I'm lyric, I'm pushing 30 & I'm a freaky-ass demisexual.
I block minors because I write for an 18+ audience. I typically write about breast worship/nipple play, cock worship, pleasure dom + bratty sub dynamics, and stuff along those lines.
I mainly post about BTS, SKZ, ATZ, and TXT on this blog.
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thinking about ... wooyoung and riding his abs .แ
WOOYOUNG didnโt even say yes.
he just lay back on the bed, one arm behind his head, the smirk on his face was infuriating to say the least. the moment he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist, he knew he was being watched by a predator called his girlfriend. you sat there in his shirt and your lace panties, thighs clenched and lips parted, eyes staringโฆ no, begging him silently.
โyouโre not gonna let me?โ you ask, already crawling onto the bed beside him.
โi didnโt say that,โ your boyfriend replied, holding the towel with his other hand, body still damp from the shower, โbut damn, baby, that desperate for me, youโre gonna use my abs?โ
โcan you not?โ you muttered, blushing while looking away. โyouโre pretty, and iโm horny.โ
like he wasnโt about to combust from the way his angel has gone absolutely feral over his toned abdomen. is your ovulation near? that would explain a lot; however, he doesnโt care, since heโs curious enough to see what that pretty little head thought of this time.
โgo on then, princess.โ
you straddled his waist, positioning yourself right over his stomach, slowly removing the panties, as you started to move slowly. grinding shamelessly, rubbing your soaked folds along the ridges of his abs. he flexes, watching you jolt from the pressure.
โangel, you are soโโ
โdown bad?โ
โfucking disgustingโฆ keep going.โ
he watched every grind and twitch of your thighs, the soft whimpers that slipped out. your hands braced on his chest, head slightly tilted back.
โyouโre using me like a toy,โ your boyfriend groans, watching the way your slick coat his skin, the way you tremble from the pressure, his cock throbbing just inches below.
โs-shut up, woo... iโm busy.โ
โyouโre lucky i like it.โ
your eyes flutter shut, rolling your hips harder, breathless whines escape your lips as you cum. he grabs your waist with both hands, not caring if the towel falls, and holds you there, rubbing you just a little more so you canโt escape the mess you made.
throwing his head back for a second before he is focused on you again, then he pulls you down, lining your soaked entrance, and slamming you down on his cock, making your hands grip his shoulder until your nails dig into the flesh.
โround two, princess. letโs see how my dick compares.โ
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Hongjoong was never someone you would call subtle.
He never tried to hide how he felt and always spoke up loudly when need be.
So when he was sitting in the crowd at the award show they just finished performing at, breathes coming heavy as he shrugged off his jacket, he wasn't happy in the slightest when he looked down and saw what you were doing.
Well not what you were doing really, what he was doing.
You were with your own group, you giggling with one of the members next you. He felt a smile on his lips as he saw you laugh. Your group was scheduled to go up later and he was sure you were nervously anticipating it.
His smile dropped just as fast.
A hand tapped your shoulder from behind. You turned, looking back and up to the man. He smiled, leaning down and whispering something in your ear. You nodded and gave him a thumbs up.
His jaw ticked at your face, brows scrunching up in that way they did whenever you were concentrating as you listened to whatever the man said. His foot tapped rapidly under his seat as he let out a loud huff.
Seonghwa looked to his side, a smile growing as he followed his gaze a couple rows down.
"Doesn't look like something to get this upset over," he laughed, patting his leg and sitting back. Hongjoong let out another huff, never letting his eyes leave you. You were getting up, following the guy somewhere up the stairs. He lost sight of you and he turned forward, now aware of Mingi and Yunho looking back and smiling evilly at him from the row in front.
"Got something to say Cap?" Mingi arched a brow at him and Yunho laughed.
"Drop it," Hongjoong grumbled, sitting back and crossing his arms.
ยฐโง ๐ ๐ ๐ ยท๏ฝก
"What did he want?" Hongjoong's voice was a whisper against your ear as you stepped out from your changing room. Your skirt sparkled in the low light of back stage, your hand mid adjustmest of your mic.
You turned to see him, smiling at him in that way that made his resolve melt.
"Joongie~" you gave him a peck on the cheek and swung his hand in between you two. He let out a sigh.
"Angel really," he laughed at himself now, seeing the look of complete adoration you were giving him. "What am I going to do with you when you're too friendly with other men and I can't stand them even walking past you," he sighed.
You laughed, his own kiss finding your cheek as your members called you over for first positions.
"I guess you'll have to try a little harder."
"At keeping your attention or averting theirs?"
You smiled at him for a moment, the glowing expression turning into something playful and teasing.
"Yes."
Park Seonghwa
Seonghwa had no idea how to even start explaining this situation.
One moment he was eating lunch with his girlfriend at her favorite cafe, watching you run to the bathroom with that adorable half run you did when you were in a rush but trying not to seem like it.
And the next he was tapping his finger on the table as he watched you over the the rim of his cup, you happily laughing at a table of what he assumed as old friends.
One of the girls was telling you some story, showing you something on her phone. You leaned down to see, a smile lighting up your face.
Of course he never minded you having friends, he normally loved seeing you interact with them. How you laughed and pulled people towards you with that same aura that pulled him towards you in the first place.
But was it so wrong of him to feel a little dejected when he finally was able to sneak you out from both of your schedules to go out for the day just for you to get stollen away again by your friends from college.
He sighed, putting his cup down and pulling out his phone.
The screen stayed black as he pretended to swipe while glancing at you. You were leaning on the back of a chair now, looking at someone elses phone and laughed.
His jaw ticked when one of the guys put a hand over yours on the chair. When he didn't move it he finally couldn't take it anymore.
He cleared his throat loudly, practically fake yelling. The sound traveled across the room, drawing your attention. You looked over, Seonghwa nodding at the chair across from him and the melting ice in your cup. He saw acknowledgement flash in your eyes as you turned back to your friends. You waved and came back to your table.
"Sorry," you laughed, sitting back down and taking a drink. "Got stuck in a story."
Seonghwa glanced over at your friends for a second, the guy from before still watching you. He took a breath and stood, you watching him closely wondering where he was going.
"Love?"
He stepped over to your side of the table, leaning down and tipping your chin up. Your eyes widened as he leaned down and kissed you.
When he backed away your shocked face drew a laugh out of him.
"As much as I love your social ability, I really wish it was easier to keep your attention all to myself," he whispered, smiling slyly as he sat back down. You coughed, smiling and looking at him with shock and amusement.
He winked at you, taking another drink from his latte.
"So... what was the story?"
Jeong Yunho
Yunho looked appalled.
Mingi was laughing hysterically behind him.
Hongjoong was trying his best to mediate but... failing as his own laughter took over him.
Wooyoung and Yeosang... well they just werenโt helping in the slightest.
The five of them were out shopping, not really looking for anything in particular besides some fresh air and a good walk. They were going through the gaming section, Yeosang winning in a demo game against Wooyoung and Mingi when Yunho heard an all to familiar sound.
He smiled immediately, perking up form the shelves and looking around. Hongjoong came up to him, looking around confused.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, holding the game the other three were playing. Yeosang gave a cheer as he won another round, followed by a matching pair of groans.
"I thought I heard..." there it was again.
Your unmistakable laugh.
His smile widened and he stepped into the outer aisle and looked into the neighboring ones.
He didn't know what you were doing today, having left early enough this morning that you were still dead asleep. He had tried to say goodbye but you were too groggy to even hear him.
He skipped into the next aisle, sliding to a stop when he saw you. He was about to call out to you when he saw who you were talking to. It was another manager, you two were probably there to get supplies for the big practice coming up next week.
But the way he was looking at you... he was not having it in the slightest. Hongjoong had just caught up with him, the other three in tow when you laughed at something he said again. Your back was turned, crouched down on the floor to look at some of the drinks.
He was leaning down, hands on his knees and a look on his face that said more than just coworkers.
Mingi started laughing the moment he saw Yunho's face distort into disgust. Wooyoung was arguing with Yeosang about the game still, making more noise in the background.
Hongjoong was desperately looking back and forth and trying to them all to quiet down. The noise drew your attention and you looked towards them.
You smiled, sweet like honey and stood. You hummed as you went up to them, trying to not seem too happy about seeing him. He knew you didn't like your coworkers knowing about you two since they got uptight about working with you but good lord.
This was too much.
He looked down at you and smiled, ruffling your hair a bit before looking back up at the man still by the drinks. He was upright now, giving a polite but stiff smile and bow.
"And who's this?" he asked, his voice taking that deep tone you always made fun of. You turned to your coworker, introducing him.
"Just a work friend, were prepping for the practices next week," you hummed, taking a step back and looking Hongjoong and the game in his hand. Immediately you went into the game, drawing Wooyoung and Yeosang from their argument. Mingi was still laughing behind Yunho as his hand found its way to your back. One glare and a head jab towards the exit was all it took.
When you looked back to see your coworker gone you looked to your boyfriend confused.
"What? We still needed too--"
"We'll go with you," Yunho interjected immediately, offering his hand to you and pulling you along.
You didn't need to know your perfect puppy of a boyfriend had a jealous streak to him.
Kang Yeosang
Yeosang shocked you every time something like this happened.
Even his confession to you was quiet and thoughtful. You had never known him to really have an outburst unless it was pent up over weeks. He was always just so... level headed.
Level headed could go straight in the trash for all he cared now.
It was raining heavily outside the main building. He had rushed out of practice to catch you before you left. He knew you left your umbrella at home and he knew you would just run home if no one stopped you.
He ran through the halls, Seonghwa calling after him as he went. He found you right outside the front door. He swung his umbrella around his arm once, smiling as he jogged up to the door.
He stopped before opening it.
Someone was holding an umbrella out to you, it was like a scene out of a movie. A car drove by, headlights shining through the rain and bouncing off the rain in your hair. He knew you didn't mean to be making that face of confusion, the one that made you look like a little puppy looking up at him.
He had no clue who the guy was or why he was even at the company building. He felt his chest twist when your hand moved up to grab the umbrella. He grabbed the door handle and swung it open without a second thought.
You always loved to tease him that his muscles were just for show with his lack of bite back with the members. He lets them tease and flick at him as much as they want and has always taking your jabs easily. He knew he could argue more but what was the point most of the time.
Now. Now was the point.
He pushed the mans hand away, along with his umbrella and opened his own. He swung it above both of your heads, ignoring how the shoulder of his jacket was getting soaked as he covered you.
You looked over at him, eyes wide with that same adorably confused look he loved. You smiled at him before glancing back at the other man. You think he was a delivery worker but you really had no idea. Yeosang wasn't looking at you, even as his free hand made its way around your waist. He was giving the other man a once over.
You were taken aback for a moment at the look in his eyes. It looked like pure judgement at first before morphing into amusement. You blinked at him for moment.
This had happened a couple of times before and it always took you aback. The look in his eyes as he judged whoever it was that you were talking to before an amused look took over his expression. You could tell what he was thinking immediately when that smile took over.
'I'm better'
You took a breath as his gaze finally left him as he took his umbrella back and nodded, walking away. He looked down to you, the rain glitter in your hair and eyes now filled with awareness. His confidence gave way to a sheepish grin.
"What?"
"You have a horrible jealousy streak in you," you sighed, reaching up and fixing his hair. You laughed as he pouted at you.
"You always tell me to fight back but when I do you make fun of me," he whined at you. You rolled your eyes, looking back through the door to see the rest of the boys shaking their heads and laughing.
You smiled, thinking of how he must of looked running out of practice to get to you before you got in the rain.
"Alright," you grabbed his hand from your waist and threaded your fingers with him. "I guess it is pretty cute seeing you smug for once."
Choi San
San was actually watching happily.
You were dancing with Yunho in the practice room, him trying to teach you a move they just added to a song. You were actually doing pretty decent, Wooyoung calling out directions from the floor in front of you two.
He was in the corner across the room with Yeosang ordering drinks for everyone. He smiled watching you making a mini version of the movements as Yunho showed you again. He was about to leave the drink ordering to Yeosang and go join you when the backup dancers came in. They were practicing with them for part of practice today and were coming in to set up over break.
But the a couple went and joined your little lesson, standing on either side of You and Yunho and copying the movements.
You laughed as one of them freestyled a bit, doing a wave with their arms towards you. You continued it down the line, all of you laughing as it came back.
The dancer that stood next to you smiled down at you in a way San knew all too well.
The same way he knew he looked at you all the time when you did anything cute. The way he looked at you all the time.
He took a breath, crossing his arms and leaning back on the wall. Yeosang's voice drifted off in his head as he focused in on your face in the mirror.
You were completely oblivious to the look you were receiving. Yunho had noticed it though, looking back at San and giving a pursed, amused smile at seeing his face.
Yunho put a hand on your back, pushing you a bit forward towards Wooyoung. You looked back at him confused as Woo let out a laugh, both gestured back to where San was standing. Both you and the dancer looked back to him.
The dancer caught one glance at the dark look on his face and gave you a quick bow before walking away, pale and stiff. You tilted your head and came over, looking up at him and grabbing his hand.
"Whats wrong?" you looked over to where Yeosang was still happily scrolling through drinks, looking over to his phone screen. "Did they not have the strawberry one you like?"
San felt his frustration melting away as you tapped Yeosang to show you his screen. He turned it towards you, pointing out a couple as he scrolled for what he wanted. You nodded along, stopping when you saw San's normal drink and looking back to him.
"Hun, its right here why are you upset?" Your brows rose when you saw his face again. "oh youโre not upset anymore, was it really the drink?"
He smiled, you could always read him so well even when he wasn't in a talkative mood. He ruffled your hair, you complaining in response. This seemed to always happen when he felt even a twinge of jealousy, you would come back to him and completely take the feeling away.
You looked back to him and sighed.
"Well I'm going back to my 'lesson'," you huffed, rushing back to Yunho and Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked back to San and laughed loudly, Yunho following suit.
You looked at them confused, not seeing San putting a hand over his face as it flushed. It was embarrassing how well they read him too.
Song Mingi
Mingi had zero clue that it was jealousy he was feeling.
He had that look on his face when he was confused, concerned, and shocked all at the same time. He watched your performance from last night. You were in the dorm kitchen with Seonghwa and San, the three of you debating over the best type of hot chocolate. He knew rationally you were right there in his kitchen, arguing over his hot chocolate, wearing his pajamas. Yet....
His chest was twisting painfully at your image on the screen, dancing with your other members with the male backup dancers.
You put a hand around your partners neck, arcing back and moving your hips, looked at the camera and smiling as you sung your line. You looked ridiculously attractive as the scarf around your waist fluttered behind you as you let go of the mans neck and walked to the middle of the stage and meeting up with the other members.
He didn't feel it as his leg started to shake under him as he watched the backup dancers circle around behind you all.
He was only drawn out of his focus when Seonghwa dropped down next to him on the couch, you and San still arguing in the kitchen. You were saying something about whipped vs heavy cream when Seonghwa sighed.
"They're gunna be at it for another hour if you don't stop her," he laughed, patting the back of Mingi's head. Mingi looked at him for a moment, glancing at the kitchen before going back to the screen.
The dancers were kneeling in front of you now as you mime moved their heads around. His brows furrowed again. Seonghwa looked between the screen and him for a moment before laughing under his breath.
"You look like a wounded puppy you know," he stood and dragged him up from the couch, pushing him towards the kitchen. "Go break them up and stop making yourself upset."
Mingi stumbled into the kitchen, a pout deep on his face as he watched you laugh at whatever San was fighting you on and cut open a hot chocolate packet. You were pouring it into a cup when you looked over San's shoulder to see your boyfriend staring at you confused.
You laughed, smiling at him and handing San a spoon.
"Mix this for me, even if your opinion on flavors is severely mess up," you patted his shoulder as he made a face at you, still grabbing the spoon and mug to mix the drink.
He watched you walk up to him, again thinking rationally you were smiling at him, in his apartment, hand coming to rest on his arm. But...
"You dance well with other men," he grumbled under his breath. You tilted your head at him, confused as you glanced to the living room. Realization dawned on your face at the performance from last night played on the screen.
You felt a laugh slip from you as you grabbed his hand, pulling him further into the kitchen and grabbing another mug and hot chocolate packet.
"I didn't know you could get jealous," you said as you poured some milk into the mug. "I guess this is a good taste of your own medicine. Look at how you act on stage and guess how I feel," you smiled at him over your shoulder. He looked at you appalled.
San laughed, handing you your mug and the spoon. You poured the packet and stirred as he went up to his friend.
"She's got you on that one," he patted his back as he passed to go sit with their senior. Mingi let out a huff and stepped behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and rest his head on top of yours.
"I don't like the new choreo," he whined quietly as you laughed.
"Oh you big baby," you flipped around with his mug. "What am I gunna do with you," you whispered, going on your toes and kissing his nose.
He fought a smile as he leaned down to kiss you.
Maybe he should act jealous more often if it got you to tease him like this every time.
Jung Wooyoung
Wooyoung's too confident in himself to get jealousโฆ sorta.
Really it was almost annoying when you were being blatantly hit on and you would look over at him and he is just smiling, sending you a teasing wave and wink.
That being said you were not expecting anything different from this night out.
All the members were at a local pub, live music and people talking loudly around them. They were crammed at a table, talking over the music and taking shot after shot. Wooyoung was laughing at something San said when Mingi bumped his shoulder.
"I think you're being called," he nodded his head over to the bar where you were, a overly cheery bartender leaning to far over the bar top and talking to you about something. Obviously he wasn't paying much attention since you were sending furious looks to the table where your boyfriend sat.
Wooyoung laughed under his breath. He smiled at you and winked, just as he aways did. You sent a dark glare over your shoulder before turning back to him, hair flipping over your shoulder.
Wooyoungs smile faltered when you turned, Yunho letting out a laugh.
"You know it bothers you when people hit on her, why do you act like it doesn't," he clapped a hand on Mingi's shoulder as he leaned over the table and grabbed another bottle. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and set his easy smile back into place.
You were still talking to the bartender, the man now push a shot to you in your favorite shade of purple. His jaw ticked.
You were talking to him a lot huh?
His finger tapped on his bottle rapidly for a moment before he let out an aggressive sigh. He downed a shot and stood, chair scraping and drawing the tables attention.
"Oh my gosh he's actually gunna do something," San gasped, coming out of his drowse to pay attention to this.
"This should go down on the calendars," Seonghwa laughed. Wooyoung felt his head buzz as he stepped up behind you, catching the tail end the question he asked you.
"--plans for after this? I get off soon," he smiled at you. Wooyoung took a breath and ran a hand down your spine. You straightened, eyes wide as you looked to him.
After that little wink earlier you had no faith he would come get you out of this conversation. But now his hand rested warm on your back, glasses pushing back his hair and an easy smile on his lips as he looked at the bartender.
"Another round," he nodded to the table where everyone waved. The bartender gave a strained smile and looked back at you, apparently missing how you were looking at Wooyoung.
"Be right back Hun," the tender winked at you and walked away.
"You suck," you griped, grabbing at his shirt. Wooyoung wanted to laugh and tease you, wanted to kiss the top of your head and sit you back at the table and ignore all this. But his hand stayed firm on your back as he watched the bartender grab a couple more bottles.
He never made it seem like this stuff affected him but really... how could it not. He thought getting you to date him would be the hardest part, he never considered keeping everyone off you while dating him would be worse.
You drew people to you at a rate he could never keep up. Every guy that came up to you made his jaw tick and chest twist. But he really did love the glares you would send him when he would smile at you, and loved your nagging when you finally got back to him.
He could only hold out so long though.
You tilted your head and tapped at his side, finally winning his attention. He looked to you, his thoughts being wiped clean at your stare. The lights caught in your eyes in a way that they almost twinkled, cheeks flushed a bit from the shots you took when you first got there.
"You're right," he laughed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and pulling you away from the bar. "Lets go before he comes back."
Choi Jongho
Jongho has this air about him.
You honestly don't even know if he knows what jealousy feels like.
Jongho unfortunately knew exactly what it felt like, feeling it all to often. Like right now.
You were just getting a drink from the vending machine, hard focused on the options as you poked the corner of his card to your cheek and pushed air from one cheek to the other.
He was happily watching you, adoring the look you got when you were trying to make a decision and couldn't choose. He was about to call you back over when someone else came up from behind you. He leaned down to talk to you, pointing at one of the options and sending you a glance.
Jongho's smile fell, his jaw ticking as the mans hand moved up to go to your back before stopping and going back to his side. You didn't pay him any mind, barely even nodding at him as you stayed focused on what to choose.
Finally you chose, he could see your eyes brighten as you tapped his card and pressed two buttons. Two cans of coffee dropped and you grabbed them, the man looking at the second can expectantly.
He grasped his hands together tightly, leaning forward and tapping his foot on the ground. He took a deep breathe, watching your face morph into confusion at whatever he was saying.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, Yeosang's voice came from behind him flooded with amusement.
"Practice starts back up soon. I would uh..." he looked between Jongho and the scene playing out across the room. "Wrap up whatever that is quickly."
Jongho stood up so fast Yeosang jumped back a bit.
"Good luck," he laughed quietly as he watched his friend stride over to where you were.
Jongho's arms casually draped itself over your shoulders, a hand grabbing the second can from you.
"Practice is starting soon," he said quietly, eyes moving from your cheek to the man now looking at you both.
He looked shocked, giving an awkward bow and a loud swallow before jerkily walking away. You could feel his smile against your cheek as his gave you a peck. You rolled your eyes.
"I can't imagine that was warranted," you turned a bit to look at him. He had that sly smile on his face that made you suspicious of everything he said after. It always was something to get you in trouble, and you always fell for it with that look.
"It was fully warranted," he moved to open the can and take a drink, slipping his card out of your hand and tapping it against your forehead with a little laugh. "You're just blind to your charms."
You gave him a smile, letting him pull you to the practice room as they started up again.
Really his jealousy showed it self in such an odd way, but you couldn't lie as you sat down, watching him go back to the members and talking about the dance move they were learning.
It wasn't the worst thing to see him act like that.
a/n: Mingi with black hair destroyed me. :) this is not proofread or beta read this time so iโm sorry if itโs a little messy.. check out my masterlist!
Synopsis: Mingi is annoyed and needs some quick stress relief.
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Mingiโs a little rough, in front of a mirror, mentions of bruising, hand over the mouth, no condom used (donโt do this irl be forreal)
Word count: 994
You knew you had to get backstage when it happened. His mic malfunctioned and he looked pissed. He still commanded the stage without it, but you knew. You knew heโd be pissed. Itโs confirmed when he raps his adrenaline verse. His intensity, his stare. When the performance is near the end you quickly move to get backstage.
When you see him he looks annoyed, his gaze burns through the crowd of staff helping him get his mic pack off, his brain somewhere else completely. When he sees you he pushes past it all. Excusing himself politely but moving toward you. When he gets to you he simply guides you past the backstage noise until you reach a quiet corridor when he pulls you into a room and swiftly locks the door.
โYou okay?โ You breathe the moment it shuts.
โWe donโt have time.โ He growls in his low deep register, his hands finding your face before his lips press into yours. Youโre pressed on time, heโs annoyed, you can feel the heat still coming off him and heโs still sweaty from the performance. He pulls you back, turns you toward a table with a mirror on it. He bends you over, your palms flat on the desk in front of you. You watch him in the mirror, pulling your dress up and over your hips, his hands fumbling to get his pants down too, all in a rush. You know he just needs to relieve some stress, some pent up aggression, and you? Youโre happy to oblige.
โYou look so pretty tonight Iโm going to try not to mess up your makeup too much.โ He says, and you feel him. Hard and thick, his large hands parting your legs, more as he slips the head of his cock against your entrance. You gasp as he starts to sink into you, youโre wet but Mingi is large, thick. Youโd think youโd be used to it by now, but it takes your breath away, as he presses all the way forward, his mouth falling open with a grunt as he fills you completely.
โMingi!โ You gasp, โFuck.โ You donโt really know what else to say. Your brain short circuiting from the sudden feeling of fullness. You feel it in your throat, like youโre gagging on him, and you struggle to grasp onto the flat top in front of you. He starts to move, not too fast, but hard. He knows how to use his hips and the way he rolls into you steals your breath, and punches a sound from you with each deep stroke. โFuck!โ You cry as he holds you down by your hips, the desk beneath you shakes with every single thrust. He grunts and growls and his eyes sear into the mirror, watching as he wrecks you.
โKeep quiet.โ He growls, โJust take it for me.โ You gladly accept, though every thrust makes you whimper or whine. You bite your bottom lip to muffle yourself, or at least attempt to. Your eyes water, the edge of the table beneath you starts to bite, you know youโll have a bruise or two but for now it feels good. To have Mingi pinning you down beneath him, his cock gliding in and out of you, hitting that spot with every stroke. The next thrust is harder, as if itโs a test, and you fail, your moan coming out of you loud and involuntary. He doesnโt miss a beat. His hand reaches forward cupping around your mouth, he groans as you clench around him, โLook at yourself, baby.โ Your eyes water as he continues rolling his hips into you, but you look.
You see yourself jolting forward with every thrust, tears starting to roll down your cheeks, Mingiโs large ring adorned fingers pressing hard into your mouth. You see him, looking down at the place where the two of you connected, watching as his cock sank in and came out soaked in your arousal, wet and creamy. He groans at the sight and then he looks at you. His gaze is direct and searing into you as you moan against his palm. His cock twitches at the sight, at the sounds coming from your pussy, heโs close. You arch against him, clench around him, you beg for him to let go without words. He shudders, a feral growl ripping from his chest as he presses forward, letting go, his hand clenching over your lips as you let out a muffled moan. Your own orgasm crashing over you, both of you shaking and panting as he pulls his hands from your mouth. You both take a minute as he pumps his cum deep into you, your legs shaking. When he finally pulls out of you itโs a mad dash to dress.
โMingi-ah!?โ A voice muffled behind the door searching for him as you both try to regain some type of composure. Mingiโs appetite is relentless, his energy never ending, so itโs hard for him to pull away. Especially because itโs you. His fingers move to wipe away smudged lipstick and you look up at him. His anger seemed to have gone, now he just looked soft.
โYou wanna talk about it?โ You ask, and he shakes his head.
โItโs fine, right?โ He asks and you nod.
โYou still shined Min, itโs just a little hiccup.โ He nods, unsure but smirking anyway. โI know you have to go. Weโll talk when you get home.โ He nods.
โIโm happy you came back to see me after that.โ He smirked, I think I just needed to see you.โ
โMingi-ah!!โ San called for him again closer now.
โYou should go.โ You sigh.
โYou know I hate leaving you, right?โ He groans nuzzling into your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you. Youโre happy he seems happy even for now. He stays like that until he hears San again. Then he pulls you along, holding your hand until he has to kiss you goodbye for now.
it's been two weeks since you got cheated on, and somehow, everything makes even less sense than it did before.
๐ค๏ธ๏ธ wooyoung x fem!reader | college au, mini-series, part 4/? 9k words
๐ค๏ธ๏ธ 18+ reader is the host of a sex podcast, wooyoung is a frat boy whore, reader no longer has a boyfriend who is choi yeonjun | hehehehe *evil noises*
โI THINK IโM GOING THROUGH WITHDRAWAL,โ San mutters, his head in his hands, leaning over his knees on the couch. โUnscripted hasnโt posted a new episode in two weeks, I think she fucking died.โย
โShe didnโt die, moron,โ Wooyoung grumbles from the opposite side of the couch. โShe probably got bored of talking about sex instead of having it.โย
โShe talks about her own experiences,โ Mingi answers, sitting between Yunho and Hongjoong, game controller in his hands. It isnโt often that the entire frat is home at the same time, besides parties, and even then sometimes all eight of them canโt get under one roof. โSheโs clearly having a lot of sex.โย
โMaybe her and her situationship are back together,โ Seonghwa offers, in the corner of the sectional, splitting Jongho and Yeosang. His dark brows wiggle, โMaybe he listened to the episode and decided to get his shit together.โ
โDo you think he knows who she is?โ Yunho wonders, undeniably intrigued. He curses under his breath, he missed a shot in the game. โDo you think weโll ever find out who she is?โ
โNo,โ Wooyoung and the other six answer as one. Yunho frowns.ย
โItโs all so lame,โ Wooyoung complains. โYouโre all obsessed with her and you donโt even know who she is. Is a woman having sex really that interesting?โย
โWhy are you whittling her down to just a woman who has sex?โ San argues back, leaning his elbows on his knees now, eyeing Wooyoung from under his brows across the couch. โWomen like her are basically nonexistent. Did you listen to the episode on anal?โ
Wooyoung cringes, but Hongjoong speaks up, โNo one is into anal.โย
โYeah, not even her, Iโd bet,โ Wooyoungโs rebuttal is under his breath, he shakes his head as he pulls out his phone. He opens Instagram, scrolling through his feed, liking every bikini picture he sees. It gets boring after about six, so he refreshes his feed, and his eyes catch on the several circles at the top of his screen. Story posts.ย
He clicks the first one he sees, Huh Yunjin. He remembers her, he fucked her a few months ago, he thinks. It was another themed party, a wear anything but clothes party, and she wore toilet paper around her boobs and butt. Wooyoung wonders if she still has the sweatpants and shirt he let her wear after he ripped it off of her.
The story post is a cute selfie of her and another girl, it takes Wooyoung four whole seconds of staring at the selfie with his thumb held on the screen to realize the other girl is you. Then he realizes he hasnโt seen you since the day you flipped shit on him at the gym. He screenshots it, opens his camera roll, and zooms in until he can see every pixel.
You look different. Youโre smiling, happy about the two drinks in your hands, but thereโs something off. Something different. He canโt figure it out. Why the fuck would he be able to figure it out just by a screenshotted picture from Yunjinโs story?
He locks his phone, throwing it on his lap, and brings his attention back to the conversation being held around him, except there is no conversation. Mingi and Yunho are yelling, he has no idea how he blocked that out, and the other five are leaning in closer to the TV, watching their FIFA match as if it was a real soccer game happening in front of their eyes.ย
Wooyoung announces, โIโm in the mood to drink.โ
Seonghwa doesnโt take his eyes off the screen. โItโs a Monday.โ
Jongho turns his head, interested and apparently also in the mood to drink, โJungwonโs frat is throwing tonight.โ
โSan?โ Wooyoung tips his chin in Sanโs direction, like if San said yes, heโd say yes. Thatโs usually how partying goesโ how everything goes, really.ย
San makes a face that tells Wooyoung he doesnโt care either way. โSure,โ he shrugs, โI donโt have anything else to do.โ
โI wanna come,โ Yunho interjects, ripping his eyes away from the screen just long enough to look at Wooyoung with begging eyes.ย
โIโm not your keeper,โ Wooyoung doesnโt know why Yunho still asks.ย
โI am,โ Mingiโs lips pin upward in a teasing grin. โIโll come, too, my first class is at noon tomorrow.โย
โAs if any of you ever go to class,โ Seonghwa snickers.ย
โI go to class,โ comes from Hongjoong and Yeosang, at the same time. They look at each other and grin, proud of their studious efforts.
โLetโs all go,โ Jongho offers, sitting up straight, lips pinned in something mischievous. โWe can infiltrate their house.โ
โI donโt care about infiltrating,โ Wooyoungโs head finds the back cushions, spreading his knees. โI want to drink and fuck and leave.โ
Yeosang, ignoring Wooyoung, offers, โIโll drive, if we want to squeeze into my car.โ
Theyโve all fit into Yeosangโs SUV before, after a serious game of Tetris, bending and forcing limbs into places theyโre not supposed to go. But it works, and Wooyoung doesnโt mind stretching himself to fit, as long as the night ends with him stretching someone else to fit.ย
โYou canโt only go to class and work forever,โ Yunjinโs arms are crossed in your doorway, her hair tied up over her head, her casual-but-cool outfit trumping yours completely. Youโre still in the shirt you wore to bed, shorts hidden somewhere beneath, flip-flops on your feet, hair dirty as fuck and slicked back because of it. You had two classes earlier today, too.
โYes I can,โ you argue, your laptop screen suddenly beyond interesting. Soobin was right, it is a small campus, and itโs not like you were just avoiding one person, youโve been avoiding three. โI really have to finish this report, Jen, itโs due tomorrow.โ
โYou finished it a week ago,โ she sighs as she walks into your bedroom, leaning onto your desk, arms still crossed. Fuck her for knowing you so well. โYou partied while you were dating him. Youโve never had any issues going out, so why start now?โ
โDid I miss the part where your boyfriend cheated on you?โ You sit back in your desk chair, lifting your feet until your toes rested on the edge of the slab of light wood. โOh, wait, that was me. And he cheated on me with a man. Canโt a girl take a couple weeks to wallow in her heartbreak?โ
โYou came home that night feeling two emotions. Anger, and relief.โ She turns to the side, one leg crossed over the other, the lower half of her tall body leaned up against the desk. โYou werenโt crying because you were sad, girl, you were crying because he cheated on you. You admitted it!โ
โI was confused!โ you argue, voice pitched in defense. โI was with him for over a year, Jen. I thought I was going to marry him.โ
โYou were with him for six months, maybe nine if I feel like being generous,โ she smacks her teeth. โYou were never going to marry him and you know it. That basket was a cry for attention, and he gave you a reality check instead. Iโve comforted you for two weeks and let you sit and wallow or whatever, but tonight, weโre going out.โ
โIโm not leaving this apartment,โ you threaten.
โJihyo will drag you out of this apartment with her bare fucking hands,โ she threatens back, in the same tone you used on her. You stare at each other for a moment, a stand-off, before the side of her cherry-red lips tugs upward in a smile. Her smile makes you smile, and then the two of you are laughing like you werenโt arguing a second ago.
Your laughter blends into a groan as you tip your head back, closing your eyes. You really arenโt in the mood to party, and you especially arenโt in the mood to go to some fuckass frat youโve been to maybe three times in your life. If Yeonjun was at Wooyoungโs frat the night of the zip-tie party, then he could easily be there tonight, too. You arenโt in the mood to think about what youโll do, what youโll feel if you see him.
Realization hits you like a slap across the face when Yunjinโs words process. Your eyes snap open, โYou invited the girls over to pregame?โ
Yunjin shrugs, a sly grin still playing on her lips. โYou need a push.โ
โItโs only been two weeks!โ you shout, exasperated.
โTwo weeks too long,โ she complains, pushing herself off the desk. โYouโre twenty-one and hot, thereโs no reason for you to sit in here and deteriorate.โ
โThereโs no reason for me to go out,โ you argue, rolling yourself backward as she moves toward your closet, watching. โIโm not like you, Jen, Iโm not gonna go kiss randoms or fuck someone in the bathroom, thatโs not going to make me feel better.โ
She sorts through hangers, ordering, โYou need to do laundry, this closet is empty.โ Pulling out a random top, she makes a face like sheโs semi-impressed by it, โYou donโt need to kiss randoms or have sex in a bathroom. All you need is a good night out with your girl friends, at the very least it will help jump-start your heart into healing.โ
Your bottom lip folds over. โWhat do I do if I see him? What if heโs with Beomgyu?โ
She throws the top on your bed, and holds out her left hand to count on it. โYouโll have me, Jihyo, Momo, Sana, Tzuyu, Nayeon and Chaeyoung as your personal human shields. You wonโt see him.โ
โAnd, what? You guys are gonna circle me all night?โ you raise your brows, sarcasm in your question.ย
โLike fucking hawks,โ Yunjin grins like she was already in agreement with the others. โGet up and get showered, and please wash your hair.โ
Your lips part, offended. โI was going to wash my hair today anyways!โ
She started bothering you about this party before your first class, early this morning. Well, really, she mentioned it last night, and then first thing when she woke up and met you in the kitchen, then once when you got home, and you suppose now sheโs officially made the decision for you.
Yunjin wasnโt wrong. Youโve spent two weeks meticulously tiptoeing around campus, keeping an eye over your shoulder on the way to class and back, youโve been terrified of the jingle over the door at the gym, where you work. You think the fear of seeing them, any three of them, might be overshadowing what emotions you actually feel toward your breakup.ย
Youโve heard from Yeonjun several times. The next day he left voicemails on your phone, apologizing profusely, trying and failing terribly to explain the situation. Heโs texted you, heโs emailed you, heโs gone as far as saying heโll kick Beomgyu out of the apartment if it meant youโd get back together with him. You havenโt answered a single message, but you havenโt blocked him, either. Itโs strangely easy to ignore, the calls, texts, emails, heโs strangely easy to ignore. Like thereโs an imaginary wall up between you and the entire situation. Like you canโt seem to process it, let alone get over it, or try to move past it.
Itโs not like it never happened, but itโs put a pin in your entire life like seeing him in bed with someone else has frozen time itself. Nothing outside of school and work seems to exist, or matter, nothing outside of your bedroom-classroom-gym bubble seems to be real.
Itโs strange. You feel strange. You arenโt ready to figure out what that means.
After a long shower and an extensive post-shower routine, you still feel like youโre floating through the motions of doing your hair, your makeup. Itโs like youโre living outside of your own body, but you donโt really feel an ache, or the hollowness in the space where Yeonjun once filled.ย
โDo you want a drink?โย
You jump, throwing your eyeliner pen across your vanity. Whipping your head to the doorway, Jihyo stands as perfect as she always does, smiling wide, shoulders back, chin upward, radiating a comforting dominance youโve never seen anyone else able to replicate. Sheโs holding a can in her left hand, a martini glass in her right, she isnโt taking no for an answer.
Her long, dark hair is in a high ponytail, baggy pants on her legs, a top that just covers what it needs to. Her tanned, golden skin glows from the fluorescent light of your vanity, or the LED lights, whatever they are. She looks hot.
Her hips move in a slow sway as she saunters across your bedroom, setting your martini glass down beside your array of compacts. โDo you know what youโre wearing yet?โ she asks, her lips a sparkling, glossy pink.
You shake your head before answering, โJen might have picked something out, I didnโt look.โ
โI know you donโt want to go,โ she changes the subject, her voice keeping the same confident, smooth cadence she always has. โAnd I know parties here are a dime a dozen, but tonight is the night youโre finally gonna break out of this funk.โ
You havenโt spoken to the other girls about any of it. Not about Yeonjun cheating on you, not about who with, but you donโt mind that Yunjin passed the message along. Itโs easier if you donโt have to talk about it.
Your mouth still feels dry. You try a smile, sipping your martini, feeling the absence of all three olives. โIโm not in a funk,โ you lie straight through your teeth, โit is what it is.โ
โThatโs the funk,โ she bends down enough to where you have to shift your head down to keep her eye. โYouโre not a passive girl. You might have been with him, but thatโs not you at your core. From now on, weโre focusing on bringing that back out of you.โ
โI think itโs a good thing,โ you basically murmur. โNot being argumentative, or loud, or angry. Being chill.โ
โBeing passive isnโt being chill,โ she stands again, taking a sip of her own drink. โBeing passive is allowing yourself to get walked all over, and thatโs what youโve spent the last year doing. Tonight is the first step in undoing all of that shit.โ
You think of San, who has seen you since the day he met you at the Penny. When he was reading you just by your coffee order. Or Yunho, who you were able to talk to so freely, so much that you let words slip that you wouldnโt say to any of the women in this house beside Yunjin. You think about Wooyoung, the banter between you, how exhilarating and entertaining it is for a man to not only match your energy, but to send it back to you tenfold. Why is it so easy to be yourself around them? Why does everyone else require a mask?
You havenโt been able to bring yourself to sit in front of your microphone in two weeks, you donโt have anything happy or funny to say, you canโt think of a single topic when you have notebooks upon notebooks with topics written down. You feel disconnected from her, Unscripted, your alter-ego, she feels too far away, hidden beneath too many layers of shit. You miss her.
Your nod to Jihyo isnโt convincing, but itโs there. And it seems to be enough for her, because she smiles wide and orders, โWhen youโre done getting ready, youโre coming out to the living room and weโre all taking shots. Weโre getting you fucked up tonight.โ
You laugh, more of an amused huff of breath through your nose as you reach for your eyeliner pen. โIf Iโm getting fucked up, then youโre all getting fucked up, too.โ
โMusic to my ears, baby,โ she drawls as she heads for your bedroom door again. You keep your eyes on her, just because she looks so fucking good walking away.
Sheโs right, and itโs easy to realize, easy to come to terms with. You let Yeonjun get away with murder in your relationship. He set the schedule, called the shots, chose your future, and you let him. You think youโve let all the boyfriends youโve ever had do the same. None of your boyfriends have seen the sarcastic, witty, loud-mouthed part of you, or the part that seems like sheโd enjoy black coffeeโ hard and mad and serious and shit.ย
Itโs hard to tell which part of you is the alter-ego now.
โI brought you an outfit!โ Yunjin announces, skipping into your room with clothes on hangers. She lays them down on your bed, and then leaves just as fast. โWe want to take shots soon, so be quick!โ
Maybe you never needed an alter-ego to begin with.
Honestly, Wooyoung doesnโt really like house parties that much. But this time of year the campus is always buzzing with them, including his own frat, and he always participates, so who the fuck is he kidding? He goes for the same reasons, and those are the only reasons parties are actually enjoyable. Drinking and fucking, smoking and fucking, sober and fucking, it doesnโt matter what comes first, just what comes after.
โMy boy.โ He spots Jungwon first, or Jungwon spots him. The president of his frat, a little taller than Wooyoung, he has a cute face but the personality of an oiled fucking machine. If thereโs anyone that loves fucking just as much as Wooyoung, itโs Jungwon. Brown, shaggy hair that sits over his forehead, a lean but sculpted body, clothes that always look tailored to him, Jungwon might be just as rich, just as attractive as Wooyoung, too.
He remembers eventually and cringes. He clasps the younger manโs hand, bringing him into a quick embrace with a pat to his back, grinning. โGood to see you, bro.โ
โYou brought the family,โ Jungwon eyes the pack of animals striding in behind Wooyoung, already on the prowl. They actually managed to fit all eight of them into Yeosangโs car.
Wooyoung nods with a small chuckle, โCouldnโt miss a banger. All your boys here?โ
Wooyoung needs the luck, because Jungwonโs frat house is about six times bigger than Wooyoungโs. Not that Wooyoung was the president, that was Hongjoong, if any of them paid any mind to the dynamics of it all. Wooyoung thinks their entire house could fit into the living room he stood in right now. It was one of the rich frats on campus, with a brick-layed exterior, pillars on the porch, one of the houses that gets cleaned weekly by a service sworn-in and is paid for by donating alumni. Wooyoung, nor the rest of his frat, had any interest in having to take care of something as massive as this.
A blonde makes her presence known, fitting right into the space under Jungwonโs bicep, and Wooyoung takes that as his cue to leave. He sees Mingiโs head of dark, cropped hair beside Yunhoโs head of blonde, and uses it as a beacon to weave his way through people, making eyes at a certain few on the way. He sneaks in between the couple and neither of them react, like the spot was already his.
โHow long do you think weโll be here?โ Yunho asks, eyes darting all over the living room, art hung high on the ceilings.
โWhy?โ Mingi asks, turning his head toward Yunho. โYou got plans for after or something?โ
โHis plans are on the back porch, wherever the smokers are,โ Wooyoung adds. โHow many miles do we have to walk before we can get a fucking drink?โ
โSan brought beers,โ Yunho makes a face, like heโs just realizing he already lost the younger man. โFuck, why does he go everywhere except toward the kitchen? Thatโs where liquor is dispersed.โ
โI donโt think those rules apply in a place like this,โ Mingi says, stopping in his tracks. In the kitchen, the massive, huge room that is only a kitchen because it has appliances in the corner, is roaring. At their own parties, the kitchen counters are usually filled with liquor bottles, shot glasses, ashtrays full of cigarette butts. Not women.
Wooyoung grins ear to ear, โNice.โ
Music blares, and each pounding beat guides the women on the countertops, on the kitchen island. Hips sway, liquor is spilled, cheers are shouted, thereโs a crowd for the elevated-surface-dancers. Wooyoungโs never been one to chase, but heโll watch and enjoy the free show like his life depends on it.
โI need a drink,โ Yunho complains, barely watching the show before him. โWeโre not even going to be able to get inside that kitchen, let alone get a fucking drink. Where the hell did San go?โ
Wooyoung thinks mini-skirts were created just for him. He loves legs, calves, strength and muscle curving the long stretch of skin. He loves heels especially for that reason, when womenโs calves are outlined perfectly, flexed just because they took a step. Itโs mesmerizing, entrancing, and it makes his dick open an eye in his pants.
โWooyoung.โ He snaps back to Yunho, whoโs clearly still complaining. โGet us in there, we need drinks.โ
Wooyoung smacks his teeth. Why is it up to him? Actually, thatโs a question for them. He shakes his head in irritation, โWhy is it up to me?โ He was perfectly fine watching the show.
โBecause I said so.โ Yunhoโs reply is short but lacking the sweet counterpart. He grabs onto Wooyoungโs arm and drags him forward, toward the kitchen. Wooyoung doesnโt let his feet drag, because he wants to drink, too, but heโd rather find San than be the small guy dragging the two big guys through a women-watching crowd.
He weaves through bodies, a few women catching his eye, and he caught theirs, too. After a few winks thrown and another few diversions from women heโs already tapped, he finally finds a liquor bottle at the very corner of one counter, centimeters away from a stiletto.ย
He looks up, and gets an eyeful of thong. Grinning, he tilts his head, cocky smirk on his lips as he asks, โCan I grab this bottle without my hand getting stabbed?โ
The girl looks down, and it dawns on her the same time it dawns on him who the other one is.
โWooyoung?โ she asks, but slides her feet over, letting him reach in for the bottle.
He gives her a nod of acknowledgement, โJen.โ
She bends until the backs of her thighs are kissing her calves. โItโs Yunjin to you.โ
Still pretty. Still a bitch. His favorite. His smirk gets sloppier, โYeah? Iโm pretty sure you told me to call you Jen when I was inside you.โ
Her cheeks go pink, eyes widening. โYou can forget that ever happened, I already forgot.โ
He hands the bottle to Yunho and Mingi behind him, all while keeping his eyes on the brunette in front of him. Licking his lips, he considers going for seconds. โThatโs a shame, I think about it all the time.โ
โFunny, because you never reached out,โ she barks out, her eyes thinning.
โIsnโt it better to meet each other like this? Naturally? Organically? I hate that texting bullshit,โ he leans his side against the counter, elbow propped up on the granite. โIt works, clearly, since you forgot all about me. Want a reminder?โ
โIโm not here for that,โ she purrs, a smile playing on her own lips. โIโm here for my friend, to help her get over a breakup.โ
โYeah?โ Wooyoungโs eyes slide to the rest of the women on countertops. โWhich one is she?โ
Yunjin looks, too, to point her out to Wooyoung. But her eyes go wide, color draining from her face, โShit! Help me down.โ
She throws an arm out, which Wooyoung quickly takes, keeping her stable as she leaps off the countertop. โWhatโs wrong?โ
โI fucking lost her,โ Yunjin panics, quickly pushing past him, Yunho and Mingi. Wooyoungโs face falls as he turns to his friends.
Yunho and Mingi are already giggling with pink cheeks. Mingi snorts, โGuess you can check her off the list for possible bed-warmers.โ
Wooyoung scowls, โGive me the bottle.โ Yunho hands it over, a tall, skinny bottle of Grey Goose, a top-shelf vodka. He unscrews the cap and brings it to his lips, sucking down three, deep gulps, enough to make him choke on it. He doesnโt choke, though, he makes a face that relays the feeling, instead.
โBe careful or you wonโt be able to get it up,โ Yunho snickers, Mingiโs laugh following his words.
โI can always get it up,โ Wooyoung quips. โIโm half-hard already.โ
Both Yunho and Mingi groan in disgust, but itโs true. He just got a face full of ass, and when she bent down he could smell her perfume, look straight down her top. No one could expect his dick to stay soft after that.
Wooyoung scans the kitchen in hopes of finding someone else to ease what has his pants tightening, but his eyes catch on something else entirely. He squints, blinking away what was hopefully dust in his eyes, for a second he thought he saw your boyfriend. He takes a step closer, Yunho and Mingi intrigued now, too, and itโs a weight sitting heavy on his chest that what he thinks he sees is true.
Your boyfriend. But heโs not aloneโ no, thereโs a brunette at his side, short hair, cut shaggy and layered. Heโs giggling at her, cheeks pink, she throws a hand into his hair at the nape of his neck, and pulls him down to kiss her. Wooyoungโs jaw drops.
โWhy are you staring at those two guys?โ Mingi asks, voice quiet like the three of them were being secretive. โIs there something you need to tell us, Woo?โ
Wooyoungโs head whips to the side, โThatโs a guy?โ
โYes, bro, look,โ Mingi throws an arm in their direction. Wooyoung looks at herโ his outfit, baggy jeans, a tight top on his middle. From the back, his gender is ambiguous as fuck. The kiss is short, the brunette turns, letting Wooyoung finally see his face, and his stomach drops to the floor.
He thinks back to what Yunjin said, sheโs helping her friend through a breakup. Then he looks up at the counter, realizing the women still dancing above him are Momo, Sana, Chaeyoung, Nayeon and Tzuyuโ all women heโs slept with before. Then Yunjinโs Instagram story dawns on him, and all the pieces start quickly sliding into place.
โThatโs Virginโs boyfriend,โ Wooyoung tells the other two, like he doesnโt believe it himself. โYunjin said they just broke up.โ
โWhat?โ Yunho asks, baffled. โWhat do you mean, thatโs her boyfriend? He was just macking on the pretty guy.โ
โI know,โ Wooyoung is still staring, like he couldnโt believe his fucking eyes. He wonders when it happened, if it was before or after he saw you at the gym, if thatโs why you snapped at him. โI mean, I donโt know, I havenโt seen her in a few weeks.โ
โDo you think sheโs here?โ Yunho asks, turning to Wooyoung, and he can see that glimmer in his eye again. โDoes she know?โ
โNo,โ Wooyoung blurts. โI donโt know, we just got here. She might be.โ
โWe should find her,โ Yunhoโs eyes are wider now, serious, problem-solving. โTell her heโs here or something, I donโt know.โ
โShe probably knows already,โ Wooyoung shrugs. โYunjin just told me sheโs gone.โย
Itโs up for debate where you actually are in this big ass house.
You donโt care, anywhere is better than in the fucking kitchen where Yeonjun didnโt even see you. You were standing on the goddamn counter, basically a beacon, a sight to behold, and Yeonjun couldnโt pull away from Beomgyu long enough to notice. You didnโt want to be up there in the first place, that was Jihyoโs idea, and if Jihyo told you to jump off a cliff youโd ask her if you should dive. Your front was pressed to hers, Sana at your back, feeling the music and the liquor, letting your body give in to whatever was possessing it, finally relaxing before your world went upside down all over again.
You knew this would happen. You knew they would be there, that purging feeling in your stomach while you were getting ready wasnโt for nothing. But you still came, you still listened to your friends who told you they would shield you. That tonight was the turning point or whatever the fuck.ย
You think youโre in some kind of game room, a pool table in the center of the large room with floor to ceiling windows, the air thick with a cloud of gray smoke from the people in the corner passing a bong around. You squeezed yourself between bodies to get through the kitchen, then you scurried down a hallway, then a weird, second one which curved, and it led you to two rooms: this one, and the one adjacent to it, which was some kind of den. There were more people in here, more bodies to hide behind, more space to make yourself invisible.
But youโre not invisible. Youโre standing in the doorway in the tiniest shorts youโve ever seen after abruptly stopping in a panic, your boots skidding against the hardwood. All eyes are on you for a few seconds, and those few seconds make you feel naked, too visible, too real. A guy on the other side of the pool table tilts his head, a cigarette between his lips, a smile tugging at the corner like he knew every thought going on inside your head, and wanted to make sure you knew, too.
You swallow down your physical panic as he makes his way over to you. โNever seen you before,โ he drawls like youโre fresh meat, his voice soft, pretty. Heโs pretty. Brown hair, curly and messy over his forehead, his body is lean, but strong, his clothes oversized but somehow fitted to his build exactly.
You force a smile. โI donโt usually come here.โ
His lips tighten, the cherry of the cigarette burning a bright orange as he looks you up and down. โYou should,โ he says, smoke leaving his mouth with the word. He lifts his fingers, cigarette landing between two of them. โWhatโs your name?โ
โWhatโs yours?โ you ask instead, pushing your shoulders back. You bottle up the panic inside you, throw the lid over the top, and store it somewhere deep, a place you wonโt find until tomorrow. Youโre single. You arenโt dating Yeonjun anymoreโ he has someone else, even if heโs texting you, making promises he wonโt keep, heโs not yours anymore. Turning point.
He grins with a feline kind of stare, like heโs assessing you. โJungwon,โ he answers, some amusement laced in his tone. โWhy is it that you donโt come here?โ
Some people walk in from behind you, you shift to the left to give them access. Jungwon moves with you, then closer to you. You feel your breath stutter in your chest, and you think he might be able to smell the unease radiating off of you.ย
โI donโtโฆโ you start, then stop, because you donโt really have a reason. Maybe thatโs reason enough. โI donโt have a reason to come here.โ
โYou do now,โ he brings the cigarette up to his lips again, pulling. When he exhales, he asks, โDo you smoke?โ
You shake your head, โโm not a smoker. I drink, though.โ
โBut thereโs no drink in your hand,โ Jungwon points out, frowning. โI should fix that for you, shouldnโt I?โ
Thereโs a ghost of a smile on your lips. Heโs pretty and a smooth talker. You guess you should start the countdown now for when he makes a move, and when you inevitably reject him. You nod anyways, though, because at least heโs easy on the eyes, and offering to get you a drink. The last party you came to, your boyfriend didnโt even say hello.
He brings you back down the curved hallway, but veers off away from the kitchen, walking down a staircase into what you assume is the basement. Clouds of smoke follow behind him, dissipating into the air over your head, and it only gets worse when youโre in the basement.
Thereโs pong tables, couches, bean bags, a bar setup with stools, everywhere to sit, to stand, is full. You could say that for the entire house, but walking deeper into the basement, you notice that everyoneโs eyes, everyoneโs body shifts toward Jungwon. You wonder who he is all the way until you get to the back, which has a secondary bar tucked away in the corner. Itโs smaller, quieter, with a movie-theater setup, a screen and a couch, there arenโt as many people. The people that are here, on the long, black leather couch, are all making out.
Jungwon doesnโt seem to care, he slips behind the bar like it's his. He lights a new cigarette, assessing the back of the bar like it was full and functional, and asks, โWhat do you drink?โ
You sit on a stool, โVodka.โ
โLike, straight?โ he asks, one chestnut brow popped. โVodka on ice?โ
โUsually at parties Iโd be offered a beer or a seltzer or something,โ you fold your arms over the table, propping your chin on your knuckles. โYou want me carrying around a glass?โ
โI didnโt plan on leaving this room without you, so no,โ his lips pull into that feline smirk again and your stomach drops. โI planned on you drinking and finishing it right here, with me.โ
You can feel your cheeks flush, a heat warming up your bare legs hanging off the bar stool. โSmooth,โ you smile. โDo you have vermouth? Olive brine?โ
โDonโt tell me youโre a martini girl,โ he muses, slightly muffled from the cigarette between his teeth. โNo martini glasses, but this will do.โ He sets up a short tumbler glass for whiskey, or an old fashioned. Your eyes flare, but you donโt complain. He notices, โMartini drinker and youโre picky?โ
You smile, a real smile. โIโm not pickyโฆโ
He lifts a brow, โBut?โ
โBut my glass isnโt even chilled,โ you scrunch your lips to one side, teasing. โIโm not tipping you for this, yโknow.โ
He snorts, pulling his cigarette from his teeth to lay it on the glass ashtray you didnโt even notice, right beside you. โWhat, forgot your wallet or something?โ
You shrug, โCaught me. Left it at home, with my emergency olives.โ
โYou can tip me another way,โ he says coolly, like he wasnโt trying to flirt. Your toes curl in your boots. He shakes your drink, getting it all cloudy, then pours it into your glass as if heโs been bartending for twenty years. โTaste it, then you can talk to me about how much of a tip it's worth.โ
You bring your lips to the rim, eyeing Jungwon over the crystal. It takes like a martini, and like you said, you arenโt picky. His brows raise, โWell?โ
โA martiniโs a martini,,โ you lick your top lip, lowering the glass back to the bar. You feel lighter. Flirting like this, without pressure, talking to a man who is clearly interested in you feels good.ย
He leans over the thick slab of wood, amusement in his eyes. โBut is it tip-worthy?โ
You donโt know what inside you makes you ask, โAre we still talking about the same kind of tip?โ
He smiles, and itโs a full, widespread grin. โYouโre funny.โ
โI can tell from how hard you laughed,โ you tease, picking up your glass again. โIโm not the hookup kind, though. Hate to break it to you.โ
โAh,โ he nods his understanding, picking up his cigarette from the ashtray while you sip your drink. โYouโre the wine and dine type.โ
โIโm the type that needs a genuine connection,โ you correct. โAnd I just met you five minutes ago.โ
โIโd say we have a pretty strong connection right now,โ he says, cigarette between his lips as he re-lights it. โWhat do they say? Love at first sight?โ
It makes you laugh, a straight punch from your gut. You take a deeper sip, then lean a little closer toward him, swirling your finger around the rim. โI donโt fuck at parties.โ
โYouโre the one who brought it up,โ he counters, voice a low, heavy whisper. โI think you want to, but youโre reminding yourself that you donโt.โ Your smile falters. โOr are you convincing yourself? I canโt tell.โ
You did bring it up. Cheeks heating up again, you sputter, โI-I just came out of a breakup, he cheated on me. Iโm not in the headspace to do anything with anyone.โ
โAll I did was make you a drink, baby,โ he reminds you, voice soft as cotton. โI only brought you down here to get to know you.โ
โYou didnโt want to join the orgy on the couch?โ you smirk, pointing a thumb behind you. Jungwon glances over, then laughs, a pretty song of delight.
โThis is my bar,โ he admits, then walks around the side of it toward you. He slips into the barstool beside yours, and says, โOnly I can bring people down here. The people on the couch have either been here before, or got the go from me. No, I didnโt bring you down here to join the party on the couch, I brought you down here because I wanted to bring you into my space.โ
You weigh his words, the look in his eye, then ask, โThis is your house?โ
His smile grows again. โYou donโt even know whoโs house youโre in?โ
โDonโt care,โ you admit, and itโs honest. โI came here to get drunk and have fun with my friends. They kind of forced me.โ
โThey forced you?โ He reaches across the bar, arm disappearing below the slab of wood. He pulls a bottle back, a deep amber color, bourbon. He unscrews the cap, saying, โI donโt see your friends around now.โ
โTheyโre upstairs,โ you watch him as he brings the bottle up to his lips, trading tobacco for whiskey. โThey tend to stray toward elevated surfaces, not basements.โ
Jungwon smiles as he swallows down the liquor. โAnd you donโt?โ
โI was up there,โ youโre grinning, nodding. โBut it definitely wasnโt my idea.โ
โIโm sad I didnโt get to see,โ he mutters, setting the uncapped bottle down on the wood. Licking his lips, he shrugs, โYou could always put on a private showโโ
โVirgin?โ you hear from the doorway, a voice you havenโt heard in over two weeks. Your head turns at the sound of it, the familiarity, and youโre met with Jung Wooyoung standing confused in the entryway. โThe hell are you doing down here?โ
โHi,โ your lips flatten. You still feel the shame from snapping at him, not seeing him, not hearing from him or speaking to him in these past few weeks. You still havenโt decided how youโd explain your breakup with Yeonjun to him.ย
โYo,โ Jungwon stretches an arm out, and Wooyoung clasps his hand when he walks over like the greeting was practiced. Now youโre confused. They know each other? Jungwon turns toward you with furrowed brows, โYouโre a virgin?โ
โNo!โ you answer too quickly, eyes blowing wide. โHe just calls me that,โ you side-eye Wooyoung, โbecause heโs an asshole.โ
Even shameful, the sight of him still pisses you off. White tee, dark jeans, hair long and curling beneath his ears, heโs dressed better than he is at his own parties. Wooyoung still looks confused, โWhy are you down here? People fuck down here.โ
Jungwon melts into his defeat, and your lips pop open. โYou saidโโ you point at Jungwon, then turn to Wooyoung, โhe said he didnโtโ Iโm confused.โ
โPeople come down here to fuck,โ Wooyoung explains, pointing with a thumb over his shoulder. โThereโs bedrooms behind the screen, a hallway through the door next to it. Sorry J, but you know youโre running a brothel down here, right?โ
Your lips stay parted. โYou said you didnโt bring me down here to fuck.โ
โI didnโt,โ Jungwonโs voice grows in pitch. โPeople just happen to come down here andโโ
Wooyoung snorts, a laugh ripping through his chest. โIโm sorry,โ he manages to get out, โI didnโt mean to cockblock, but she might be the worst person you could have brought down here.โ
Your lips part further, jaw hitting the floor. โWhat?โ
Jungwonโs face falls flat, and he pushes himself backward in the barstool, the legs making an ugly noise against the tiled floors. โWait,โ you blurt, trying to put the pieces together. โWhy are you leaving? What the fuck is going on?โ
โHe brought you down here to fuck you, Virgin,โ Wooyoung spells it out for you, his words still drowning in amusement. โOr did you know that already? I didnโt take you for the mid-party-fuck type, unless itโs your boyfriend, who I just saw upstairs, by the way.โ
โI thought you said your boyfriend cheated on you,โ comes from a confused Jungwon.
โHe cheated on you?โ Wooyoungโs eyes blow wide. โNo, tell me it was with that guy, the brunette one with the pretty faceโโ
โOh my god, can you both shut the fuck up?โ you snap, silencing the two men. โYes, he cheated on me with Beomgyu and no Iโm not the hookup type and no I didnโt know this was the fucking sex room. You said people come down here to fuck? Why the fuck are you down here, then?โ
As if on cue, one of the prettiest women youโve ever seen is giggling as she passes through the entryway, her heels clicking against the tile as she walks toward Wooyoung. โWooyoungie,โ she whines, not reading the silence from you and Jungwon as she attaches herself to Wooyoungโs side. โArenโt you taking me back?โ
Your brows raise, and so, so slowly you turn your head toward Jungwon. With pointed eyes, you ask, โYou brought me down here to โget to know me?โโ
โIf something came after getting to know you, I wouldnโt have said no to it,โ he admits shamelessly.
You grab your martini, sucking the rest of it back like it was a shot. โโKay, Iโm done here, officially going the fuck home.โ
โWait, Virgin,โ Wooyoung calls for you as youโre halfway off the stool. โYou said you were going to update me, but you havenโt updated me, and clearly thereโs a lot to update me on.โ
You can only see the back side of her, but you somehow manage to glimpse her tongue poking out of her lips where they were attached to Wooyoungโs neck. With a flat stare, you respond, โClearly, youโre busy.โ
Turning your head, Jungwon is already gone, the bottle of bourbon gone, too. Fucker. He left you here with Wooyoung. But you think being left here with Wooyoung might be better than Wooyoung leaving you here with Jungwon.ย
โBaby, baby,โ Wooyoung peels the woman off of him with his hands on her hips. Grinning, using what you think is every ounce of swagger he possesses, you watch as he convinces her, โGo wait for me in a room, okay? Iโll come to you, this wonโt take long.โ
And to your surprise, she listens. She turns for the door you now notice beside the screen and purrs, โDonโt take long, okay? I donโt wanna have to start without you.โ
Once sheโs out of earshot, you repeat every word she said in a whiny, mocking tone. Wooyoung smacks his teeth as he crosses his arms, โShut up, sheโs hot. How could you let Jungwon bring you down here?โ
โWhatโs it matter to you?โ you retort, brows knitting together. โHe said he was getting me a drink.โ
โAnd you decided the safe place to get a drink was in the room with naked people on the couch?โ he asks, one of his arms flying behind him, referring to the now very naked people on the couch.
Heat lines your cheeks as your lips part, โOh.โ Shaking your head, voice drawing defensive, you argue, โThey werenโt naked when I got down here, they were just making out. It was PG-thirteen.โ
โYouโre too naive for a guy like Jungwon,โ Wooyoungโs arms cross tighter. โHeโll tear you to pieces.โ
โMaybe I wanted to get torn to pieces,โ you proclaim. You were contemplating it, at most, and youโre not naive. โWhy are you grilling me? Go get fucked.โ
โYouโre not the hook-up type, you just said it yourself.โ Wooyoung rakes a hand through his hair, โI didnโt want to be right about your boyfriend, you know.โ
โDonโt get serious now,โ your tone is vicious. โWeโre barely even friends. You have no reason to be consoling me right now.โ
โYouโve walked in on me jerking off and you walked in on me having sex,โ he counters, voice flat. โNow weโre not friends?โ
You sigh, exhaustion building from this conversation alone. โYou irritate me.โ
โWhat happened two weeks ago?โ Wooyoung asks, and in his eyes you can see the concern, the genuine curiosity. โI want to make sense of what I just saw. I want to know.โ
Lips scrunching, running both hands through your hair, you donโt have it in you to argue anymore. โOkay,โ you preface, and let the rest of the story come tumbling out. From the night he gave you advice, to having sex with Yeonjun, to the basket, to catching him in bed with Beomgyu, you donโt miss a single detail from that night all the way up to today, all of your friends having to convince you to come out.
โDamn, Iโm sorry,โ Wooyoungโs lips are tied tight to one side. โThe marriage shit makes sense now, though. Projection, in a way, him holding on to what was left even though he was the one pulling out.โ
Your brows raising is your only agreement, because youโve thought all of this over already. Under your breath, you mutter, โYeah, Iโm sure, he only did that with me.โ
You should have known that because heโs Wooyoung, heโd understand your play on words. โWait, he didnโt cum inside you? Even though you were dating for that long, and he wanted to get you pregnant?โ You shake your head. His head tilts, โGirl.โ
โIt doesnโt matter, itโs over,โ you roll your eyes, sinking into the stool. โCan you go now? Go fuck enough for the both of us, since I wonโt be having sex for a long, long time.โ
Wooyoung studies you for a moment, eyes thin in a squint, debating. โHow many bodies do you have?โ
โWooyoung!โ you whisper-yell, looking around. โWhy would you ask me that?โ
โNow youโre shy? After telling me that whole story?โ He laughs a little. โAnswer.โ
Your heartbeat picks up, feeling heat in your cheeks. โFour,โ you mumble, so quietly youโre sure he canโt hear you. He cups his ear with his palm, and you repeat, louder, โFour.โ
โI heard you the first time, I just wanted to be wrong,โ he groans. Running his hands over his face, he stops when his fingers are wrapped around his jaw, โHave you never hooked up with anyone, literally ever?โ
โNo,โ you answer, shameless. โIโve always had boyfriends, Iโm a lover girl.โ
His face twinges with disgust, โNever say that again. You talked so much shit about him not fucking you right, andโ you know, you should call Jungwon back in here. You should fuck him. You need to learn what good sex is.โ
โI know what good sex is,โ you argue, offended. โWe had good sex, beforeโฆ before Beomgyu. In the beginning. It was good!โ
โWas it good or was it I think I might die good?โ Thereโs a flush ripping through your entire body now, and Wooyoung takes your silence as an answer. โDid he at least make you cum?โ
โYes,โ you reply too quickly. Wooyoungโs brows raise like heโs waiting for the rest. Self-consciously, you give him the rest, mumbling, โIn the beginning.โ
โWhen was the last time another person made you cum?โย
You donโt know. You canโt answer. Wooyoung chokes on a disbelieving laugh like this is the most diabolical thing heโs ever heard in his life. Shame bubbles up inside your gut, embarrassed that you stayed with him for so long, mortified that Wooyoung now knows all the nitty-gritty details.
โNot all of us fuck anything,โ you snap, frustration boiling over. โAt least Iโve never had chlamydia. Can you say the same?โ
โIโve never had sex without giving my partner at least one orgasm, can your ex say the fucking same?โ he bites back, and every bit of anger behind the words is intentional. โYes, Iโve had chlamydia, but Iโve been fucking for a long time and Iโve gotten so good at it, now everyone wants a piece. Is that my fault?โ
โNot everyone,โ you sneer, fingers curling into your stool. You can imagine it, right now, in your head, all the different ways he does it. If Unscripted were here, sheโd be kicking that girl out of the bedroom and taking it for herself, experiencing in detail all the ways Jung Wooyoung makes his partners cum. Sheโd be fucking Wooyoung within seconds.
โAnd youโre some kind of saint because you donโt want to fuck me?โ He laughs, and itโs coated in sarcasm. โJesus, you wield the fact that I had chlamydia like itโs some kind of weapon against me. I took the medication, Iโm clean, Iโm safe.โ
โWhy are you trying to convince me?โ You shoot your hand across the room again, damn near shouting. โGo tell the girl thatโs waiting for you! Why do you give a fuck what I think about you?โ
โBecause youโre the one who canโt remember the last time she had an orgasm, and I can give one to you!โ he finally shouts, in the same tone as you, and it renders you both quiet. He turns, running his hands through his hair like he was bringing himself back down to earth.
Thereโs butterflies in your stomach, static in your toes, your heart is banging against your chest. But the shame, the embarrassment, the anger, itโs all still there.
โWhat, is this some kind of pity offer?โ you argue after a moment, and he starts laughing, but you canโt bring yourself to stop. โLook, itโs the girl who got cheated on, let me offer her a free orgasm since her cheating ex-boyfriend rarely made her cum, too.โ
โItโs not about you,โ Wooyoung grits out, his body only turned halfway toward you. โThatโs like, a crime, not making your partner finish. A sin.โ He finally turns, and the severity on his face kinda freaks you out. โI could teach a fucking master-class on eating pussy, itโs simple. Itโs ridiculous to me that women go around fucking guys who wonโt make them cum.โ
A laugh cracks from your chest. Itโs small, at first, but then it tumbles into loud, obnoxious laughter. โYou actually have to be kidding me,โ you snort, sinking into the stool as you laugh. โYou want to make me cum in spite of all the guys on earth who donโt make women cum? Are you a feminist all of the sudden?โ
He walks closer to you, his expression stone-cold serious. โI enjoy it, Virgin, like itโs a fucking hobby. When was the last time he ate you out, just to eat you out? Nothing expected afterward?โ
โYou expect me to believe you wonโt want anything after?โ
โAnswer my question.โ
โProbably never,โ you answer honestly, amusement still lying in your tone, laughter still breaking up your words. โI donโt think heโs ever gone down on me just to do it.โ
Wooyoung groans in disgust, turning away like he couldnโt bear the sight of you. โGod, and you dated him for over a year? This is the type of shit I mean when I say I could never be in a relationship, I canโt wrap my mind around dating someone if youโre not having good sex.โ
Your lips fall flat, โWell, he was saving it for Beomgyu. What do you want me to fucking say to that, Wooyoung?โ
โI want you to tell me to do it,โ he answers, so shamelessly it makes your skin prickle with sweat. โI want you to tell me to show you what Iโm talking about, to prove that my words are true. Thatโs what I want.โ
You donโt do hook ups, Wooyoung doesnโt do relationships. You want sex to be fully about you, heโs giving you an option he says isnโt about you at all. The proposition is everything youโre against, everything you donโt want, but in his eyes, you see heโs being truthful, that he means every word he says. Yeonjun is upstairs with Beomgyu, thereโs a girl just behind that door waiting for Wooyoung, and heโฆ wants to eat you out.
โI donโt do hookups,โ you whisper, looking up at him from where you sit on the stool.
โItโs not a hookup,โ he shakes his head. โItโs a favor. One you donโt have to pay back.โ
โSex is about love to me, Wooyโโ
โIt doesnโt have to be,โ his voice is calmer now, steadier. โSex is fun, an experience, it can be a hobby. Itโs about pleasure, and who doesnโt want to be pleased?โ
You, you guess. Thatโs all youโve wanted these past few months, itโs what youโve been fucking begging for and heโs handing it to you on a silver platter. His words sound like theyโre straight out of your own podcast.
โAnd all you want to do is eat me out?โ you ask, brows raised.
โWell, can we kiss a little?โ He tilts his head. โYou have to be comfortable to cum, you wonโt be comfortable if we walk in there and I tear your little shorts off.โ A rush of something racks through you, landing in the base of your gut. You shiver. He smiles. โItโs like the night we met, instead this time, youโre actually gonna cum in a random bedroom at a frat party.โ
That makes a smile tug at your lips, and before you know it, youโre nodding. It has to be the vodka, the pregame, the drinks you had before going on the counter, the martini you just chugged down. Thereโs no other explanation for how giddy you feel jumping off the stool and following Wooyoung straight through the door beside the movie screen.ย
there are many, many things in life youโll never understand. but the things you're trying to figure out right now are choi yeonjun, why no one is smart enough to figure out that unscripted is you, and how the fuck jung wooyoung is always right.
๐ค๏ธ๏ธ wooyoung x fem!reader | college au, mini-series, part 3/? 8k words
๐ค๏ธ๏ธ 18+ reader is the host of a sex podcast, wooyoung is a frat boy whore, reader has a boyfriend who is choi yeonjun | smut minors dni
โHOW WAS THE PARTY ON TUESDAY?โ Comes from Soobin, fully lounged out on the couch, his eyes on you the moment you step foot in his apartment.ย
You close the door behind you softly, even if your heart is already racing in your chest. You ask, โWhat party?โย
Soobin sits up, a lazy grin on his cheeks, showing off his dimples. Not like Sanโs dimples, his are different, somehow, not as prominent. Not as damning. Thereโs something playing on the TV across from him, a cooking show, you think.ย
His head tilts, eyes flaring like you both know what party heโs talking about. โI saw you there,โ Soobin admits. โYou were zip-tied to Jeong Yunho.โย
Heat spreads from your chest outward. You laugh, or try to, it comes out like a nervous sound of forced air, if anything. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you wonder, โI thought you were busy studying on Tuesday night.โ
โNot busy enough to miss a handcuff party.โ He sits up fully, leaning his chin into his elbows, arms hooked over the back edge of the couch. You creep closer after kicking off your shoes.ย
โIs that what theyโre called?โ you ask, letting your purse fall from your shoulder to your fingers. โIโve never been to one before.โ
โTheyโre fun,โ Soobin watches you carefully, like heโs reading your body language, or trying to. โIf youโre tied to the right person.โย
โI was not,โ you admit, pinning your arms behind your back, clasping your hands together. โYunho made me shotgun, like, four beers. I donโt even like beer.โย
โDirty martini, extra dirty, three olives,โ Soobin recites from memory. โNo, youโve never been a Miller Lite kind of girl.โย
โIs Junie in his room?โ You glance toward his closed bedroom door.
โHeโs in there,โ Soobin uncurls from the back of the couch, sinking into the plush leather again, focusing back on the cooking show. โHe saw you with Yunho, too.โย
You took one step towards Yeonjunโs room before stopping in your tracks. Your neck snaps toward Soobin, โHe was there?โย
โWeird, how you guys donโt talk when youโre in a relationship.โย
You donโt answer, already at Yeonjunโs door, pushing it open to see him exactly where you knew heโd be. At his desk, laptop open, headphones in his ears. Like he did to you Tuesday morning, you walk over to him and pluck one out of his ear.ย
You skip greeting him. โSo, I couldnโt come over Tuesday night because you were studying, but you could go to a frat party? That doesnโt interfere with your studying schedule?โย
He pushes his desk chair backward, looking up at you with a face that doesnโt read even the slightest bit of guilt. โI had been studying all day, I needed a break.โย
โAnd that involves frat parties, but not hanging out with your girlfriend?โ You throw your purse onto his bed, hands landing on your hips. Anger brings your blood to a steady boil, skin steaming, a kettle ready to whistle. โJesus Christ Yeonjun, you want to marry me but you canโt spend your Tuesday night with me?โย
โHey,โ he tries to soothe, eyebrows bent up in concern. He shakes his head before words can spill, โIt was last minute, baby. I went with Soob and Gyu, I didnโt even drink.โย
โDid you get tied to anyone?โ
โDid you?โ he counters, and your mouth runs dry. He smiles, a small, soft grin, โI saw, but Iโm not angry, am I?โย
Your lips bend downward in a frown, voice coming out quieter, like you didnโt want the answer as you ask, โWhy didnโt you tell me? Why didnโt you talk to me at the party? We couldโve gone together, been tied together.โ
โCome here,โ he soothes, holding his arms out. You look at him for a second before moving an inch. Sweats on his legs, a loose tee on his torso, but his hair is still styled from class earlier today. Nothing out of the ordinary. Your Yeonjun.ย
You take a step toward him, and his hands land on your hips, giving you the okay to crawl onto his lap, feet dangling off the back of the chair as you settle over his thighs. Hands landing on his shoulders, you pout further, โThey made me drink beer.โ
He moves your hair away from your face, pouting with you, โHow could they be so cruel?โ
โYou really donโt care that I went?โ you ask, voice still small, partially guilty. โI didnโt even tell you I was going.โย
โI figured you needed to blow off some steam,โ Yeonjunโs hands land on your bare thighs, warm palms smearing smooth strokes across your skin. โI havenโt been the most attentive lately.โย
โNo,โ youโre quick to answer. โYou havenโt.โ
โMy pretty girl,โ he reaches up for your cheeks, pulling you down to kiss him. A light peck, a greeting in the press of your lips. โStay over tonight.โ
Youโre supposed to record tonight, an hour length episode on bondage. You should send Yunho a fruit basket for the idea.ย
You hum, keeping your lips close to his. โMaybe.โ
He kisses you again, one of his hands falling to your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. He parts with your lips with his tongue, and you moan an almost silent noise into his mouth, a soft plea.
โWhy maybe?โ he whispers between kisses, teasing. โYouโve got a hot date? Choi San? Jeong Yunho?โ
You smile, giggling into his mouth before pushing on his chest. โShut up,โ you press your forehead against his. โYour exam is tomorrow and I have a lot of shit to get done.โ
You do, other than the podcast. His hands find your waist, slipping under your tee, warm against your skin. A shiver racks up your spine anyway, body giving into his touch, craving more, needing more. You donโt want to get your hopes up, even if heโs the one coming onto you.ย
โToo much that you canโt make some time for me?โ heโs smiling, voice too playful for the weight of his words. How did this get flipped on you?
Your response comes quickly. โThatโs funny, coming from you.โ
He frowns, voice suddenly sharp. โDo you think itโs easy? My classes? My assignments?โ
โNo,โ you mumble, shameful. โI just think you can make more time than you let on.โ
โSo you think Iโm a liar?โ He sits back in the chair, leaving you with your hands on your thighs, disarmed. โYou think that I enjoy spending all my time sitting at this desk, not doing the things you want me to do?โ
Your cheeks feel hot, nails catching onto the skin of your thighs. โThatโs not what I said, Junie.โ
โYou donโt have to say it,โ he argues. โDo you think it felt good to see you tied to Jeong Yunho? Laughing with him? Smiling at him the way you smile at me?โ
All the color drains from your face, leaving your skin feeling cold, your body stiff with discomfort and guilt. โIโ you said you didnโt care that I went.โ
โI donโt care,โ he reiterates, voice still ridged with frustration. โI canโt care, because I know Iโm not taking care of you the way Iโm supposed to be. I was there to blow off steam, too, because all I can think about is cardiovascular hemodynamics when I should be thinking about you.โ
Youโre shaking your head before he finishes his sentence. โYou donโt need to be thinking about me, focus on studying. Iโm here, Iโll be here, Iโm not going anywhere. Iโm sorry.โ
His lips bend in a small smile, hands landing on your thighs again, sliding his palms up and down reassuringly. โItโs okay, baby, I know, I justโฆโ He glances at his laptop. โI need to finish this section.โ
You swallow down your unease, mind drifting back to the party, to Wooyoungโs advice that youโve refused to take for over a week now. Heat returns to your body, your hands landing over Yeonjunโs on your thighs. โFinish it in ten minutes.โ
You can feel your heartbeat, moisture surfacing on your palms. You need this, you need him to lay you down, to remind you that he loves you. All of your questions from before the party have been answered: you clearly donโt respect him enough as a med student, youโre a shitty girlfriend for not giving him space, and you do fucking suck because all you can think about is still fucking sex.ย
You pull your shirt over your head from the hem, throwing it to the floor beside you. Yeonjun watches, lips parting, eyes darkening to a moonless night.
โTen minutes,โ you whisper, voice coming out sultry, like a glass of red wine. Your right hand slides down your stomach until it passes the hem of your shorts, the only layer separating you. You hear Yeonjunโs breath catch in his throat.ย
Two fingers find your clit, adding pressure, swirling a small, precise circle. You release a pleased sigh, head falling to the side, eyes locked on Yeonjun whose gaze is focused on between your legs.ย
โStudy me,โ you whisper just as your hips rock into your own hand, fingers picking up speed between your legs. Yeonjunโs brows furrow, nails sinking into your thighs, body sinking into the chair, dazed.ย
โFuck,โ he groans out, voice layered with arousal, deep and seductive.ย
โIโm so wet,โ you whine, like itโs a complaint. But itโs not, the relief is immediate, body thrumming with pleasure as he watches your knuckles through your shorts. โDโyou wanna feel?โ
Finally, he looks up, and you canโt believe thereโs a full second of debate before heโs grabbing you by your thighs and standing on his feet. In one quick motion he has you on your back, on his bed, legs spread and back arched.ย
He tugs both his sweatpants and his briefs down his legs at once, crawling over you, helping you get your shorts down your calves, over the heels of your feet.
โFuck me,โ you whisper as he settles between your legs, before his lips meet yours. Your tongue slides into his mouth as you reach for the hem of his tee, breaking the kiss only to pull it over his head. He presses his chest against yours, and you swear the feeling of his skin against yours brings you closer.ย
You can feel him sliding between your thighs, spreading the arousal youโve spent the last few minutes gathering, unsurprisingly slippery. โJunie,โ you pant into his mouth, back arching up into him, โinside, please.โย
He grunts like heโs letting go of the last bit of his restraint. Looking between your bodies, he lines himself up, and you brace yourself for the stretch, sucking in a tight breath, limbs locking.ย
He groans as he pushes inside, savoring every inch of your heat, slowly filling you until he reaches the hilt. He's slow at first, like he always is, rocking into you softly, letting you feel every inch, every vein, every ridge.ย
โFeel so good,โ your boyfriend grits out, chin tucked to his chest, watching himself pull out and fill you up over and over. You reach for his face, keeping your song of pleasure quiet, legs hooking around his back as you pull his lips to yours.ย
He picks up the pace, fucking into you steadily, making your lips go slack against his, the two of you breathing into each othersโ mouths, fighting to keep quiet.
โNot gonna last like this,โ he mutters into your mouth, voice tight. You whimper, using your legs around his middle to lift your hips, angling him upward so his cock curves right into the spot you needed it to.ย
โFuck,โ the curse is sharp, his hips stuttering. โSo tight, โh my godโโ
โWait, wait,โ you pant, nails clawing into his shoulders, ankles crossing over his back. Youโre not close, youโre barely dipping your toes into the pool of pleasure. You thought itโd be easier to reach the finish line, so wound-up, you assumed after a few measly touches youโd be coming undone.ย
โCanโt,โ he whines, voice strained, pitched and tight like he was two strokes away from finishing.ย
And he was, much to your dismay.ย
His pace quickens, staggered, rough, chasing his release until he pulls away, pulling out, he takes his length in his hand until heโs painting the expanse of your stomach white.ย
You lay there, catching your breath, hating yourself for being disappointed. Wooyoungโs voice rings in your mind as you watch Yeonjun run a hand through his hairโ three minutes of missionary. Was that even three minutes?
Yeonjun hops off the bed, no doubt in search of a towel to clean you up. You should just be happy he finally fucked you, you could work on the specifics later. That was progress. That was sound advice you received, used, and it fucking worked.ย
It worked.ย
โAre you okay?โ Yeonjun asks, wiping your stomach with a warm, damp towel.ย
You nod, reminding yourself to smile, โYeah, โm fine. Happy.โ He grins, so wide and full it makes the guilt weighing on your chest feel ten times heavier. โWill you be upset if I go? I still have to work on my multimedia report, itโs due tomorrow.โย
He crawls over you, then drops himself on the bed beside you, planting a kiss on your lips as soon as he lands. โI could never be upset with you, baby. Youโre gonna be a big-shot reporter one day, arenโt you?โย
โA big-shot journalist,โ you correct, smiling before you kiss him again.ย
โI couldnโt take time away from you reaching your goal,โ he presses another kiss to your forehead, voice soft, even if the wording makes it feel like a dig. โGo.โย
Go, Virgin.ย
You crawl off the bed quicker than you mean to, finding your tee, your shorts. Guilt, disappointment and despair are swimming in your gut, a cocktail for you losing your patience, your temper and your mind if you donโt leave his condo now. You should be grateful. You should be happy youโve made progress.ย
But fuck, your insides feel hollow. You donโt feel any better than you did before.ย
He mutters something about seeing you tomorrow, and you smile, kiss him once again, then sling your purse over your shoulder and get the fuck out of there. You donโt speak to Soobin, you donโt look at Beomgyu on the opposite side of the couch, you keep your gaze straight ahead as you make for the front door.ย
Once youโre outside under the sunset, you finally breathe, filling your diaphragm with air and hope. This canโt be forever. You canโt be one of those wives that men talk about under the AITA subreddit, the ones who wonโt fuck their husband because he fucking sucks.ย
You canโt be in a sexless marriage.ย
You canโt marry him at all.ย ย
S&M by Rihanna is blasting in Wooyoungโs headphones, and only God and Unscripted could possibly answer why.ย
โGood morning, afternoon, or goodnight, whatever time youโre listening to this weekโs episode of Unscripted. Today, we have an exciting topic that I cannot wait to dive into. Bondage. And I know what youโre thinking: am I secretly really kinky? Well, I guess itโs not much of a secret after over fifty episodes, is it?โย
โIf you donโt know what bondage is, then Iโll give you the Merriam-Webster definition. Bondage is a sadomasochistic practiceโhence S&M for the introโthat involves the physical restraint of your partner. Or of you, depending on what youโre into. Iโd like to start off with a story, if thatโs cool with you.โย
Wooyoung internally groans as he stares at the treadmill screen with a blank expression. He needs her to get to the juicy part and fast.ย
โThis weekend, I went to a frat party. I know, so sophisticated, but it was enlightening in a very physical way. My wrist was zip-tied to a random guy, someone I had barely even met, and it got me thinkingโ do we all have someone that we're zip-tied to, whether itโs a physical, or an emotional bond?โ
Wooyoung almost trips over his feet. She was at his party this weekend? What other frat on campus could have had the same themed party on the same weekend?
โEven though I was physically tied to this beautiful, tall, random ass man Iโve never spoken a word to, there was someone else at the party who is tied to a vastly different part of me. By midnight, the alleged rules state that all couples are to finish a pack of alcohol together, and then you could get your zip-tie cut off your wrists, and enjoy the party. Six beers down, I was freed, and trust me, I enjoyed that tall man and the party. But now, a few days later, Iโve come to realize what was supposed to be such a simple party theme might have changed the trajectory of my life forever.โย
Wooyoung smacks his teeth. Boring. No one cares about hearing about her life if itโs not the sexy bits, especially him. He doesnโt reach for his phone.
โI didnโt even know he was there, the other guy, not the sexy one I was tied to with a strap of plastic. But now that I know, Iโm wondering, was I really ever tied to Mister Tall? Did I even consider the fact that I could be tied to Mister Tall? Or was I tied to someone else the whole time, and I couldnโt even enjoy that I was physically attached to a tall, sexy ass man?โย
Wooyoung is confused. So many words, so many words repeated, he thinks he lost somewhere around strap of plastic.
โDo we all find ourselves, at some point in our lives, attached, bonded to someone we know we shouldnโt be, but we canโt do anything about it? We canโt stop because weโre scared of what itโs like to not have them in our lives, weโre scared of what itโs like to feel fully alone again.โ
Wooyoung has never disagreed with anything more.ย
โSex should be fun. It should be filled with curiosity, comfort, laughter, and pleasure. You should try new things, like bringing zip-ties to the bedroom or having a woman on your face while another is between your legs.โ
That's something Wooyoung can agree with. He loves it when it feels personal.ย
โIt shouldnโt beโฆ it shouldnโt feel like a chore. Or like youโre a hole or something, sorry, thatโs foul wording, but itโs the truth. Sex is between two people, and it should feel that way, whether youโre bonded to the person or not. If youโre a guy listening, please take everything I just said to heart, and if youโre thinking โis this about me?โ then it is.โ
Damn. This isnโt the usual fun and flirty sex talk he usually hears from her podcast. He guesses women like Unscripted go through shit, too. And here he thought she was just as free-spirited as he was. Wooyoung guesses everyone goes through shitโ he wonders if heโll ever feel anything close to what sheโs going through, or something like what youโre going through.ย
He laughs under his breath at the idea. Or tries to, at least, his breath cleared from his goddamn chest thanks to the speed of the treadmill.ย
โMy bad, someone sent in a question asking if Iโd ever experienced a situationship and I needed to let everyone know that even I get lonely sometimes, and sleep with a man more than once. But anyways, letโs move on to the good shit, right?โย
Wooyoung peels his headphones off his ears and cringes when he realizes theyโre as sweaty as he is. Resting them around his neck, he turns the treadmill off, wipes it down, and throws his bag over his shoulder all while still trying to catch his breath.ย
It didnโt feel like an hour running through podcast episodes, at the end of this one heโll be all caught up, and by this point he feels like he knows her a little better. He relates to her, in a weird, hatred-filled way, itโs like sheโs the female version of him, but heโd rather fall off the treadmill than admit that to someone else.ย
Especially San.ย
He feels even weirder now that heโs come to terms with relating to her, but knowing that even sheโs felt a level of romance before when heโs never felt it at all, makes him feel like an oddball. He leaves it up to a strong case of FOMO, but in his soul he knows he doesnโt actually want to experience it.ย
Everyone he knows thatโs in a relationship hates it in one way or another. Or theyโre too stubborn to admit it, like you, very obviously just showing up for your shift behind the gym counter.ย
โVirgin,โ Wooyoung says by way of greeting. Youโre shoving your bag under the counter when he says it, and when you look up, Wooyoung nearly jumps where he stands on the opposite side of the black acrylic. You look like shit.
โDamn,โ Wooyoung mumbles, taking in your dark circles, your zombie-fied, lifeless looking skin. โWhat the hell happened to you?โ
โI donโt have the energy for you today,โ you respond, voice curt. No playful tone, no sarcasm, just the honest-to-god truth. It kinda hurts his feelings.ย
โWhat happened?โ Wooyoung asks, his tone concerned, and it surprises him that he cares. Instinct, not choice.ย
โNothing,โ you mutter, throwing your phone onto the acrylic, a little hard for someone whoโs trying to play off their state as fine. โGo home, Wooyoung.โ
Something tugs at his gut, telling him to go. Instinct tells him not to press, not to get involved, but by now heโs in too deep to not be intrigued.ย
โDoes it have to do with the husband?โ He pries anyway, crossing his sweaty forearms over the counter. โYou look like shit.โย
You deadpan, eyes pointed, jaw locked. โOh, really?โ you ask, sarcasm dripping from your tongue. Maybe the sarcastic part of you stays intact no matter what. โI had no idea, I guess running on no sleep and copious amounts of caffeine isnโt good for oneโs appearance. Who woulda thought?โ
โIโm serious,โ he pushes, his front pressing up against the counter. He leans his cheek on his palm. โAre you sick or something? Why are you working?โย
โIโm not sick,โ you mumble, changing directions, as if Wooyoung wouldnโt follow you. You should know him better than that by now.ย
โThen whatโs your deal?โ He meets you at the opposite side, his sweaty arms leaving another mark on the acrylic.ย
โGod, Wooyoung, what if Iโm just having a bad day?โ Your voice is raised, basically shouting, sounding exasperated like heโs hit every single nerve he could reach. โAnd if something is wrong, maybe I donโt want to fucking talk to you about it!โย
His brows raise. Maybe he should have listened to his gut. It's never steered him wrong before, listening to his gut is how he hit his last personal record, six women in one day.
He canโt find it in himself to come up with a snarky response, so instead he taps the black acrylic twice in place of saying goodbye with his lips sealed tight, and carries himself back to his car like he never asked in the first place. He reminds himself he doesnโt care, not about you, not about your love life, he wouldnโt give a fuck if you never spoke to him again.ย
He will admit that he kind of wants to know if his advice worked, though. A creeping thought has been breaching the walls of his mind lately, if he could really be the male version of Unscripted, if he started posting podcast episodes of himself talking about sex. Would he become as popular? Would he get as many listeners? Would people take his word as seriously as they take Unscriptedโs?
The music playing from his speakers is a low hum all the way back to his house. His mind wanders, from you, the way you looked, to Unscripted, to himself. If sex is his singular, undeniable skill in this life, shouldnโt he do something with it?
โWhatโs wrong with you?โ San asks from the kitchen as soon as Wooyoung closes the door behind him. Damn, did your shitty mood rub off on him?
โNothing,โ Wooyoung shrugs, crossing the living room. โI just left the gym. Did you know Virgin works there?โ
โI feel like she appeared out of literally nowhere, and now sheโs everywhere,โ San indulges the topic while making a sandwich, which was really stuffing different meats and cheeses between two burger buns. Wooyoung thinks itโs Jonghoโs turn to go to the grocery store.ย
Wooyoung jingles his lanyard at his side, mindlessly listening to the keys playing a small tune. โShe seemed weird,โ Wooyoung mumbles, lost in thought again, staring at the makeshift sandwich like it's the most interesting thing in the world.ย
Yunho walks in from the back door, eyes landing on Sanโs sandwich, too. โOoh,โ he perks up at the sight. โCan you make me one, too?โย
โNot enough bread,โ San holds up the plastic bag that once held the burger buns, now empty. โGo yell at Jongho to go to the store.โ
Yunho dips his chin toward Wooyoung, โWanna go with me?โย
โHell no,โ Wooyoung makes a why-would-you-even-ask face. โItโs Jonghoโs turn.โย
โHe doesnโt follow the list,โ Yunho walks to the fridge, peeling the blue sticky note from the stainless steel. Pinching it between two fingers, Yunho shows it to San and Wooyoung like it's a piece of treasure. โDo you see this list? We make this list for a reason.โ
โWe see the list,โ San and Wooyoung respond as one, voices flat and monotonous.ย
โYouโre coming with me,โ Yunho points at Wooyoung with his other hand. โYouโre driving, letโs go.โย
He canโt even shower first? He still smells like sweat and whatever funk is left from your bad mood raining all over him. He doesnโt argue, though, Yunhoโs a high-spirited guy and if thereโs anyone who could fix Wooyoungโs attitude, itโs him.ย
In the car, Yunho rambles about Tuesdayโs party, the guy who warmed his bed that night. It's always been interesting to Wooyoung, how Yunho could play for both teams, how he never leaned toward one side over the other. If Wooyoung was honest with himself, he would have slept with a guy a long, long time ago. That day will come eventually.ย
Somehow even that reminds him of you. Well, your possibly gay boyfriend, which isnโt doing great things for aforementioned eventually. He tips his head back until itโs leaning against the headrest, tuning Yunho out while he thinks about your sex life instead of his own. When he wonders if youโve gotten the balls to suck his dick yet, he shivers, and decides to start listening to Yunho again. He fears eventually is nearing closer than he thought.
โDo you ever feel like that?โ Oh shit, he wasnโt listening. โLike everything is already mapped out for you, but you donโt know if youโre following the steps? Or the road?โ
โLike the yellow brick road?โ Wooyoung quips with a sly grin.ย
Yunho laughs, sinking further into the passenger seat, knees touching the glove compartment. Heโs in workout clothes, sweatshorts, a loose tee, the same headband on his head he always wears. Wooyoungโs dressed in the sameโ perfect grocery store attire.ย
โWhy is everyone so deep today?โ Wooyoung wonders out loud, turning into the parking lot of the grocery store. He needs to stop thinking so hard while heโs driving, he doesnโt remember getting here.ย
โWho else? And deep in who?โ
Wooyoung snorts at his lame joke. โI was listening to Unscripted earlierโโ
โYou hate Unscripted,โ Yunho doesnโt let him finish, snapping his body sideways to look at Wooyoung. โWhy the fuck were you listening to Unscripted?โ
โI just was,โ Wooyoung snaps. โAnd she was talking about the party on Tuesday, she was there.โย
โHow many people away from her do you think we are?โ Yunho asks, suddenly excited. โDo you think we know her already? Or do you think sheโs a friend of a friend? Bro, youโve probably fucked her.โย
โI have not fucked her,โ Wooyoung argues while swiftly backing into a parking spot. The lot wasnโt too crowded for a Friday evening, everyone is probably out partying already.ย
โHow do you know?โ Yunho unclips his seatbelt, folding his big ass to get out of Wooyoungโs low sports car. When theyโre both out of the car and the door is locked, Yunho continues, โShe doesnโt have an identity. Sheโs faceless, identity-less, sheโs a sex ghost.โ
โSex ghost,โ Wooyoung mumbles under his breath, and heโs reminded why the fuck he hates Unscripted so much. โThat really bothers me, yโknow, that you all listen to her and believe every word she says just because sheโs a woman.โ
โYeah, yeah, yeah,โ Yunho drags out. โIโve heard it all already. You never mentioned how she got all deep.โ
โShe was supposed to talk about bondage, like cuffs and rope and tape and shit, but she started talking about this situationship she has, and how he was at the party, too. She seemed pissed or something.โย
Yunho hums, surprised. โI would have thought she was just like you, allergic to relationships of any kind.โย
โI thought that too,โ Wooyoung nods while getting slapped across the face by the grocery storeโs air conditioning. His nose crinkles, but maybe the air will wash off the rest of his Virgin funk.ย
โThat reminds me,โ Yunho wonders out loud as he bee-lines toward the produce. Wooyoung grabs a basket and follows him. โThat girl that almost passed out at the Penny, she was at the party, too.โย
โI know, she interrupted my threesome,โ Wooyoung says, holding out the basket for Yunho to throw whatever was on the list inside.ย
โSo youโre friends,โ Yunho turns, brows furrowed like it was a question. โDid you know her boyfriend doesnโt fuck her?โ
โUnfortunately,โ Wooyoung sighs. Is there no escaping you now?ย
โSheโs pretty,โ Yunho turns again, holding up the blue sticky note, probably making sure he isnโt missing anything. โIโll never understand staying in a relationship you arenโt happy in.โย
โSheโs happy in her own strange way, I guess,โ Wooyoung catches the vegetable Yunho throws into the basket. โI don't understand staying in a relationship, period. Could you imagine not having the opportunity to fuck two women at once, because you had a partner waiting for you at home?โย
โYouโre twisted,โ Yunho shakes his head. โMaybe itโs a good thing youโre getting your whore-ism out now. When you find a partner, youโre going to be more loyal than anyone else on the fucking planet, I guarantee it.โย
Wooyoung laughs, โSure, and Virginโs gonna break up with her boyfriend and blow through the frat like a fucking freight train.โย
When Yunho turns to look at him, thereโs a twinkle in his eye, and Wooyoung swears itโs hope. Thereโs a part of him that doesnโt like it, that look, that glimmer.ย
He doesnโt know what that says about him.ย
You decided to put together a basket. A good job basket, or a be proud of your hard work basket, or a congratulations basket, even if you know Yeonjun doesnโt have his exam results yet. Maybe youโll just call it an I love you basket. You raced to three different stores after your shift in a panic, worried about not only the episode you posted this morning, but also the fact that you kind of fucking hate your boyfriend.
Okay, you donโt hate him literally at all, but having sex with him didnโt feel right and itโs really freaking you the fuck out. So you need something to do, something tangible your hands can create, something that will help ease the tension in your spine because Yeonjun is supposed to be your forever and you donโt know if you can handle anything other than that.
Were you being too direct on the podcast? What if he somehow ends up listening to it, recognizes your voice, and realizes all the things you said were about him? You suppose if Yeonjun ends up listening to Unscripted, hearing himself in your words is the least of your problems.
You stuffed colorful highlighters, his favorite gel pens, trail mix, protein bars, gum, a brain-shaped stress ball and a handwritten note you wrote about fifteen minutes ago into a wicker basket you got for four bucks at the convenience store. You shift each gift in the basket, making sure each one is visible, then make sure the basket as a whole is visually appealing in height and color.
Youโre stalling. Itโs past eleven at night and you have no reason to go to Yeonjunโs condo other than to drop off this basket in hopes that Yeonjun feels your appreciation for all his hard work. Youโre stalling because itโs not about the basket at all.ย
โThatโs cute.โ You shriek, jumping off the carpeted floor youโre sitting on. Your roommate, Yunjin is standing in your doorway, staring at the basket you canโt seem to finish putting together. โGift for Junie?โ
Her hair, a pretty, chocolate brown, is curled up and pinned in different places, framing her face perfectly. Sheโs always so put together, even with a bare face, even in the middle of the night. You wish you could say the same, but you still havenโt slept, so youโre pretty sure you still resemble death itself.
โYeah,โ you smile, proud of your basket. You look up and over your shoulder at her, โThink heโll like it?โ
In her matching pink pajama set, she walks into your bedroom and crouches down into her legs beside you, ignoring all the wrappers and price tags you cut off of each gift strewn across your floor. โWhatโs it for? Are you telling him youโre pregnant or something?โ
You choke on your own spit. โYou think Iโd get him colorful highlighters and a brain-shaped stress ball if I was pregnant?โ
โStress ball for him to use when he freaks out,โ she points as she explains. โThen after heโs accepted it, highlighters to document each trimester and what symptoms youโre feeling.โ
โThatโs actually pretty accurate,โ you sigh. โHe had an exam today, this is congratulatory or something.โ Then on a vulnerable note, you ask, โIf I was pregnant, would you be happy for me?โ
โProbably not at first,โ she shrugs like that was the obvious answer. โYouโre basically fresh out of the womb, your womb isnโt ready to have anything in it yet.โ
โStop saying womb,โ you scrunch your face, amused. โHe told me the other day that he wants to marry me as soon as we graduate, then he wants to get me pregnant.โ
โWho cares what he wants?โ She sits back on her butt, elbows landing on her bent knees. โYouโre always worried about what he wants. What do you want?โ
โCan I be honest?โ you ask, then add, โcan I also be really vulgar for a sec?โ She nods with a grin, eyes flaring interest. Vulgar is her favorite. โI want good sex. Like, really good, world-shattering, itโs insane that I just survived sex.โ
She doesnโt laugh. Her brows furrow, โYouโve been dating Yeonjun for over a year. Give a girl more context.โ
You take your bottom lip between your teeth, unease and a little bit of embarrassment creeping up your spine. You donโt know why it feels so hard to say the words to her, when you can tell Wooyoung and half his frat with ease.
โWe had sex last night,โ youโre basically whispering, your voice is so low. โIโve been askingโ basically begging forโฆ rougher sex, I donโt know. Sex where I actually feel like he wants me. Last night we had sex and it felt like I accidentally got him hard and he just needed to get off or something. It's always like that.โ
โHow long?โ she asks, her face bent in concern, her already soft features somehow softer. You feel a weight lifted off your chest, maybe itโs because youโre finally confiding in one of your friends, maybe itโs because sheโs a woman. You donโt know why you thought that sheโd make fun of you.
โA long time,โ your lips flatten, scrunching to one side. Then your chest feels tight, and you can feel the tears forming, but you refuse to let them spill. โHe just told me he wants to marry me, to start a family with me, but I canโt even get him to have sex with me half the time, and the other half heโs finishing after legitimately four strokes.โ
She frowns, reaching a hand out to land on your arm. โIโm sorry,โ her voice is filled with pity. โCan you see yourself marrying him?โ
โI did,โ you blurt, then correct yourself, โI do. I can, I mean. Or I did until last night, and now Iโm freaking out, so I made this basket.โ
She glances at the basket again, everything inside it with cool, calculated eyes. โOne more question, and then Iโm done quizzing you, I swear. Is the basket for you, or is it for him?โ
โFor him,โ you answer, but your brows furrow. Why would it be for you?
She hums. โYouโre smart, babe. Youโre good at seeing people who arenโt used to being seen, youโre good at making them feel special, because you have a big heart, and you care. Shitty sex aside, does he do that for you? Does he see you? Does he make you feel special?โ
You swallow, face falling flat, eyes a little wider than they should be. You should be screaming yes, yes, yes at the top of your lungs, but he doesnโt. He hasnโt made you feel special since the six month mark, when the honeymoon phase was over and your relationship flipped overnight into seeing each other only when it was convenient, scheduled dates made weeks in advance, or the two of you coexisting in the same place but not together.
You donโt like how this feels. You donโt like how every sign seems to be pointing in the same direction, you wonโt accept it. You can fix this, you can make it feel like the first few months again, you can bring back the spark you lost.ย
You wonโt give up on him.ย
โIโm gonna bring him the basket,โ you avert, quickly standing on your feet, not meeting Yunjinโs gaze.ย
She doesnโt move, you can feel her eyes on you from the floor. โWe could have a girlโs night instead, I have face masks in the fridge already. We can make popcorn and watch a movie, you donโt have to go there.โย
โI want to go there.โ You pick up the basket from the floor and grab your purse from your desk, throwing it over your shoulder.ย
Watching you cross the living room, she stays standing in your doorframe, arms crossed. When your fingers touch the door handle, she calls out, โYouโre too young to be this stressed out over a man.โย
โHeโs not just a man,โ you look at her over your shoulder. โIโm committed to him.โย
You quickly turn away, you donโt want to see the disappointment in her eyes. You donโt know if this is the right choice, if your relationship is worth fighting for, if it should be this much of a battle. Yunjin seems to have the answer, and you donโt want to see it spelled out on her face.ย
You keep your gaze straight ahead for the entire walk to Yeonjunโs condo, just in case the bushes along the sidewalk had some insight to add, too. It looks empty from the outside, all the lights are off, from where you stand itโs almost as if no one is home at all. Being a Friday night, three pre-med students should be home, asleep. You shouldnโt expect that of Tuesdays, though, you guess. You fish for your keyring from your purse before pushing the key to Yeonjunโs into the lock, turning it, then let yourself inside.ย
The living room is dark. Eerily dark. The lights are off, even the corner lamp, the couch in pristine condition with the throw blanket folded perfectly over the back. You could see well enough from the moonlight pouring in through the windows, painting streaks of silver on the hardwood floor, on the furniture. The door beside Yeonjunโs opens, just enough for you to see Soobinโs dark eyes peeking through, then it opens halfway, and he leans up against the doorframe, his expression blank. No curiosity, no questions, as if he just wants to watch.ย
It makes you panic. Blood surges through your veins, your breath picking up, you rush across the living room and open Yeonjunโs door, expecting to see anything but what was behind it.ย
โNo,โ you whisper, taking in the sight before you, even under the blanket of night you could still make out both figures on the bed. The contents of your stomach fall to the floor, blood pounding beneath your skin, โNo, no, this is a dream, Iโm dreaming.โย
Beomgyu picks his head up first. Your name tumbles out of his mouth once in confusion, twice in panic, then heโs smacking Yeonjunโs bare back, his bare arms, pushing your naked boyfriend off of his own naked body like itโd somehow hide what youโve already seen.ย
โIโm dreaming, right?โ you ask Beomgyu, who stares at you with terrified, wide eyes as Yeonjun blinks his eyes open. A little louder, your voice cracking on the word, you ask again, โRight?!โ
โYouโre cheating on me?โ your voice cracks again on cheating. โYouโre cheating on me with Beomgyu?โ
Yeonjun sits up, confusion still sprinkled across his features, โWho? What are you doing here? What?โย
โWake the fuck up,โ youโre yelling now, and Beomgyu is scurrying off the sheets, trying to catch his footing on the floor. You point at him, โDonโt fucking move.โ
Beomgyu stills like you froze him. Yeonjun comes to, glancing at you, then Beomgyu, then his face contorts in panic. โBaby, I can explainโโ
โYou can explain Beomgyu naked in your fucking bed?!โ Youโve never yelled at him before. Heโs never seen you truly angry. โYou fucked me yesterday and Beomgyuโs naked in your fucking bed, Yeonjun?!โย
โYou had sex with her yesterday?โ Beomgyu interrupts, voice sharp, hurt laced into the question.ย
Yeonjun sits up fully, pulling the sheets over his lap, and then he holds them over his obviously naked fucking body as he crawls toward the foot. โBaby, itโs not what it looks likeโ heโs just, we were studying, and then one thing led to anotherโโ
You laugh, dropping the basket to the floor. Yeonjun stiffens, and you know itโs because heโs never heard that laugh before. โStudying for what? Did you even have an exam today?โ You turn to Beomgyu whoโs already looking at you, features still blown out with terror. โAnswer me, you lying piece of shit.โย
Beomgyuโs head even stutters as he tries to shake it, โN-no.โย
โGyu!โ Yeonjun grits out under his breath, then he turns to you. โItโs not what it looks like, just let me explain.โย
You take a step closer to Beomgyu whoโs hands are shaking as he covers his bare crotch. His chest is sinking and rising rapidly, you can smell the fear on him. โHow long?โ Beomgyu blinks. โHow long have you been fucking my boyfriend, Beomgyu?!โย
โT-three months,โ he stumbles over the words, taking a step away from you, his chest growing red in asymmetrical splotches.ย
โBeomgyu!โ Yeonjun is yelling now, panic ebbed in his tone, like he could have lied his way out of this. You think he might still try. โHeโs lying, baby, listen to me. Listen to me, Iโm your boyfriend.โย
โIs this why you wonโt have sex with me?โ you finally ask, reality becoming crystal clear. โBe honest, Yeonjun, I already fucking caught you, thereโs no point in lying anymore. Is he why you wonโt fuck me?โ
Yeonjunโs face is beet red, color bleeding down onto his shoulders, his chest. Shame, panic, guilt, you couldnโt pinpoint what emotion has his clamped fingers shaking on the sheet.ย
โYes,โ Yeonjun whispers. โBut itโs just sex,โ he defends,ย โthereโs no feelings involved. I love you, I want to marry you.โย
Beomgyuโs neck snaps, horror in his eyes, spilling from his dropped jaw. You would have already known he was lying even if you didnโt get the confirmation from Beomgyu.ย
โI brought you this,โ you pick up the basket from the floor, tossing it onto the bed, Yeonjun jumps backward as the contents spill across his baby blue sheets. His dark eyes turn glossy, a frown bending his lips as he glances at each gift. โYou donโt deserve my effort or my kindness, you never deserved a second of the time Iโve wasted caring about you. Loving you.โ
Your words come out even, almost practiced, as if youโve been waiting a long, long time to say the words. Your chest aches, of course, but thereโs a certain weightlessness to your body, something close to relief. You should be angrier. You should be tearing apart his bedroom, beating his ass and Beomgyuโs.
You canโt bring yourself to move an inch.You turn to the younger man, โIโve known you since the day I met Yeonjun, youโve been my friend all this time, Beomgyu. Youโre just as guilty as he is.โ
โIโm sorry,โ Beomgyu squeaks out. โIโm sorryโฆ Iโ I love him.โย
You give him a weak smile, โSo do I.โ Turning to Yeonjun again, silent tears stream down his cheeks now, his upper body slouched over, defeated. You keep your shoulders back, steady. โDonโt call me, donโt text me, donโt come to my apartment. Forget I ever existed.โย
โIโm sorry,โ he croaks, his voice heavy from crying. He picks his head up, panic still webbed across his features, โIโm notโ Iโm not gay. It's justโฆ Beomgyu. Itโs just Beomgyu.โ
Anger strikes, but instead itโs because Wooyoung was fucking right. Again. Godโ how the fuck are you gonna tell him? After you flipped the fuck out on him earlier, you donโt know if youโll ever get the chance to tell him. You wouldnโt approach someone after they snapped at you, but it might be for the better, anyway.
โI donโt fucking care what you are,โ you blurt, harshly. โI care that you cheated on me, especially after I've spent weeks trying to figure out what's wrong with us. I hope you two are happy together.โ
โIโm sorry,โ Yeonjun yells out when you turn on your heel. โI love you, Iโll call youโ Iโm going to fix this, pleaseโโย
You close the door behind you, pushing out a staggered, broken breath from between your lips. Soobin stands across from you, leaning against the back of the couch, body slouched casually like heโs been listening to the entire ordeal.ย
โHe really thinks he can fix it,โ Soobin says first. You can hear Yeonjun yelling at Beomgyu behind the door. โHeโs been trying to stop sleeping with Gyu for the past month. Couldnโt bring himself to.โ
โYou knew,โ you whisper your understanding, jaw locked. Thereโs venom on your tongue as you ask, โWas it entertaining for you, watching me try over and over?โ
Soobin shakes his head. โNot necessarily,โ he cranes his neck, sinking into his shoulders, fingers clamped over the back of the couch. โI didnโt think itโd take so long for you to figure it out. It wasnโt my place to say anything.โย
You push off the door, a laugh coated in sarcasm tumbling off your tongue. โRight,โ you nod, โbecause your loyalty is to Yeonjun, not to me.โย
Soobin shrugs. โIf a guy stops fucking a girl like you, thereโs only one clear answer why.โ
โYouโre just as fucking guilty as they are,โ you spit out, striding past Soobin, towards the front door. โI hope I never see the three of you ever again.โย
โI wouldnโt bet your money on it,โ Soobin calls after you. โItโs a small campus.โย
there are three things that are irritating you lately: choi yeonjun, choi san, and the fantasies in your head that you can't for the life of you make reality.
๐ค๏ธ๏ธ wooyoung x fem!reader | college au, mini-series, part 2/? 7.5k words
๐ค๏ธ๏ธ 18+ reader is the host of a sex podcast, wooyoung is a frat boy whore, reader has a boyfriend who is choi yeonjun | smut minors dni, threesome, drinking, banter, explicit content i can't tag for shit
โALSO, I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT: Iโve learned the ancient art of edging. Did anyone else know it was lowkey a religious-chastity thing in the Middle Ages? Or that it was mentioned in ancient, Hindu texts, the Kama Sutra, and Tantric scriptures? I was reading this essay about it, and they were even edging in the fucking Victorian era. We really havenโt come up with anything original, have we?โย
โThis might seem tame for someone like me to have just discovered, but I swear Iโm seeing the world in a whole different light. Yes, walk โem like a dog, sisters, but holy shit, have we all heard the sound of a man whimpering? How about begging? Have you ever seen tears streaming down a grown manโs cheeks because you wonโt let him cum? Iโm seeing the light, guys.โย
โIโve never really given a fuck about a manโs pleasure before, I wonโt lie. Their pleasure is guaranteed while we have to focus for ours, we really have to work for it, yโknow? So why put that much effort into making a man finish, when he wonโt do half as much for you? At least, if you asked me a week ago, that wouldโve been my honest answer. Today, I still feel that way, but Iโm a little more inclined to put in effort to make a man finish because a part of me is obsessed with seeing him suffer first.โ
โAnd itโs not even just the edging. It's the persona, the character youโre letting yourself sink into before you even get started. Iโve been dominant in the bedroom before, and I know I was just telling you guys to not be afraid of itโ but I think, maybe, the times I thought I was being dominant, I was just ensuring I got the same out of sex that my partner did. Now, today, I understand dominance. I understand the responsibility, the effort, the fact that someone is literally putting themself and their pleasure in your hands, and honestly, I don't understand why some men donโt solely get off on making their partner finish. What's hotter than that?โย
โHaving someone beg for you, wanting you so carnally, so shamelessly. Tears streaming down their fuckinโ cheeks, guys, it was serious, Iโm still recovering, if you canโt tell. Hopefully next episode Iโll have an update with the reverse side of things, and weโll see if Iโm as excited about it. Right now Iโm fucking geeked. I hope you all enjoyed this week's episode, and now you know a little more about toys, for your pleasure, for his pleasure, for their pleasure. I hope your partner goes out and buys one just to use on you tonight. Catch you guys next week, unscripted, as always.โย
Damn, you hate hearing your voice recorded. You sound different than how your voice sounds in your head, somehow more nasally, annoying, even. You donโt understand why people listen to you, and continue to listen to you week after week, episode after episode. Itโs not like you actually know what the fuck youโre talking about, even with the episode you uploaded last night, all of that information, stolen from a Reddit thread.ย
But yet, never once have you actually felt like a fraud. To you, youโre playing a character, an unscripted version of you, but in the way that someone else is playing the character of you. Or, actually, youโre playing the character of you in a different universe, with a different personality, different confidence level, different relationship status.ย
โWhat are you listening to, baby?โ Yeonjun asks, climbing into his own bed behind you, stealing your headphone from your ear. Pressing his chest against your back, his head fits into the pocket between your neck and shoulder like it was meant to be.ย
You slide down on your screen, lower your brightness, pause the podcast, and turn off bluetooth. โNothing,โ you murmur, backing into him, letting your body mold to his. โWhat were you doing?โย
โI went to the gym early,โ he answers before planting a kiss on your cheek. โI have to study all day today, I have an exam on Friday.โย
You turn, throwing your arms over his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss you. Pink, plump and soft, your boyfriendโs lips, his kiss was your favorite, itโs comforting, home. But you donโt want to feel like youโre home. You kick the sheets off of your lower half, hooking one leg over his hip, splitting his lips with your tongue. โI want you,โ you whisper.
He kisses you again, shifting his hips between your legs, one hand trailing down your hip, your thigh, just to hold your knee still. โI have to study,โ he reminds you. โI wasnโt kidding. Thatโs why I got up so early, I need the day, baby.โย
โYou canโt spare ten minutes?โ you ask, but it comes out more like a whine. Your arms fall from his shoulders, landing on the sheets beneath you. โSkip the shower and fuck me instead. It wonโt even take ten, Junie.โย
โI already showered,โ he gives you an apologetic look, and then you smell his body wash, bright and citrus like lemon, herby like sage, hints of aloe. He places your headphone in the center of your chest before crawling off you, โIโm sorry.โย
You let out a sharp sigh, legs falling back down to the mattress, spread out like a shriveled fucking starfish. You stare at the ceiling while listening to him rummage around his bedroom, and after a minute or two, you sit up on your elbows, ready to argue.ย
โYou do understand that we have sex, like, once a week, right?โ you ask, bitterness in your tone, clipping every word.ย
At his desk, already sitting before his open laptop, he doesnโt even look at you as he responds, โI know, I look forward to it every week.โ
Like itโs cheat day and youโre a fucking donut, as if he can only have you on the weekend or something. Anger bubbles up inside you, jaw locking, but instead of fighting for it, you climb off his bed.ย
Everything in Yeonjunโs room is pristine. Pictures on his dresser never have a spec of dust, the wood of his furniture always shining, his bed always made. Clothes are never strewn on the floor, always hung up, in his hamper, he doesnโt even keep water on his nightstand. He will get up at two in the morning to fill up a glass for himself, then flip it over when he clears it, and let it dry on the rack in his sink.ย
Even your clothes were folded up on the opposite nightstand, even if you know you threw them on the floor last night. Not that you had sex last night, but because you slept naked. He doesnโt even sleep naked. He must have folded them this morning, or maybe when he woke up at two for midnight hydration.ย
โWhere are you going?โ he asks from the desk, brows in his hairline. You refuse to look at his feline features, the dark hair thatโs no doubt drying perfectly in place, or even at his desk that has two notebooks, different colors for different purposes, a textbook, and a set of multicolored pens perfectly in a line beside his laptop.ย
โOut,โ you respond, tugging your jeans up your thighs. โHome, I donโt know. Iโm leaving.โย
โBaby,โ he tries, and his voice is soft, pleading. โDonโt be mad, are you mad?โย
โNo,โ you finally turn to him, your lips bent in a sad smile that takes every ounce of strength to force. โIโm not mad, I understand. I just want to give you space so you can study in a distraction-free environment.โ
His lips spread in a smile, โThank you, baby, youโre so thoughtful. Cโmere.โ He turns in his chair, holding out his arms for you. Standing in jeans and a bra, you cross his room, running your hands through his hair when you land between his knees. โI love you,โ he whispers, then leans forward to press a kiss to your stomach. โYouโre so good to me, donโt deserve you.โย
Itโs you who doesnโt deserve him. Your hands fall to his cheeks, lifting his head to look at you, and you bend down to kiss him. Just one, soft peck, a singular kiss that has no intention of asking for more. You werenโt in the mood to get rejected twice before ten.ย
You throw your headphones in your bag after pulling your shirt over your head, and make your way out to the living room, where Beomgyu and Soobin were surprisingly awake, at the kitchen counter eating breakfast.ย
โHey,โ you greet, eyes already on the food between them. โFeed me, Iโm starved.โ In more ways than one. Beomgyuโs always been sexy.ย
Beomgyu slides his plate over, โYouโre leaving early.โย
Shaggy brown hair shooting in every direction sits atop his head, a short laugh tumbles through your lips at his disheveled appearance. โYouโre up early. Too early to brush your hair, I guess.โย
โI have to put it back for class anyway,โ Beomgyu shrugs. โI like to let it do what it wants before I put it in ponytail jail.โย
โYou should just cut it like the rest of us do,โ Soobin says like heโs said it a million times before.ย
โIโm allowed to keep it long,โ Beomgyu argues, like heโs also said it a million times before. โI just have to keep it neat, which it always is, hence why it looks like this at home.โ
Chewing, your eyes bounce back and forth between them. โI seem to have hit a soft spot,โ you interject.ย
โJust cut it, and I wonโt have to slick it back for you anymore,โ Soobinโs hands land on the edge of the counter, his height looming over where Beomgyu sat across from him.ย
Beomgyu leans back at the display of dominance, but his eyes thin, his shoulders squaring. โI slick it back myself. I asked you to do it one time, Soob.โย
Grabbing a few more pieces of bacon from his plate, you slip away from the counter, leaving them to their own argument that you accidentally instigated. โIโll be leaving with this. Have fun studying today, boys.โ
Soobin turns his head away from Beomgyu, landing on you, already halfway across the room. โStudying?โย
โJunie said you have an exam Friday,โ your grip tightens on your bag, head nodding in the direction of Yeonjunโs bedroom. โSo study up.โย
Soobinโs brows furrow, lips parting to speak, but Beomgyu cuts him off. โThanks, girl,โ heโs grinning ear to ear, gnawing on a piece of bacon. โWill you be back later?โ
You shrug. โIf he wants me to. Weโll see.โ You wave before slipping through their front door, letting a long breath you didnโt know you were holding loose.ย
Your chest hurts. No, maybe itโs your heart that aches, a tiny part of it still beating with underlying fear at the idea of feeling like this forever. Itโs not even ten in the morning yet and youโve felt enough emotion to last you three days. You donโt know why you didnโt listen to Wooyoung, you had yet another opportunity last night toโฆ edge him, or whatever. You had the opportunity to bridge the gap, to fill in the blanks, to make your relationship feel whole again, and you didnโt take it.ย
Why not? Unscripted would have edged him until he was a whimpering, blabbering, crying mess. Why is she so different from you? Youโre still asking yourself the same question you asked yourself a thousand times while laying in Yeonjunโs bed last night. Starting your walk back into campus again, you curse yourself for promising Wooyoung an update.ย
You curse yourself for asking Wooyoungโs advice in the first place. You donโt know what it is about him thatโs so intriguing, that makes you feel so ambitious, maybe itโs because Unscripted is basically the girl version of him. Maybe a part of you is jealous, wants his confidence, his shamelessness, maybe part of you wants to be him entirely. You shake off the thoughts, you do not want to be Jung Wooyoung. Heโs so careless that he caught an STDโ and what about all the women he supposedly got pregnant?
You hate that heโs even on your fucking mind. It was mortifying having him catch you in his bedroom the night of his own goddamn party, and yet you went back to that very bedroom to ask him advice. You have to be losing your mind, or maybe youโre so fucking pent up youโd do just about anything to get your boyfriend to fuck you.ย
Coming to the crosswalk that would bridge you over to your complex, you huff, waiting for the hand to turn into a little stick figure. Not anythingโ you wouldnโt do anything, clearly, because if that was true, you would have gotten fucked the night Wooyoung gave you advice. You would have gotten fucked a thousand times since.ย
Instead of crossing over to your complex, you turn to the right, the crosswalk taking you to a strip mall that consists of a coffee shop, a hair salon, a nail salon, and the gym you work at. It was the perfect strip mall for college students, sitting just outside of campus, a quick walk no matter where you are. The coffee shop is bright; floor to ceiling windows, it somehow feels brighter than outside as you walk inside, bells over the glass doors chiming.ย
You have class in two hours, and you donโt feel like napping beforehand, so coffee it is. A small shop, a coffee bar and a set of three different tables, all already occupied with students wearing headphones, laptops open in front of them.ย
โVirgin!โ Your head picks up to the register, and your eyes thin at the person standing behind it. Smiling, dimpled and muscled.ย
โBiceps,โ you respond, laced with annoyance at the newfound nickname now two people use. โDonโt call me that.โย
โHonestly, I donโt know your name,โ he admits from behind the register. He wears an apron over his broad chest, a dark wine color against the black of his shirt, his name is printed on his right pec. San.ย
โGood,โ your smile is nothing short of sarcastic as you look up at the menu. You hum, lips folding into your mouth before you decide, โMedium vanilla latte, please.โย
โGot it,โ heโs still smiling, dimples showing as he types on his screen. Turning to show you the total, he tilts his head as he looks you over, โI would have taken you for a black coffee kind of girl. Youโre all hard and mad and serious and shit.โย
Your brows furrow as you tap your phone against the reader. โYou very clearly do not know me at all,โ you mutter, shaking your head.
His palms find the counter, shoulders meeting his ears as he leans forward, smirk playing on his lips. โYou should let me get to know you, then.โย
โWhat?โ Itโs a natural reaction. โIโ you were thereโ you know I have a boyfriend, Biceps.โ
ย โYou were about to vomit at the idea of marrying him at the Penny,โ he counters, brows high. โI wouldnโt say itโs all sunshine and rainbows in your relationship, would you?โ
Your top lip lifts in pure disgust, and you guess itโs the straw that broke the camelโs back because immediately youโre blurting, โWhat are you proposing, then? Cheating on him? Leaving him, since thatโs what everyone else thinks I should fucking do?โย
San doesnโt falter, everyone else means Wooyoung and you both know it. His smirk widens, a twinkle in his dark brown eyes, โNo one said anything about cheating, Virgin. What are you thinking about, huh?โ
โAre you going to make my fucking coffee or am I going to be stuck here all day waiting for it?โ you snap, and not a single word comes out kind. He deserves it, for insinuating cheating on Yeonjun, insinuating that you thought about it first.
San eyes you, then keeps his eye on you as he saunters over to the bar, he only pulls his gaze away when he grabs the top plastic cup off the stack of thirty. Youโre fuming, steam rising off your skin, fingertips clasped around your phone so hard you might crack the fucking screen.ย
You let it boil down to a simmer before your drink is ready, and San calls your name out, leaving you dumbfounded. You walk up to the pick-up section of the coffee bar with a quirk in your brow, โThought you didnโt know my name?โ
โI lied,โ he answers simply, sliding your drink toward you. โWeโre throwing tonight, come.โ
โYou throw a party every other night.โ You grab a straw from the container beside you, plucking it into the hole of your lid. โIโm banning myself from your parties. And Wooyoungโs bedroom.โ
That gets a laugh out of him. โYou know how many women are banned from Wooyoungโs bedroom? I think you might be first to ban yourself,โ thereโs humor in his voice now, a different kind of humor from the flirty banter he tried earlier. โCome. Leave the boyfriend at home.โย
Your lips tighten, uneasy. Curious, though, you ask, โWhy should I leave him at home?โย
Biceps just smiles like a Cheshire fucking cat. โJust leave him at home, Virgin.โย
You canโt believe youโre back here.
You can believe it, because what the fuck else were you going to do, sit at home and sulk over Yeonjun not fucking you? Reread the last text he sent you that said not to come over because heโs still studying?
The text pissed you off, then you went through every stage of grief wondering if you were the problem. Do you not respect him enough as a med student? Are you a shitty girlfriend for not giving him the time he needs to study, so he can succeed in his future? Do you fucking suck because all you can think about is sex?
All signs seemed to point toward yes, and then that pissed you off, too. Youโre no better than any of the frat guys inside the tall, two story house in front of you, all of which who will probably fuck the first person they lay eyes on tonight. Thatโs never been you. Serious boyfriend after serious boyfriend, since you were sixteen years old. Even in the short periods of time when youโve single you didnโt do the casual sex thing, even though everyone around you seemed ecstatic to participate.
What if Yeonjun finds out youโre here? Will he be angry? Will he even care, or did it not matter because at least you werenโt bothering him?
The last question seemed to answer itself, so you stare at the devilโs mouth from the lawn in an outfit you put too much effort into, the beige door bleeding bass and techno music, reminding you that Biceps is inside, and he actually wants you here. You scratch at your arm that isnโt itchy, shifting your weight from foot to foot, watching as everyone else your age barrels through the front door like they owned the place.
Your feet want to move, but the thought of facing the horde of people inside alone, without a soul at your side, was starting to feel more mortifying than being caught trying to fuck your boyfriendโand failingโin someone elseโs bedroom. You could have texted any of your friends to join you, but you didnโt want them to ask any questions, so you didnโt. You didnโt even tell your roommate you were going out, but Yunjin isnโt stupid. She took one look at your outfit and popped a brow, then asked if there was a change in the status of your relationship. You ignored the part of you that wanted to say yes, and told her it was for Yeonjun.ย
For Yeonjun.ย
Your feet start moving.
Last week, it was packed like sardines, there wasnโt room to do anything between sweaty bodies, and if you could move, you were slipping on the floor beneath you, the dark hardwood covered in a layer of beer, vodka and grime. This week, it was just as packed, the floor was just as slippery, but everyone seemed to beโฆ tied up.ย
Is this some kind of sick joke? Did San ask you to come here, tonight, on purpose?
Every person inside the house was a couple, and each couple you saw had a black zip-tie holding their wrists together. Some were holding hands, others didnโt look too happy about who they were tied to, you even spotted a girl making out with someone else, while zip-tied to another who did his best to look the other way. Witnessing that made you smile, just a little, because the lead in your stomach gets heavier when you realize that if you donโt leave right fucking now, youโre going to get zip-tied to someone, too.
โVirgin!โ
You havenโt even made it past the fucking living room. You donโt look up, because maybe thereโs an actual virgin here, and Biceps wasnโt calling for you from the edge of the kitchen. A second of reprieve goes by before heโs calling out your name, so you curse under your breath, and follow the direction of his voice.
Shirtless. So shirtless. Soโฆ lacking clothes, but only clothes, clothes is the only department Biceps is lacking in. Maybe you should just call him Body instead of Biceps, because every single inch of his upper half is sculpted, golden, gleaming with sweat. He doesnโt deserve a body so perfect. He calls you Virgin.
โLike what you see?โ He wiggles his brows, a smirk already playing on his swollen, cherry-red lips. โOne night without the boyfriend and sheโs ready to risk it all.โ
The girl heโs zip-tied to smacks her teeth. You didnโt even notice he was tied to anyone. She leans into his side, a pout on her lips, whining, โSannie, when can we go upstairs? Iโm bored.โ
โYeah, Sannie,โ you canโt help but tease. โTake the girl upstairs, Iโm leaving before anyone else sees me here.โ
โWhy? What? Donโt go,โ San takes a step forward, dragging the girl with him. He transfers his beer to his tied hand before clamping his free one on your forearm, โYou didnโt even get tied to anyone yet.โ
You shake his hand off your forearm, โI donโt want to be tied to anyone.โ
He grabs onto your forearm again with a straight face and turns on his heel. Skipping over your own feet, alarm bells pound in your chest, โSan! I donโt want to be tied to anyone, I donโt even want to be here! Let me go.โ
โNo,โ San answers, and for a second you think there might be more. An explanation, at least. He pulls you toward the kitchen, your shoulder bumping the blonde beside you, the girl whose wrist is tied to his. You shoot her an apologetic look, but she doesnโt seem to forgive you for the intrusion.ย
โHere,โ San announces as he comes to a stop, setting your forearm free when he places you across from an unnervingly tall guy with beige, blonde hair. โVirgin, this is Yunho, he brought beer. Where did the zip-ties go?โ
Your lips go flat, an embarrassed flush kissing your cheeks. San is already off searching, leaving you alone with thisโฆ guy. Tall guy. Cute tall guy.ย
โDo you like Miller?โ Yunho asks, holding up the twelve pack in his other hand. He has a comforting look about him, hair softly unstyled, other than the nineties-style headband pushing his bangs back. His body language is nowhere near as uptight as your rigid spine, bent and relaxed, like the house was his. The tee hanging from his shoulders is loose, but leaves a sliver of skin between the hem and his jeans, sneakers on his feet dirtied and scuffed.ย
โUm,โ you blink, and then keep blinking, trying your hardest not to look at the pocket of skin between his shirt and jeans. You donโt know what to say. โNo, but I shouldnโt be here, anyway. I should goโโ
โI need a partner,โ he offers. โWe just have to finish the twelve-pack by midnight. And itโs,โ he looks down at the invisible watch on his wrist, โprobably really close to midnight. I already drank three, you drink five and Iโll drink four.โ
San returns with a black zip-tie in hand, singing, โWrists, ladies.โ
The girlโs wrist is limp, her arm following Sanโs like sheโs a puppet and heโs the puppeteer. You frown, โBiceps, I really donโt want to do this.โย
โYouโre gonna leave Yunho hanging?โ Sanโs body suddenly straightens out, brows tied together in a pout. โHe needs your help, Virgin, he has nine beers to finish on his own.โย
When you look at Yunho, heโs nodding his agreement, looking at you like it would be the end of the world if you said no. You know youโre not going to get away with saying no, so you loose a defeated sigh, look away, and hold up your wrist for San to tie.
Yunhoโs skin is soft against yours. His wrist is smaller than it seems, his arm smooth like heโs completely hairless. San ties the zip-tie just tight enough for you to be able to wiggle your wrist, like a bracelet thatโs big enough to fit two wrists.ย
โThe second issue is that I donโt drink beer,โ you muse after San drops your wrists, yours hanging, Yunhoโs arm bent ever so slightly. Damn heโs tall. โIโm a dirty martini kind of girl.โ
Yunho laughs under his breath, โAre you thirty years old? Where the fuck are you going, drinking dirty martinis? Is that what you were drinking at the Penny?โ
โYou were at Lucky Penny that night?โ you ask before the memory resurfaces. He was at the Penny, sitting to your left, he was the one who asked Wooyoung what he did to you. As if youโd ever sleep withโ where is he, anyway?
โWatched your skin get some color back into it as soon as you were away from the guy whoโs trying to tradwife you,โ Yunho responds, a glimmer in his chocolate brown eyes, a sly smirk on his lips. Your cheeks burn. โClearly, thatโs going well, since youโre here.โ
โIโm only here because San told me to come.โ
Yunho laughs to himself, โThatโs what they all say.โ
โShut up and hand me a beer,โ you gruff, holding your free palm out. Wordlessly, he reaches into the box of cans, using both of his hands and yours to crack open the beer.ย
He hands it to you with a proud grin, โOnly five more!โ
โYou saidโโ you stammer, โyou said I only had to drink five!โ
โI pre-gamed,โ he shrugs without a glimpse of remorse. โThe only way to get us untied is to finish all of them, so drink up, buttercup.โ
At least itโs cold, you think as you bring the carbonated yeast up to your lips. Itโs a mild beer, compared to something heavier with more taste, like a Guinness or a Yuengling. Those you certainly canโt get down, especially six of them, even if you were being forced to, like you were tonight.ย
Force is still up for debate. You could have put your foot down, and the sentiment sits with you as Yunho takes you for a lap around the frat. The last time you were here, you barely had the patience to look around, your agenda was to get Yeonjun inside the house, and then inside a random bedroom. You didnโt miss much, as it seems, an old paint job on the flag-covered walls, a clearly thrifted, hand-me-down couch in the living room, the speaker system might be the only expensive thing in the house.
โSo, tell me,โ Yunho finally says after showing you the dirty bathroom that was already out of toilet paper. He cracks open your second beer for you before asking, โWhere is your husband tonight?โ
โAt home,โ you admit, โhe has to study. Heโs pre-med.โ Itโs easier to get the drink down now, easy enough that you suck down a gulp of it. โAll he does is study.โ
Yunho sucks in a breath through his teeth, and you know what it means. He explains anyway, โSchool is his whole life now, then work will be his whole life when heโs in a hospital. If he goes that route.โ
โTell me about it,โ you find yourself agreeing. โI canโt even get him to fuck me half the time.โ You gasp after it leaves your lips, covering your mouth with your can instead of your palm. Wide-eyed, you look up at Yunho, โDonโt repeat that.โ
Yunho laughs, โI donโt have anyone to repeat it to. Can I ask you a question that you donโt have to answer?โ Your nod is delayed. โWhy are you dating him? If thereโs no sex, and the future freaks you out?โ
โThereโs sex,โ you correct him, kicking a crushed beer can out of your way. โJust not as much of it as I want. And itโs not the future that freaks me out, itโs the speed of it all, the way heโs expediting our future, that freaks me out. He wants me to graduate and pop out a baby.โ
Yunhoโs body shivers. He shivers. For you. โThatโs too soon.โ
โThank you,โ you nod along, taking another long sip of your beer. โI know itโs too soon, and Iโm scared to bring it up again. Wooyoung said he probably already has a ring.โ
Yunhoโs brows furrow, โYou told Wooyoung?โ
Your lips flatten, โIt was a series of unfortunate events that led me to telling Wooyoung. Is he here, by the way?โ
You finally get back to the kitchen, the lights bright, a layer of smoke in the air, dimming them ever so slightly. โHeโs here,โ Yunho looks over the crowd, and youโre sure at his height, he could see everything. โHeโs not big on themed parties. Knowing him, heโs probably already upstairs.โ
โI would have thought being tied to a woman would be right up his alley.โ
Yunho leans in close to say, โHowโs he supposed to fuck her if his wrist is tied to hers?โ When you turn to him, clearly taken aback by the notion, he laughs. โI think heโd much rather have her wrists tied together, if you know what I mean.โ
You do know what he means, and god, itโs gotta be the beer thatโs making your body heat like a fucking furnace. You wish Yeonjun would do something half as kinky as that. Thatโs a good idea for Unscripted. You laugh anyway, and even if itโs forced, it sounds breathy and natural.ย
Yunhoโs cool, probably the only normal one in the entire frat, if the other brothers are anything like Wooyoung or San. Itโs nice, comfortable talking to him, heโs someone you arenโt scared to confide in, itโs easy to trust him, with his smooth words, playful demeanor, he seems like heโd be someone that everyone tells their secrets to because everyone knows he wonโt share them. Thatโs your favorite kind of person.
โHave you ever shotgunned a beer before?โ
Your neck snaps. โDo I look like a teenage boy?โ
Yunho grins, ushering to the crowd around you, the people who seemed to have quieted. You think you just got engrossed in the conversation with Yunho. But as you take notice, thereโs more and more people untied, drinking, moving freely.
โOh shit, weโre late, arenโt we?โ you ask, then turn to look up at him.ย
โWe can shotgun the rest back to back,โ Yunho offers, nodding like youโll agree. Youโre sure he wants to be free of you, to go find someone to warm his own bed tonight.
โIโve never done it,โ you admit. โBut I can definitely try.โ
Yunho grins from ear to ear, โThatโs what I like to hear. Letโs go on the back porch.โ
Itโs a quick walk through the kitchen, the crowd seemed to part for Yunho, heโs so tall that maybe the mass of people really are his red sea. The back door is already open, the wooden half pressed against what you can only assume is the pantry door, he pushes open the screen door and sets the box of beers down on a full, messy, glass table.
Ash trays filled with squished cigarette butts, the filters of joints, even a few airplane bottles of liquor have made their way into the glass trays. Thereโs less people on the porch, smokers, a few couples looking for a quieter place to talk. Deep wood, old and stained by sun, cracks in the floorboards, you have to assume their house is old. Really old.
Yunho doesnโt seem bothered by it as he sets the box of beers down, then pulls out two. โIโm gonna poke a hole at the bottom,โ he holds up a beer can, your wrist limply mimicking his as he explains. โYouโre gonna crack the can and chug it down as fast as you can. Okay?โย
You nod, too optimistic for the objective at hand, โOkay, I can do that, thatโs easy. This is easy, right?โ
โSo easy,โ he nods, clearly just as optimistic as you. You feel like heโs your coach right now, guiding you through gameplay or something. โCrack it, chug it, crush it.โ
โCrack it, chug it, crush it,โ you repeat under your breath as he grabs a set of keys from his back pocket. One silver and pointy, he uses it to poke a hole at the base of the beer can, then pushes it toward you.ย
You suck in a breath before taking the can from his hands, and holding the hole up to your mouth. Yunhoโs hand follows yours as you crack the lid, and then you start chugging. The carbonation makes it hard, heavy in your stomach, itโs still cold enough that it kinda hurts going down. Your brows furrow, but you keep going, you can hear him cheering for you or something, too focused on actually getting the bubbles down to listen.ย
When you finish, you throw the can to the ground, and crush it with your foot. Yunhoโs already clapping his (and your) hands, โYou did it! You fucking did it!โ
โFuck, I have to do that three more times?โ you ask, free hand flying to your stomach.
โYouโre gonna burp,โ Yunhoโs lips tighten to the side in apology. โNo judgment, I will too. But yeah, three more.โ
You chug another, then Yunho shotguns his last two while youโre releasing all the fucking air in your gut, then you can finish chugging your last two. When the box is empty, heโs immediately racing you both into the kitchen, looking for whoever has the responsibility of carrying around scissors tonight.
You already know youโre fucking drunk.ย
Wooyoung thinks he might have become one of Godโs favorites.
Threesomes were usually hard to come by, a few and far between godsent activity. To have two threesomes in the timespan of one week, with two different sets of women, was unheard of. Insane behavior. Even for him.
He thought himself clever, zip-tying his wrist to another womanโs, then zip-tying his other wrist to another womanโs. He spent all of thirty minutes letting them get to know each other while they took turns feeding him liquor until he was suggesting they go upstairs, instead.ย
He had a beautiful hour, a generous, orgasmic, sweat-filled hour of fucking until there were knocks at his door. Quick, hurried knocks, as if there were a fire outside and he needed to get the fuck out. Wooyoung quickly decided he would die there, with a redhead riding his face, and a pixie-cut bombshell between his legs, sucking the skin straight off his dick. The two women didnโt seem to share the sentiment, both of them stopping, going rigid as the door that was still being fucking knocked on.
โTheyโll go away,โ Wooyoung keeps his voice low, but assuring. His hands slide up the backs of the redheadโs thighs, squeezing her ass, he lands one encouraging smack before she lowers herself down again.
Bliss, pure fucking bliss. His eyes flutter closed, fingers sinking into her ass, moving her until sheโs grinding against his tongue. He moans, but heโs not sure what heโs moaning at, the taste of the woman on his face or the woman who just took his cock down her throat until he reached the hilt.
โHello?โ is all he hears before thereโs a pitched shriek sounding through the entire second floor of his home. โOh my god!โ He knows that voice. โFuck, I canโt even get one and you get two? This is so unfair!โ
Wooyoung genuinely canโt believe this is happening. The redhead jumps off his face, landing beside him, doing her best to cover herself up with his sheets. The girl between his legs pops her lips off his cock with a verbal noise, then turns her head toward the intruder.
You. Drunk, in his fucking bedroom. Wooyoung immediately barks out, โAre you fucking kidding me?โ
โIโm sorry!โ you squeal, palms already over your eyes, backing yourself up into his wall. When you bump into it, one of your hands flies to catch yourself, and you shimmy to the side, clearly searching for your escape.ย
Wooyoung sits up on his elbows, unphased, watching you. โTo your right a little more.โ You bump into his dresser. He snorts, โOh shit, my bad. Your left, my right.โ
You laugh a little, a tiny giggle that lets Wooyoung know how much you drank tonight. You turn around to face away from him in the doorway, complaining, โI have to pee, all the other bathrooms are out of toilet paper.โ
โWhat are you even doing here?โ he asks, and the girl between his legs smacks his thigh. He hisses, looking at her, and her face has fallen flat, as if to say get her the fuck out of here.
โBiceps invited me,โ you respond, hands on your hips now, tone light like Wooyoung didnโt have two girls naked in his room right now. โCan I pee in your bathroom? I wonโt look, you can continue.โ
Wooyoungโs head tilts to the side. He notices your little skirt, short enough that it shows off the muscle in your legs, the tiny heels on your feet. The top youโre wearing doesnโt quite reach your skirt, your hair flowing across the dark fabric, a little messy and unkempt at the ends. If you werenโt drunk and your life wasnโt such a mess he might have asked you to join them.
โAre you checking her out?โ the redhead accuses from behind him in a whisper-yell.ย
Wooyoungโs head snaps, โNo, what are you talking about?โ His voice is too high. Heโs a better liar than that. The redhead smacks her lips together, clearly offended, then rolls off his bed.ย
Wooyoung, disappointed, tries to save face. โNo, donโt go, you were close. Sheโs leaving.โ He turns his head toward you, whoโs stealing a glance over your shoulder. โYouโre leaving.โ
โBut I have to pee,โ you whine. Whine. You even tap your little fucking kitten heel against his floor.ย
Wooyoungโs back hits his mattress, both of his hands roughly rubbing at his face, pushing a muddled groan through his lips. โThis canโt be happening to me right now.โ
โIโm sorry!โ you repeat, then scurry across his bedroom like a fucking rat in the subway. โIโll be quick!โ you yell, closing his bathroom door behind you.ย
The girl between his legs sits back on her calves and whispers, โWho the fuck is that?โ
Wooyoung canโt believe sheโs still here, he certainly would have left if he was her. He doesnโt even have an explanation. โSheโs someone who needs serious fucking help.โ
โAnd youโre helping her?โ The girl asks, as if Wooyoung being the one to help was inconceivable.ย
Wooyoung sits on his elbows again, and frowns at his cock thatโs already falling limp. He glances upward at the girl with just his eyes, โI guess.โ
โShame,โ the girl says, crawling off the bed. Wooyoung doesnโt even have it in him to argue when she starts pulling her clothes on. โI could have gone all night.โ
โYou and me both,โ he mumbles, watching her leave. At least she closes the door behind her.
When you finally come out of his bathroom, youโre still pulling your shirt down. Or fixing it, Wooyoung thinks, because you lean your back into the doorframe of his bathroom, using it as leverage as you slide your top over, centering it over your torso.ย
โNeed help?โ Wooyoung asks, and itโs genuine. Youโre the last person he expected to see tonight, and to see you this drunk, stumbling across his bedroom? In no way could this be a good sign.
โNo,โ you mumble, chin tucked into your chest, still trying to slide your top over. Wooyoung watches you struggle with a flat, unimpressed face, the poster board for patience as your body slowly but surely starts sliding off the doorframe. At least you catch yourself with a, โWoah.โ
When you finally get your top fixed, you look up at him, and thereโs not a thought behind your eyes until you notice heโs still laying there butt-ass naked. โWooyoung!โ you screech, then turn around again, covering your eyes. โYou had time to put some fucking clothes on.โ
Good to know your personality is still intact. โItโs my bedroom,โ his tone is dripping in nonchalance as he stretches on his sheets, sighing in delight. โYouโre the one intruding.โ
โI had to!โ you shout, โthereโs no toilet paper, I had no choice.โ
Wooyoung decides to show you mercy by pulling the sheets over his lower half. โIโm covered, Virgin Mary,โ he muses, sitting up until his back is pressed against the headboard. โYou never updated me.โ
โOh!โ you say as you turn around, all your features blown out, your voice high. โIt went well, super well. It was a good idea, thank youโโ
โYou didnโt do it,โ Wooyoung cuts you off.
Your face goes flat, โI didnโt do it.โ
He smacks his teeth, โWhy not, pussy? I gave you the step-by-step.โ
You whine, walking around his bed, sitting at the foot like you did just a few days ago. โItโs hard,โ your head tips back, โI donโt know how you do it, how you do all of this.โ
โItโs just sex,โ Wooyoung argues. โItโs not that hard.โ
โYou have enough sex for, like, fifty people,โ you bite back. โOf course itโs not hard for you.โ
โYouโve been dating him forever!โ Wooyoung is amused now, because what the fuck is the point of a relationship if you arenโt trying new shit all the time? โYouโre telling me you arenโt comfortable enough to suck his dick?โ
Wooyoung can see the flush on your cheeks as you shyly mumble, โI am.โ
โWhy are you here, anyway? Other than San inviting you, there has to be another reason youโre here and not picking out wedding invitations or whatever the fuck.โ
You whine again, a frustrated, dragged out annoying sound. โHe told me not to come over because heโs studying.โ Wooyoung thins his eyes. โIโm serious!โ You sound defensive. โI even tried to have sex with him this morning and he rejected me. He has an exam on Friday.โ
Wooyoung shakes his head, disappointed. โYouโre gonna fuck the silicon off your dildo if you donโt get him inside you soon.โ
You gasp, jaw on the floor as you whip your head around to look at him. โI donโt even own a dildo!โ
โYou need one,โ Wooyoung quips. โDo you at least masturbate with your hand?โ
โWe should not be having this conversation,โ you hiss. Quieter, almost under your breath, you answer, โYes.โ
โYou should do that in front of him and see what happens,โ Wooyoung is grinning now. โThat shit is so sexy, if he doesnโt fuck you after that, then he plays for the other team.โ
โCanโt he just be, like, not a super sexual guy?โ you ask, shrugging. โWhy is the immediate thought that heโs gay?โ
โBecause, objectively, youโre hot,โ Wooyoung says, and judging by how your face contorts, he assumes that was the wrong thing to say. โIโm sorry, but itโs true. Anyone whoโs into women would jump at the chance to fuck you.โ
Your brows raise. โLike San?โ
Wooyoungโs brows furrow. โSan? I mean, yeah, probably.โ
โWhat about Yunho?โ you try, head tilting. Curious.ย
โVirgin,โ Wooyoung warns. โYouโre drunk. Go home and go to bed.โ
You smack your teeth, standing up from his bed to plant your hands on your hips. โWho are you, my father?โ
โNo, Iโm a guy who wants his bed to not be empty anymore.โ His arms fly outward, emphasizing his very empty queen-size bed. โYou emptied it.โ
โI had to pee!โ you whine again, kitten heel tapping his floor again.
Wooyoung points to his bedroom door, โGo.โ
โFine,โ you stomp all the way to his door. Opening it, you turn your head, โFor the recordโโ
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most to least likely to have polariods of you in their wallet and what positions would you be in ๐คญ
POLAROID LOVE โหเท ATEEZ OT8
what a positively delicious ask i adore you so much for this incredible idea and now im sick to my stomach thinking about it MAN i fucking love ateez. nsfw clearly minors stay away from me
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feeding my possessive dominant freak jongho agenda with this btw but he def has three polaroids of u that he keeps in his wallet. first one is you kneeling in front of him with his two middle fingers in your mouth, second is you face down ass up while you peek your head around to the camera in black lacy lingerie, and the other is you between his legs with his cock buried in your throat. he curses people out if they go near his wallet btw
joong def has a faceless pic of your body chest to thighs but ass naked in his wallet, he has it where his license should be (the clear part of a wallet u know what i mean) and he looks at it ALL the time. on tour, whenever heโs about to pay for anything, when heโs at the studio, has jerked off to it countless times. he took it for this purpose too its all artsy and shit like a black and white photo with his necklace dangling around your neck FUCK i love him. bites people if they go near his wallet btw
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hear me out. its a picture of your face covered in his cum, mouth hanging open, hair everywhere, stuck to your face, mascara running down your cheeks and his fucking HAND gripping your jaw to hold it open with VISIBLE PRESSURE, one finger dipped inside your lips all messy. drool probably all over your chin too. can you picture it im freaking the fuck out actually he definitely took it after you gave him head but he made himself cum and then whipped out the camera. keeps it tucked away but looks at it more often than he should. defo in public like a lot. other members have probably accidentally seen it bc he stares at it so much. you just look so pretty
hahahahahahahahaha man im insane its a picture that YOU took, youโre riding him and its angled from above your chest, your naked body with your pelvis pressed to his, his v line peeking at the bottom FUCK you canโt see that his cock is buried inside you but he knows, your chest is honestly majority of the polaroid, he wrote my rider at the bottom and dated it like itโs a time capsule. damn fuck hes so hot the picture is so hot he keeps it tucked in one of the sleeves of his wallet and doesnโt honestly care if anyone sees it, doesnโt bark or bite if anyone looks at his wallet, everyone knows what yall get up to
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its him hitting it from the back guys please sue me. youโre face down ass up, hair sprawled across the mattress, fisting the sheets, and mingiโs halfway inside you when he took the picture, his stomach pelvis and cock caught in the polaroid and he thinks its the hottest shit ever. probably showed yunho like โlook at this isnt this so fucking sexyโ but otherwise keeps it tucked away, and probably isnt letting anyone come close to his wallet anyways. probably has sweat dripping down his tummy and your back is probably glistening with a sheen of sweat from the sesh bruh my toes are curling thinking about it
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itโs blurry and black and white, but its a picture you took in the mirror after a shower, hair wet and stuck to your body, chest on full display in the mirror, a dog tag (sorry) with his name on it laying on your sternum between your tits. he feels so scandalous having it in his wallet he def only whips it out when heโs alone, has probably accidentally came on it in a hotel bed after a show, probably keeps it in a black sleeve so if anyone DOES come across it they cant see it
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i feel like san would be scared to have a full nude of you in his wallet so its probably a picture of you with his white tee on, a black lacy thong, your thumb is holding up the tee so you can only get a glimpse of your panties peeking out the side. he still thinks itโs the sexiest thing ever and is proud to have it in his wallet, keeps it in the clear part because its not that scandalous, and if someone does see it he can show you off and talk about how sexy you are and he loves that. my traditional sannie pants Fuck i love him
as much as seonghwa is a freak i donโt think heโs keeping anything particularly scandalous in his wallet in fear that someone would see like i dont think heโs taking any chances tbh. heโd probably just keep a picture of your pretty face in there. but if YOU slipped something in his walletโฆ itโd be a posed picture of you in red lingerie, angled to be mainly your ass with your head turned to look into the camera, hair perfectly laid and makeup deep and sultry. when he sees it in there he definitely gets beet red and takes it out but by the fourth time of you finding it and putting it back in there he gives in and keeps it (unless heโs going somewhere with all the boys. heโs not taking any chances.)
โthe Wooyoung one has me giggling like an anime girl bc my belly would be in the way of seeing his v line in the pic and I think that makes the visual sexy asf
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Imagine youโre sitting in blonde Yunhoโs lap with your back to his chest. Youโre only wearing a set of lingerie in your favorite styleโฆbut Yunhoโs fully dressed in a 3 piece suit. He has your legs spread open over his strong thighs and your panties pulled to the side while he drives two of those pretty fingers in and out of your pussy thatโs leaving her mark on his grey slacks.
โYouโre making such a messโฆmy sweet girlโฆโ