and shit, it looked freaky as hell, and trust me, i know his sex faces.”
wooyoung grimaces at the thought of you doing the deed with someone, “alright maybe i didn’t need to know that.” retract previous statement. he can blame him.
“no you definitely did, it’s crucial to the plot. anyways, i asked him if he felt okay, to which he replied y-yeah, i’m just tired,” you mocked him in your ‘man voice’, “i told him to just get some rest—now keep in mind, he called me, okay? right before he hung up i heard a weird noise. i don’t wanna say it was a woman, but it sounded very feminine.”
“what the fuck?”
“yeah, what the fuck. i texted him for an hour straight last night, still no response to this very moment,” you sigh, now looking down at your glass of water. “i don’t want to accuse him of cheating but like,” you look back up at wooyoung, “ive had this gut feeling something bad was happening behind my back ever since he left for tour. that’s why ive been acting strange, and i know i shouldn’t have held it in but i just-” you sigh.
wooyoung is absolutely fuming, even if he didn’t show it. he is a man after all, he understands exactly what is going on—granted he’d never participate in such devious activities if he had a parter, especially not if he had someone like you. he walked around the counter and engulfed you in his arms. your body began to tremble, finally releasing all the pent up emotions you’ve been holding on to.
“i’m sorry i was mean,” your muffled voice fills his ears.
“it’s okay honey, i’d be mean too if i were you,” he pulled back to look at your face. your had tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at him. it tore him into pieces to see you like this. his hands reached up to wipe your face, “go get cleaned up, we’re going out.”
you frown, “out where?”
“out,” he shoves you towards your room, “go.”
“ooh look at this,” san chirps as he poses with the girliest purse you’ve ever seen. wooyoung decided to gather almost everyone to go out and shop together after your breakdown? rant? rant. you don’t have breakdowns over men. either way, it’s definitely cheering you up.
“wait, what about this one?” mingi walks up behind you with a more sleek purse. oh, here comes seonghwa strutting down with wooyoung hand-in-hand, holding matching coach bags. you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous they look.
“so if i say i love them all you guys will buy them for me?” you lift your eyebrow with a smirk on your face.
“yes,” they say in unison.
chuckling and shaking your head, “guys you don’t have to do this, i’m seriously fine with just walking around. you don’t have to shove all these things in my face and beg to buy them for me,” wooyoung looks at you with a knowing look, cocking his head to the side. he can always tell when you’re bluffing, “okay fine, sugar baby me.”
and sugar baby you they sure fucking did. the boys walk in tandem with you back to your dorm, all of their arms covered with bags of things they bought you. you know when that one kid in school walked down the hallway and you just knew they were coming because of their keychains? yeah, that’s basically them but with shopping bags right now.
“fuck, why did you let me do this,” seonghwa pants as you guys exit the elevator.
“you wouldn’t leave me alone, don’t complain now,” you shrug as you unlock your door and let them in. the bags are immediately dropped to the floor, grunts and groans of relief coming from the men. “you guys are dramatic. hey—don’t break my shit!”
“anything you say, girly. now let’s go, we have to be at practice in thirty minutes. hongjoong will kill us if we’re late… again.” san says.
you giggle as they walk ahead of you and out of your dorm. as you’re locking your door you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, frowning, you pull it out.
oh.
jaehyun.
you begrudgingly put the phone to your ear, “yes, jaehyun?” wooyoung turns to look at you at the mention of his name, a concerned look on his face. you shake your head at him and motion for him to go ahead, which he reluctantly obeys.
“hey baby, how are you?”
“uh, i’m good. could be better, actually. what’s up?” you begin walking a few feet behind the boys, closer to wooyoung than the rest of them. of course, he purposefully walked slower than the rest to pick up on your conversation. call him nosy, shame him for eavesdropping, he couldn’t care less.
“oh, um- i was just wondering. what happened last night?”
your heart stopped for a moment. he’s serious?
“what do you mean?”
“well i saw i had called you last night but i don’t remember it at all, haha,” haha. “i drank with the guys so i was pretty drunk.”
“oh, i see… were you too drunk to answer my texts as well or was that because you were busy doing something else—or should i say—someone else?” your irritation is evident in your voice at this point. the other side of the line does quiet for a beat too long, so you take the initiative, “you know what, jaehyun? until you manage to use all the brain power you have left to tell me exactly what you were doing last night; don’t message me, don’t call me, don’t even think of me. got it?”
“wait- baby, i-”
beep beep beep.
shut up.
you rolled your eyes and tucked your phone back into your pocket. the peace was nice for the two hours it lasted.
“get out. my. face.” sans voice booms through the practice room as he calls out the phrases that helps you all remember the choreo. today is the last day of practice, which is very stressful for you this time around. usuallly you’d have every movement nailed down by now, but you’re falling behind.
you keep fucking bumping into mingi during the stupid ass line formation you have to do. you’re sweating, your clothes are sticking to your body, hair falling out of your ponytail, bruises beginning to form from your countless failures.
“take 5 guys,” hongjoong calls out as he exits the room.
“are you doing okay?” jongho crouched down beside where you’re sprawled out on the floor.
“oh my fucking lord, yes, i’m fucking peachy. i am perfectly fine. why is everyone asking me this? actually, no, you know what, jongho? no, i’m not fucking okay because i’m pretty sure my boyfriend is cheating on me with some random bitch while i’m here stuck in this muggy practice room and failing at everything i do. is that a better answer for you guys? i’m not okay,” is what you wish you could scream out at the top of your lungs. unfortunately, what you say is, “i’m okay jjong, thank you,” don’t forget to top it off with a smile and nod!
thankfully, he drops it, deciding to not push you further. unlike someone, what’s his name?
“yeah right, what’d that asshole have to say to you earlier?” wooyoung plops himself on the ground on your other side. oh right, wooyoung.
“wouldn’t you like to know.”
“yeah i would, that’s kind of why i asked,” he shoves your shoulder, “come on, tell me. i promise i wont hunt him down, even though i should,” he murmurs the last part.
“what was that?” he shakes his head and motions for you to speak, sigh. “he basically just told me he didn’t remember anything from last night.”
“mm, and what’d you say?”
“you know what i said wooyoung, i know you were listening.”
“well tell me again, it was kind of hot,” he smirks, that makes you roll your eyes as you laugh.
hongjoong comes back and everything is set in motion once again, you swear that five minute break felt more like five seconds. after two more hours the work day has ended, you’re back in your bed, and suddenly it’s almost a month later. you pulled countless all-nighters practicing the choreography by yourself, pushing your body to its limit. jaehyun? not a word from him, and that’s perfectly fine with you. the music video released a few days ago, and now it’s s performance day. you have bigger things to worry about.
to say you’re nervous is an understatement. the anxiety of repeating the same mistakes you had worked so hard to fix comes creeping up your neck, sending shivers down your spine. or was it the hand that’s now laying against your lower back that did that?
“you ready, popstar?” wooyoung whispers into your ear from behind. you can’t see him, but you can feel him. hear him, smell him. it’s overwhelming to say the least, but also provides you a sense of comfort. you turn your head to the side and smile at him with a nod.
you all get into position in the stage, waiting patiently for the music to start, fans are cheering. what’s going in your head, you wonder?
anytime now…
oh! that scared me, oh my it’s really loud.
these lights are blinding me…
don’t mess up, don’t fuck it up. wait—yes, fuck it up. fuck it up so good, girl.
get out. my. face.
please don’t bump into him, please don’t bump into him.
oh thank fuck. thank you, lord.
okay jongho sing itttt.
voice please don’t crack, it’s my turn.
gotta make that money make—
it’s nothing but heavy breathing and stripping of clothing once you get backstage. you had been itching to get this heavy ass jacket off your frame for over an hour now, the relief of shredding it from your body an overwhelming sensation.
“you did so good, im so proud of you.” wooyoung jogs towards you and squeezes you so tight you can barely breathe.
“thank you, youngie, but i’m really sweaty and i kinda can’t breathe… move. please.” he pulls away with a breathless smile.
“you ready to do it all over again in two days?” he winks at you, the guttural groan you let out probably echoed down the halls. “i’ll take that as a no,” he laughs.
later that night after you’ve returned home and showered, you hear a knock at your door. who the fuck? you open the door to see none other than jung fucking wooyoung standing there in his full pajama set.
a giggle escapes your lip as you quirk a brow at him, “and what do you think you’re doing?”
“uh, sleepover?” he says, or asks, it’s hard to tell which one it was. once you see the container of brownies in his hands though? it was an immediate yes anyway. he cooks you dinner, you serve him wine, it all felt very domestic but also… just friendly? there was no tension, nothing dramatic. it was almost as if he were one of your girlfriends. you gossiped, laughed, watched movies, things that you’d do with your best friend.
while you guys are in the middle of watching the second hunger games movie, there’s another knock at the door.
“did you invite san or yeosang over?” you question, to which he shakes his head just as confused as you are. you get up and go open the door, freezing in place once you see who’s behind your door.
jaehyun.
all you can do is stare at him through the crack of the door, all the emotions you had forgotten about a month ago suddenly crashing down on you.
“who is it?” you hear wooyoung shout from the couch. nobody answered him.
“hey,” jaehyun started. no.
“don’t,” you hold your hand up, “are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“look, i know i messed up—”
“messed up? messed up?! we haven’t spoken in a fucking month, jaehyun!” you snatch your phone from the pocket of your pajama pants and open the messages between you guys, “12:28am, what the fuck was that? 12:46am, hello? jaehyun are you serious? did you fall asleep? 1:13am, hello, what the fuck?” your eyes are open so wide they’re damn near bulging out of your head. behind you, wooyoung creeps up around the corner.
“baby, please just let me in so we can talk—”
“about what? about fucking what, jaehyun? have you finally remembered what happened that night or what?” silence. “well, i’m waiting. what happened? please, do tell.”
silence, again. fine.
“i thought you were on tour, why are you here?”
“i- i am- i was i- i’m back just for the week. i-“ he sighs, searching for the words he wants to say, “i- i cheated on you,” he said under his breath as he looked at his feet.
“hm? what?”
“i fucking cheated! okay? are you happy now? i cheated on you!”
your five senses have been infiltrated once again.
blurry. everything is blurry, you can’t see who you’re talking to anymore. nothing is clear, you’ve spent two years of your life with this man. the man you thought you would marry, the man who wrote songs about you, the man who was your first everything.
your ears are ringing, what did he say? you knew it, you had a feeling deep down inside. but for him to just flat out scream it out like it means nothing? like you mean nothing?
you can smell the alcohol on his breath as he speaks to you. oh, he’s been drinking. again. go figure.
just seeing him leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.
tears. red, hot, angry tears are streaming down your face. you feel your hands touch your face, are you moving your arms? you can’t feel them. everything feels numb, you’re numb.
“y-you need to go,” you whimper, looking right through him as more and more tears cascade down your cheeks.
“jagiya, i-”
“don’t,” you feel a hand on the small of your back. your lip starts quivering, you start breathing faster, you’re panicking. you don’t understand anything that’s going on right now. “you heard her, you need to go,” he doesn’t. “leave before i fucking make you leave, and trust me, you don’t want that.” wooyoung threatens, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden outburst. his hand rubs circles against your spine.
jaehyun looks between the two of you, then at the floor, ultimately deciding to leave the premise. your numb hand slowly moves to shut the door, and all you can do is stare at it. you feel your body slide down the door as your sobs finally break free.
you knew it.
you fucking knew it.
why were you in denial for so long? why did you allow this to happen to yourself? this is all your fault, if you knew, then why didn’t you end it before now? do you still love him? were you hoping that it wasn’t true? god, it would’ve been much better if you were just making thing up in your head.
you sob, and you sob even more. wooyoung drops down next to you and pulls you into his arms. “what’s wrong with me?” you cry out.
“nothing is wrong with you, honey. nothing at all, okay?” he hears his chin on top of your head as he rubs your back, “he has no idea what he just lost. you’re the smartest, most amazing, beautiful, kind, courageous person i know. you’ll find the one who’s best for you.”
“promise?” you whimper.
wooyoungs heart is torn. all he wants in this moment is for you to be okay, happy, and in his arms. “i promise, i really do.”
it’s been a long time since that night. a really long time, actually. you’ve had three comebacks since then and are currently working on your fourth; golden hour: part 4. now sitting in the studio, wooyoung and yourself are bundled up on the couch together scrolling on pinterest.
“i’ll do it if you do it,” he smiles and turns his head to look at you, showing you a picture of cherry red hair.
“you want me to dye my hair red?” he nods. “you’re not gonna chicken out last second and have me running around like strawberry shortcake, will you?” wooyoung damn near dies. why? because it’s you. it wasn’t nearly half as funny as he made it out to be, but you just tickle him so good.
“of course not, i’ve already dyed my hair red before, remember?” oh you remember all too well. that red hair looked spectacular on him. it was during that time when you had a crush on him—or was it before then? scratch that, it was when you first met. you had a huge crush on wooyoung when you first met, and it lasted up until you met jaehyun for the first time. when was that? 2021? you broke up in… 2024?
gosh, it’s been so long since you’ve even thought about jaehyun. it’s now 2026 and you all have moved on to bigger and better things. last you checked, he was doing his military service.
haha, you lost your hair. loser.
you know who hasn’t lost his hair? wooyoung. where were we? oh right, back to the crush thing. yeah, you had the fattest crush on him, just cute puppy love at first. he didn’t know, you tried to hold it in, it ate away at you for years, and eventually the crush faded. but now? something has changed, you can’t tell if it’s the way he looks at you or if the plates in your brain shifted the night he comforted you during one of the most heartbreaking moments in your life. all you know is right now, he is taking your breath away all over again.
“do you know how to dye hair?” you ask.
“i mean… not really, but i can try.” he smiles down at you, oh god.
“alright, i’ll dye your hair tonight. come over with the stuff so i can get to business, and make sure you get enough!”
“how much is enough?”
“the whole store baby, the whole store.” you rest your head on his shoulder and continue scrolling on your phone.
baby? did she just call me baby? she’s never done that before. what does that mean? uh, my heart is kind of freaking out. oh my god, does she hear it?
so yeah, wooyoung may or may not have never gotten over his crush on you. fuck that, he never did. it’s definite. when you were with jaehyun he had to tone down the his touching, flirting, all the things that makes him, well, him. but it’s been two years since jaehyun has been out of the picture. guess what that means? it’s his turn.
he’s had a crush on you ever since you graced his eyes, though he never allowed himself to show it. which, even if he did, he’s pretty sure you’d only just think it’s him being the same old flirty wooyoung when that wouldn’t have been the case at all. i mean, yes, he has flirted with you, and yes it has been serious on his end. does he think you got the hint though? pfft, how could you? you were too far up jaehyuns ass to pay him any mind.
knock knock knock
“yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yayyyyy!” you squeal as you make your way over to your door. you love when it’s time to get your hair done, just as much as you love doing others’ hair. you yank the door open with a big smile, and as expected, wooyoung is standing there with a boyish grin and a bag full of hair supplies.
“are you ready to stain your entire bathroom?”
“yes!”
here’s the current situation; you currently have your hair soaked in red dye under a shower cap. wooyoung? he’s sitting on the toilet while you stand in front of him and work the dye into his hair.
“you should’ve put gloves on,” he says as he watches you work your magic above him. he’s extremely aware of how close you are to one another right now, you between his legs while he struggles to figure out where the fuck he should put his hands.
“well you didn’t either. if you get in trouble then i’ll get in trouble too,” you smile down at him with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. he takes this moment to really look at you. you have a beauty mark right under your lip, how has he never noticed that before? you smell amazing, don’t get him wrong, you always smell good, but right now? oh my god. vanilla and everything gourmand. wooyoung swears he’s become addicted to it.
you know he’s staring, you’re extremely aware of it actually. that’s what makes this all the more fun. you’ve noticed he’s been extra clingy lately. always sitting with you during practice breaks, going to get food with you, getting food for you, he’s even been walking you home some nights. you’re not sure why, but your hopes are most certainly high.
“what’re you looking at?” you question with an anxious laugh.
“your beauty mark,” he replies, reaching up to rub his finger against it. okay, that took you off guard completely. your entire body froze for a second before getting back to work on his hair, reaching to gather more of the dye. wooyoung noticed the effect he had on you.
“you’re just now noticing it?”
“yeah, i don’t know why though…” he says softly, almost mesmerized. “it’s pretty,” the room is silent for a moment after that, the only sound coming from your hands working on his head. “you’re pretty.”
you freeze.
what did he just say?
your eyes fall to his, he’s already looking at you. you both stare at each other for a moment, no words being said but somehow it’s so loud in this bathroom. you notice him leaning up, an attempt to get closer to your face. you find yourself also inching closer to him, so close yet so far.
your lips are inches away from each other at this point, his breath tickling your face. his hands slide up the backs of your legs and that’s what snaps you out of it. you quickly pull away, clearing your throat. wooyoung jumps from shock and does the same, nervously rubbing his hands on his thighs.
“um- your hair should be good now. we just have to leave it in for thirty minutes,” you quickly say as your hands move just as fast to grab all the trash.
wooyoung clears his throat, “yeah, alright. okay,” he stands and grabs a shower cap, putting it over his hair. you’re out of the bathroom in a flash, speeding to your trash can and onto the couch. fuck. what just happened.
you turn a show on, no idea what it is but it provides you a distraction from whatever the hell you almost did in there. wooyoung makes himself known by sinking into the couch next to you. you don’t look at him, don’t acknowledge his presence, you don’t even speak. all you can do is stare straight ahead at the tv and pray the timer on your phone goes off any minute now.
wooyoung is the same. this fucking timer can’t go off any faster. he takes his chances and looks over at you, but you pay him no mind. ouch. it’s stays exactly like that until thirty minutes are up, the both of you springing off the couch and heading for the bathroom.
“we should wash your hair out first since it’s been sitting longer,” he points out. yeah, i guess we should. you grab a towel and wrap it around your shoulders while wooyoung takes your shower cap off. god this is awkward. you get on your knees and lean over the tub while wooyoung begins massaging your head under the water.
“holy fucking shit it’s been almost ten minutes why is the water not clear yet?” you yell out. you back is aching and your sure wooyoungs is too.
“i don’t know, do you think it’s good enough? i mean, it’s pink water and not red water so…”
“it’s good. it’s good, it’s good. oh my god, my back hurts please let me get up,” you groan as wooyoung helps you up and wraps the towel over your head. you just stare at each other for a minute before letting out tiny laughs. “you’re next.”
wooyoung stares at your pink-stained bathtub, “yeah, i guess i am.” and then you repeat the process once more, except it’s much louder and way more annoying this time.
“ouch! don’t rip my hair out, damn it!”
“i’m sorry, im not trying to!”
“my back hurts, oh my god.”
“i’m never letting you dye my hair again.”
wah, wah, wah! crybaby, crybaby, crybaby!
eventually, the torture is over and it’s time to dry the hair. great.
“do you want me to dry your hair or do you have it?” you ask.
wooyoung smiles, “you can do it.” oh, of course. don’t be mistaken, the situation is still very much awkward, but somehow a bit of the tension has been released. that’s just how you guys are. while you dry his hair there’s nothing to be said, as if you would even be able to with how loud the damn thing is.
once you finish his hair you switch roles, but instead of you sitting on the toilet he stands behind you in front of the sink. perks of being taller, i guess. you watch him very carefully through the mirror as he runs his fingers through your hair, making sure to dry every piece without tangles. he’s so pretty, you can’t help but to think.
just then, he looks up at you. you’ve been caught. his smirk grows wide, “whatcha looking at, huh?” he yells over the blow dryer.
“mm, nothing,” you say innocently with the faintest smile.
he turns the blow dryer off, “huh? what was that?” he teases.
you roll your eyes, “i said nothing.” he places the blow dryer on the counter and traps you from behind, both arms resting on either side of your body.
“doesn’t look like nothing,” he whispers in your ear whilst maintaining eye contact in the mirror. is the window open? it’s very cold in here, no, it’s hot. it’s so fucking hot.
wooyoungs hands move to your waist and spin you around to face him, “you won’t run from me this time, will you?” he whispers, eyes flicking to your lips for a split second.
you can’t help but to notice how close you both are in this moment, his hips keeping you grounded against counter, the tips of your noses brushing. you shake your head as you both lean in, lips finally locking. his arms wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer, your arms lock around his neck, fingers pulling at his freshly dyed hair.
you open your eyes for a split second, seeing the cherry red hair you worked oh so hard on.
you hear wooyoungs groans as you pull his soft hair, and you can smell the strawberry chapstick he must’ve put on right before this.
your tongues mix together, now finally, you taste the strawberry chapstick.
his hands are roaming all over your body now, and you reciprocate. your hands glide down his back, feeling the muscles as they flex beneath your hands.
wooyoung groans into your mouth once more, feeding you with all of his beautiful sounds. yours mouths move in tandem with one another, barely coming up for air, but when you finally do? oh, it is so, so sweet.
your breaths mingle as you pull apart, staring into each others eyes. “so,” you squeak.
“so.”
“what now?” he hums as he rests his forehead on yours.
“hmm, round two?” you both giggle as you lock your lips for a second time that night, the both of you having no idea what you’ve just started.
it’s officially comeback day. you’ve got adrenaline flushing through your veins. no, seriously. you’re all backstage getting your make up and hair done. wooyoung is sitting beside you with his assigned make up artist while you get your hair done, scrolling through your phone and seeing what atiny thinks about the music video.
“wooyoung, atiny said they like our matching hair.” you giggle and show him the comments under the video.
“they have good taste,” he winks. after about fifteen minutes your hair is done and wooyoung has his make up on, it’s time to rotate with the other members. you walk out the room and to your dressing room to make any adjustments to your make up and hair. what? god forbid a girl has preferences.
“now why are you ruining what our lovely stylists worked so hard on?” the oh, so, familiar voice booms through your dressing room, causing you to jump and accidentally smear lipstick on your chin.
“wooyoung!” you whined, pouting at him through the mirror. he’s smirking, leaning against the doorframe. “it wasn’t ruined until you did that shit!” you groan, not noticing him close the door and lock it behind him. you’re too focused on trying to fix your make up that you don’t realize how close he is now.
“aww baby, it’s okay. here, let me see,” he leans down from behind and holds your face in his hand. oh. licking his lips, he kisses up from the smeared lipstick to your lips, stealing your breath away. you relax immediately, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding in all this time.
he pulls away with a frown, “mm. that didn’t work, hold on.” he moves his thumb to your chin, carefully wiping the lipstick off. his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as he pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb. feeling a bit naughty, you take advantage of this moment. you open your mouth and let him thumb glide against your tongue, maintaining eye contact with the cherry-haired man. “oh, baby…” he groans, “you shouldn’t do that.”
that only encourages you to suck his thumb harder. “oh, i see. you wanna be a little slut, huh?” your eyes gloss over at that, pupils dilated. he pushes his thumb further back before sliding it out your mouth, holding the side of your head as you lean into his touch.
“please,” you beg.
“please what?” he presses, sinking down to his knees and turning your chair to face him. your legs spread willingly, your body moving before you can even think. his hands smooth over your thighs, trialing up your skirt, “you gotta tell me what you want or i can’t help you, my love.”
your breath hitches as he pulls down the shorts you’re wearing underneath your skirt. “p-please, touch me.”
“touch you?” he cocks his head to the side, “touch you where, huh?” wooyoung leaves a trail of kisses up your inner thighs and pushes up your skirt to reveal your panties. his thumb grazes the wet spot shining through them, “here?” your legs try to close but oh, oh no, he’s not having that. he keeps your legs spread with his hands, “keep these pretty legs open or you won’t be getting a damn thing from me, got it?”
you’ve never nodded your head so quick in your life.
he hooks his thumb on your panties and pushes them aside, mouth watering at the sight. “oh, look at this pretty pussy,” he damn near moans as he blows cool air against your heat, making your hips jerk forward. he smirks before sinking inbetween your thighs, flattening his tongue against you to test the waters. you lay your head back against the chair, a content sigh escaping your lips.
his tongue swirled around your clit once, twice, three times before he began to suck, eliciting a loud moan from you. then comes his fingers, and boy does he waste no time. he dives two fingers into your heat, curling and twisting while you encourage him with your moans.
“oh- fuck, youngie.” you cry out. he chuckles against your clit before picking up the pace, “please- don’t stop, please.”
“mm, yeah? don’t stop?”
“please-”
“tell me how good it feels baby, tell your youngie how good he’s treating your pussy.”
you’ve completely lost your mind at this point, the coil in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter by the second. not a single word is coming to mind. you can’t speak, you can hardly think, only thing you know is him. with another flick of his tongue you’re releasing all over his fingers, crying out for god knows who as you rock your hips with the movement of his fingers still inside of you.
“yeah baby, let it all out for me. cum all over my fingers.” he coos. he helps you ride out your orgasm with a couple kisses to your now swollen clit, kissing up your body to your mouth. you can taste yourself on his tongue, his fingers still pumping in and out of your at a slow pace. after another minute or two he finally pulls them out of you, sucking his fingers dry and pulling you into another sloppy, wet, kiss.
when he pulls away a string of saliva is left behind, keeping the two of you connected. “bend over the vanity for me, doll.” he says as he unbuckles his belt and works to get his pants off. you do as he says and watch in the mirror as he pulls his cock out. you bite your lip once you see his red, hot, angry tip is leaking with precum, mouth immediately watering. “it’s impolite to stare.” he teases, pushing your head further down as he lines up behind you.
he pushes your skirt over your hips and pulls your panties to the side again, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, your mouth falls open as a silent moan tears through you. wooyoung bites his lip as he watches through the mirror. “that feel good baby? you feel me?” you nod. all you can do is nod at this point, you’re so insanely fucked out and he’s barely even done anything. “i need you to be quieter this time, okay? we gotta go on in five minutes.” he whispers in your ear.
his hands hold your hips steady against the vanity as he pushes in, holding back his own moan as he sinks into your heat. “fuckkk, baby.” he groans, his head falling back before he slides out and then slams back into you.
his whole body is leaning over you now as his hips piston into your gummy walls, your mouth has fallen open once again and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “oh, fuck!” your cry out, causing wooyoung to shove two fingers into your mouth to shut you the fuck up.
“what did i say?” he groans breathlessly into your ear, “be a good girl for me, shhh, shh, it’s okay.” he has to bite into your shoulder himself just to stay quiet, his own orgasm creeping up on him. the coil in your stomach is tightening again, your hands grabbing out for anything to keep you stable.
your orgasm tears through you once more, tears running down your face. “i feel you, baby. i’m here.” his hips are moving at an impossible speed by now, chasing his orgasm along with yours. once he feels your walls fluttering around him he knows it’s time. “cum again, baby. cum all over my cock, please- cum for me.” his whines drive you over the edge.
your entire body trembles underneath his as you release for the third time, all over his now softening cock. he pumps a few more times, making sure every last drop is gone before removing his fingers from your mouth and leaning back, looking down at the beautiful sight. once he slides out of you, his thumb replaces his cock. bending down to be face to face with your pussy, he pumps his thumb in and out of you a few times. “gotta make sure you don’t leak all over the stage, huh?” he smirks, removing his thumb and sliding your panties back into place.
“hey, where are my shorts?” you ask once you’ve both cleaned each other up. wooyoung smirks at you for what feels like the hundredth time today.
“oh, you mean these?” he holds them up on his pointer finger, waving them around in your face before shoving them in his pocket. “you won’t be needing them.”
staff knocks on your door, “thirty seconds, let’s go!” you both look at the door and then at each other.
wooyoung leans towards you, “like i said, don’t leak all over the stage.” and with that, he leaves a smack on your ass before walking out of the dressing room, leaving both you and your five senses going haywire.
Warnings: MDNI (19+) Rough Sex, Edging, Drinking, Smoking, Dom & Sub Dynamics, Choking, Dirty Talk, Praise, Pinning, Unprotected Sex, Bondage, Oral Sex (f & m receiving)
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3.7k
Featuring: Song Mingi & Fem!Reader
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You walk into the house, crowds of people consuming the little space that was held. You anxiously searched for Wooyoung, the man you loved dearly.
You made your way through the tight space, shifting your body to move through.
You stop for a second to take a look around in hopes to find Wooyoung.
“You’re so funny, WooWoo.” A giggle of an unfamiliar voice rang through. Your stomach fell. Who the fuck is talking to Wooyoung like that? You thought, creeping your way towards the giggles.
“Wooyoung?” You pause to find your boyfriend cuddled up with another woman.
“Wooyoung!? What the fuck!?” You interrupt. “Y/n! I-“ Before he could speak, you slapped him across the face. “What the fuck are you doing!?”
Tears fill your eyes, your hands trembling. “So, this is who you’re fucking around with!?” You begin to sob. “For months I have been trying to get this close to you, but time and time again, you’ve been letting this whore get close to you!”
“What the fuck did you just call me?” The girl tried getting in your face but without a second thought, you swung your hand to slap her. “You heard me.” You say with grinned teeth.
“It’s not what it looks like.” Wooyoung tries to defend his actions, reaching out his hand to hold your wrist. “Then what the fuck do you think it looks like!?” You yell, slapping away his hand.
“6 months down the fucking drain because you couldn’t control your fucking lust!?” You say. “I gave you my everything and yet you treat me like this!?”
Wooyoung stayed silent, dropping his head. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” He utters.
“How long has this been going on for?” Tears roll past your cheeks, anger and sadness filling your chest with aches of loneliness.
“2 months.” Wooyoung admitted. “2 months?” You repeat, gulping the lump that can never leave your throat.
“Alright..” You walk away without a word, going into the crowd.
You were wiping your tears away, gasping for air to try and calm your nerves down. Nothing that just happened felt real, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that the man you planned your feature with could cheat on you in ways that remained unthinkable.
You grab a cup filling it to the brim with alcohol trying to forget your thoughts, trying to wrap your mind around what you just witnessed. Taking a shot, you continued to repeat your actions until your vision began to slow, finally being able to just sip on the remaining alcohol in your cup.
The house continued to grow with more people, eventually crowding you out of the room. You walked up the stairs leading to the balcony. Sliding the door open, you find a tall, dark haired guy standing on the balcony.
His broad back stayed turned, a red plastic cup held ever so slightly in his hand. His black suppressed shirt defined his muscles, loose baggy pants that sat perfectly around his waist.
“Out here alone?” You ask gently, now standing next to him. You glance at him, but his gaze isn’t shared.
Your eyes darted around his features, his large Adam's apple bulging as he swallowed his beverage, to his slender nose, his plumped lips, his jawline that was dangerously defined, from the way his hair slightly danced in the wind to the lights reflecting on his clear skin. He was handsome.
“Yeah.” He responded. “Trying to avoid the crowd, you know?” He says, sipping on his alcohol.
“Yeah.” You say. “It got crowded fast.”
The silence filled the space between you two, the sound of the wind breezing against the autumn leaves, the chill chasing goosebumps against your soft skin.
“You good?” He asks, still looking afar. “Me? Oh, I guess you could say that.” You chuckle, running your finger around the brim of your cup.
“You seem like you just got your heart broken.” He utters now sharing the eye contact. “I mean, I did, but..” You sigh, looking down at your little alcohol that was left. “Theres nothing that I could do, he chose me over some… girl.”
He looks away, pressing his lips together and nods slowly.
You were near breakdown before you fixed your posture and smile, clearing your throat. “Let’s change the subject.” You say.
“Did you finish the essay?” Mingi turned to face you, the gaze being shared. “Yeah, I finished it before coming here.” He says. “Did you?”
You press your lips together before shaking your head from side to side. “No, not yet- I’m procrastinating.” You say with a soft giggle.
Mingi chuckles. “That seems to be your number one complaint this semester.” He jokes.
“Hey! It’s not my fault I have a gold fish brain.” You laugh.
You and Mingi share a few classes together. You didn’t know him, just a few words that were exchanged when walking past each other in the halls or in class. He was rather reserved. He had no interest in wanting to be close to others, it only seemed like he was tolerating most people. You couldn’t blame him though, most people are insufferable.
You take a glance at Mingi and you see his smile, although it was something you hardly got to see since he was always a reserved person. It felt genuine.
“Hey, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you in class on Monday, yeah?” Mingi says.
“Yeah! I’ll see you on Monday.” You say, smiling.
Mingi turned to walk away before stopping to turn towards you.
“Do you want my number, you know, just so we can chit chat about class?” He asks.
Your heart flutters at his question which was weird — no one ever made your chest flutter with a simple question. And the fact a nearly complete stranger made your heart flutter was enough to make questions swarm your mind.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You agree, exchanging your numbers with his. “See ya.” He says before fading into the crowd inside.
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Y/N: Hey, is this Mingi? :>
You turn your phone down against the wooden table letting out a soft sigh, leaning your back against the chair. It has been two days since you officially had a conversation with Mingi, but it took you two days just to send a simple text. But for some odd reason, you felt so… Nervous.
You stared at the clutter that was scattered across your desk, papers after papers that hid the wooden desk. You were awful when it came to homework, a constant struggle you’ve faced since freshman year. It was a hassle just to complete one assignment let alone complete every assignment that was coming due in such a short amount of time.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, you always liked being able to stay busy and have things completed on time, but after your break up with your boyfriend of 6 months, all your mind could think about was loneliness, the feeling that you could never shake off even if you try hard enough to. It felt like the world was crashing every moment you beat your eyes open in the morning. It was always about him. All you wanted was freedom from your own thoughts.
Your phone lit up with a notification.
MINGI: Yeah, it’s me.
Your heart dropped, swiftly picking up your phone. A soft smile creeped across your lips.
MINGI: Are you free right now?
“Double texting?” You whisper to yourself, your thumbs hovered over your keyboard with thoughts quickly racing to fit a conversation.
You take a look around your desk. You were busy. But are you that busy?
You bit the inside of your cheek before sending a text, thinking about the appropriate response.
Y/N: I am free, why?
You watch your message go from delivered to read in a matter of seconds. His text bubble showed up a few seconds after.
MINGI: Do you want to hang out at my place? You know, to study for the quiz coming up. We can grab some dinner before we study.
You read his message four different times, your thumbs typing then deleting your typed message.
Why at his place?
Y/N: Sure. What time?
Your heart felt like it could jump out of your chest at any moment. The excitement filling your veins.
MINGI: 8pm tonight?
Y/N: Okay ! See you tonight then :]
MINGI: Okay, see you tonight.
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It was 6pm, you stood outside your dorm, the autumn air was cold yet warm. You wore a tank top with a loose fitting flannel tied with a skirt that rode up to your thigh. You checked the time. 6:33pm.
“Get in.” A familiar voice shouted. You jumped, seeing that Mingi had pulled up. You smiled.
Getting in the car you fastened your seatbelt, adjusting your hair to the left side of your shoulder to avoid your hair from pulling from under the thick polyester belt.
“Did you eat?” Mingi asks, pulling out of his parking spot, driving down the road. “A little.” You respond.
“What do you want to eat?” He asks, his one hand gripping the steering wheel as the other hand laid against his thigh.
“Hm, pasta?” Your voice is filled with excitement. “Sure thing.” He says. You giggle and clap your hands. “Yay! I’ve been craving pasta.” You softly whisper.
You take a small glance over at Mingi, the corner of his lip curls into a soft smile. A smile that wasn’t forced, a smile that felt real. You could not help but smile yourself, the feeling of happiness fell over your body with ease.
“We’re here.” Mingi kills the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt.
You glance to see a restaurant, a subtle gasp escaping your lips. It was tall with dim lights lighting the sidewalk. Guests eating inside with others walking on the busy sidewalk.
“This is a fancy restaurant.” You say to yourself but loud enough for Mingi to hear. “Not really.”
You turn your head to look at Mingi, your eyes darting down to his pink plumped lips then back up to his eyes. “Do you think it’s fancy?”
You stopped to think, silence falling between you two. You shifted in the seat. “No.” You utter clicking the seatbelt off.
For 6 months, Wooyoung never took you to restaurants, never gave you the time to spoil you in ways that made you feel loved. But for some reason, you felt like Mingi truly cared for how you felt, and cared for what you wanted.
Walking inside, the environment was quiet, the smell of food being served on hot plates, family and friends gathered around the table sharing laughter and stories, a chandelier hung above the entrance sparkling against the dim lighting. Soft melodies of songs being played throughout the entire restaurant made the environment welcoming. It was calming.
Being sat, you glanced at the silverware wrapped in a thin polyester cover, the candle that flickered with the warm air and the drooping of the table top that was fitted to perfection.
“Thank you.” You both said as your plates were delivered, the steam slowly spread into the air evaporating into nothing.
“Looks delicious.” You smile, taking your fork into one hand and the knife into another. “I’d hope so, you deserve delicious food.” Mingi said, cutting into his steak.
His response was warm, a response you yearned to hear. Just a response that made you feel wanted, cared for, and appreciated.
You twirl your pasta onto your fork, chewing on the last bite that you had taken.
“You have a little something.” Mingi pointed at his own lip. “Huh?” You wipe off the side of your lip. “Did I get it?” He shook his head, “the corner of your lip.”
You actively try to wipe away your mess but you can’t seem to reach where he was directing you. “Here.” Mingi reached his thumb to your lip, his soft thumb caresses over your lip, dragging softly to remove the sauce.
Your cheeks turn red, almost burning hot, heart thumping like never before. You stared at his face, taking in the feeling of his thumb touching your bottom lip.
He pulled away his thumb, smiling softly. “There, I got it.”
You pause for a moment, then smile. “Thanks, Mingi.”
It was 10:00pm. You sat on the floor of Mingi’s apartment, jotting down notes for your class. With a pause, you glance to look at Mingi, noticing the small details that he had.
His glasses were hanging on the bridge of his nose, his messy damp hair falling in front of his eyes, his slender long fingers typing on the keys, his veins flexing with each movement he took with each finger.
You shook your head and bit your lip, tilting your head to your notes.
“You good?” Mingi asks without having to take a look at you. “Huh?” You jolt up, fixing your posture. “Yeah, yeah I’m good…” You utter, fidgeting with the pen in your hand.
“You want a drink?” He asked, closing his laptop. “A drink?” You say with confusion.
“I have some soju.” He says. “Oh, soju, sure, that’ll be nice, with the amount of studying we’ve done.” You say, smiling.
Taking off his glasses he proceeds to stand to walk away, the fridge door opening then shutting. “I got 2 packs.” Mingi sighs as he sits, putting the medium sized bottle out from the carrier handing you a bottle.
You don’t even know the time now, you and Mingi were on the couch laughing, some bottles empty to half empty bottles of soju laid on the table in front of you.
“You’re so funny!” You giggle, taking a swig of your soju. Mingi was already drunk, but so were you. Mingi was smiling and laughing, leaning back to his couch.
You lay back with him. “I feel so wasted.” You drunkly utter, turning your head to look at him. “Yeah?” Mingi says in a low raspy tone. “Mhm.” You respond almost immediately.
It was silent for a moment, just the two of you staring at each other. Biting your lip, you sat up, your hand on his thigh.
At this moment, nothing mattered. Not your lousy ex who consumed your thoughts everyday or your assignments that were waiting to be completed. You’ve never felt so free, never felt like just hours ago you were consumed by thoughts that chained you down.
Mingi lifted you into his lap, his hands wrapping onto your hips. Your arms wrap around his neck, closing in the space between you and Mingi.
You were starting slow, your lips dancing in sync. You slowly started grinding your hips into his groin, his hands roaming your body, exploring every detail of your frame.
“God, Y/n.” Mingi breaks the kiss, lust pleading in his eyes. You tuck your hair behind your ear, biting your lip. Within seconds, Mingi flips your body around onto the couch, his knees reaching the floor.
“Do I have permission, Y/n?” Mingi stares up at you, as you take a look down. “Yes, Mingi.”
He straddles your skirt off from your body, exposing your pink lace. You felt shy, closing your legs. “No, baby, don’t hide your perfect parts from me.” Mingi opens your thighs, pushing your panties to the side.
“You’re so wet for me.” He cooed, rubbing his thumb gently on your clit. You jolted, a moan escaping from your lips.
His fingers enter, pumping at a pace that makes you arched your back, his one hand holding open your legs. “Look at you losing yourself over my fingers curling to your special spot.” Mingi kisses the inner part of your thighs, continuing at his pace.
“Fuck Mingi.” You moan out, your fingers reaching for something to grab. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” You squeak.
He removed his fingers, your wetness coating his fingers. He had other plans. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” Mingi whispers, lowering his head into your legs.
You let out a loud gasp, your hands grabbing into his dark hair. His tongue was slow, flicking your clit, licking every part of your slit. “Holy fucking shit!” You exclaim, closing your legs on each side of Mingi’s head. “God, you’re so fucking good.” You praise him, glancing down to meet his dark eyes. His tongue danced between your slit, favoring your clit.
He added his fingers while eating you out, pumping his fingers in motion. He sucked your clit perfectly, his fingers curling in ways that made you want to lose yourself on his fingers.
“Mingi please let me cum.” You plead, rolling your head back. Mingi pulls away, staring at your swollen clit, his fingers leaving you empty. “You’re so sensitive, baby.” Mingi stood, taking off his shirt, exposing his muscular figure.
You fell to your knees, staring up at Mingi who stared down at you. “I wanna suck your dick, Mingi.” You hold the seam of his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. You stared at his length that desperately pushed against his black boxers.
“Hm, yeah?” Mingi whispers, you pull down his boxers, his length springing out. “You’re so big.” You say, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “Can you handle it, princess?” He asks, running his fingers through your long hair.
You open your mouth, your tongue licking up his precum. That was your response to his question. He immediately moans, his loose fingers now grabbing strands of your hair. “Go on baby, show me what you can do with your pretty mouth.”
Taking in his length, you begin to suck, repeating the movement to the base of his cock and back to the tip. Your cheeks become hollow, tears filling your eyes. Your own saliva ran out from the corners of your mouth, mascara that ran past your rosey cheeks.
Mingi held your head, guiding you through sucking him off. “Fucckkk Y/n” He growls between his teeth. Before he could finish, he pushed you away from sucking him off. He lifts you without struggle, your back making contact with his couch.
“I’m going to abuse this pussy of yours.” He says, his tip meeting your entrance. “Have you lost your virginity?” Mingi asks, you shake your head in response. “You’re my first.” You manage to say.
“I’ll be gentle with you at first.” Mingi utters, adjusting his tip to your entrance. “I can’t promise that I won’t leave you weak after I’m done with you.” He says, pushing into you. His hands hold your hips to hold you in place. You gasp, the pain and the burning you felt sent your nerves into oblivion, his large length pushing through your tight walls, pausing then moving to help you adjust to his cock.
“It’s okay baby, I got you.” He says as his entire length fills your insides.
With a few moments of him pausing, he began to move his hips. The pain that once was felt turned into immense pleasure. “Holy fuck Mingi!” You moan out loudly, grabbing his forearms.
You met his gaze, his necklace was dangling down in front of your face, his hair was flopping with his movements. He had his lip tucked between his teeth, his hands exploring your body.
“Yeah? You like the way my cock fucks your pretty pussy?” Mingi groans, his thrusts hitting into your g-spot with ease. “Fuck yes.” You respond.
Mingi holds your throat, squeezing his fingers around your neck, his thrusts staying powerful.
Your moans become muffled, the pressure started to make you see stars. You hold his wrist, digging in your nails as the pleasure of his cock pushing between your tight cunt. “You take my cock so well.” Mingi praises. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Mingi lets go from choking, pulling his length out from your cunt. “Turn around for me.” Mingi commands, but you do as he says, your knees meeting the cushions.
He lines himself up to your entrance, his hands finding your way to your hips, his length pushing into you without guidance. You both let out a moan, your hands wrapping onto the couch for support.
His thrusts become powerful yet again, the sounds of your skin slapping against each other. “You love taking my cock, hm? You love how I make you feel?” Mingi takes his hand and slaps your ass as hard as he can, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling your head towards his frame, cupping your throat with his free hand.
“Yes, fuck, I love it Mingi. You do me so well.” You say in a low muffle, eyes rolling back from the immense pleasure that you’ve never experienced.
He fucks you harder, tightening his grip around your throat before letting go to bury the side of your cheek into the couch, his fingers curling to grip your hair, drilling his cock deeper. “Such a fucking slut.” He groans.
“I’m going to cum Mingi!” You moan out, toes curling as his tip continuously drills into your g-spot. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum?” He says, his thrusts becoming more sloppy.
“Yes! Fuck.” You say, continuously moaning out.
“Do it for me, cum.” He says.
You let go over him, coming to your high. “Oh my god.” You say in a muffle, your body trembling from the buildup of your release.
With a few more hard thrusts, Mingi shoots his load into you, bucking his hips in a slower motion as he lets himself go inside of you. He lets out a low groan, his nails digging into your bare skin.
He slowly pulls himself out of you, the mixture of your juices and his cum pouring out of you. “Let me get you a towel.”
Mingi goes away for what feels like forever as you hold the position afraid to make a mess by moving. “Goodness, you made a mess.” He says, wiping the mess from your genitals.
He picks you up into his arms. “Did I hurt you?” He asks as you lay on top of his bare chest. “No, you didn’t.” You whisper, nuzzling your cheek into him. “Good.”
You both fall asleep holding each other close. Maybe now you can feel how love is meant to be.
